-= The Crow Flies =-

[GhostSHTR 1205]

Bjolfr walked through the theoision library, where his queen’s life faded from the world. His eye would be dark and swollen from many tears as well as countless sleepless hours. He climb up the stair to meet the gaze of Eliza’s eyes still young and life full, immortalized in a painting which hung on the wall. Walking up to it he softly song.” Oh my young Eliza, I never got the chance to thank you....for showing me kindness, teaching me the privileged skill of writing and reading.” His knees trembled inward as the fell to the ground, His Haenstic Army Medals clinked to together” I still remember when we first met...I was merely a boy and you an smart, intelligent girl who always had books hidden in her wheelchair.” He’d smile slightly at the memories flooded his mind but only for a second.” I will find who did this, even if I must ride to the ends of the world. It is the least I can do for my friend, and for my kingdom.” Laying on the ground stareing up at the painting of his oldest friend. Bjolfr would stay for the rest of the night. 

[Axelu 4333]

Therese’s virescent gaze settles upon an old face making her to the seven skies, her own features marked with ruefulness and a thin smile. “Come, Young Eliza..” And so, along with Liliana, ushers the Queen into the splendors of the afterlife.

 

Within the darkest depths of her manor, Aleksandra broods over aunt’s death, recalling the numerous amount of instances when Eliza admonishes her due to her lack of temperament. She’d confine herself to her own ramblings, isolated from the ones she loves.