A Princess Only In Memory [PK Post]

[MissToni 3565]

A Princess Only in Memory

 

That was the title she once held many many years ago. When there was a kingdom known as Marna, before Renatus came and took over.

Her Highness, Princess Samantha Juliana of house Horen-Marna. The sister of the King of Marna. But it became only a memory.

And memories are easily forgotten if the people who remember them dies.

 

 

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“My Lady” a servant would call to an old crone laying in her bed. “They have arrived, shall I let them in?” she would ask. The woman simply nodded in return as her eyes opened and revealed their gray yet dull colours. 

 

The doors would open as a priest entered the room along with some distant relatives of hers. At least she assumes so by their grey eyes. But there was one face among them all that she recognized. Tears fell down her cheeks as the girl she had watched grow into a woman stood before her.

 

“F-francesca…” she uttered. The people there gaining a pained expression as they whispered. A doctor meeting the priest to inform him of her state.

 

“As you can see… she has grown much worse” “Yes… Though she already spoke of her dead great-niece as if she was still alive before she reached this state” A man stated. 

 

 

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“But aunt… Who am I?” Francesca would ask her great-aunt. 

Samantha beamed at her, her hand lifting to hold at the young woman’s cheek 

“A woman, my dear. And a strong one at that. And wherever you go I shall follow, for you are destined for great things.” She would utter. 

 

But her words were false. Great things she was destined for yes… But her family failed her, and thus she became a dove flying off from a balcony instead. A hope for the world taken away like a burst of wind to a lit candlelight. And Samantha was never able to accept such a fate to her beloved dragon. 

 

 

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“F-francesca, you look great my d-” she said, though she could not finish her sentence before she started coughing, blood coming from her mouth as she did. The servant by her side quickly covering the mouth with a cloth to catch whatever germs and blood came out. “Your aunt does not look very good I am afraid…” she would state with a hoarse voice as she watched a woman whom so closely resembled her dragon, but only in the hair and eyes. Not in the face, but it did not matter to her. For any that reminded her of that girl would become Francesca in her mind. 

 

 

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“Oh, Annabelle my dear. Remember to eat your fish as I have told you, it will help you in conceiving children” the old woman croaked, an almost mischievous smile to her expression. Yet in her eyes there was nothing but fondness if one just looked past those sharp and blunt words she often let escape from her tongue. The Queen of Kaedrin chuckled at her. They enjoyed each other’s company. She reminded her so of the sister she had once had and seen in Catherine Horen, who was once a Marna, but now only in blood. Though she was long dead. Samantha had loved her dearly, yet she also hated her younger sister. Though it mattered not, for now she had new family to love and some that were not even of her own blood. 

 

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“Francesca, you must be strong... For soon I will no longer be with you, my dear” she would say to the woman she thought was her. She would beam at her, those standing there not wishing to take away the woman’s happiness as she was dying. As Samantha held out her hand towards “Francesca” the woman gently took her hand as she sat down by her side. “Grow your wings my dragon, and fly!” Samantha said, her breaths becoming more raspier. “For I am growing my own… I love you my dear, you were like the child I never had…” She would say. Tears rolling down both of the women’s cheeks. 

 

The group solemnly watched the scene unfold before them. The old woman of 118 years taking her last breaths. Though one last word would escape her mouth before her light went off from this world. “Francesca…” 

 

Samantha Juliana of house Marna

1625 - 1743 

Once a Princess, always a Princess

 

Spoiler

I have played this character for a long time now. And now it is finally time to let her go. I made the people who were there at her last breaths be anonymous in the post so that those that wish can write their own goodbye of sorts if they had wanted to be there during her last hours.

 

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

Prince Leopold presided over the Choir of the Kaedreni Grenaiders, when he heard word of the hag’s passing. The boy nodded a few times, a deflated sigh escaping him before he instructed the Choir:

 

“Today, we shall sing in the key of F.”

[MadOne 4945]

47 minutes ago, The King Of The Moon said:

Prince Leopold presided over the Choir of the Kaedreni Grenaiders, when he heard word of the hag’s passing. The boy nodded a few times, a deflated sigh escaping him before he instructed the Choir:

 

“Today, we shall sing in the key of F.”

Dixie Turpin, a bandit who took these deaths not seriously, seemed to be taken aback after a new missive was released in Kaedrin, grunting in contempt about this, since it was a law regarding how one’s interactions were supposed to be conducted. He did not like censorship, and the idea of being limited to speak in the mannerisms of a nobleman. With a sigh, he would look up to the palace in Kaedrin, nodding towards the guards.

 

“Ah, I am most impressed by the Young Prince’s ability to maliciously comply. May the God bless thee.’’