Morte alla Signora delle Stelle

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Saee of the Farfolk laughs at the white people dying by the hundreds everyday. 

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William had been released of his duties. For the first time in what felt like years, dreams could be pursued. His own, his wife’s, there was time. He had just gained the rights of a king, a parting gift from the young Achilius, something William could hardly wait to proudly brag about to Nicoletta. The world seemed to favor him, light shining on a pained reality. The two of them had become sure, after a while, that the child must be a boy for how it kicked within Nicoletta’s stomach. An heir. As he watched his wife give birth, though, he paled along with her. Blood. His smile wavered, then turned to a frown. There’s too much blood. William looked towards his wife’s face, watched her bittersweet tears flow, as if she knew something he did not. He grasped her hand, and she weakly held his. As she whispered her final wishes to him, as her eyes shut a final time, he shut his eyes in prayer, a prayer that he’d wake up from the nightmare. When he opened his eyes again, to the faint sounds of a whining baby boy, to the ushering in of a wetnurse and of doctors, he saw only that beautiful woman lying before him, as if asleep.

 

“Requiescat in pace, amata.”

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Persus would exhale deeply to the news of his childhood rival, otherwise a friend, having passed. Shaking his head, he’d pick up the young woman’s wedding invitation out from the pile that sat upon the desk in his study – moving as to place it aside.