The Pruvian Abdication, 1753

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The Pruvian Abdication

- 1753 -

[!] A portrait of His Serene Highness, John-Henry Pruvia, Prince of Pruvia and Duke of Sudenland, circa 1748.

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John-Henry laid in his great bed, staring up at the ceiling. His room within the walls of Casa de Rafal, the estate of his wife Margarita, had seen few visitors in the past few weeks. The only comfort he had found, since this fever that had taken most of his strength, was in letters he had frequently been given by various pages and maids, written by the hand of his eldest child, Anna.

 

He recalled her arrival in the imperial walls of Helena, proud and bold even then in her small form. He remembered still the day of her birth, when Margarita had labored two long days before producing a child who wailed with such ferocious ferocity. She had grown so lovely, and maintained her intelligence, and now he had heard she was married. He had wept when his wife had told him, though the Baroness shied away and pretended she hadn’t noticed his tears.

 

He thought of his other children, his daughter Louisa who he had sorrowfully neglected to write to, and his son Henry, whom he had spent most of his recent years supporting in his ambition to study among the great academics of Shafei. His youngest, Christina, he had sent off not long ago, the pious little lamb who had served him stew and water so many times since he had taken to bed.

 

He retrieved a small bell from his bedside, ringing it fervently. In strolled a butler, who was sent to summon his lady wife, the Baroness of Rafal. His bride of however-many-years, still austere and as beautiful as an imperial princess should deserve to be, knelt beside him. He bid her fetch a quill and parchment, along with the seal that hid among his belongings.

 

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To the members of House Pruvia, and my dear family,

 

I will keep my words simple, as my hand is too weak to write many lines. My fever has become a constant figure in my life, a reaper I cannot shake. However long my Margarita can keep me from death’s door, I will remain in this world for my family. However, I can no longer call myself your patriarch, or your Prince. As our ancestor, Anna, ruled with resilience and strength, so too should your leader. I fill this role no longer.

 

I, John-Henry Pruvia, do hereby abdicate all of my titles, along with any accompanying expenses and wealth, to my eldest child and elected heir, Anna Maria Pruvia. I also relinquish my title as Patriarch to her, as head of the family.

 

Signed,

His Serene Highness, John-Henry Pruvia, Prince of Pruvia and Duke of Sudenland,

Patirarch of the House of Pruvia

 

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Spoiler

Wanna say thank you to my friend of almost-3 years, Dasdi, for bringing this house that I had started back to life, and saving it from a history that was almost trashed by someone who really did it a lot of harm. Couldn’t have asked for anyone better to do what he has done. ❤️

 

[brujera 1152]

“Yes.” -JHP

[SerFinnick 445]

“The time approaches for you to rest, dearest brother. Know that I love you and will continue to help our family grow” says Alexander, a tear forming in his eye.