A QUEEN'S POSTHUMOUS LETTERS

[Axelu 4333]

A QUEEN’S POSTHUMOUS LETTERS

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Supposed Letters written by Queen Milena of Adria to one of her confidants, Princess Anastasya of Muldav

 

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11th of the Grand Harvest, 1725

 

To Stasya, 

 

I sit in the Palace Prikaz ruminating my fate. 

 

This is what I strived for, after all; what I had been waiting for since the very first day I could comprehend the musings of my father.

 

I was born for Queenship, as my father had so told me. My half-aunt, Valera, had been denied that privilege when she perished, and her legacy as a Carrion scion was bereaved from her children, declaring her a Jrent instead. A jewel in her own right, soured by the infidelity of her own mother -- my grandmother. A cruel fate, is it not. Duty is known to any consort! Any canonist woman, for that matter… At my young age of fifteen, I am certain now. The Haeseni populace is fond of me, Stasya, verily so. I feel at home with them. I am the rightful Queen of Hanseti and Ruska, moreso than that Katharina of Carnatia. The House of Barbanov stems from my own, and in union, we shall only persevere. 

 

Yours in affection, dearest friend, 

Milena Tuvyic

 

4th of Sigismund’s End, 1728

 

To Stasya, 

 

So begins the second  year of my tenure as Queen of Haense,  one that was bound to happen due to the political nature that gripped the Kingdom; it was not love that drove a pairing such as mine, but one to strengthen the Carrion bonds that held the human realms together at the time. Regardless of the wedding, or the love surrounding it, I enjoyed my duties thus far. The cohort of servants that tended to my every need was comforting, it helped instill a sense of achievement - or importance - within myself. I had something within my grasp that many only dreamed of, power and a say. I had the ability to speak my voice out, whereas many did not.  Onwards from that, to my shock, the cordiality and  dignity that became required due to my station were also enjoyable. They did not surmise to be a bore. In reality, they were as lavish as one could expect from the position. Dinners, court-sessions and socialising with the highest echelons of society - domestic and foreign alike.

 

Though, my beloved Anastasya, I had long-since had a multitude of conversations related to the topic of “love”. As our years of youth excelled, we beckoned for hours of such prospects to kindle our hearts and keep us warm. While we both made the stern decision that marrying a King would be the crowning achievement - a true man to share passion with, all did not end that way. I must confess, Anastasya, that my relationship with Andrew - to me at least - remains nothing more than friendly. The moments of “passion” forced upon us to attempt to produce an heir are sparse and forced. An air of awkwardness forever resonates around us when the tension of such rises throughout the air. 

 

It is with this that I have found myself drifting from my Kingdoms city; my own dwelling alike. I have ventured outwards into the jewel of Helena on a multitude of occasions, meeting my cousins, Adrian, Peter, and Heinrik. It was a breath of fresh air from the ruined nights that culminated within the palace of Reza. I do dearly hope that the situation with my husband improves, alas, for now I must take solace in the company of my cousins -  as friends to open up to. The difficulty of this, remaining that the denizens within my Own Kingdom beseech that I am encompassed with imperial influence. 

 

Yours in affection,

Milena Tuvyic
 

7th of Owyn’s Light, 1740

 

To Anastasya, for it pains me to call you by your tender epithet in our time apart,

 

My own well being has deteriorated in recent years… I have sought out doctors of the highest artistry; they all remain as bitter at their own inability to improve my wellbeing as the rest. The living standard assured to me, encouraged under the confidence of such practitioners, has not come to light. I have begun to associate such not to natural causes, but perhaps unnatural ones, divine punishment transcending from the heavens upon myself.

 

The stress of the engulfing war, the sins of my own doing and the distance forced between us has done no help to improve my situation. There any many things I regret, and as time progresses - the cumulative number merely increases. I fear that there will lack a day where we can meet once more, without the guise of war prohibiting such. For all that I wish to confess to you, is too much to write on parchment; that goes hand in hand with the justification for my doings that I bear.

 

Even beyond all of this, my cousins drop off at an accelerated rate. Truly, the realms of Men learn nothing from the anguish of the previous war. The war has claimed many lives and it rests only in its infancy. There is much I need to confide in you, but I must express my most brazen of sins:

 

My son, Andrew Peter,  is no Barbanov. 

 

I grew angry at Andrew, for instead of bedding his bride, he bedded his many conquests. I came to understand this in time; our relationship never expanded past the magnitude of amiability and curt rendezvouses once a month in his bedchambers. And so, in retaliation, I took comfort in the Crownlands, indulging in their delicacies and alcohols, in their men and their vices, instead of my own husband. 

 

I do not claim to be a good wife, Anastasya, but I must say I was certainly a happy one.

 

Yours, 

Milena Tuvyic

 

[Narthok 10416]

Godric his feet upon the feast table, being fed a selection of smoked and salted meats by his array of female palace staff would raise an eyebrow as Mr Muffins burst into the room, waving a missive from a southern informant ”Your grace!” exclaimed the exuberant Kharajyr butler ”great news from the south” he’d say with a wry chuckle. Taking the missive Godric would frown for a moment squinting at the pages, he’d then burst into laughter ”As usual Heartland kings cannot keep their women to themselves, their lack of masculinity only becoming more and more apparent. First the King of Helena getting cuckolded by his wife now the Kings of Haense.” Shaking his head Godric would return his affectionate attentions to the surrounding womenfolk

[squakhawk 14038]

Lucian Renault read over the letters, feeling a strange sort of sorrow for the woman. He pondered some time, as his mind wandered, not only to the event, but to how he felt, and his involvement. Reflecting upon his past he spent hours mulled and attempting to discuss through his mind what the papers meant before him. In countless ramblings to himself of assurances, he uttered yet another. 

”No doubt these documents will be denounced- I do find it interesting though, an insight in to the mind of a courtly woman. I wonder what will unfold because of this.”

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[MongolKhan 255]

Vladrick would merely chuckle upon hearing on the documents. His sister providing him with further entertainment upon his travels

 

[BardMainHere 310]

Augustus Vilac chuckles. “Interesting change of events, ‘the Bastard King of Haense.’ Funny.” He says, framing the missive in his office.

[trinn 5128]

Anastasya of Muldav reads her old friend's  letter to her, wheezing and cackling as she slaps her face with her hands. She continues laughing, to the point where her brother, Vladrick, had to support her from falling off her horse. 

 

She casually convinces her brother to go to different scholars ‘bout the lands, copying the contents and freely distributing the multitude of copies around the different notice boards.

[argonian 14254]

“*****.” Tylos replies, reading the apparently now-public letters.

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"She's probably got a few diseases, I'd be careful." Ellenore comments.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

The Prince of Alstion whistles innocently; thinking, too, of his comfort days in the Crownlands, indulging in their delicacies, alcohols, vices and women.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

“The measure of a man is not determined by his parentage – hoo-hoo-hoo,” commented Sprinkles the Clown. “There is not one head among the legion of hedonists, blasphemes, and manlets in the A.I.S. that can match the strength of character of Andrew Peter Barbanov. May his reign be long and outshine the temporary blemish of his harridan mother’s adultery – hoo-hoo-hoo!”

[rukio 8924]

"Lays with him once a month, yet somehow knows for fact her son is not the king’s child. Stupid wh0res will be stupid wh0res.” Lily Greythorn would state from her rocking chair, lecturing the new generation of Mournstone, some freshly arrived from Vyranniel, the rest having arrived a few years back. 

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

“And yet, he looks so much like the late King Andrik, and nothing like the Lord Protector or the Sarkozic brood, as the letters seem to hint at. A charming attempt at this exiled Ruberni hag to forge letters, but it only makes it seem that the late Queen Milena wasn’t a leader, but a follower. Not very nice of kinfolk, to spoil one’s image.” Anna Maria would sit within her office, musing over the silly dealings laid before her.

[Axelu 4333]

6 minutes ago, JoelTheGinger said:

“And yet, he looks so much like the late King Andrik, and not like the Lord Protector. A charming attempt at this exiled Ruberni hag to forge letters, but it only makes it seem that the late Queen Milena wasn’t a leader, but a follower. Not very nice of kinfolk, to spoil one’s image.” Anna Maria would sit within her office, musing over the silly dealings laid before her.

”He has my eyes and his father’s hair, you baseborn Marnan tramp. Pay attention instead of flaunting your Duchy of Ost-**** in every missive you scribe. Odd you know who the father is, girl! Perhaps you enjoyed spying on my affairs,” says Milena from the seven skies, lounging alongside the ilk of her grandmother, Alexandria Horen, and Cesarina of Marna – two afamed adulteresses!

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