-= A ROCHEFORT'S DREAM =-

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

 

 

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A painting of Helena of Rochefort, devoutly practicing her first piece
with the tutelage of Mr Penton, circa 1825. 

 

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Written and composed by Helena Charlotte Helvets of Rochefort
6th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1825.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy4kn19LF8Q

 

[Original song from the fantastic, Greatest Showman

Credits to PianoWithAlex for the composing of the referenced video!]

 

 

I lay my head, and I can feel,
an ache of one’s heart, Imperial,
A home I call my own,
Through the eyes, through the mind,
a new meaning I can find,

Oren I do belong, 

 

They can say, they can say I am his daughter,
They can say, they can say, we are all the same,
I am more, I am more, than just his daughter,
I will leave my mark on this Empire,

 

With every gaze I am striven,

my father’s crimes not forgiven,
But father, I promise I’ll make amends,

I think of what our family would be,
a revered and respected legacy, 

A Rochefort’s dream is all it going to take,
Oh a Rochefort’s dream for the mark I’m going to make,

 

The house of mine I shalt rebuild,
where every room inside is filled,
Would my father be proud?
That to GOD, that to Crown,
That to my family renowned,

I will earn my name,

 

They can say, they can say I am his daughter,
They can say, they can say, we are all the same,
I am more, I am more, than just his daughter,
I will leave my mark on this Empire,

 

With every gaze I am striven,

my father’s crimes not forgiven,
But father, I promise I’ll make amends,

I think of what our family would be,
a revered and respected legacy, 

A Rochefort’s dream is all it going to take,
Oh a Rochefort’s dream for the mark I’m going to make.

 

However bad, however wrong, 

I promise to fix it all, 

The Rochefort valiancy, 

It may be hard, It may fall, 

But in this Empire I shall stand tall, 

To the dream I see,

To the dream I close my eyes to see, 

I close my eyes to see, 

 

With every gaze I am striven,

my father’s crimes not forgiven,
But father, I promise I’ll make amends,

I think of what our family would be,
a revered and respected legacy, 

A Rochefort’s dream is all it going to take,
Oh a Rochefort’s dream for the mark I’m going to make,

 

Oh a Rochefort’s dream for the mark I’m going to make.

 

 

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A momentous thanks to the following individuals,
for both their support, tutelage and praise during 

the duration of my learning and development:

His Imperial Majesty, John VIII Novellen [ @KosherZombie]
Mr Henry Penton [ @CharmingCavalier]

Mr Edwin Henry de Sarkozy [ @Guzr]

Mr Adrian Lothar de Sarkozy [ @MrChenn]

 

Signed,

[fetty bridgers 4492]

Clapped his hands together at his desk as he finishes reading the poem. "What a beautiful work of writing by the Lady Helena." he says as he finishes his cigar off. He'd then walk out onto the balcony of his estate as he admires the beauty of the world. "I better be off to that play." he says remembering his agenda for the day.

[Mannyy 982]

The Baron Carrington listened to the song within the music room, a neat smile gracing his visage.

[TheNunnery 1853]

 

"Look at this Grandpapej!" A teenager Ruthern brought up while holding up the paper to the Count of Kotiz, the both of them reading the paper for a while before the girl spoke once more "Helena! Oh my! I must find her! She is an artist! An artist grandpapej!" Natalya vas Ruthern would say while speaking with the Lord Speaker of the House of Lords in the Ruthern Estate, eating dinner with a small wineglass of wine, the two speaking of the diplomatic affairs and political affairs within Oren. 

 

@Imperium

 

[amyselia 2962]

Claude Élisabeth wipes at the tears in her eyes, clapping reverently for her cousin's blossoming!

[Guzr 2050]

Edwin Henry de Sarkozy beams with pride as Helena grows her talent and reputation, smiling. "One day, you will play for a whole orchestra. I will arrange it, Helena."

[Taketheshot 3834]

Joseph d'Azor nods "A brilliant display of talent to be sure."

[Proddy 2415]

reserved

[zuziee 4004]

Maisie d’Arkent, sick in her bed, smiled. She had heard the song being composed in the room she shared a wall with, and was more then proud of Helena. “Only if the girl had a choice…” she’d mutter between coughs. 

[MRCHENN 4741]

Adrian picks the missive from a nearby courier, viewing the composition itself with much intrigue. The youth sets it aside with a grin - knowing it to be merely the beginning of a fruitful endeavor.