Good tidings, gentlefolk.
Long ago, upon the shores of ten thousand shimmering waters, there rose a realm unlike any other, where knights knelt to whomever they pleased, where nymphs waded from the lakes to hold court of their own making. This is Lakewater.
The Princess of the Kingdom of Lakewater doth extend an invitation for all in the realm to join her at the castle grounds for a festival. Here reigns the Lavender Court, a merry band of players and fools sworn to bring this kingdom to life. Come one, come all, ye lovers of leather and lace, ye seekers of sword and slow dances, ye who have long wondered what history forgot to tell us—what if the Renaissance had butches?
Wander the faire-grounds. Raise a mug of mead. Duel with wit, if not with blades. Dine on sustenance provided by the carriages hosting food. Enjoy the stylings of the bards on our bard stage. Browse the market. Fall in love beneath the banners of a court that answers to no one.
The Lavender Court awaits thy arrival.