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For Alicja

 

[!] Those who enjoyed wandering around the palace might be able to hear a piano melody every once in a while, especialy if they were situated near the ballroom. Although it was not a piece like any other that the musician would usually perform, but one charged with emotion and, unfortunatelly, sadness. 

 

 

 

May they be aware of it or not, they were listening to a piece that the performer, Gustaf Sigismund, had composed for his daughter Alicja, who had passed a few years back.

 

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OOC: This isn't an event or anything, just something I made. Hope you enjoy! :)

 

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Otto August trudged through the halls of the Nikirala donning a frown -- a visage uncommon for the man. He leaned against one of the many pillars with the palace and spoke with his wife briefly as the tune resonated throughout the corridors. "Fickle is life." He murmured.

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Nikoleta Barbara added her nieces name alongside her own children's. Thoroughly believing Morovar blood was cursed. A wretched expression over her face. 

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Somewhere in the world, an artisan smiles a sombre smile. In nature's eternal chorus, sometimes the Song must mourn.

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Adhemar Dusek would walk through the halls of Ghaestenwald, the boy would grow accustomed to the feeling of sorrow and despair from the events that were taking place around him, the feeling of helplessness as he witnessed the deaths of those closest materialize around him, pausing at a window as he looked out to the sun that would rise as he raised his arm to shade his eyes, "It would be dishonour to Niet." He would recall his uncles words, repeating them.

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