The Final Rose Petals

[ErikAzog 3575]

THE FINAL ROSE PETALS

 

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A LETTER TO THE PUBLIC,

 

It is with greatly saddened hearts that the Renzfeld house announces the death of the Countess of Renzfeld, Princess Amadea Ulyssa.

 

A few saint’s days ago, the burdening illness that overtook the adored Countess- finally overtook her life. It was her wish to see the Empire grow and though she may never see her light as Empress, she surely watches from the seven skies over her four living children and her husband which she loved dearly.

 

The Countess of Renzfeld loved nothing more than her family. She often doted on how happy she was to marry the Count and how her children were her pride and joy. Not only that but she loved the men and women who frequented her court, taking a liking to her superintendent the Duchess Cathalon and the Mister of Ceremonies, the Baron Carrington. 
 

She was the life of the party and the joy of the court. A friend to all whom met her.

 

Please send your respects to the Renzfeld household, for not only have they lost a mother, and a wife but they have lost the bright light that surrounded their family.
 

 

 

    ISSUED BY
HIH, Philip Aurelian, Count of Renzfeld

HIH, Philip Amadeus of Renzfeld

HIH, John Casimir of Renzfeld

HIH, George Maximilian of Renzfeld

HIH, Amelia Margaret of Renzfeld

 

IN MEMORY OF

HIH, Princess Amadea Ulyssa

Countess of Renzfeld

[libertyybelle 6187]

Amelia sat within the rose gardens her mother had planted. She stared for a long time at the bright red hues that encompassed each petal. Tears fell down the young Princess’s cheeks as a single sob echoed from her chest.

 

”I promise I will take care of poppa and the boys and I promise-“ she stopped, choking up as her palms swiped at her cheeks desperately. “I promise I will make you proud, momma. I promise.” 
 

With that, the young Renzfeld retreated back into her room where she fell asleep cradling a small portrait she kept of the Countess. 

[Taketheshot 3834]

Joseph d'Azor lets out a sigh as he read the missive within his home setting it upon the table. The clock behind him ticking seemed to fill the silence of the room as the man clasped his hands afront him speaking to himself out loud. "I remember fondly the debut ball, Her Imperial Highness offered me a dance so I would not dance alone when the line skipped me, the conversations had with her albeit short... were ones of great memory." The man looked to the rising sun in the distance as he took another breath. "I cannot imagine the pain of Prince Philip..." 

[Nectorist 12870]

Philip Amadeus, having returned home from his first true bout of combat, takes little time to relish in his small victory or waste the hours away with his friends. Instead, he walks silently to an empty room where he prays, both for his mother's soul and his own future. He begs of the Lord that he will never again have to lose someone he loves in such a way.

[PrincessSnowie 539]

Vespira sat in the Gardens of Sunholdt after hearing the news of her old friends death. She let loose a small, warm smile as she remembered first meeting in the streets of Helena when they were children. "I'm going to be a Countess when I grow up!" Vespira recalled Amadea saying with pride, her head held high.

 

"No one could ever take her place..." The Selm replied with sadness, as one of the few people she actually liked had been called to the Seven Skies once again...

[zuziee 4004]

Boney fingers flicked passed a few invitations, landing upon this public notice. Maisie's thumb rested upon the seal - her gentle Cerulean eyes scanning the words.

 

"And now it all falls upon the Ruthern" the woman hummed. Her gaze shifting to the harps in her room and then the books that filled her shelves. A shiver running down her spine.

[FredrickTeufel 356]

George Maximilian, would sit within the halls of the Augustine. His head was dipped as he rested in thought. Trying to make sense of something, anything. A small sneeze escaped the Prince, his mind could not rest, it paced in thought. He looked up now, the world around him was silent, bar the distant steps of servants making with haste down the halls. He went to rise to his feet, looking around. Where his face was once cheery and joyful, nothing could be seen now but confusion and grief. "She is with God now. . ." He murmers softly, trying to convince himself that her death was okay. It wasn't okay though, not to him, not to his family, not to Oren. Truly there would be no joy for the days to come, for joy is what Amadea brought, and joy could be brought no longer. Or so he thought. . .

Echoes could be heard down the hall now, elegent shoes walking the wood of the palace floor. George would glance upward as he heard the footstep. His grief would lessen slightly now as he saw the figure approach.

"You know, it is hard loosing someone you love and hold dear, but atleast I'll have you to make sure I make it through alright."

 

@MapleSunflower

[Pompilidae 237]

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[Azie 657]

Philippa Antoinette reads the missive with a heavy heart, allowing for a moment of silence to overcome. She'd sign the Lorraine cross in memory of the Late Countess. "May she rest in the Seven Skies, for she was a blessing." 

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Charlotte Augusta could only shudder at the news, too accustomed to loss now to shed any heavy tears. She mostly thought of her cousin Philip's children, who had lost their mother so early in their young lives. The Dowager likewise pondered upon what seemed to be a curse, placed upon those few ladies who sought to be Empress of Oren. Her lips worried, mindful to say an additional prayer for the safety of the Ruthern maiden that was poised to claim the late-Countess' role.

[SapphirePool 1360]

Amelia Leslie seeks our George Maximillian Novellen once she reads the letter. "George, I am truly sorry" the aging nanny of the prince says, bringing him into a comforting embrace only a mother could do. "Do not despair, there are many here to support you in these difficult times, my prince."

@FredrickTeufel

[amyselia 2962]

Claude Élisabeth begins a promenade about the palace gardens, black lace oscillating over the pathetic red hues of her face, which had become bleached by the stupor of a great friend and guardian's death.

[Mannyy 982]

The Baron of Carrington hears of the news regarding the Countess, having certainly been in love with the Pompourelian Heiress since the day he met her, the day of her wedding when he was merely 7 years of age. As a young boy Wilhelm would always seem rather flushed upon noticing her nearby, and this fondness would certainly continue well into his teenage and adult years. 

 

When he would learn of her demise, the now-aging Baron would be distraught, in tears. He was never one for being able to conceal his emotions, the floor of his bedroom was certainly all too familiar with the weight of his sleepless, mourning body. “They never treated her as she deserved.” Wilhelm remarked towards himself, growing almost mad at the situation.

[kuerbis 3802]

The Duchess of Cathalon wept bitterly upon hearing of her dear friend's death.

 

Perhaps it was from the kindness of her heart, or perhaps Leopoldine was just trying  to cling onto something - or someone - that reminded her of Amadea, but the very night Amadea's daughter and lookalike, Amelia Margaret had told her of her mother's death, Leopoldine had decided to help the growing teenager prepare and deal with the struggles that would await her in the future.

@libbybelle

[ncarr 2806]

The Augustine Governess reads over the missive, her lips pressing thin as her eyes scan over the Renzfeld decree. "Somber news.." she murmurs, sniffling some as she reaches the bottom.