Blood Stains the Ashford Throne

[Cepheid 4304]

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Blood Stains the Ashford Throne
5th of Owyn’s Flame, 1857

Published from the Palazzo Aggradé

 

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Do not metagame this section, as it was done in RP.

It was a quiet night, everyone had drifted off to sleep when a Savoyard Basrid made her way into the courtroom where something foul and wicked had occured. Blood caked into the throne as the smell of rot and flesh began to permeate. While she should have left it to the servants, it did not seem right to let them scrub at the blood of one she once considered a friend, family even. The one person she thought would never leave her side, had.  She made her way up to the throne with a bucket of lemon, vinegar, and water in an almost stoic manner, dazed.

 

“The Haenseti and Ferrymen drew their blades first…” She reminded herself quietly.

 

As time went on she continued to scrub and scrub and scrub away one singular spot of the crimson ichor on the throne until her hands turned raw from the acidic mixture and repeated motion. It was at that moment of only cleaning at the particular spot of blood of her dear friend and sovereign, that she wept, for her friend, her people, and GOD. Greed and hunger plagued the hallowed halls that she called home once more for the past decade. This was her duty that was given to her, at the last wishes of Olivier Renault, to uphold the will of Olivier Laurene, and to uphold the legacy of Olivier Guy. 

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It is on this day, we weep, for the loss of our kin, and for the loss of our future, for the loss of the hand that has guided all of us since the passing of the Merryweather. It is on this day, we weep for the breaking of contracts written in blood, we weep for the friends we have lost along the way. It is on this day we weep, for a mere child unprepared for the world has taken up the throne. A throne that we were stewarding until an heir was ready to do so, an heir we were hoping would be Prince Lucien, though he has been propped up illegitimately by those not of Savoyard blood and his reign will now be stained with the blood of his mother on his hands if his path continues like this. 

 

Hope is not lost for the Savoyard people, for hope is what remains at the heart of the people. The intention of the court was to shepherd that hope in, with a new light and to guide the people for a prince that cares; be that Prince Lucien, or Prince Olivier Guy. Sons who are both far too young to take the throne without guidance. Citing the laws written within the Lex Savoia, 

 

I. “It will be that an heir being under the age of fifteen cannot entirely execute the functions of a testament left by their ancestor; they shall be taken into the care of their Lord, and be exempt from their feudal duties until majority.” (Book II Chapter III: 19). 
II. “But if a man has many sons, all in equal standing to inherit, then he can give no greater amount to any one of his heirs; he may give, whilst he lives, that portion to which a son will inherit upon his death.” (Book II Chapter I: 11)

 

It was the will of Olivier Laurene that we tend to the throne in his absence and continuing to cultivate a home for his Sons that was worthy of ruling, and that is continuing to be our plan. To guide Lucien under a steady hand and for him to grow as his predecessors would have wanted, not under the boot of being crowned by the Haenseti, not under the boot of vagabonds and mercenaries, but to grow under the Eshevuard Sun until he is of age. 

 

Blood stains the Ashford throne, and it must be cleansed of that blood before it cements. The life of Princess Catherine shall not be lived in vain, for she was born a Barclay, yet had died as a Savoie. History can change, as will the path of Lucien to be the one that was proper of him, wanted by his ancestors. The Winter Regency shall remain in effect until the worthy heir is of age, as was the will of Olivier before he continued on his eternal pilgrimage and loyalty shall remain with House de Savoie for the rightful ruler of Savoy.

 

A vigil shall be hosted for Princess Catherine Johanna during the Owyn’s Flame, 1857. [[4 PM EST in the Bastille]]

 

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IN NOMINE DEI, 
HER EXCELLENCY, Vasileia Ekaterini Basrid

Lady Chancellor of Savoy

[brujera 1153]

Athénaïs was sat within the Aster Hall Gardens, her niece Carolina beside her as she brushed through her long reddish hair. To Carolina, she'd recount many stories from her childhood, growing up alongside Catherine.

 

"Your mother was like," She'd pause, as the memory of the Princess would cause tears to well up in her eyes. "No, not like. Catherine was a sister to me, and every Savoyard, every true Savoyard mourns the loss of an ever-great woman. Though we spent many years apart, as we sat at two different side of a war, I cannot think of any ill memory or thought of Catherine. From this day forward, I vow to protect you as she would, and afford you the life of which she no longer can."

[valecu 2128]

Carolina's watery eyes peeked from the high palace of Providentia towards the bustling city, fond memories of her mother flicking in her mind. "M-maman?" She stuttered in agony. "The ones who took your life shall beg for mercy, but such shall not be given!"

[Javert 9633]

"The throne belongs to Prince Lucien I. The Regency is defunct and no longer has any say over our people, and so I shall not obey it." said Rolf Perea as he read the missive from the walls of Myrine. "If it is a fight they wish for, it is a fight they will have. Ave Prince Lucien!"

[Kiiwi 1440]

Selvia de Orsella heard news of what was happening within her home of Savoy, the woman moved to pack her bags quickly. She stopped in her tracks as she walked past a mirror that hung on her wall, staring at herself. 

 

"They're not going to know."

 

She whispered reassuringly to herself before jumping on her horse and quickly riding to Savoy. It was time she returned to help avenge the death of a friend, and make sure the young woman she knew since she was a child wouldn't lay dead either.

[Frymark 3100]

Johann Barclay lamented the events following the Brotherhood's arrival to the Savoyard court quietly on top of his horse, flanked by the retinue of Haeseni returning to their lands from the South.

 

"If only the traitors hadn't drawn their blades first.." The man thought to himself while citing a quiet prayer to his southern cousin, whom they had failed to defend.

[ReveredOwl 5639]

"We drew blades in defence of the Princess who eagerly walked into the assassin's daggers and teeth, this woman has clearly lost it how long until she falls on her own sword too?" asked Walton.

[Olox_ 4318]

Borys frowns at the information "Who asked?" He'd ask before throwing the paper into his fireplace

[Cepheid 4304]

1 minute ago, Basil Moroul said:

"We drew blades in defence of the Princess who eagerly walked into the assassin's daggers and teeth, this woman has clearly lost it how long until she falls on her own sword too?" asked Walton.

 

Vasileia wonders how they were there for that when no one was around in the throne room!

[ReveredOwl 5639]

1 minute ago, Cepheid said:

 

Vasileia wonders how they were there for that when no one was around in the throne room!

Walton is just saying this for clearly, like the dead princess, she shares the same sentiment that foreigners came to aggress upon her.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

With a painful grimace, the Landgrave of Alstreim recalled how his niece, devoid of momentary reason, screamed at forty angry armed men in defiance of her own son's birthright; how she abandoned the protective cordon of his knights to inexplicably set off towards a suspicious group of men; how that very same group lunged at her, his knights springing forth to protect her - the best of them, Jurgen Barclay, even giving his life for the Princess - to no avail, as she was somehow struck down even through their plated bodies as an obstacle; how his fellow Elector, Baron Sigmar and him then helped end the peculiar assassins.

 

He thought of how he caught word of a plot to eradicate the entire Alstreim line, in which his niece seemed complicit in rejection of all familial ties and sacred Waldenian laws. He thought of how those responsible stood to gain from somehow killing her and portraying his men as the true killers, despite a hundred witnesses present.

 

The thoughts only brought further pain.

 

 

[Axelu 4333]

6 hours ago, LithiumSedai said:

With a painful grimace, the Landgrave of Alstreim recalled how his niece, devoid of momentary reason, screamed at forty angry armed men in defiance of her own son's birthright; how she abandoned the protective cordon of his knights to inexplicably set off towards a suspicious group of men; how that very same group lunged at her, his knights springing forth to protect her - the best of them, Jurgen Barclay, even giving his life for the Princess - to no avail, as she was somehow struck down even through their plated bodies as an obstacle; how his fellow Elector, Baron Sigmar and him then helped end the peculiar assassins.

 

He thought of how he caught word of a plot to eradicate the entire Alstreim line, in which his niece seemed complicit in rejection of all familial ties and sacred Waldenian laws. He thought of how those responsible stood to gain from somehow killing her and portraying his men as the true killers, despite a hundred witnesses present.

 

The thoughts only brought further pain.

 

 

The late Princess Catherine thinks the Landgrave of Alstreim fell victim to QAnon.