Unfitting demise

[saint_zoe 97]

 

Yulianna for hours had stayed alone on her room. No amount of pleas from her wet nurse, nor her crying baby would drive her out. She lay for hours on her thick fur bedings, blinds shut and candles flickering faintly throughout the room. Upon the third hour of her silence a Talraen handmaid would wander in to find the body of Yulianna. Her eyes smudged with dried tears and spread kohl, a blank and milky stare cast upon a painting of her beloved husband Aran which she had not seen in weeks with a letter from him not in sight. Her rib-cage was crushed from the blow of a heavy mace though it is lost on everyone who had been in the home of how such had taken place without any sort of noise. Crimson sheets were changed out as her body was removed, dripping as it passed the nursing room of her baby Circe. Though before the investigation was complete, a note would be found under a nearby candle, splotched with warm wax.

 

“My child, when the day comes, I want you to wear the necklace my mother gave down to me from my birth. These days grow on without end when your father does not visit, and your crying pains me though I cannot leave.Destined to die in battle, but it seems the war I’ve lost is the one I’ve made in this room.

I do not know if you will remember me, and how I’ve raised you, but I hope if you do, you remember me a solid mother, despite the selfishness I show today.

-Yulianna”

 

It is now up to the members of her remaining family do divide up her heirlooms and take care of the funeral services. Whether or not her burial will be public is yet to be decided.

[Axelu 4333]

Alana Rubens greets her closest friend, alongside her newly arrived husband, at the entry of the Seven Skies.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

It took a long while for the news of his beloved wife’s cruel demise to reach Aran Talraen de Rennes, once famous Administrator, knightslayer, crusader and baron – now twice widower, and a broken man with a tormented mind. Holed up in Talraen Manor, hearing of the terrifying account of Yulianna’s death did little to relieve Aran’s addled mind; an echo of a hysterical, shrill bout of laughter soon resounded across the manor’s halls, devoid of life. Dressed in unusual garb – that of a Qalasheen insurgent – he frantically wrote letters, casting wary, crazed glances towards what seemed to be ever-encroaching shadows of his room. He’s come to a realization at last, he decided in a lowly murmur, squeezing a newly-taken white rose with little regard for the thorns piercing and bloodying his skin.

 

“It’s a conspiracy, that’s what it is.” 

[blago 1602]

Cassius frowns, crossing the lorraine

[Nonival 147]

Dame Aldonza knew not of how to explain her grief to her children. As it were with the passing of Demetrio, they shared no blood of family. Yet the aspiring Dame had solidified a place in her heart in the way a daughter might. This would be another death that Aldonza does not grieve silently. The sword of sorrow cuts deep, leaving unseen scars to add to her collection.

 

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.