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A BEAR'S SLUMBER [PK]


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It was a rare thing, for Adalia to think of anyone but herself. For years, the crazed woman found herself obsessing over the most miniscule details - herself serving as a black hole, pulling any importance inwards. It had otherwise been a normal day, she woke to Harren, ate - in private, lest a visitor arrive and discover she too fell privy to primal needs, then made her way to Karosgrad. After barking, as one does, at an otherwise unfortunate courtier to sort through her papers, the Grand Lady was delivered the missive - a statement from Valwyck.

 

It was not a normal day.

 

It had been some time since Ruslan’s name had moved through the woman’s head. She was aware of his quickly worsening disposition, but she could not bring herself to care. Why should she, afterall - it did not affect her. She did not mourn him, she could not - she did not even like the man. 

 

He always looked at her.. strange, his comments never about her, but instead about who he wished she was. But still, the de Astrea cried. Not a theatrical cry, as those closest to her were so accustomed to, but a genuine one. Ruslan was her last connection, her last feeble grip on what had been lost. Amicia, Rosalind, and Analiesa had been gone for years. It was true, Adalia reminded Ruslan of her sister long gone, but the mirror worked two ways.

 

And so, the woman wept. 

 


 

Anastasya found herself wrapped in silence as the news was delivered to the Royal family. She did not cry, not about this. All she knew Ruslan for was his coldness, his inability to show his son the affection that he so desired. But still, after cladding herself in black, the princess moved off to find him.

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35 minutes ago, Mio said:

r ( i promise )

 

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59 minutes ago, indiana105 said:

Ser Viktor "THE BEAST" Baruch wiped a single tear from his cheek, though a smile came to his face as he realized Marj was available. 

 

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Joseph d'Azor red the missive that flew in from Valwyck with a frown. The Duke certainly had a wit about him, an air that not many could match from the Imperials interactions with him. Joseph cracked a small smile shaking his head as he remembered a thought. "Maybe its his turn to laugh again...." 

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