LAMENTED ROSE PETALS

[libertyybelle 6187]

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LAMENTED ROSE PETALS

 

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[!] A lord giving his respect to HIH Princess Amelia Margaret upon hearing the news of her mother, painted by Claire Marie Elmpool c.1831

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The Countess of Renzfeld had always taken a liking to her eldest daughter- coddling her since the day she was born. The two had always been inseparable, and Amelia adored her mother in turn. Whatever beckoned the Princess, the Countess had delivered and she only promised the best for her youth.

 

The two were on their yearly spa retreat when Amelia took notice of her mother’s ailments. The dark circles under her eyes were no longer easily hidden by powder and make up, and no powder could hide the dim smile she wore. The Countess was an eccentric woman, a bright blaze in the Orenian court- and now she seemed worn and dim. 

 

“Come forth.” Mutter the fragile woman, hand motioning her daughter near. She laid now in a dimly lit room, her forehead damp from sweat. The little Princess took a cold rag, carefully dabbing away the perspiration. “My precious dear, you will carry forth in my absence. As a Princess should- as a Princess must.”

 

Amelia had known her mother was dying- for death was something she learned at a young age- but these words that she spoke broke the girl and she couldn’t help but weep. The Countess’s thumb caressed away the fallen tears, a smile never breaking from her weak lips. Her father’s palm took to rest on the shaking Princess’s back. She knew it was time to go home yet deep down she knew this was the last time she was to see her mother alive.

 

“I love you, momma.”

 

“And I you, my little rose.”

 

That night as the Princess returned to the Augustine, she snuck out to the rose garden her mother had cared for. Her cries stopped and instead was replaced by a dull and broken gaze. A shell of the happy girl that once was. Not even the red Renzfeld roses could keep her from her lamenting.

 

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OOC: Not a PK post from Ivory but I wanted to make something for Amelia's story.

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[NotJcbeno 203]

Daniel d'Arkent couldn't help but to feel worry for Amelia as he was travelling through the mines of Urguan with a kind dwed called Nara. Hand in hand as they worked for one of the many secret gifts to cheer up his best friend. Tears occasionally coming to his eyes as his thoughts we're clouded by the image of her grief.

[Mannyy 982]

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[Herod 1417]

From a chamber at Valwyck, a young Ayr teen looks out his window, the night sky shining bright onto his green eyes, his thoughts drifted to the Orenian Princess he knew, he remembered the the sharp words she uttered to him; how her mother would not come back, his thoughts drifted to lamentation at the death of a parent, how awful for godan to do this, how unfair it always is. Kaustantin was not sleeping well, clearly.