The Pruvian Trunk, 1802

[brujera 1152]

The Pruvian Trunk, 1802

 

 

       As the grounds of Casa de Rafal in the outskirts of the city of Shafei began their renovations, A time of spring cleaning was in order. John Henry Pruvia, last living child of the Viscountess of Osterland, the woman who paved the way for the success of her House, was sorting through records and their massive archives detailing the history of the Pruvian Legacy, when he came across an old trunk. It was a very heavy, locked wooden box adorned with the coat of arms of Elisabeth Maria, mother to John Henry.

 

       “This must be from our estate in Old Reza.” His sunken, almost lifeless eyes would light up. “I am almost certain this trunk sat in Mother’s room at the foot of her bed. I wonder what could possibly be inside.”

 With some force, and the help of his valet, the frail old man was able to pry open the box and reveal the contents within. Many fine jewels and copious amounts of letters and documents filled the hulking trunk. John Henry takes a letter, dated 8th of the Amber Cold, 1711, and begins to read:

 

“My love,

       I cannot bring to words my love for you. Oh, my dearest Joseph, as our child grows in me, I am filled with your love. I will soon depart to Aeldin, under the pretense to find John a wife. Perhaps that Marnan girl will do. Margarita, is her name? Mother says there is a convent which deals with such matters, yet how will I bring myself to depart with my child? Oh, my love, I have written this letter thrice, and yet I cannot express the worry that I will be ousted. I will be staying at the Casa de Rafal. You may post your letters there. I cannot wait to hear from you, my darling.”

 

       John Henry sat at his desk, pale in the face. “How could it be? Who is this Joseph? And this child? Surely she cannot be referring to Alexander!” He’d exclaim. John swiftly placed the letter on his desk moving onto another, post dated 16th of the Deep Cold, 1711:
 

“Dearest Joseph,

       My love, the nuns say im due in just a few days. I have not left my quarters in what seems like ages. The nausea and pregnancy pains barely allow me to walk more than just a few steps. Mother has been able to find a man by the name of Bartholomew who can forge his birth records to be dated before Charles’s death. I have decided on a name. He shall be Alexander Joseph. Named after the Saint, and you, my darling. “

 

John-Henry took these letters,and prepared his luggage for his last voyage to the Imperial Capital, Providence. Copies of these letters are sent to every major newspaper.

[DahStalker 3692]

Beatrice Virosi would place a quivering hand to her temple, understanding now how deep in the hole she was. A truly horrifying ordeal.

[capiital 275]

Adabelle Myre sat upon a rocking chair, rocking back and forth as she stashed herself inside the hovel that sat on her father's farm. The youth would lean forward, intrigued by the letters that were distributed to the subjects of Oren. Adabelle gasped, rushing to show everyone on the farm the surprising news!

[niya 180]

Elisabeth Louise reads the letters only understanding a few words, Adabelle reads it to her. The small girl still doesn't understand, but is in shock because everyone else is.

 

[ydegirl 2357]

Theodora Angelica rose a brow as she read the newspaper. She chuckled, thinking of what this could mean for the Bastard-line Pruvias.

[marilka 552]

Wilhelmina Beatrix leafed through her daily dossier of newsletters and personal writings, the Helvets-borne lady's eyes flaring wide. The redhead set the stackings aside, contemplating a particular blessed social call..

[TheNunnery 1853]

"Impure they are! Goes down the bastards who had poisoned the land." Spoke the well trained Butler Albert de Perra as he cleaned the de Joannes mannor.

[libertyybelle 6187]

19 minutes ago, marilka said:

Wilhelmina Beatrix leafed through her daily dossier of newsletters and personal writings, the Helvets-borne lady's eyes flaring wide. The redhead set the stackings aside, contemplating a particular blessed social call..

Anna Henrietta looks over to her pseudo mother with a small smile. "Glad I was blessed by GOD by being in the true line of Pruvia." With that, she retired back into Trissingham to set up some dried fruit  for the Duchess when she retired home late in that eve. 

[ncarr 2806]

Cosette sits within the de Falstaff palatial suit, slowly sounding out each word of the missive. Chuckling along with her mother, though she doesn't understand much of what is going on.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

From her place in the Seven Skies, the last Princess of Pruvia gazed down upon her kinsmen in renewed fervor, exalted and resolved in her faith that hers was the true line of Pruvia, heirs to Vandoria and Marna by virtue of their blood. She damned the bloodline of her traitorous half-uncle, now revealed as bastard-born, and laughed gleefully from her spectral place at the natural course of karma.

There would be no more Pruvia-Albarosa, tainted and disenfranchised. No longer would her son and grandchildren need bear the burden of a broken house. It was theirs for the taking, with the ancient inheritance that came with it.

 

Spoiler

@Bawg @MrChenn1 @libertyybelle You guys have always been true Pruvian players and have kept up the standard that should've always been maintained instead of the greed and ooc that lead to it being split. You three especially have all my friendship and support going forward.

 

@Dasdi Thank you for taking a chance on a stranger years ago and playing my daughter, which has lead to a wonderful friendship. It means the world to me, to watch the house we built thrive with great players at it's helm!

 

[MRCHENN 4741]

Simon Casimir, of Pruvia-Provins, would grip the the letter within his gloved hand. The cadet of the ISA would remark.

 

”It is good to see the truth behind these letters  coming into the light - that being the illegitimacy of the Albarosan line of our family. With the grace of GOD, may our one true line bring grace to this family.”

 

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Bullfog's hairless eyebrows lofted upwards upon reading the letter. "So the Pruvia-Albarosa line are really bastards?..." Bullfog would begin to chuckle softly. "I am very honored, and proud to be the butler of the true line of House Pruvia."