Braun's Farewell

[TheNunnery 1853]

 

Braun's Farewell

 

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Within the halls of the Augustine, servants would be rushing around to give off scrolls tied green ribbons- all the way to the simple lower nobility of Oren to the Emperor himself.

 

Spoiler

 

 

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To the courtiers of the Augustine,

 

 I do not have long till I depart from illness which god has so cruelly given me. I only wish I could have done more in life, maybe my successor shall overpass my failure of a Seneschal to you all. Sometimes I think what if I had stayed in the streets, denied the de Joannes before they had rebelled. I question what if I had not helped his lordship, Emil-Dardot Ashford de Falastaff, escape from Oren before he was promptly returned. Oh I remembered the day I helped that foolish count escape Orenian hands. We met near the church and had given him a costume to wear, I made him act like an old man whom was a long lost relative. As much as I feared I would be caught, I was not and we ran away in the wind.

 

One woman who made me afraid was her ladyship, Emerentia de Falastaff nee Kovachev. Oh she seemed to see through the disguise, but at the same time she seemed to be mourning the death of her husband. But besides my confession of betraying my nation, I do love it very much even if I had done one horrid betrayal. But I wish to not think what would have had happened if I was caught but think of the good times in life before I perish like the ones before me. The days of old were nice, I was sixteen and a maid to the de Joannes household, how kind Alexander, Owyn, Caius, and all of them were. They treated me like one of their own it felt like. But maybe this thought is me simply going mad as I weaken.

 

Then, the memory of me joining, her excellency is a serene woman. Truly one of my greatest friends in some times. We did not talk as much but I still felt like she is a wise as a king and kind as a saint. I remembered serving the Emperor, Joseph II, some food with others, oh how I prided being a servant. But then right when I got that Seneschal position! my legs were burnt to a crisp!  I do guess it was the start of the end, but at the same time a start for myself to keep the court somewhat stable along with her excellency and now the new future countess consort of Valles. But now-

 

I must say farewell Augustine, as much as it pains me. Death comes for all and we cannot fear what is always with us.

 

Sincerely, Madame Ingrid von Braun, Lady Seneschal of the Augustine.

 

May god bless you all.

 

 

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After the Seneschal had written her farewell and order them to be sent around the Palace, she would cough a bit before letting out a smile and peacefully fell asleep within her bed. Only one thought was left in her mind. How she cannot wait to finally meet her mother and father and her other relatives. Finally, some love. As sad she might be to leave her loved ones as she was dying on her bed with her green eyes hidden and a smile on her face, she was also so very proud of what she had done and who she met and what she did in her life. To the bad to the good, the Madame knew that it was time to go and that what she did. She had finally passed.

 

 

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Transierunt eam!

 

 

INGRID VON BRAUN

 

Spoiler

 

The PK is out! Thanks to Belle, Dogged, Yoppl, and so many others for such a good run! Till the next PK post!

 

Also- for the ones confused cause my horrible writing, Madame von Braun helped a "tratoir" escape. I was honestly so scared to put this section in cause of ooc backlash but who cares. It is mineman lmao.

 

 

[FlareGunCalamity 213]

  At first, Rosary believed herself to take the news well. Ingrid and she hadn't been especially close at the time of her passing, she rationalized. She had moved on to bigger things. And Rosary was proud of her for that. 

And that was how Rosary got herself through the day, as silent as she ever was. And well after the sun had set over the Augustine, Rosary carried the last of the dirty bed-linens back up the narrow staircase to her quarters, as silent as she ever was. And as she thumbed through her keyring, the rest of the maids already fast asleep in their own rooms, she was as silent as she ever was for their courtesy.

Paying no mind to the scrubbed out name beneath her own on the sign beside her door, she entered her bed chambers, ready to sleep off another long day.

Something clicked into place in the tired old machine of her mind that night, seeing Ingrid's old nightstand in the corner of her room. It looked so lonely without a bed beside it. 

  There was a thin film of dust covering the top. She never cleaned it- why would she?

  It wasn't hers.

  And the person it belonged to was gone. From this room. From her life.

  From this life. Forever.

 

And Rosary cried.