MunaZaldrizoti 8037 Share Posted October 16, 2018 Spoiler The air in Markev was chilled as Emma Ludovar stepped out onto the Palace terrace that night, her siblings and cousins sleeping. She found she couldn’t sleep more and more, the night sky gave her some comfort and the silence she needed to think. Candles burned in a couple hundred windows, some brighter than others, whilst the illuminated carved pumpkins for the harvest season looked like small ants far below her. The terraces of the Krempost Palace had always been her favorite part of the structure, vast sweeps of walkways with seating for private murmurings and large conversations. She sat herself at one-such table, the wooden bench cold beneath her despite her efforts to bundle herself in thick wool and furs. Otto Ludovar, her father, has been sick for almost two years now. She’d been doing her best to tend to him, but once he had fallen into his coma, the physicians said she had to keep her distance. Every day, she prayed. To GOD, to Horen, to Emma Vladov. Anyone that might listen. He had always been hard on her, judging each thing she did and how she did it, but he was the only parent she had ever known. Now, she had to be the mother to her little brother, all the while wondering if she’d ever see her older brother again. Her only comforts from her stresses were her cousins, but now it even felt like they might be able to cheer her. A tall girl, with the black hair and green eyes of her house and bloodline, she had always felt she had to be the strength that everyone else needed. Day and night, she worked to ensure that her cousins were always uplifted, the legacy granted to them by their ancestors and parents remaining well preserved. But on some days, when the rain fell heavy and the sky clouded, the Princess often wondered who would be her strength, as she was for others. It was that thought that often made her even more downtrodden. Her pale green visage raised upward, Emma observed this rare, clear night. The stars were like crystals in the sky, bright and pure. The moon was full, the light it exuded illuminating her and brushing against her pale skin. A cold breeze blew across the terrace, goosebumps trailing up her arms even when completely covered. She prayed, then, for the millionth time. For happiness, for love, and for peace in her privately tumultuous life. Spoiler Just thought I’d write a flavor piece for my current character, she has been going through a lot of stuff lately. Enjoy. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axelu 4333 Share Posted October 16, 2018 Wonderfully written. Love her! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jondead 260 Share Posted October 16, 2018 ((Wonderful piece Joel!)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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