NO ALLY BUT SERVITUDE [PK]

[GhostSHTR 1205]

Sergei Othaman would sign the Lorraine at the new. "I'll find out vho did this, She neit deserved this though ve had our differences ve both vere still similar in our upbringings. GODANI bless her" he'd state 

[Iudaes 1095]

Jude was celebrating morning mass in the Papal Apartments among the nuns, cooks, and guards who resided there. However, that usually joyous celebration was interrupted by a saddening whisper to the Pontiff's ear. Setting down the aspergillum and the aspersorium and interrupting in turn the final blessing, the High Pontiff instead called for everyone to bow their heads and pray for the late Solicitor General, Pontifical Physician as they knew her, but more importantly, sister in faith. 

[Juli 1341]

The Queen Mother sat within her chambers, a solemn expression donning her visage as news of her former wards passing traveled. She couldn’t help but feel that part of this was her doing, that she had failed Ophelia. “I am sorry…” She’d simply utter to herself.

[1_Language_1 1671]

         A specter of the old days took in the silence, bits of ectoplasm falling down his face before reabsorbing into his body. He let out a shudder, shaking his head in regret. "Dear God, I should have stayed by her side. Why did you let me awaken?" The soft, blue specter ran his hand softly over the missive, knowing he couldn't carry it with him. He wished he could though, such a simple request that could never be filled. "Ophelia was the only one who truly cared, and she grew up too fast."

 

         The specter hid away in sorrow, unable to get over the fact that the girl he treated like a daughter was now gone. "Let her stay dead, God, don't let her awaken like me. I can't bear to watch Ophelia get slain again." He took his hand away from the missive, knowing he would never see neither again.

[doreebear 605]

Nataliya would be seen strolling about the streets of Oren. Soon, a onyx crow fluttered around her before landing on her shoulder offering a letter. "Cousin! Ophelia!" the crow mimicked before rubbing his feathered head against hers. "I have not heard from her in quite some time, I shall see what this is all about. . ." As the Princess's cornflower gaze began to scan the letter, her eyes began to widen in utter horror and shock, filling up with tears as she brought a shaky hand upward towards her quivering lips."N-niet this can't be. . . that is impossible!" Memories of her and the Wick began to flood her head, times of when Nataliya mothered the Lady Wick and gave her advice. Memories of the two laughing at jokes they exchanged at their families expense. One, of the time where Ophelia risked her life to save the endangered princess during the demise of New Reza, stepping in front of her and taking the hit of a flaming boulder. The woman began to gently weep, for the girl was a like daughter to her, falling to her knees before whimpering out "Nie' Ophelia." the woman the clasped her hand over her heart, clinging onto it tightly. "I-" Nataliya had suffered many losses in her life time, but this was a feeling of losing a child, losing a very close family member. "It hurts. ." she began to breathe rapidly. "Why her? she was merely a girl! a CHILD! WHY HER!?" she cried out in weak manner. there after a canine would be seen running towards the woman, the dog Ophelia gifted to Nataliya, whining frantically to make sure she was alright. "I swear to you Ophie . .  your children will become my own." she muttered out. "You were the sweetest of the Wick's . . I will avenge your death." the princess gritted out before standing to her feet once more. "Goodbye my child . . I hope I was enough for you. . may the seven skies be kinder to you than Almaris." Liya then made her way into the Wick shop, trying to keep a calm composer before embracing her children. "Where's Thalius?"

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[Burnsider 4566]

Nicolas awaited for Ophelia in the Skies. In this realm of perfection and happiness, he had no regret that he was not there in her final moments, only joy in the anticipated reunion. "Come and join me. I want to have long talks with you again."

[Starlight 46]

In the halls of Urguan a young dwarven lass would walk around before she stopped in her tracks. The news of the of the death of Ophelia being brought to her made the young Dagura Ireheart grew silent. Dagura herself muttering some brathmordakin blessings under her breath as she shaked her head softly, remembering not that long ago she saved the woman from another deathly attempt at her life, being at her fiery wedding too. 

 

Dagura lowered her head for her quite newly friend who she would already miss the presence of in the large city of Oren before she muttered to the winds ''T'ey realleh wanted yu gone huh.. ye were sureleh t'e onleh 'uman a' loiked in t'at big citeh and will probableh be t'e last. May ye soul rest peacefulleh Op'elia van Wick, ye were one 'ell of a 'lass''

[Esterlen 4499]

A ruddy-faced bureaucrat retrieves the letter from his Providence pied-a-terre, returning inside and away from the crisp morning air.

 

He tears it open somewhat carelessly with his letter-opener, poring over the contents with dull eyes.

 

"My God..." offers the Surveyor-General with a tinge of regret, slapping a fat hand down on his breakfast table in rage,  "A young woman and a promising career, over, finished, lost so young! What the hell kind of sordid business did I get her involved with? Cloak-and-dagger intrigues, calumnies and sabotage..." 

 

 

 

[zuziee 4004]

The very much dead Emma recalled her memories of Ophelia once the ghostly girl heard of her death.

 

Her first and happiest memory was when Emma offered the younger Ophelia lessons on how to dance. Though of course, those lessons never happened.

 

Or the time that Ophelia and Emma screamed at each other at that one festival, and later that evening she conversed with Ophelia as they came to an agreement.

 

An agreement that now, would be taken to the grave on both sides.

 

Though it saddened her that she wouldn’t be conjured up anymore by her friend, she was happy for Ophelia’s suffering to finally be over. 

[fetty bridgers 4492]

Fiyem and Lomi would frown together as they hear of the news, "We, we never got to have our tea party.."

[Gnomistry 1115]

Metropolitan Bram would smile as he heard the funeral bells toll. "One less Wick in the world."

[garentoft 9265]

"Forward." uttered the disheveled Franz somberly to his own mirror reflection. He then grasped that letter he had read moments earlier, stuffing it inside a drawer, before he moved to seat himself on his bed, reflecting on nights many years ago.

[Viggen92 326]

Casper Jahan Baelius would mourn his friend. All memories they shared came back to him at that moment; when they first met, when he cared for her when she was sick, when they shared countless drinks at both her place and his own. "I will always remember you, Ophelia, you hold a special place in my heart."

[Da_Emperors 1987]

Ledicort would take the letter from his aid as he remained in the Selm Palace offices. He would look to see Ophelia's seal upon it as he would open the parchment carefully. His first thought was to appreciate her penmanship as the light smile upon his face would quickly fade. His jaw would lock as he further gripped the letter -- emotions would soon pour as a trickle of tears would fall from his face. The aid would look to him with question as he would rise from his seat. He took a few steps towards the exit of his door as the assistance called out his name; however, the only action that would follow would Ledicort slamming the coat hanger into the wall. And with that he left the room.

 

Upon exiting Selm Palace he looked down the street to the Wick family manor, he would think of the memories between the late meetings, to the National Party dinners, to all the trials and rewards that had taken place. He looked at the door for a moment thinking if he should enter, but he stood in silence for some time longer -- thinking of how Ophelia van Wick and the Nationals had impact him and all he stands for to the day. "In just a decade, you had left such an impact to me...." He would shake his head as he walked further down the streets of Providence.

 

At the entrance to the La Fleur Theatre he stood for what may of been hours. He would shake his head the dried tears would mix in with the fresh. The light patches of snow from the winter season remained under his feet in the cold, fierce night. He whispered to himself, 

"Ophelia van Wick, she was a daughter of the Empire not by birth, but by labor, service, dedication and consideration. She has served the Empire to the highest of degrees and shall be remembered not only one that has held the law as the highest regard but one that has held the Empire's people to the highest standard. Her memory shall be placed to concern of the welfare of the many and the service to all. May Ophelia van Wick be remembered for being a caring mother, a dedicated servant, and a person whom the next generation can aspire to."

He would hold still for a few further moments as he added,

"I promise, I will not go back on my promises to you, to Henry, to any of you. I shall keep each and every one of them -- and honor your memory. Take rest in the seven skies, Ophelia van Wick."

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