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[PK] John Aurelian


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Katerina sat alone, terrified of what lay ahead. Memories of her and John flashed across her head. From the first moment she met him to the last time she saw him. "Oh, Johnny, I'm not sure how much longer I can go without you. We were destined for greater things. But I have to continue for the sake of our children." Katerina was overcome with emotion as she relived the moment she learned the news. "It can't be John, Uncle Edwin; he told me he wouldn't!" He promised we'd be together." Katerina realized he was gone when she went to her knees. Her husband, her greatest friend, had abandoned her. The widow had given up on herself.

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Annabelle Augusta would welcome her younger brother into the seven skies, smiling though with mourn as he passed too soon.

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As Treble de Murat heard of the news from Karosgrad, he would silently walk over to Lorraine hung on his wall. “It was never meant to be this way!” Soft crying could be heard from the bunk of the man that night. For all the death he had been the cause of, he knew one thing for certain. You reap what you sow.

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Joseph d'Azor stood infront of the soldiers grave, his boots clacking together as the Duke stood at attention, rendering final honours for the Orenian war Hero. "Many a man he slew, his love for his country was matched only by the love for his family, he will be missed..." The former Archchancellor mused with a wide frown across his face, laying a flower upon the grave as he marched off to consume more of the alcohol that numbed his pains. 

 

Leopold Edwin smiled brightly as he heard the news, but not infront of his mother. "HAH! Serves him right...." Leopold spoke, both not understanding the finality of death nor the ramifications of such, the child was simply glad evil Uncle John would not bother him. He paused for a moment calling out of the room "GRANDMAMA!!!!!!" He stood up rushing out "I want more cookies!" 

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From the old Ghaestenwald keep in the lands of Haense, Jakob sat.

He had heard the news a while ago, yet never gave it much thought besides

 

"What happened, happened."

 

Yet as the young man spends time in the study, reading different books, a quiet sorrow starts to form.
Thoughts twirl around, picking up words from different books. An odd feeling.

Jakob quietly thinks. About how John came to him, accusing him indirectly of being with Klara behind his back.

Something at the time not true, but he couldn't deny his feelings.

 

"He... did not deserve this..."


It's all the young man could whisper to himself. Clenching his hair within his hand.

 

"He loved her... he made a mistake... he did not deserve to die for it."

 

With those thoughts, he lets a sigh escape. Taking in a deep breath of air after. Debating what he has said and done.

"But I would have killed him if the Koeng told me to do so... and he almost did. I should not judge." 

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Catherine Marie felt an overwhelming sense of cold in the weeks and months since she was given the news of her brothers death. How had it come to this? She tried desperately to remember her last words to him, her last interactions with him. She kept coming to one conclusion- it was the night she had chastised, threatened and caused him pain for what he had done to her child. It haunted her, knowing that she could never make amends.
How she missed the days when he ran around the square, in his turtle helmet and with his pet pig, gathering all the friends he could whilst Catherine watched silently from the side. John was always her polar opposite in that sense. Outgoing, outspoken, cheerful and ever so caring. She teased him so much by calling him Johnny, his cute annoyance one of the bright parts of her days. She never spoke of it, but in those times she envied him greatly. She made a pact to herself she had long forgotten, to never let harm reach her little brother. He was too good for this world. 
Catherine was brought back to the present with a jolt as she heard her babies begin crying. The memory fading once more and oh how she wished it wouldn’t. The reality was so hard to bear. Two of her siblings were gone now, one remained and she had hardly any knowledge of the girl who she felt no kinship to. It pained her though, who was next? Her mamej, papej, sister? Or perhaps one of her children? It was nearly too much to the woman, she felt her mind breaking as it had before at the news of her grandpapej’s death. She could never let it happen again. 
in the weeks after the death, Catherine’s children would find that their mother often held them close and tightly, shakily. Determination set in, she would protect those who she held close with all her might. She failed Ana and Johnny. She would not let herself fail again. 

 

If Catherine heard Leopold say anything Ill against his uncle, she threatened to take away all his books for a month. She was extremely serious in the threat this time.  @Taketheshot

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Borris Iver Kortrevich watched over the scene with growing anxiety. "They should just slit his throat and be done with it." He has once whispered to Amara, the two watching over the scene. Yet, the longer his gaze lingered upon the friend he had once trusted, the friend he had once tried to help, and the friend who had eventually betrayed his trust, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the man.

 

"Love is difficult." Prince Lucien's words rang solemnly in Borris' mind. "Love is complex." He repeated, words barely audible even to his own ears. How did we fall so far? How did we get from where we were to here on the cold stone before us? Questions bounced around in the young lord's brain. He shook his head, quickly wiping the gloss that had formed over his eyes as he stared at the doomed Lord he has once called brother. 

 

"We reap what we sow. The good and the bad." Borris closed his eyes as the blade fell. 

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Klara Elizaveta sat alone. The man she had protected, the man she had been faithful to, the man who betrayed her was dead. Thrice he had insulted her, and thrice more had her heart broken. She could've lived with such heartbreak, she could've continued to live a life where she loved him had he not left bruises on the ribs of one of her dearest friends. She could've lived a life where she loved him if he hadn't prayed for death to her brothers. In any other circumstance, she would've been glad to see him live. 

 

"Mercy is for those who do not trample upon those who give up everything, if only to see their loved ones safe."

 

Klara did not mourn him, nor did she love him any longer.

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