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The Raven-Haired Boy

 

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A painting of little Zoran, 400 E.S.

 

    Zoran Kutznetsov was born on the 23rd of Wzuvar ag Byvca 400 E.S. to his parents, Sanja and Alexander Kutznetsov. 

 

    It had been an eventful day for his poor mother, as she had been utterly choked in the streets and had her life threatened by some pesky bandits. Even laying in the hospital bed with her son, she was getting tended to for the harsh bruises.

 

    Born with all ten fingers, and all ten toes, two feet and two hands, two eyes and one nose, Zoran was found to be quite a healthy baby boy. He was most noticeably found to have a strong set of lungs, his cries ringing throughout the hospital building, seemingly using all of his might to make such sounds. 

 

    Despite the hardships of the day, everything seemed to be perfect. A healthy boy and happy new family, that’s all that should matter, right? 

 

    There was only one issue with this “perfect” scene. 

 

    The boy was growing sprouts of raven hair atop his small head. 

 

    Blonde and Brown make black, right?

 

    Right?

 

    No. It didn’t. Despite Sanja’s attempts to blame the generic “mishap” on how her father had the hair color, the boy looked nothing like Alexander. A Haeseni, yes,but not like her husband.

 

    Of course, upon hearing such news, word spreads, and that was all Sanja was afraid of for her newborn child. Theories of who could even possibly be the father circulated around swiftly. Too fast for Sanja to stop.

 

    “The child is Lord Rhys’, vy know their history,” says some.

 

    “Nie, Nie. It must be Lord Joren’s, Ea saw them together a few times before.” says others. 

 

    “She did have a budding friendship with Prinzen Marus,” a few add. 

 

    “What if the ***** seduced the koeng!” Extremists declare.

 

    Which was right?  

 

    Sanja kept to herself as these questions arose, refusing to answer a single one of them. She would not admit who it was, that information would have to be discovered without her aid. 

 

    Her child, Zoran Kutznetsov, was quite obviously, a bastard.


 

[OOC]

Just this was a cool fun fact, but the painting was made by Halyna Kutznetsova, which is actually very, very funny. Laugh. Rn. Laugh. Do it.

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The Grand Lady frowns from within her office, having just received a report on the recent rumors buzzing about. Eleanora scoffed at the third rumor, shaking her head. "Such bold words within Her Majesty's court. The Koenas will niet be pleased, and nor am Ea. Ea always knew the girl was trouble, may her new husband escape from her wretchedness forthwith!" The woman signed the Lorraine over herself as she thought back to simpler times. 

 

KIara Elizaveta frowns heavily as she listens to the gossip from her spot in the upper levels of the royal library. Bastard, they whispered. Immoral. The young prinzenas had no use for such words, and therefore, did not know them. But, upon mention of her dearest friend's fiancé, Klara dove into her encyclopedias that her various tutors had provided, a nasty snarl dawning her face as she found the definitions. "If it am his, Ea am kick Rice again! And Ea nie say szam!" The girl fumed before frowning and attempting to sign the Lorraine a few times for the child. For, in her world, a tiny baby was still innocent of all evil, just like her dearest brothers.

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Marie Ludovar had heard many of the rumours within the courts, and of course, the girl wished to believe her betrothed was faithful to her, contrary to popular belief. "It is niet Rhys’ child. It should niet be - it canniet be," she whispered, those rather seldom tears shedding for the first time in quite awhile as they dripped onto the clenched fists that resided in her lap.

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