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Ser Viktor Rauen wept in private for a few moment for the loss of his King, and then prepared to protect his new one.

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Franz recalled a dream he had when he was younger, of the six faces of himself and his siblings, slowly fading away until they were nothing. Josef had been the first, a weary face burdened by that heavy crown atop his head.

 

As he woke up that morning, he already knew what had happened. The aura around the entire palace was different, only something he would notice. He stuffed his hands deep inside his pockets as he usually would, hiding the nervous twitches that were all too common. Death was not a new thing to him, and it never had been. In a way, he had always envied Josef, he had been granted a purpose by the world, a meaning to it all. Whereas Franz had spent his entire life seeking one, searching in every nook and cranny for a purpose, a meaning, that he never quite could find. Yet, he knew that Josef had never enjoyed the purpose given to him, a King that the world had mercilessly chosen despite his own wishes.


As he made his way into Josef’s bedroom, he hovered a hand over his dead brother with a sigh. A tear formed in his right eye, which soon turned into a stream. He recalled that dream of those six siblings once again, and thought of his sister.

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Joseph Gaultier stood on the square as he got notified of the news turning to the palace as he frowned shaking his head dissapointed "O' fokin shame dat es" he nodded as he turned a bottle of carrion about pouring it empty before the palace his own way to show griefance of the passed king "Dae King es dead, long live dae king"

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Holy Sir Nicolas, in full armor, helm and all, rapped his halberd against the ground. "The king is dead. Long live the king!"

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Nikolas had refused to both comprehend or listen as his mother and sister told him of his father's dead. "When is Papej coming back?" The young boy tugged at his mother's dress. "He is coming back soon, vy will see! Vy are just wrong. Papej would niet ever leave us!" The young Princeling set off up the stairs deeper into the palace until reaching the door of his father's office knocking at the door. "Papej? Are you in there? Mamej and Katerina are being silly! Come and play!"

 

There was a deftly silence as the boy continued to knock at the door, his knocking growing fainter until they eventually stopped. "Papej?"

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“Hrm- Koeng is sleeping, da?” the young Antonina inquired to her father as she was relayed the tragic news. @GMRO

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Henriette Marna de Rafal had prepared herself for this, the inevitable demise of her former charge. She recalled how sullen he had become as a child, the little boy-king whose father had been, in her opinion, quite selfish when leaving his son to rule a kingdom so young. The middle-aged Marnan had expected him to grow into a brooding, distant young man.

 

However, at the announcement of his passing, she felt pang within her, deeply-hidden. Every child she had taught and raised held a piece of her with them. One of those pieces had just left their world and passed into the next life.

 

The Steward of Greyspine draped herself in dour mourning garb, making her way to Karosgrad once more to find her grieving Queen.

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The former Princess Royal showed no remorse upon hearing the news of her brothers death. "Pity." she scoffed, folding the letter before tearing the paper to pieces. Nataliya scowled as childhood memories of her and Josef flooded her head. However, one memory lingered in her mind, the time of her disownment, the words still branded in her mind forever. "You are no brother of mine." The former princess then tossed the torn in pieces into the crackling brightly hued flames, watching them shrivel up and burn. "Long live the Koeng.she mocked as a single tear trickled down her cheek.

 

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And within the Tavern, an Elfess bowed her head in salute to the fallen Koeng.

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Konrad Terrence signed the Lorraine cross over his chest as he muttered a solemn prayer with his eyes firmly closed. As he opened them only one thought came to his mind. To see how his friend Prince Franz was doing.

 

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In the Seven Skies King Andrik III greeted his great grandson with a firm hug and a loud burp "Go on lad, ave' as much of tha' black as ye can hol'.. Ye've earned it ye bloody idiot"

 

 

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     Juliya Ipera locked herself into her room after the news of her brother’s death reached her ears, her heart pounding and her tears flowing.  “Joey, not Joey...” she mutters to herself through her pillow, the heavily pregnant woman sobbing into it.
      She wanted nothing more than to be the pesky little sister she once was, interrupting Josef and Isabel’s alone time just to be around him and feel included. She missed his comforts and their talks already, even though she hadn’t known of his death for more than twenty minutes yet.
      For a moment, before the end, she had hope that he’d become well again, and that she would have more time with him, but the utter disappointment of losing that chance crushed her. 

      Despite the dangers he created from eating so much and drinking immensely, she’d always giggle as he shoved his food down his throat like he hadn’t eaten in years. She always thought that was silly. She had never know the risks that his gluttony created, she barely could see anything bad about him. She looked up to him more than anyone, and her naivety had always gotten in the way of it all.

       Now, she lays on her bed in tears, trying to console herself while not letting anyone else in to aid her. “Long live the Koeng,” she mutters, falling into a deep sleep soon afterwards, the exhaustion of her emotions overtaking her.

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The old Stefan Vyronov observing the construction of his estate would receive news of Koeng Josef's death as he would begin to hear a faint bell from the city as well.  "Long may you rest, my Koeng. May Godani welcome you to his great Keongdom and be embraced once more with your parents. And Long live Koeng Heinrik.

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"The Wicks lived rent free in that man's mind. I genuinely hope we can now begin to repair relations with the Haenseni." remarked Juniper Wick over a mug of Carrion Black.

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Mr Reginald quickly sweeps the floor behind the Prince of Rubern Lothar's every footfall as he dances in joy. " Your highness be careful! You have tender heels!". After which he goes to his private room and marks this day on his calendar, making sure to set it has a holiday for him and his family, the Tyrant was dead.

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Dhaen Grandaxe, former Queen of Urguan, sits upon a mossy stone, attempting to read the paper she had acquired the day before by the light of a dim campfire. She reaches the last line and shakes her ginger head in bitter mourning.

 

"Time 'as touch'd all ov' de monarchs dat sign'd de original accord. May Dungrimm guide 'im an' Anbella care fo' t'ose 'e left be'ind" 

 

The paper is swiftly disposed of in the flames as Dhaen settles down to sleep beneath the open night sky.

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