Reliving a nightmare.

[Rattussmackus 597]

[Many flyers were posted around Alisgrad, sloppy yet readable cursive spread across the paper.]

 

'Dear reader,

 

You may or may not know me but my name is Olivia Freysson Ruric. I am the first daughter of King Vane and Daria Vildr. I am fifteen at the time of writing this. 

 

Just a few months ago we had a clan meeting, I was excited. I sat in my father's throne, deluding myself as I pretended to take my father's spot. I talked to Casimira, I told her about how I wanted to be a diplomat, see the rest of Almaris, learn about others.

 

The meeting started with mundane yet interesting topics, I watched my cousin try and stay awake, watched as my Uncle stood, trying to usher the topics along. My Uncle left for a moment and returned with words I still think about daily 'There are armoured men in the city.'

 

I didn't get to react before they began storming the palace, Casimira rushed me and my cousins further into the palace, behind locked doors. We heard the rest of them shouting, all demanding a Kingsmoot. We slipped out the window and fled to Haense to look for help, none came. They never do.

 

I was fed up, agitated so I ran back to Alisgrad, slipping past the Orenians and back beside my fellow Norlanders.

 

I didn't understand much of what was said but the Orenians claimed to be Rurics and wanted the throne. My father returned, much to my surprise, and told the men that only valid Rurics may call for a Kingsmoot. That's when the slaughtering began, they fought us, beat us into submission. Anyone who objected was tied up and forced to watch.

 

The makeshift Kingsmoot crowned the coward King.

 

He claimed to be my cousin but let it be known now, that man is not my cousin, even if we share the same blood. I will never accept him as such, he's a coward.

 

Rurics aren't cowards.

 

I was pulled down from where I was tied up by Orenians, they pulled me by the fire and began to whisper because they don't have the balls to speak openly.

 

'Boil her alive.'

'Strap each limb to our horse and begin to ride, ripping her apart.'

'Sacrifice her.'

 

I shall reiterate, I am fifteen, I am a child.

 

A boy my age stepped forward and argued against my death, insisting I be let go. I don't know his name, I never got to thank him. They killed him but the distraction meant I was 'pardoned.' I owe the boy my life.'

 

[The next few lines seemed to be frantically scribbled out, clear it was hard for the girl to write.]

 

'What happened next, I think about everyday. I relive it whenever I see the flash of a blade or when people shout. When I hear the name 'Oren.' Whenever I see your face Vangel, whenever I see your stupid, cowardly face.

 

The Orenians took me outside, along with my father.

 

They placed a sword in his hands and they killed him, they killed him in front of me. Let his blood stain the dirt.

 

They didn't let me say goodbye. They took the one man in my life that gave me hope and courage. They took that from me in that moment and I felt I lost everything.

 

You told me no harm would come to me and I fled to Haense, breaking down and emptying my stomach in the clinic.

 

I still vomit now, seeing his face as life slowly slips away.

 

Now it's your turn Vangel, you're next. You will lay helpless and dying in the streets as no one comes for your aid and when that day comes, I want to be there to see it. 

 

I will spit on your grave.

 

Rurics aren't cowards.

 

-Princess Olivia Freysson Ruric of Norland'

 

Spoiler

OOC: No, prof did not pk. Olivia believes her father to be dead, hence the way it’s written.

 

[Narthok 9213]

 

Manfred performs a traditional Norlandic victory dance 

 

"Rurics aren't cowards, seems a lot of these 'Rurics' ran away from the Kingsmoot, are they perhaps admitting they are not Rurics?"

[rukio 8910]

"Rurics aren't cowards, so then was every Ruric who fled as we approached a product of an affair with Haeseni men?" Inquires Lydia before doing a classic Rurikid dance alongside Manfred.