A FUTURE, UNBESMIRCHED

[Axelu 4333]

A FUTURE, UNBESMIRCHED

 

 

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I was once a girl, not too long ago it seems: an heir, succeeded only by my young sister, Heidemarie, to the Alstions of Aeldin. We were raised proud and shrewd, made certain by the various lectures of our good father, Prince Charles. 

 

Even through his exile, he maintained influence on me through his letters, bolstering the pride I’ve come to have in my family. For, to my father - a once Imperator, son to John the valiant and brother to Blessed Adeline, the late and beatified Holy Orenian Empress - Oren was more than the city of Helena and its vassals. It stood as a bastion for those with righteous intentions and those with a staunch whim to persevere and become learned -- the betters of their contemporaries, be they adversaries or even kinsmen. 

 

I lived in Helena out of necessity, at first. It was a safer alternative, especially for a maid of my age, than to live in the war-plagued Ruberni city among him. It was a begrudging choice that we made unanimously. However, it is not living in Helena, nor Oren, that I regret -- but doubting it. 

 

I was raised by one Orenian in particular, the Archchancellor Simon Basrid, who always took a fond interest in my upbringing, instilling within me knowledge I could have only initially yearned to know. I have been an heiress, bureaucrat, matriarch, bride, and now mother, in my lifetime -- all gifts from GOD himself. Since my father’s exile, I have come to a realisation, albeit morbid and grim.

 

My house -- my bloodline, upbrought into glory by the Imperious John the First, reforged and saved by the mighty Prince Charles Elliot, died with my father’s grandfather, Blessed Alexander Frederick, the last Imperial Prince of Johannian Oren and shall not ever assume a similar strata of repute. 

 

No living member of my house, besides myself and my sister Heidemarie -- whom is wed to Yves Bartholemew Anion -- has produced legitimate issue bearing the name Alstion. Any unverified issue is hereby baseborn and unrecognized by myself or my issue, of which is the newborn Peter Amadeus Valtian-Novellen.

 

Therefore, it is with great sobriety, in reverence to both the efforts of my ancestors and the illustrious Oren my uncle, Emperor Peter the third, has rebuilt, that I -- Henrietta Karenina -- dissolve the titular Principality of Alstion and hereto for abandon any claim to Oren held by myself and the subsequent issue sired by my marriage..

 

May humanity continue to prosper, as it has, in perpetuity. 

 

With GOD, and better judgement, a future, unbesmirched, is possible.

 

 

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PENNED BY

Henrietta Valtian-Novellen, Countess-consort of Pompourelia, the final matriarch of the House of Alstion

 

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Ser Corwin scoffed, raising a glass to Henry Stephen Alstion, the Emperor over the water.

[osumanduas 1442]

A newly awakened Thomas Wettlock wiped his mouth, spitting up a chunk of some poor women’s ear. Unbridled then of his former alias Johann Strauss; a pale bald coward, he now spoke his mind free of facade to his brothers in the sanctum of his former crypt as his strength returned to him.

 

”Sons and daughters of a third son; a dead lineage. Alstion died with the passing of my liege, who’s blood stained his own crib by the hand of the Aurelian tyrant who butchered him. As the ***** and her brother before them. If not slain in the crib, the final Prince died long before even that; entombed in ice beneath the chilled ruins of an abandoned Tahn plain.”

 

Wettlock spoke the words to his fellows, a clear bitterness collected over the passing of each retched year. Would that he had died then in the time of his choosing; now instead forced to live in perpetuity and damned to know the fate of past labours wasted. It was then that with companions old and new he entered out from self-imposed exile back into the light of the world beyond his cold cavernous chambers.

 

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((fyi the emperor of aeldin isn’t a horen you mongolids, keep your imperial fan-fiction on this side of the pond))