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Beloved Populace,
We ascended the thrones of the Mists in the lush glory of Spring, when the world was new again, and the Sun gleamed on bright swords of young warriors. Since then, we have seen many great feasts and battles, been entertained by poetry and song, shot bows and ridden noble steeds. Now, the chill winds of Winter blow through the land, the Sun hides herself behind stormclouds, and our armour lies well-used and dirty with war-grime. Our time as your sovereigns draws near its end. We welcome Geoffrey and Catherine to the Thrones, and we look forward to the boundless energy with which they shall lead these lands.
We cannot express how great a privilege it has been to reign over such a fair and noble land and populace. It has been Our pleasure to see so many friends, old and new, come together in joyous celebration, and We would urge you all to continue in your efforts to welcome and support newcomers to our Principality. We will cherish our memories of the many events we have attended and the wonderful people that we met or got to know even better, and We would thank all of you who worked so hard to make Our reign such a joyous one.
Dearly though we love our Principality, we shall depart from our Thrones with gladness, for Geoffrey and Catherine shall most surely lead the Mists with great skill and love for this land and its people.
