Anne

[peachcool 602]

The retired business lady, rested a hand on the side of tree as she took a break from wandering tirelessly through a somber forest. Alpha came across the letter written by her old friend, tears ran down her cold rosy cheeks as she read or maybe it was the condensation running down her face from the melting snow. "A toast to you!" The mad lady hummed through tears as she would raise an invisible glass into the sky, pretending it was green wine like her father once drank. "Maybe one day we will meet again." Alpha would comment quietly as she set off running again under the roof of the snowy forest..

The thoughts of playing "Legends of League" the board game with Anne ran through her head every once in awhile, causing a smile to return to the woman's grim expression.

[FredrickTeufel 356]

Fredrick Teufel Simply sat inside his house, his head faced towards the floor as he reflected upon everything. A saddened look crossed his face as he remained sat in silence. He looks to the side to see his lute, the one thing that had kept him going. He would grab onto the neck of the instrument and play a song near and dear to his heart, the first song that he ever wrote that met public fame. For the last time, Fredrick strummed One God, one Empire, one Empress. At the end of his final song, he would let out a long sigh before resting his lute against the wall and returned his gaze back down, returning to his silence.

[kuerbis 3802]

Anne Caroline's eyes widened in sheer terror upon receiving the news. She wouldn't believe it, none of it. The Princess screamed and physically fought the poor palace servant that had to tell the bratty child the news. She shook her head, wailing and crying - thus, she had to be escorted back to her room. There, she paced around, convincing herself it was all a crude joke some...  some stupid servant came up with!
She couldn't believe it, not one bit. Thus, a night passed. The next morning, when she was let back out, the youth skipped breakfast. She saw people draped in black usher through the palace halls, but Anne Caroline chose to ignore such. Finally, as she managed to get to the Empresses apartments, the youth was hit with the realisation that this... could in fact, be true. Her expression dropped, sheer anger and fury turning into desperation and sadness. She pushed open the heavy doors, striding inside. "Grandmama!" the youth cried out - but there was no response, merely a few family members that glanced at her. The brunette shook her head, wiping at her face with her chubby fingers as tears steamed down those red cheeks. Anne Caroline fell into a silence, a silence that lasted for days.

She wouldn't speak, she barely ate and she wouldn't sleep much. Practically all she did was to sit in her chambers and weep over the small picture of the late Empress Anne I, which she always carried within her locket. It was during those days, Anne Caroline came to realize that, with her father on pilgrimage, her mother bedridden and with her grandmother dead, she truly felt alone.

[Ivoreyy 2303]

Simon Basrid went to lift the six year old princess' chin up with a decorated hand. “It is a curse of your father, your mother, and their fathers - That they all lived in some depravity away from the warmth of family. I pray you may break it. But even so….”

 

He tilted Elizabeth's chin towards her mother first, then to face the imperial bust of her grandfather.

 

“Look what legends they came to be.”

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Elizabeth had never known a life away from her dearest Mother. From the moment of her birth, she had clung to her with an unparalleled sense of admiration - a fascination with the woman who had raised her, and who’s name she so proudly bore. Time and time again, Anne Augusta had been the one constant figure amongst Elizabeth’s ever-changing circumstances. In times of strife and trouble, or joy and anticipation, she found herself gravitating toward that familiar maternal embrace. 

 

For Elizabeth had not only inherited the eyes and hair of the Empress. From her Mother, she had learned her own strength. Her own desire to be better - greater, had stemmed from her persistent and eternal adoration. 

 

Throughout her life, she had often heard the footsteps of the Empress echoing from the rooftops, and Elizabeth often found herself wondering what crossed her Mother’s mind as she paced beneath the night sky. The plans and dreams for her Empire and reign, surely - or the thoughts of sheer wisdom in which no other soul aside from her Mother, neither man nor woman, could ever begin to match. The constant sound of her steps became second nature, and when they fell silent due to diplomatic travel or otherwise, the young princess found herself unable to sleep soundly. 

 

Truly, there were times in which Anne Augusta may have fallen short of the grandeur in which Elizabeth had imagined her, but the thought never once came upon the Princess’ mind, and her idolisation remained untarnished much into her adulthood.

 

It was this very fact that broke her when the news of the Empress’ death reached her chambers. It was as if her world, and every sense of familiarity, had left her. She was inconsolable in its most literal form.

 

That night, she paced the rooftops. It was too quiet, and the sound brought her comfort.

 

Spoiler

thank you so much dream ❤️ 

 

[ErikAzog 3575]

Within the Sunholdt room of the palace, Peter Baldwin would awaken as any other day, his back would groan as he propped himself up on his bed, going to sigh loudly, knowing that age was gaining fast on him, moving his right hand to his back, he would then grit his teeth finding the determination to stand himself up, he would head over to the mirror that stood in the corner. Speaking to no one in particular, "Another day in the Empire."  he'd state as he fashion his tricorn atop his head, going to nod determinately. Heading out of his room he would notice the scurrying noble men and women hurrying off without halt, something had occurred. 

As he trailed behind them The General would hear what whispers of what had happened, of course he didn't believe them and took them as courtly gossip, reaching his Grandson the new Governor of the Palace, he would hear the dire news for sure. Gulping loudly, he would give the young man a firm nod and retreated back to his room in the Augustine palace. The news had hit him hard, for he and Anne were almost the same age. They both came from the now long gone Helena, a different time from the peace and prosperity they had now, Peter would think perhaps if things have been different they could've been closer friends, for he enjoyed the times he spent with the Anne I, she was what he thought would be an ideal Monarch should be. A woman that was kind and just, one that extended her out to others and wasn't afraid to make hard decisions. 

 

She had joined him and the ISA on the fields of Korvassa, fought with them every chance she could against the Inferi, she had long earned his respect. The moment he chose to recall was when he was selected to be apart of the coronation of Anne I and Joseph II, bearing the sword for the two. It was a momentous moment in his life time, proud to have served in the capacity that he did. Glad to have served her to the end of her life, he knew that only that he must also do the same.

[ApplePieKathy 561]

"Anne Augusta has broken records by being the first female monarch in Orenian history. May she rest in peace." Vivaca Rutledge frowned, devastated by the news. She'd light a candle in remembrance of Anne and her reign.

[Andustar 4143]

Olórin Telemnar, taken aback by the sudden revelation, sat at his desk with a heavy heart. 
"Anne was a benevolent and just ruler; qualities often absent in the line of Orenian sovereigns.  May she be at peace."  

[Dhaelena 589]

The Dwarven Queen hears of the death in a far-away city, carved out of the mountain itself. She feels a brief pang of regret, for though she did not particularly like Oren, nor the Empress as a figurehead, she would have wanted to meet the woman behind the mask who found herself in such a prominent position.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Corwin von Alstreim lights a candle for another Orenian monarch - once an enemy, and then a casual acquaintance - he's outlived.

 

"Now her judgment rests within the hands of Gott, and her ancestors."

[Axelu 4333]

Yet another of the late Empress's many grandchildren, Helena Augusta, contemplated whether her grandmother would be able to spare an ounce of time to observe her "martial" prowess. The girl would only grow more bemused as a bemoaning collective clad in black crowded the Augustine's outer gates.

[Da_Emperors 1987]

Ledicort d'Azor would fall to his knees in his bedchamber as the news would be told to me. He would close his eyes are he remained still for hours. Lost, torn and emotional he would would shed the occasional tear as he reflected on his memories of the Empress -- kind, compassionate and thoughtful in all regards. 

Various knocks would be echo the empty home as he kept quiet and still. After some time he would pull himself to his feet, his face holding dried tears as he wiped them off. He would place on a tunic as he then walked out, he would whisper to himself -- "One God, One Empire, One Empress", as he closed the distance between himself and the Church.

[Taketheshot 3834]

Sir Henry sheds a tear from his eye as he views the letter from his office muttering softly to himself. "I remember the day you were born. Peter was so very happy that day in Helena. To outlive those we see born. Is the truest evil of them all.

The Empress is dead. Long live the Emperor...."

[SpookyLean 880]

Somewhere in the beaches of Sutica the Colonel Darius Sabari rest peacefully as the waves crash on the shore. At peace, happy he was able to grant Anne one more Tuvmas with her mother, Lorena Augusta, before she was able to grow up and turn into the woman he's so proud of. "This isn't the same girl who rush to her mother's side that day in tears. Rest well, Anne.." whispered Virgil DeNurem, once ward of Darius Sabari, knew the situation quite well.

[sergisala 3451]

After a long night mining, Lt Leonard Halcourt would return to The Bastion, where he found all his comrades shedding tears.

 

None of them said anything, but no words were necessary. At the very moment he saw their faces he immediately understood it.

 

He would immediately join them and cry for their Empress.

[VIROS 2915]

James II orders a requiem mass at the Council of Providence, saying “Her Imperial Majesty was braver in battle than any man, and as noble of spirit as the prophets.”

 

That evening he regales his nephew with the tale of her valorous defense at the Battle of Korvassa.