The Beginning of a Revival

[CharmingCavalier 2189]

The Beginning of a Revival

 

 

The Duke and Duchess of Sunholdt with their newborn c. 1859

By Lucian Bryant

 

[MUSIC]

A plain notice is hung outside of the de Sarkozy manor. It simply reads:

 

The Duke and Duchess of Sunholdt are delighted to announce the birth of their son, Peter Benedict. Born on the 1st of Tobias’ Bounty, 1859. The Duchess and her child are both in exceptional health.

 

Inside the manor Peter Augustus, the Duke of Sunholdt, sat next to his wife and drafted a letter for his newborn son. Once completed, he secured it in an envelope, pressing his signet ring deep into the golden wax, and handed it to one of his loyal attendants to store away. But, before he did this, he showed his wife, Bianca. The letter, in a scrawling font, read...

 

 

Dear Peter,

 

The extraordinary feelings that overwhelmed my senses when you were born will never leave my memory. Since I first laid eyes upon you, with the hair of an Arkent and the eyes of your mother, I felt a stirring of revival in my soul.

 

Without doubt, you have read of my exploits from before your birth, but today, in this letter, I am swearing to rededicate myself. Although domestic affairs have never enticed my full interests, I realize, with your birth, that sacrifices must be made in this generation so the next can enjoy their youth.

 

My father died very soon after my birth, and my grandfather was absent from my upbringing. The few relatives I did meet were cold and distant to me. However, I seek to change that for you, Peter. I will be beside you for as long as God shall maintain me upon this mortal plane, along with your mother. I wish to see New Selm filled with not only guests at soirees but the laughter of my children, the unconditional love of the family I never knew, and the belief that we have come from the edge of ruin to eminence once more.

 

With you is my name, but also my aspirations for the future of this house and Oren. Bear it well and know you have made your father and mother proud.

 

Signed,
Your Father.

 

[Franczhiz 4437]

"May GOD bless our Houses with another one of our kin! I shall be a proud Uncle to my good nephew Peter! VIVAT CORVUS!" Sir Joseph Clement de Sarkozy shouted out loud in the square of New Providence.

[Da_Emperors 1987]

The Prince would smile deeply as he would read the most joyous news of the heir of d'Arkent being born. "Young Peter. Shall you grow into a strong and wise man, shall you learn to enjoy life as your father has, hold poise as your mother does, and live a life that shall brings you joy and then after glory to our realm. God protect you Peter." He would smile as he would ask his aid to clear his lessons for the day as he went off to buy gifts for the newborn. 

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[Ivoreyy 2303]

From deep within the Sarkozy Manor, the Duchess of Sunholdt tended to her newborn son. Though only a few days old, the infant was healthy and strong - sleeping peacefully within the arms of his mother.

 

Eleven years ago Bianca could recall holding her newborn baby sister Octavia, and despite being only ten years old herself at the time, this particular memory still resonated deeply within her mind. No matter the time that had past, that image of youth and elation in which she remembered so fondly was once again present; it was a lingering reminder that no matter how dim the world appeared - from war, tensions or political conflict, every human soul was born in the same innocence and joy. We are not corrupted from birth, pondered the Duchess, gently caressing the infant's head. The boy within her arms held no hatred - and though someday he may raise a blade against a fellow man, this is only what will be taught to him. 

 

The gentle crackling of the fireplace burned slowly beside her, casting light upon the novel she read aloud to her son; The Tale of St Emma. However when the child was sleeping soundly once again, his Father quite similarly in the adjacent chair, she could not sleep - her thoughts plagued her late into the night.