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AN OPEN LETTER TO D'AZOR


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Amelia sat within the walls of her kid kingdom- the bright colors not seeming so bright.

 

"No. It cannot be. Not the kings and queens of yore!"  Declared the Princess, Queen and Chosen one to her three council members- Henrietta, Eugenie and Francesca after reading the missive out loud. Though Fran was surely zoned out eating the stash of candy the children hid.

 

Recalling the children who she admired and once played in these crevices she felt a sick feeling. Diana. Joseph. Did they have part in this? No. The prior kid king and queens couldn't have possibly. Alas though, as she stared at the letter she sulked in her seat. A pain in her chest for her friend Louis arose. Confliction in a eight year old girl was never a good thing. Though she had a court to hold, it was not the time to mope.

 

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Henrietta sat beside her friends, anxiously casting her gaze over toward her younger sister. She was thankful she couldn’t read yet.

 

”Do you really think it’s true..? How could somebody’s own family do that to them?”

 

She paused, before declaring.

”If they did have a hand in it, well.. we should erase them from our kingdoms history!”

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Francesca Helvets can’t read so it is true that she would be eating the Kid-Kingdom of Rosehelm’s candy. She didn’t quite understand what all the fuss was about nor did she care. Someday, when someone told her, she would surely make a decree about these incidents. 

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A young mail boy moved through a large estate in search of the Miss Natalie Beaumont. After searching every room the boy finally found her on the balcony, handing her the letter while taking many labored breaths. The young lady quickly dropped a few marks into the boy’s hand before waving him off. Natalie let out a loud huff as she opened what she assumed to be another gossip column or wedding announcement, the boring aftermath of a successful social season. Instead she a greeted by a much more intriguing letter, her attention falling solely to the parchment before her.

 

“You must Sacrifice something to marry her.” She’d mumble to herself, the words which she’d previously thought to be a test of love now sent her heart into her throat. Surely the man Chosen to be Arch-Chancellor wouldn’t be a murderer.” She’d tell herself, doing everything to convince herself the man was good. As she mumbled to herself on the balcony the dream of a beautiful wedding she wished to have during the first social season came flooding into her mind. It was almost identical to what she imagined during her relationship with Lord Leon, yet instead of ending with the bride and groom merrily walking out of the chapel there was an image of a bride laying on the ground, her dress stained red with her own blood as the guests simply move past her as they exit as if nothing was wrong.

 

 

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Eugénie Cécile approached her Queen's flank, a soft hand hovering over her shoulder, likely skimming over the letter she held.

 

Her lower lip shook as her eyes grew wide, then weary ... She managed to stammer between whimpers, "Such cowardice," and quickly retracted her feeble mitts from Amelia.

 

".. I- I.. I propose that we erase them, regardless of it being true, or not." The young Savoyard suggested, obviously unsettled by the incident. Despite not ever being close to Adeline nor Anton, she considered them friends as she had previously painted their portraits.

 

Génie's heart sunk some that day, as she now discovered how cruel the world might be.

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"Hm.." hums Mary, her brows furrowing at the parchment. "Those d'Azors, perhaps more crooked than we thought, huh Coraline?" she trails off, her gaze shifting to her left- in the woman's eyes her younger sister sits by her, forever the child Mary remembers. 

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4 hours ago, Radzig said:

Somewhere on the other side of Oren sat a young Raev, pale fingers clasped, and such held at his chin. "Vile." He'd sound, such an utterance coming from his lower jowls with a layer of rasp. "Those who reek of guilt shall face reckoning."


 

Spoiler

Hephaestus smiles the Sun’s smile at his digital son’s proverbial patriotism.

 

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Elisabeth held the fragile paper between her hands a copy of a copy.her eyes glancing over it once then glancing over it a second time. She who convinced and begged Anton to look for love had finally found it. And it had broke every inch of him. What she once though was ruined in his own flesh was but a mere hollow of what it now. She quickly write a letter back instead of using ever infamous bird shed use something else something different. writing frantically to the man she wouldn’t let die. If one thing she made clear to D’azors she was not a force to be reckoned with.  They had already led to one death in her ever dwindling family she was not going to lose Anton too. 

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In the depths of the palace, a woman sat slouched at her desk, her hands resting shakily on the wood. "A crying woman. A damned child. A doomed love. Stories found across the reaches of the land, yet seldom told. We are better than this. We must not be shackled by chains of our own making." She slipped deeper into her seat, her left hand extending to scribble away at random musings across a page. "What drives one to believe their only option is to destroy what they love?"

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"Zwyzi bastards harm supaes own mametvas, monn godan punaf usaeretem tiz misfortune." A Ruthern would spurt out loudly within her room, punching a wall with all of her might. After the Ruthern had screamed out in rage and punched the wall (not leaving a mark and her hand not seeming to take any affect), she'd take a deep breath in attempt to cool herself down- it would fail.

 

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Translation : These bastards harm their own daughter, may Godan punish them with misfortune.

 

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Maria is unsure at first how to respond to this open letter, but her final thought was how sad and cruel the world was to let a young soul go so soon.

 

Maria donned her mourning clothes, already made rather necessary by the loss of her cousin Anastasia, and shed a tear for the lost young Adeline who she would forever lament not being there for.

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Ricky sits contemplating everything he had learned, on a trip far away he would read from the O'rourkes vacation home in Aledin accompanying his mother. taping his foot and smoking a cigar in quiet contemplation at his next moves for when he returns "Familia e toto" he would echo in the wise words of his uncle gino thinking on them for quite some time before returning

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An undying, crooked man, begun to clap. Slowly. 

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April Viradiraar reads over the missive , furrowing her brows. She'd hand it over to her cousin, [@chezel_] shaking her head. "Valah sure do have a weird sense of family, don't you think?" She'd muse.

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1 hour ago, latte said:

April Viradiraar reads over the missive , furrowing her brows. She'd hand it over to her cousin, [@chezel_] shaking her head. "Valah sure do have a weird sense of family, don't you think?" She'd muse.

"Ti...." The cousin in question, Seraphite Viradiraar, mutters, trailing off. "Though, I do ne think we can say much, lari'maronn. We must leave Valah to their ways as they have mostly left us to ours."

 

With that, Seraphite hands the missive back to April, leaning close to place a soft kiss against her cousin's forehead, the fire behind them crackling peacefully.

 

 

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