A BLACK SWAN'S MIGRATION

[clonky 1976]

 

A BLACK SWAN’S MIGRATION

 

Stefaniya vas Ruthern tending to her florals in the Palazzo Aggrade

 

“Yam here most of the time now since mea papej’s passing.” The words were uttered unto Prince Lucien, when Stefaniya was found roaming the streets of her to-be home. 

 

Stefaniya dreaded the day, and pondered it awfully for when she were to move to the Principality of Savoy. As the next Princess, a leader, a ruler, she knew she had to come to love her new homeland and all within it. One thing that kept her affection away was the dry desert lands of San Luciano, where rain was far and snow was even further. 

 

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“Does it ever snow in Savoy?” Inquired the young Ruthern to the Princess of Savoy, who ultimately eased her qualms with the lack of snow, with a simple. “Sometimes.”

 

Stefaniya then found herself proceeding upon horseback to Savoy, feeling displaced as her father had died, and her mother was absent. All who was left was Duchess Marie, who vowed to take care of her. Although blood was not in their favor, it was marriage that inclined their relationship, and Stefaniya found solstice in the Duchess. 

 

Though, she could not help but to believe that Marie became busier with her own children, and Stefaniya became displaced. The weary horse rides from Haense to Savoy became less, with her migration unto San Luciano, and extended stays. 

 

Home was not where her snow was, or the looming keep on the most solemn of days, but within her father. Stefaniya’s gaze extended out upon the window from her room, where the breeze of the ocean carried to her quarters, and she felt that somehow, her father was with her. 

 

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A MISSIVE IS EXPRESSED TO THE DENIZENS OF SAN LUCIANO

 

It pleases me to announce my permanent stay within San Luciano and the realm of Savoy alike. From my home in the Duchy of Vidaus to the Palazzo Aggrade, I shall remain to spend my time being tutored, learning medicine as per my father’s desires, and to focus on the people of Savoy. 

 

Eventually, I shall be the Princess of Savoy, and I find it necessary to conform to the culture and the ways of a Savoyard at a younger age, so that I may pass these principles onto my children and the future of Savoy itself. 

 

Lady Stefaniya vas Ruthern

[PerfectlyPeachy 1383]

Angelika Irena glumly bid her younger sister farewell, hiding her tears as Stefaniya rode from Haense.

[valecu 2128]

The informal Princess Royal of Savoy scanned the missive, murmuring under her mouth as she leisurely arranged her journey to Oren.