doreebear 601 Popular Post Share Posted April 14, 2021 (edited) Nataliya Reza, writing her letter in Freeport. Hello, to those whom are reading this letter. three years it has been since the execution of the former Princess Royal, Nataliya Reza Barabanov-Wick. As you may know, rumors have been floating about, that she has survived. And I am here to share with you, that those rumors are true. I am Alive. "Name and Business." an Oren Guard inquired as he looked down upon the figure, hidden behind a dark cloak. "Nataliya Reza." The woman stated simply, pulling the cloak away from her head, revealing herself as her sapphire gaze darted upward towards the guard. The man paused for a moment. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" he inquired in a perplexed manner. "I know many people who want me to be." she offered a gentle chuckle. "I need to lay off the drinking." the guard simply shook his head before flipping the lever, allowing Nataliya to enter Providence. the 'lot of you are probably curious as to how I survived, if you are looking for a logical scientific answer, that I cannot give you. Or perhaps I could, but I am not a professional in that field so the only possible thing I could offer is theories. "Next!" An ISA Soldier called out, a line of people would be seen outside of the church, The Coronation of the new Emperor. "Next Please!" the ISA Soldier called out once again, causing the line to inch forward every-so-often. A Child could be seen bouncing up and down beside her mother before accidentally stepping backwards onto a woman's shoe. The girl spun. "I'm sorry Miss!" Nataliya then offered the young child a warm smile. "It's alright dear, it happens to the best of us da?" The Child's mother turned about. "I'm so sorry, she's a bit-" She then paused, squinting her eyes at the Haeseni woman before stating. "You look familiar. . ." Perhaps It was Godan's protection over me, sending Angle's to watch over. Godan does protect the innocent and punish the wicked after all. Or perhaps it could've been the Barbanov's before, watching above with anger that their own Kin turning against each other, condemning one of them to death for crimes they did not commit. "Next!" The Soldier called out. Nataliya stepped forth with outstretched arms to her side, allowing to be patted down for weaponry. "Nat?" A familiar voice called, one of Anna Henrietta's "How did- you survived?" the woman appeared to be dumbfounded by this discovery. "Da! And I will share how I survived when this is over." she chuckled softly before entering the church Or perhaps I was saved by the Knight's Terrible aim whom assaulted me moments before, and his lack of knowledge how to properly check for vitals. who knows? Nataliya entered the church, sauntering past groups of people whom turned with looks of shock and surprise as she passed by. whispers would be exchanged by the men and women as the Haeseni Princess found a spot next to her dear friend Margaux, conversing with the youthful woman whom had just lost her mother. whilst Sir Candle sat in the pew behind, making sure nobody attempted to attack sweet Margaux or Nataliya. A young boy with an oversized beret would sit in the pew in front, fooling around before turning to gaze at the architecture. After a moment, the young boy would recognize a familiar face. his visage paled upon the sight of his aunt, thinking as if he saw a ghost. He then Hastily turned back forward confused. Though what I do know, is that my Kingdom is not what it used to be. It saddens me to see my own country men whom I used to put my life on the line for turn their backs on me. I've fought along side men who gave up their lives to protect my Kingdom and myself. and I will never forget those faces. each face who had stood in the way when a blade or any weaponry that was swung my way, even when I was disowned. they were still willing to protect me. My Uncle Ser Demetrius, Ser Ivan, Rozalina Baruch, Arminus Wick, my husband and many others. Good men and women of Haense who were willing to still protect me even though my titles were stripped from me. These people had honor and respect. And I had earned theirs. A small child would be seen walking the rainy streets of providence, his head hung low, the beret dangling from his head before pausing mid-tracks. the child then spotted a petite woman, holding a black umbrella over her head as she gaze at the young barbanov with her sharp sapphire eyes. but where is that honor and respect now? Never in my life have I seen such cowards in my Kingdom. Knight's who went through tedious trials, to earn their names and moniker's, cower like dogs with their tales in-between their legs when my so called nephew, the King ordered my execution without trial? Or that their own King spoke the words of Iblees, clearly possessed by a demonic creature, but no one batted an eye? being apart of the royal army was an honor! yet you treat it like some medal that makes you better than the rest of the people of your kingdom whom you took an oath to protect. Respect and Honor is not something that gets bestowed upon, you earn it. Any man who must state 'I am the King' is no true King. And yet, that is all I heard from my brother and nephew's mouths. A good King is humble, Kind but also just and stern. And the past rulers lacked many of those qualities whether you want to hear it or not. You claim you do your work for The King's and Queen's before us but they would spit in your direction and call you the traitor for what you have created! Otto paused, gazing at his aunt with shock and disbelief before shaking his head left to right, neglectful to accept the fact “Vy are niet real, vy are just like my mamej who does niet come back! Papej says vy are just my thinker playing tricks on me.” The greatly oversized beret swayed with every head movement, almost dropping off his head. Nataliya Reza's smile soon dropped into a frown at her nephew's statement. The Princess pondered at the thought before extending her hand out towards her nephew. “You’re going to find child that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view. the truth is often what ve make of it; you heard what you wanted to hear, believed what you wanted to believe.” She answered softly as her sapphire gaze still sat upon Otto.“ I am real as the trees planted here, the air you breathe.” Her hand still hung extended towards his, awaiting for him to touch it to prove she is alive. Otto August reluctantly shot a glare up to meet the woman's eyes for a brief second. Though after a few more moments passed he would raise his hand towards hers, a small flinch being felt as they made true contact and a gasp coming from the boy “Nie.. How did vy?” Though vague she could likely understand what he was referencing to. You feed your people lies. Ever since my father's death you greedy spawns of Iblees dug your claws so deep into the lines of Barbanov's, playing them like puppets. Choosing Queen's who have the spines of damp rags because you know they're easy to manipulate. Casting me out because I was not a pawn to your game of chess! genociding innocent lives because they speak the truth that you do not want to be spread! As the two Barbanov's conversed a young man strolled up standing next to the woman. Her son Casimir Rupert. The Wick's stark green eyes narrowed at the young boy. "He is nie' family." Nataliya huffed at his words. "Casimir be loving, he is nie' Heinrik. Otto is kind." Casimir stood idle, continuing to shoot daggers at Otto before answering. "Da? that is what you said to me when I met Heinrik. And now look." his tone grown more irritable. "my mamej seems to forget that the men of Haense and the King, her nephew, wasted no time at all to attempt to burn the flesh right off her bones. . . I wonder how many will burn at this one hands" The young Wick then stormed off without saying another word. It was clear that he had a hatred for the Barbanov's and rightfully so, and could not understand why his mother still held some kindness to a few. And now. . . you spread the lies of me being a witch! Where did these lies spread from? Last I remember, my family and I resided in Freeport. And before that, it was Providence where I was respected better than my own Kingdom. Did you want to get rid of me because is see through your lies and know your darkest secrets? Or Perhaps something else? It is beyond my comprehension as to why I am constantly sought out and to be messed with when I have never done anything traitorous against my kingdom and have done nothing to harm it, except speak my mind. But that's where the Irony lies. I am doing harm. I'm damaging the walls of your fabrication of falsehood. Some of you been told that I am against Haense, but that is false. I am for my Kingdom, I am for Haense. I am against the people who are sending and digging their corrupted roots into the soil of it. And I will not stand by, saying nothing and watch it burn to the ground. While all the innocents suffer from your corruptness and pride. Nataliya parted ways with her young nephew, hoping that this one would not turn his back on her. The Princess made her way out of Providence, to the docks where a ship rocked side to side in the bay. Stepping onto it before offering the sailor mina as she sat down on a bench, a cloak wrapped around her to keep herself warm. "Where to?" the sailor inquired curiously. "To Freeport, please." she responded gently. The Sailor let out a hearty laugh. "You're a mad woman if you live there!" The Princess lifted her gaze to him once again. "perhaps I am." Say what you will about me. Call me a traitor a witch a Disgrace a Monster whatever word comes first into your head when you think of me. I've been called those my entire life, but I do not care. If had to revisit the pain and sorrow I went through to arrive where I am now, I'd do it all over again. I have a loving husband, Petyr, whom I have known since we were children, who tends to my every need and has never left my side. a wonderful young boy, Casimir whom I was lucky enough to watch grow up into a young man and be something I am proud of. I have my beloved Aunt Alexandria and Uncle Konstantin. who cared for me as their own daughter. My little brother and sister Aleksandr and Juliya, whom I've practically raised since birth and proud to call my siblings, and thankful that they have not had to endear the hardship I went through. my Great Uncle Rupert and my Uncle Nikolas who've treat and see me as their own daughter. I have the Wick's who have also known me since childhood, standing in as my protectors. my Aunt Irene, Godan Rest her soul. who was there for me as well, tutoring me and being there for me and accepting my choices when others weren't. and the friends I have made along the way of my journey, though I still have much more to go. I regret nothing. I do hope this letter makes your blood boil. You will understand and feel what the King's of Old are feeling right now. what has become of once a great Kingdom. I do not care if they entire Kingdom despises me after this letter! I'd rather die a hated woman, knowing I spoke the truth and stood my ground than die a loved puppet, and a pathetic liar. "We're here." the sailor stated before tying the rope to one of the posts at the dock before helping the woman out of the boat. "Spasibo." she dipped her head in thanks before offering him a tip. "Of course, try not to get killed." Nataliya turned back and smiled. "I'll try not to, I've already made that same mistake before." She then made her way up the steps into the tavern where her Husband and Ser Candle waited for her. You can spread your piteous lies you can change your documents, strip away my titles. you can do anything possible that helps you sleep better at night! But that cannot change blood. You cannot change the truth of who I am! I am a crow and this is my Crow's Calling. I am Princess Royal, Nataliya Reza Barbanov-Wick. First born of King Sigismund II and Queen Viktoria Ruthern. And I am not done yet. ooc comments: please keep it in RP and keep it respectful. I don't like bringing OOC into RP or vice versa. I've put some thought lately and I think after Nataliya has moved on, I will be pulling myself away more and more from LOTC. (she's not dying soon FYI) I know it has only been two years of me playing this server, but I've slowly grown a distaste for it, I am a busy person and my life will only get more busy as I go along. I will obviously will still be around but I do not know for how much longer. I've always had a fondness for Medieval, Fantasy and History themes. whether it be movies, shows novels, games and etc. and was very happy I finally found a RP server that fit my liking. but it's like a child beginning to grow out of their toys, and really not wanting to play with them anymore because they're starting to mature. on that note, I haven't grown out of LOTC yet, but there is an end in sight down the road. I hope y'all have a wonderful day <3 Edited April 14, 2021 by doreebear Grammatical errors I worked on this late into the night 33 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
UnBaed 8956 Share Posted April 14, 2021 "Are you sure that your arm is feeling better, your highess?" Celiasul questioned Nataliya for the fiftieth time within Pelican Pete's Pub, readily holding her measuring tape. Whenever the wayward princess wasn't paying attention, she would try to sneak measurements of her arms. "For a fair price, I could fit you up with one of my nice prosthetics, you know!" 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nathan_Barnett36 1546 Share Posted April 14, 2021 Bult Wick makes it to the border of the Kingdom of Haense after another successful pillaging of the lone keeps and houses out in the wilderness. Making his way over to the coronation of the late emperor with due haste. He'd gaze over to the entrance of the cathedral as Nataliya made her way in "Nataliya, sit at the fron-" cut off rudely by a man dressed as a biscuit being dragged out of the cathedral. He quickly spun around and sat back down. "To Freeport!" he shouts in the field among the decapitated, rotting corpses of his horses. He'd be shouting at nothing but thin air. Packing his bags and making his way slowly to Freeport 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
grnappa 1230 Share Posted April 14, 2021 (edited) Karl Demetrius Barbanov read the note quietly to himself in his room as he read her full name with wide eyes. A single tear fell upon the floor as he shook his head in disbelief. After the moment of shock passed he quickly grabbed his ranger gear. Looking in the mirror, he adjusted his green woodsman outfit as he let out a sigh "I will find her. I must know what happened to the rest of my family." The young boy set out from Southbridge, a single thought in his mind.Find Nataliya. Edited April 14, 2021 by grnappa 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GhostSHTR 1007 Share Posted April 15, 2021 Archimandrite Vladrick would watch the the Princess Royal exit the city of providence. His only thought were of hope and rage" I shall keep vy in my prayers, my GODAN bless vy, vyr Royal Highness" he'd begins his trek back to Haense writing in a notebook 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
seannie 6860 Share Posted April 15, 2021 Sigismund default dances wherever he might have been taken to after killing himself. Perhaps a sign of approval - only the biggest of brains would be able to decipher this cryptid message. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
garentoft 8353 Share Posted April 15, 2021 4 hours ago, seannie said: Sigismund default dances wherever he might have been taken to after killing himself. Perhaps a sign of approval - only the biggest of brains would be able to decipher this cryptid message. "Papej, please stop. You've been doing that for hours." says Franz to that ghastly spectre of a father. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bumblefina 2244 Share Posted April 15, 2021 Somewhere in a dark cave, a ragged looking Wick held a dagger in hand, it's tip dulled and broken. Upon the wall, words repeated, over and over. The figure carved continuously, dark circles around their eyes, pupils wide. The words on the walls read:"We ain't done yet." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MissToni 3487 Share Posted April 15, 2021 Katerina Ceciliya felt relieved upon hearing the news of her aunt being alive. She had prayed to Godan so many times for having been a coward and allowed her to die, or so she thought at least. Happiness filled the woman's heart as she began to write a letter to her dear aunt Nataliya. Calling for her magic toy dragon Aleksandr as she had finished it. Giving it to him as she whispered her aunt's name. The living doll walking off to find the bearer of such letter. "I can finally speak with vy again, auntie Nat..." she uttered out from her balcony as she sat, healing from her injuries after the assassination attempt on her life earlier that day. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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