WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT

[libertyybelle 6187]

 

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WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT

 

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It started off as a simple idea. Her mother always wished for a girl, hadn’t she? The ideal Orenian princess who could eventually be the Princess Imperial. Even if her mother didn’t truly love her, she had given her that at the least.

 

Then grew up a girl, naive and distant from reality. The only saving grace of her poor attitude was her title, she had been unusually cruel. Many wondered why, and only few knew the truth of her painful battle to gain some sort of concept of a world gifted to her on a silver platter. It wasn’t her fault was it? 

 

All she longed to be was more than the pretty princess ideal that was ingrained into her head by her grandfather, her mother. So she worked under her brother, day and night. She planned every possible event, she worked on every project she could. 

 

Starting on the council, moving eventually to Lady Privy Seal. She held her head high. Her thoughts drifted to her father, what he might have thought about where she is now. Never would she deny missing him.

 

“I never wish to fight with you again. I promise I will be good. Just- Just please don't leave me too, okay?”

 

“Never, my daughter. Never, you can fight, argue, no matter what you say to me, Amelia, you are my daughter, I shall always be here for you whenever you need me.” 

 

She stood on the balcony, peering over Providence. She loved the gleam of it in the sunlight and even could almost see the people going about their day. A small smile crested her lips, but the heaviness was something that always haunted her. 

 

Then, as she turned to get ready to go about her day- the heaviness lingering always so close behind. Her body toppled over the railing. A shove. 

 

As she fell, she thought of the people who had loved her. Her children, she prayed, would be taken care of. Her husband, surely he would find peace even if she departed. Her brother, perhaps he could find a new daily tea partner.

 

And though perhaps there was some lingering sense of guilt for the relief that death may bring, she was at peace as she plummeted toward the gravel yard in the Palace of Vanderfall. A quiet sort of peace. She was free now, and perhaps in the seven skies her father awaited her arrival. 

 

The Princess, The Countess Vanderfall, the Prior Mistress of Civil Affairs, the Governess of the Palace, the Lady Privy Seal- in all her glory and accomplishments was now reduced to a lifeless figure of grand silks and jewels spread out on the soil she had earned. 

 

While the bustle of the Vanderfall Hall came to halt, so had those burdening memories and feelings that plagued her. Freedom in all its manner was a luxury she could now properly be afforded.

 

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AN: Hey! Wow this was a hard decision to make but one that I spent many days deliberating on. Amelia was an honor to play and I can only thank @Ivoreyy and @ErikAzog for it. I have to really thank Erik for shilling so hard to bless me with such a great opportunity and I owe so much credit to him as well as to my best friend Ivory who has been my rock since 2019.

 

I also want to thank @Nectorist and @Eryane for giving me the respect and kindness that I had never truly relieved in leadership before. I credit them as well for listening to all my griping and crazy ideas. You two are the bestest friends a girl can ask for. I really cannot express how much and how deep my love for the both of you runs and I know we will be friends even when you two are in Europe.

 

Thank you to @Ryanark for making Amelia's final moments not so glum and for becoming such a good friend to me as well as to most the Blackvale community like @Rainalyn and Summer but I don't know her @ but yea.

 

I am not saying this is me quitting but it is for the time being, I am better than to know that someone can truly quit this cracked mess but for now it is time to take my leave of LOTC. There are so many people I want to thank. @HeyitsNano @sashimichopped@Josef_Rippelberg @Fie are some notable mentions who always made me feel like I was doing something right and I will never find the proper words to thank you.

 

Last but not least of course a shout out to @Mannyy and @ncarr two people who I met and instantly fell in love with. You guys are so incredibly strong and you have done so well for yourselves. I could not be more proud of the grown ups you are turning into.

 

Thank you to everyone who made Amelia and just my time back in general- I will see you all when I see you!!

 

Much love,

libby

 

[Nectorist 12869]

Philip III remains in a fever-induced delirium after injuries sustained at the Battle of the Waystone Territory. The initial reports of his beloved sister’s death do not reach him.

 

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you are freaking dumb and epic belle of liberty 

 

[HeyitsNano 1582]

Marcel, having been Amelia’s favorite child, simply does not react to this. It did not happen.

 

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I REFUSE to believe this… 

 

[tilly 5115]

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A slender, shady silhouette had skulked behind the unraveling princess all that morning. It was hard to tell who this person could be, given that they wore a dark, hooded cloak and had painted their face the color of ash. It was hard to tell how, or even when, the intruder had penetrated not only the outer walls of Vanderfell, but the palace-like estate within. Perhaps through an ajar window, or a tree next to a well-placed balcony.

 

In the wee hours of that morning, the intruder hid in one of the many empty rooms lining the hallways of the Countess's private wing within the estate. Once it was apparent that the princess had awoken, and was preparing to perform her daily ritual, the figure knew it was time to move. The assailant had been tucked behind the door of the spare room in which they hid, and peered through the narrow sliver between that of the door itself and the threshold to the bedchamber, waiting... timing it just right.

 

It was then the shadowy form took to action, stealing out of the vacant chamber soundlessly, footfalls akin to that of the soft, tropical wind which blew in from the very balcony Princess Amelia stood afore, deep in reverie. The figure drew closer, and closer to their unsuspecting victim, hands clad in dark, leathery gloves beneath the cloak now reaching forth in preparation for what came next.

 

Those hands caught Amelia just as she were about to turn, to leave behind her wretched memories and continue on with her day like she had so many times before. Not today, or any day more, would the the princess have to grapple with her self-perceived inadequacies; nor would anyone ever have to endure her wroth during one of her tantrums. This was her last day.

 

The black-clad figure had their prey by the shoulders, and seized the opportunity amidst her confusion to shove the princess over the railing of the story-high balcony... a satisfying crunch sounding just a moment later as Amelia's body reverberated against the gravel, never to move again.

 

The cloaked shadow reeled for a moment after the princess had been disposed of, disbelieving of their very own actions, ordered to by a commander or not. Slowly, they stepped forth, gloved hand gripping the railing tightly as they peered over to examine their work. The corpse of Amelia was horribly disfigured from the fall, her limbs bent at odd angles, a puddle of blood originating from a cracked skull, no doubt. From beneath the gloom cast over the assassin's painted face via their hooded cloak, a slow, cruel smirk crept upon their barely-visible lips. Then, just like a gust of wind, the assailant was gone the way they'd come, never to be discovered or brought to justice.

 

Or, at least, that was just one version of the story being told across the vast Orenian Empire...

 

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well... can't say im shocked to see this happen. wish i'd gotten a fonder farewell from u, but i guess it was a mistake on my part to assume our friendship was a two-way street here. hope you find peace away from lotc, but we'll see you in a few months probably when its time to scratch that itch.

best of luck, 

-tilly

 

[Ivoreyy 2303]

The ill-fated Countess of Renzfeld welcomed her daughter into the skies.

 

It was true that the woman, in her living years, had never really learned to love her children. Every inch of her life was spent in anticipation of a day in which she'd claim that cursed crown - every action was done in preparation; every movement was made in expectation. Her children had been nothing but means to an end - physical manifestations of her assurance to the throne. Her three sons allowed for succession, and two daughters allowed for political leverage.

 

However, akin to many of her family, Amadea's life had ended in a disappointingly underwhelming manner. She had never risen to those heights she was promised, and every avenue in which she had taken to prepare herself was in vain. It was this that she had reflected on in death.

 

And so when Amelia met her Mother in the skies, she was greeted with nothing but love. What was not given to her daughter in life would be given in death, and the pair would finally bask in the love of a family. So they would learn, no amount of jewels, silverware or gowns could have ever truly compensated for their  desire to love, and to be loved.

 

That is what, in death, the Countess of Renzfeld could finally give her daughter.

Love.

[Mannyy 982]

The Count of Aldersberg hears of the poor Amelia's departure, a deep frown falling pon his lips as he sat alone within his home, for a moment he would have the idea to show his wife, though he couldn't find her...

 

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GOODBYE BELLIUM YOU WILL BE MISSED im sad that u are leaving bc we never got to be family again except for eleanor for 2 seconds but im happy 4 u that u are escaping, maybe i will consider doing the same thing... and thank u for the nice message but ITS NOT LIKE UR DYING im sure i will message u again soon like really ur going nowhere for those of us in the know ya know uh haha

 

[Franczhiz 4437]

Sir Joseph Sarkozic would perk a brow at the chaos that had been created in Providence ever since the death of the Princess; unknowingly so; he asked: "What has happened?" The news then came to him, the already grieving and tired man shook his head in denial, he frowned. "This can not be."

 

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Had so much fun with u belle, hope ur going to be okay during your time off of LOTC; best of luck with what you are going to do irl!

 

<3 sashimichopped

 

[Eryane 3698]

“What is it?” One servant inquired of another. There was a series of screams coming from the imperial quarters, ones of dread and pain - ones of mourning. 
 

“Her mind is lost, more and more each day. Can’t you tell?” the other commented.

 

The loss of Princess Amelia had taken its toll, heavily so, upon Empress Anastasia. There was no replacing such a light, a life, a beacon.

 

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Belle, you are one of the realest people on this server and deserve the world. I am so glad you are choosing what’s best for you in the end. I hope Nectorist and I were able to give you a place to have some fun on the server at least, or at least to enjoy Amelia again, because you know how much the two of us love having you around. I’m going to miss you, and I’ll try to keep in touch once I’m in Europe here in the next couple of months! Keep in touch, you’re an amazing friend.

 

[kuerbis 3802]

Laurentina pursed her lips into a thin line. She did not weep over the dead, not anymore, but it seemed to her that the world appeared a bit darker on this day. "Greet Helton and Daphne and Mama and Papa for me," uttered the Helvets to noone in particular. 

 

 

The Duchess of Cathalon however, was inconsolable at the news. She locked herself into her office - one that was filled with dust and dry documents, where she allowed herself to weep through work. Amelia had been a mother figure that she lacked otherwise - and noone truly could replace the princess for her.

 

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it was nice having you around again!! take good care of yourself and tysm for the RP we had!

 

[Gridlock 1033]

Somewhere far away in a distant corner of the Ruska Highlands, a big man yak farmer makes a lorraine cross to add to his currently sizeable graveyard of dead friends and relatives. This time he couldn't help but shed a single tear for the little princess he once guarded in so many endeavours.

[Cubicita 640]

Her least favorite son simply read his book, unable to believe what has occurred.

[zuziee 4004]

Lady Maisie sat atop a large desk in the county of Aldersberg. She only wore black anymore, so it wasn’t surprising when a maid walked in to deliver the news for the d’Arkent she pulled out a veil from her back pocket. “What a loss, the empire shall never recover.” 

[Ryanark 2738]

With a great thud from the courtyard, Hannes came rushing out to lay his unprepared eyes upon his wife, laying ever so silently in the gravel. It was as if one hit his head with a mallet, the pure shock fogging his mind as his ears rang deaf, clutching Amelia's limp hand. He shut his eyes as they welled up with tears, a giant lump in his throat as he tried to utter a single word. His lips danced, but there was not a word that dared to escape him, it was impossible..

 

Even as the servants came rushing out to console him and escort him away, Hannes tried his best to protest, but only groans and unrecognizable speech echoed from him, the death of his wife shall take years to heal, confined to a body with no means of communication is surely a fate worse than death.

[FlareGunCalamity 213]

Rosary thinks of a little girl she once knew, and cries.