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Another daughter- a green haired girl, the picture of her mother. A first for you and Yena, as all your other children seemed to be split evenly between any resemblance to you as far as mirror images went. If this little girl was named Yena, then matters would be truly confusing…but thankfully, Ydela already carried that mantle, ignorant of its importance being just less than two years of age at the time.
>Name her yourself?
>Let Yena at this name, once again.
>Other?
Forward, though, to the turn of the decade. August of Nineteen and Twenty.
Little mind was paid to what happened beyond the Reich, but Emre and Naukland had decided to officially seal their alliance with the resolution of long-disputed territorial rights. A strip of land between two rivers right on the border of the two nations, occupied by Naukland since the rise of Alexander and beyond, was finally returned to the Emreans. A gesture not only of goodwill but also a recognition of the Liberation’s success. The specter of Alexander no longer haunted the north.
The Grossreich failed to crumble as all had anticipated with bated breath, but the Crown Prince Henrik was only thirteen years old, and the Regency Council refused to place him on the throne yet. Still far more focused with keeping what was left of the Reich together, this year, the Reich had officially withdrawn from the shared occupation meant to transition the Gepte, the Auratus, towards a future division never quite decided. Instead, the territory was given over to Vitelia- only to immediately enter a new form of dispute as Fealinn occupied the northern reaches, and Halmeggia occupied the southern portions near its borders. There was little satisfaction to be gained from this state of affairs- and the nation looked all the more impotent for being defied by two smaller countries rather than the weakened yet still mighty Grossreich.
To Vitelia’s other flank, further defiance of its place as the dominant power of the west had already taken place. Kallec had felt bold and provocative, and had forcefully occupied the peninsula that made up the border region between Paelli and Vitelia. While not a direct aggression upon Vitelia itself and no proper declaration of war, they imposed themselves upon the land and its people, and had squatted there for a year now without any major action being made to force them out, beyond threats that had failed to manifest into consequences. King Lucius and his counsel were simply too averse to risk. Made sick with the wasting disease of failure in faith of the self- faith in the nation and its people.
