Anne

[capiital 275]

     Somewhere hidden deep within the Augustine Palace grounds, Yvette Annelise Basrid would jest with her newly found playmates, Mariya and Cardieux. Out of the corner of her eye, she identified servants frantically rushing towards Trissingham whilst bowing their heads. The inquisitive Rhenyari ushered for her companions to trail the palace attendants as muffled sobs could be heard from the inky black figures in the darkness.

 

      Upon hearing the news regarding the long-lived Empress, Yvette did not weep nor did she wail. Thoughts of approaching affairs invaded her head, but what was really most significant to the youth was comforting her dear friend, Anne Caroline, through her hardships.

 

[Eryane 3698]

The late Queen-Mother of Haense, Maya of Muldav, prepared her secret Barbanov hot cocoa from the seven skies, ready to serve to her childhood friend.

[GhostSHTR 1205]

“She was an amazing person and even more a great leader” The Othaman said” May she Rest In Peace”

[Mannyy 982]

Upon hearing the devastating news, Casper would reflect on the first day he met her, in the tea room of the Novellen. He would be heavily upset by Anne's demise..

[Dyl 2088]

"I watched you grow up from a young child to the powerful woman," Sir Jahan would say, "I was but a child myself when I was tasked by your father of watching over you and raising you." He'd look out over the farms, a smile on his face. The old Rhenyar would walk through the city, smile strong but tears rolling down his face. He'd find his and Anne's shared grandchildren, "Do not cry," he'd say to them, "we must smile, it is what she would want. She was a beautiful flower indeed, but everything must die. She wilted, so now it is our time to bloom."

 

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[1_Language_1 1671]

           "She should have lived longer." The old man simply states.

[ReveredOwl 5639]

"Krugmas came early this year!" Exclaimed Hubert Porcher as he heard of the news within his home.

[Anbennar 2351]

Simon's Poltergeist would hear of the Orenian Empresses death, then he'd smirk as his spirit went to Sutica, hoping not to get stabbed by a Paladin or 'Monster' hunter

[Capace 559]

Henry sighs for a moment as his late cousin departs from the world, “Who knows what could be next.”

[Kalehart 1096]

Seated in an earthen den far from the Silver City, the former Okarir'tir looks over a bit of parchment bearing the ill news, his brow knitting into a frown as he slouches lower in his seat and stifles a sigh. For a time of silence he recalls what handful of interactions he'd had with the Empress, and brings a hand up to rub at his jaw, head shaking slowly,

 

"I should have liked to speak to her one more time, at least. To make some introductions, to... See, perhaps, if she still respected me despite all that has transpired. I suppose I should've been quicker to try, it's easy to forget how fleeting their lives can be."

 

With a grunt, he folds the paper to set aside, his eyes lingering on the flickering, crackling hearth as he drums a few fingers against the arm of the couch,

 

"Few valah prove as respectable as she did, far fewer still whom hold seats of such influence. One hopes that whoever is to follow her will maintain such an open mind and grounded disposition, but..."

 

Digressing in his self-narration, the 'aheral shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, lapsing into a thoughtful silence.

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

On a dirt road, far from those belonging to his home in the Empire, a man of middling age an unorthodox posture is seated astride a warhorse that had once trotted alongside the Empress' own, a decade ago. As the horse trotted lightly along, the brisk air sent the main to pull his leather cloak tighter around himself. Snow was unfamiliar to him. The humid heat in his Helenan youth had not prepared him to be subject to such deviations as the frozen air of the peaks to the south. There was nothing here for him, nothing he could find here that would absolve him of the many aches in his chest for his old country, and people.

 

He spoke to the horse, his comrade in this pilgrimage to nowhere, to find answers that he may never find.

 

"So goes another master of her trade, so different from Peter, and so singular in her resolve. But most vitally, so loved."

 

The aimless pilgrim and his horse would find a cavern from which he could gleam a potential shelter, and he would dismount, guiding his horse into what would be revealed as more of a shallow outcrop than any substantial shelter from the brutal cold. He breathed into his gloved hands, rubbing them together as the stallion neighed in protest to the darkness. Within the hour, the pilgrim had a fire of middling size to warm the pair of them, and to light the project he would embark upon.

 

There, in this small stone outcrop in some hidden piece of the world that no man may ever see again, he would build with cold stones, both small and large, a monument. With his dagger against the icy stone, he would carve out, in bold letters, 'Anne', and a prayer for her peace.

 

He would kneel, reciting endlessly this prayer. Hours would pass, and his knees would grow raw from the rough stone beneath him. The dry frozen air would take his voice from him, till all he could do was whisper to God his love for his mother.

[Jake the Dog 290]

Velu simply sighed, bowing her head. "Another fallen Monarch, never does get any easier with time. Rest well, Empress Anne."

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Mr Rat only wishes he could weep, trapped as he was in a metallic body he mourned the passing of the Empress in his own quiet way. He would miss her gentle kindness.

[doreebear 605]

Nataliya frowned at the news of the Empress she knew from childhood, passing away. "May she be welcomed in the seven skies.." 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Anna Henrietta heard of the news as she relaxed into her seat within the adjacent Trissingham palace. A small frown came on her lips before she exhaled a small sigh.

 

"Not many ladies could have done what she had done- I hope she can finally rest at ease." she murmured in passing by to the courtier whom provided the news letter. After such, she poured a red wine in honor of the late Empress. She remembered fondly of the time she had delivered the Pope and Anne their lunch in the old Novellen palace.