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THE TRIALS OF LOVE

 

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11th of Gronna ag Droba

421 E.S.

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'They were discovered entangled in sheets, cheeks reddened with a guilty sheen.’

 

Adele Ludovar reads a copy of the most recent Edition of Hearsay. As she does so, she sinks down onto the palace steps, unable to tear her eyes away from the piece of parchment she clasps in her hands. She already knew everything that was written about Him in the edition, of course, but it still horrified her to read it. Her mind glanced back on the horror of the month before.

 

          Adele Ludovar sat with her family. Her new family. The family of her mother that she was still exploring, that side that her father had fought so hard to hide from them. (And not Him with his despair and impulsiveness; sleeping with another woman the month before they were to be married) And she received a note by courier: ‘Adele. We need to Talk. - Matyas’. He burst into tears as soon as he saw her, crying out and holding onto her tightly - maybe savouring that moment of calm and her concerned affection before it all came crashing down. 

          Their combined sobs wracked through the Ludovar apartment that evening, as they fought back and forth then eventually being left as a mournful pile of two broken young people In Love.

 

Adele Ludovar watches the rain pour down while she sits, barely sheltered, under the Palace’s outer foyer. Her freezing hands hold the copy of Hearsay Edition XIII and the rain blots into each page, smearing the ink and ruining it. But the words written are burnt into her mind and she will never forget what has happened to trigger such an edition.

 

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'Even if Lady Adele wishes to make amends, her father surely does not.’

 

Adele Ludovar hugs her father as sobs are released in the halls of Otistadt. “Ea forgive Him, papej.” She says quickly, through her tears, “V-vy didn’t see Him on the day, he was…” She cuts herself off, not wanting to finish that sentence.

'A mess.’

Johann speaks plainly when he replies, rubbing her back comfortingly as he holds her. “But it does niet free him from his deeds. And it does niet make me trust that he will take care of mea greatest treasure in the whole world. Ea could niet care about anyone’s feelings if it costs pain to mea dearest.” And at that a servant runs up the stairs with a certain dish on a plate.

'An Erkindelir with Uli’ He states, ‘Ea only feed him the dish he cooked.’

 

Adele Ludovar does not know how she feels. On one hand she is still heartbroken, while on the other her heart aches when she is away from Him. She must be In Love with Him. 

 

Adele Ludovar might be a stupid girl In Love, who will surely suffer for her mistakes.

 

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'Was it worth it, Lord Alban?’

 

Adele Ludovar’s face pales as Johann turns to head back to Karosgrad and Matyas, her beloved, to serve Him the dish that would seal their fate and she frantically clutches at his upper arms in a vague attempt to stop him from leaving. “Papej, nie.” She says, eyes suddenly filling with a kind of terrified desperation. “Vy can’t do this, v-vy can’t!” She cries, her heart beating faster in her chest with every passing moment. 

 

Adele Ludovar is petrified of losing Him. (Him and his auburn hair and the dimple right there on his cheek, and his sky blue eyes that she loves so dearly. Him and his great sorrowful weeping in regret of his actions, and Him and his unforgivable betrayal that almost made her heart stop.)

 

Adele Ludovar is not ready to admit what she is about to plead with… But surely it’s the only way as she claws at her father’s arm clutching that heart to rip it from him and protect Matyas. It is all she can do. “Ea love Him-!” She cries, “E-ea do, vy can’t do this…”

 

Johann dislodges her from his arm, glancing over his shoulder with an impregnably stern expression. ‘Yam heading back. Vy should rest, dear.’

 

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'Do tell me, for I am quite curious.’

 

Adele Ludovar is cold; for there is no warmth in a world without Him.

 

Adele Ludovar stands beside Him in the cold empty Basilica. Their words echoed through the halls as they spoke, and her heart aches for disobeying her father’s wishes but even more she flinches with every syllable from his poetic lips as her stomach does somersaults… She stands dumbfounded at his declaration. “Ea will marry vy, Adele Emma Ludovar,” He declares as he stares at her; eyes full of determination. “That ea promise vy.” It’s his avowel to her. That he will work until he drops dead or earns her hand.

 

Adele Ludovar sighs wistfully, an aching beginning to form in her stomach as she stares at Him. “Please… When vy duel. Don’t get hurt…” She says quietly, “Ea’ll be worried…” In response he only grimaces. “Ea have to get hurt.” He murmurs, bringing his glance to the floor. “Otherwise ea fear there is nie chance of convincing vyr papej.” That fills her with a sense of dread and fear, and she reaches to grasp his hand. “Ea’ll be worried,” She gently pleads, silently praying to Godan at the altar that he’ll give in. “Or- at least don’t try to get hurt.”

 

He allows her to take his hand, “Ea will survive, ea assure vy.”

 

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'But what use is a playwright when he lives his own tragedy?’

 

Adele Ludovar stands in the shaded observation area of Karosgrad’s hippodrome with her heart in her throat, thumping loudly, as she watches her sister and Beloved stand opposing one another. Her lip quivers fearfully. She can barely think straight. 

 

          What if he loses? What does that even prove? What if he gets hurt? What if he dies? How could she ever forgive Amicia for hurting him? And how could she ever forgive her father for orchestrating the whole thing! She should be married by now. She could have been pregnant by now; she would have been so happy… What if this is it for them? 

 

Adele Ludovar watches the pair size each other up as Amicia puts on her gloves and her eyes widen. They prepare to fight for her honour. The honour that she doesn’t want back…

 

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Adele Ludovar wants Him back.

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The room were unfilled with unfilled potential, plentiful of books which he had attempted to write in these last few days. There were words in them, every now and again, but none of those words captured what they were supposed to. He had always had an aptitude for reading other people’s emotions, capturing them and writing them into stories. And now, here he was, simply trying to describe the way that he himself felt, and being unable to describe it with any sort of words at all.

 

The nights were getting longer and colder. It was a hollow feeling of revenge that ate away at his soul, and he feared that there would one day be nothing left of it. It gnawed away, bit after bit after bit. He feared that at any moment now, he may just shrivel up and die on the spot, left as a rotten discarded corpse in the grave which he had dug himself.

 

It were the conversation in the Basilica that saved him. His own hopes and dreams were yet extinguished, they had died with him. Yet there were always something so inspiring about Adele, the flame inside her always burned so brightly. He admired it, frankly. Even now, that flame had not yet dwelled. But to stand in her presence, to have her wipe tears off his face, he knew exactly what this were; something that he did not deserve. But, to him, with her, there was something much greater at stake than merely what he thought he deserved or didn’t deserve. It were no longer his hope or dream to marry Adele, that was something he had given up on, something which he had ruined for himself, he would never again dare to have hope or dreams.

 

But Adele still had hers, and that day he made a solemn promise to fulfil those. In many ways, he considered himself to be dead by now, if anything, he would have to be reborn only with a single goal in mind, to be Adele’s. He were nothing else. It was her or nothing.

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Man I just wanna be born

 

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Ludwig von Audrick, who had an unspecified relation to Adele, was taken completely by surprise upon hearing of all the...unfortunate events of the day. At the moment he heard the news, Ludwig bolted from his place at his Wife's side and stormed out of the Von Audrick house without saying a word, with only GOD knowing what the man's intentions were.

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Conrad feels immense disappointment knowing that Adele likely learned nothing from his prior conversation with her, unaware that he was most certainly right.

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On 4/18/2022 at 5:29 PM, HIGH_FIRE said:
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Man I just wanna be born

 

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I too wanna be born

 

 

edit i forgot i was already born lmao

 

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