A WILTED CORNFLOWER

[sergisala 3451]

The Governess of the Augustine Palace, Dame Anna Henrietta, was a dear friend of Sir Charles Galbraith and, as such, he immediately rolled over his shoulders and broke into tears as soon as one of his agents informed him of the news.

 

After pacing around in his office for several hours and cleaning his tears, he would begin thinking in the darkness of his office on how he could have the man that he believed that caused the loss of his friend Anna Henrietta respond for his immoral actions: Father Basil.

 

"He shall pay for this." he would mutter in his office, breaking the silence that had remained for several hours since he heard of the news.

[amyselia 2962]

The fairest, Apollina-Calypsa, glowers at the announcement, having never had the chance to meet the scandalized matron of the Carrington Household, much to the dismay of her brazen appetite for making the acquaintance of all manner of strange characters. With a serene crest of the hand in gesture of the lorraine cross, she spoke, "For a day, all of Oren cast voracious eyes against their enduring Governess, a defilement few women would have the pith to recoil from. Now, for years, they will reflect on the transgressions of adultery and avarice that the Dame Anna Henrietta will be forever known for. Let us hope Providence seeks repentance in her stead. Let us hope a new day is upon us."

[MRCHENN 4741]

"Where the f*** is my letter?" The Viscount Pruvia-Provins flipped over his table, after egregiously having not received a missive from his sister.

 

Spoiler

It was a pleasure to play as your brother for the past couple months, Belle, and I wouldn't have traded it for anything else! I wish you all the best on your future journeys and know you'll continue doing great things.

 

[GhostSHTR 1205]

Vladrick Bishop Pocitanata Maika would sign the Hussariyan" She is dammed to the void, I pray for her soul" he'd simply state before congratulating the New Baron of Carrington

[Mio 3938]

1 minute ago, MrChenn said:

"Where the f*** is my letter?" The Viscount Pruvia-Provins flipped over his table, after egregiously having not received a missive from his sister.

Otto August mails Simon Pruvia a letter so he wouldn't feel left out, attached inside would be a smiley face pin.

 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Just now, MrChenn said:

"Where the f*** is my letter?" The Viscount Pruvia-Provins flipped over his table, after egregiously having not received a missive from his sister.

A late letter appeared to her brother. 

 

To Simon

Spoiler

Ever since we were little you have been a brash and brave young man. As I have seen you growing and grown. Though we fight and disagree on much. You will always have a special place in my heart as my little brother. When you were born, I doted on you helplessly. I am sorry I will no longer be able to protect you but you have learned to protect yourself.

 

Wish Joseph well. He was always my favorite.

 

[Pompilidae 237]

Reserved.

[DahStalker 3692]

Once the sickly de Falstaff had returned to her room she would silently stare at the ceiling with a sharp inhale, features churning in disdain upon hearing the departure of Anna Henrietta. Meanwhile she grew up with the woman within school, once a close friend of hers, she undoubtedly came to dread the woman at a point. A bizarre mess of emotions which brought upon her own misery at a point, the woman who planted a seed for spoiled youth and bringing the reputation of her beloved friend to shambles. Was it sorrow or hatred she felt? She knew not anymore. Only the wretched ache in her chest which caused her to quake and release a gush of strained air. Perhaps the world had grown more tolerable and forgiving, but it had also grown more dreadful and haste. 

[PrincessSnowie 539]

Vespira sighed, at hearing the news, her content smugness not faltering. She recalled fondly all the times she'd lead rumors, and made gossip among the courtiers about her darling cousin, married to her dear 'Charlie Auggie' Along with the many other women's reputations she'd go on to tarnish. For a solemn moment, albeit short, she felt remorse for having helped cause such chaos. Knowing it could easily be her reputation ruined by one of her many scandals. "Oh Well~" The Selm Replied aloud to herself, swirling her wine in thought.

 

[gamegage 152]

Lieutenant Heath Linnord frowns.

[Harald 2875]

Johan would be alone in his office as he read over the letter that Anne had published to the public, the aging man shaking his head a bit as he'd whisper to himself  "As both Manfried and Godric would have stated.. Godan is the most merciful if we seek forgives for our crimes Anne.." He'd look out his window towards the cathedral as he spoke, a sigh leaving his mouth as he looked out "And to think is is only a few years since I held the wedding of your dear Mary.. what are they to do now that you have left? what will the public think of your dear children.. No child should be punished for the crimes of their parent.. none.." he'd leave his office not long after, the man walking towards the crypt of the Vuiller family to pray to the stone body of his father Saint Harald for guidance 

[valecu 2128]

Philip Michael was simply sitting on his bed as a tear slowly dripped from his eye towards his cheek. "I knew that you and mother didn't get along, but you might've been good person, auntie... bye now!"

[Ivoreyy 2303]

The Countess of Renzfeld had spent the past week blissfully away from the business of court. Upon her own luxury retreat, alongside her newborn daughter Amelia, the Princess found a moment of respite from the never ending cycle of the Imperial lifestyle. She lounged upon a carefully crafted wooden bench, soaking up the morning sunshine. "Your Imperial Highness" chimed a voice from behind, awaking the dozing Princess. She peered behind her to find a skinny, underfed palace servant. "Hm?"

 

"You... I- ah.. sorry, your Highness." the servant stammered, his shaking arm only barely managing to hand over a neatly stamped letter.

 

Amadea waved the boy off, her attention falling to the letter. As she read its contents, the sun above her seemed to fade - or at least, she could feel it no longer. The words swam upon the page. She could not make sense of it. 

 

Her dearest cousin, who was truly more of a sister to her was gone. Within her current and future status, the Countess of Renzfeld could purchase or persuade her way into nearly anything.

 

The only thing she could not, however, was family. And upon that day - she lost a vital part of hers.