Schanzer’s Sovereignty

“Have you seen her tonight?” whispered Lady Elspeth, her jeweled fan fluttering before her face as she leaned toward Lord Edrick. “She’s wearing Schanzer’s Sovereignty again. Draped so casually, it’s as if she’s forgotten it’s meant to command respect, not… be accessorized with spiced wine stains.”

Lord Edrick smirked, swirling his goblet. “Ah, but that’s ‘Jessica Von Messica’ for you. She’s turned that solemn relic into her party favor. I hear she even let a bard wear it once during a particularly raucous ball.”

Lady Elspeth gasped. “Surely not! The chain of her ancestors—on a bard?” She cast a scandalized glance toward the baron, who was laughing uproariously, a goblet in one hand and a roasted pheasant leg in the other. The crimson gems of the chain glinted in the candlelight, as if winking at their onlookers.

“Oh, but look at her,” Lord Edrick said, lowering his voice. “Reckless as she may be, she’s won over every soul here. Even old Lord Rannick. Remember how he vowed never to step foot in Castle Schanz again? Now look at him: three cups deep and singing her bawdy tune.”

Elspeth huffed. “It’s indecent! A Schanzer heir should inspire reverence, not drunken revelry.”

Edrick chuckled, raising his glass. “And yet, here we are, in her court, at her feast. Say what you will, but Jessica Von Messica has earned the right to wear Schanzer’s Sovereignty. And you cannot deny she wears it well.”

Elspeth pursed her lips but said nothing more, her gaze lingering on the baron. who had just begun to dance on the banquet table, the chain swinging boldly around her neck.

A gold mirror and gloss black mantle and pendant, featuring light siam and clear crystals. Its links are mounted on black American buffalo leather.