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sorry i watched this movie last night and cried at this scene so enjoy.

 

FOR IT ALL COMES TO AN END

 

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The raven haired child sprinted through the streets of Cyrilsburg, determined to catch her rebellious puppy as he scampered away. Anabel knew that she should have listened to Sir Milner, her faithful guardian, and indeed remembered to lock the gate behind her. Eventually the dog came to a pause in front of her Father, allowing a moment of respite for the now exhausted child. 

 

Wilhelm smiled, lifting the dog off of the ground. Beside him was her mother Evelyn, and her elder brother Jarrack. The princess thought she would surely be in great trouble, but instead the trio welcomed her into a warm embrace.

 

The Queen of Curon’s fate, however, would render this once happy family broken. Someday allegiances would be forced, and each of them would find themselves either pledged to an enemy, or dead. However that would be some years later, and for now the Princess basked in the warmth of her family.

 


 

The ashen throne felt cold beneath Carina’s fingers. It had taken much struggle to reach the dias, but as her husband the King stood before Norland’s people, proclaiming his rightful rule, it was met with only ecstatic cheers from those below. She herself had been born from nothing - a fisherman and a ***** - however fate had determined that the course of her life would differ much from those humble beginnings.

 

Iron from Ice, they cheered. She joined them.

 

The Queen of Norland did not know that whilst these words were spoken, enemy forces amassed against them. She did not know that all she knew and loved would very soon be destroyed. For now, however, she was faithful in the resolve of her people. That left her hopeful.

 


 

Mariya watched as thousands of citizens scattered across the plot of land, hauling carts of stone, brick and marble into their newfound capital. Much progress had been made already, with new homes and stores rising from the dust each day. What stood in total grandeur, finished far before anything else (her husband had in fact ensured it), was the Novellen Palace. It made her smile to know that the infant Joseph Clement, sleeping peacefully within her arms now, would someday inherit every inch of this space.

 

Mariya had suffered greatly. She had lost family, friendships and lovers - all for the sake of the Imperial crown. Tomorrow it will all become worth it. Tomorrow, she will be coronated.

 

In tragic storytelling, the Duchess of Adria would someday find herself deprived of everything; her crown, her children and her happiness would slip from her grasp. However for now she did not know this, and her ambitions for the throne rendered her satisfied.

 


 

The light of hundreds of faintly glowing flowers illuminated the forest around them, casting a dull blue tinge over the world. Elizabeth, nearing twenty seven years old, had often traveled the forests when she was younger - daring creatures of the night to face her in her newfound courage. Beside her now, however, was no paranormal creature. He was in fact a gentle and kind soul - one of the few that embraced every inch of her, quirks or not. Therefore when he proposed to her upon that evening, shrouded in the moonlit field, she allowed herself to finally look forward to the future; to the one that they would share. 

 

In that moment she found only joy.

 

Yet The Princess Imperial’s story would not end entirely in happiness, for she would suffer a betrayal far worse than she’d ever known. However for now she did not know this, and beside the man she loved there was nothing but pure happiness within her soul.

 


 

A sickly young servant boy emerged from the curtains, offering Amadea the peppermint spiced tea she had commanded of him. Lounging upon a sun-chair, the countess enjoyed the rising Providence sun and all of the warmth it brang her - perhaps even a suntan. Philip and the children were nowhere to be seen, as she preferred it, and only in her company was the small chihuahua Augustus. She enjoyed her life now, certainly, though what loomed above her head (or perhaps what lacked upon her head) was that Imperial crown.

 

It was all she had ever known, and all she had ever wanted. She was born to be a lady, raised to be a consort, and destined to be an Empress. That crown was her only guiding light.

 

What the Countess of Renzfeld did not know is that she would never reach that coveted position. However for now, in the warmths of her silks under the roof of her palace, she lived in pure and utter bliss.

 


 

Her ending had come even swifter than she could have anticipated.

 

In a matter of moments there was a battle - a winner proclaimed and a loser devastated. For Lucia, unlike many others, this fight had become a matter of survival. Whilst for some it had only been a question of who could satisfy their whims and wealth to a greater extent, for her it was instead the basis of life or death. She would emerge an Empress if they won, and a corpse if they did not.

 

That is what made it so entirely unfortunate when fate determined that Peter IV would fall. There was no retribution and no mercy - she would not allow it. For the Azor was a woman of her word, and intended to die by that philosophy.

 

She stared down the end of the crossbow bolt with a certain calmness. She did not fight.

 

When the Empress of Oren died that day, she felt no fear. For her soul had lived a thousand lives before, and someday, would live again.

 

 

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Thanks for all the good times :)

#ivorycurse

 

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While away in Aeldin, the Duchess of Azor did not hear of her daughter's death, yet a groveling pit upon her stomach succumbed and unease circulated. "I do hope everything will be fine..." She spoke with unsureness, - sailing away upon the seas with a shake of her head.

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Wilhelm Lucius dreamt at night of a certain Pompourelian Heiress even in his old age, for that was the only place he would ever see her now. In his dreams.

 

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Ily Ivorey, thank you for all the help you ever gave me and for being a friend. I am glad you came back for a final hoorah, we are gonna miss u .

 

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I am glad we both can be done with this together. I would write something sappy but I know we will always be friends. We came back together, and now we depart once more together. I love you with all my heart and I will see you around bestie.

 

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Throwback pictures : * 

But I hope you have fun in all your future endeavors! Freedom from LoTC is the best choice anyone could make foh shore.

 

Adeline Margaret plays golf with Anabel in the Seven skies, cheating with a cheeky smile when the other woman would look away.

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One of the d'Azors herself, Diana d'Azorwould have read this in the safety of Haense. The woman shook her head as she clutched the missive with a few tears falling from her face. 
 

"My dear niece, you did well. You did so well. I wish I could have spent more time with you. You are a d'Azor, no matter what marriage you had. I hope my Father welcomed you into the Seven Skies, alongside Katya and Leon. I promise that your legacy is something that will outlive us all, for you were the last Empress of the true Holy Orenian Empire. I will keep you close to my heart, my dear. Please, rejoice alongside your family up there. I hope to see you soon."

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A gaggle of women greets another gaggle of women with open arms, once beloved friends, other times adversaries, now entwined forevermore by History - and they’d not trade it for the world.

 

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Love you Sm ivory, I’m happy to consider you a close friend. we’ll be staying in touch aussie. Im happy to have interacted with you on a variety of characters, although a few, as you know, are more meaningful to the development of our 3.5 years long friendship. u r a rockstar!! Thank you for everything, ringing u later.

 

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In the carnage and in the devastation of war, Pavel Barrow sought God.

 

He watched with pride swelling in his chest as once again, an Ivanovich laid waste to an Empire. As that fateful night, Baron Andrezj Ivanovich, merely a few years younger than his uncle, struck the Faux-Imperator Peter down with the Mace of Krajia, finalizing the quick demise of the Petrine Rebels and their cabal.

 

Yet, he felt pity for the Empress, who no doubt was guided to this fate by forces outside of her control. And as he paid homage to the many who died that day, he mustered the sorrow for what could have been, all the lives that could have been spared had peace prevailed, and war was but a dream.

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From the seven skies…

 

Valera of Adria kept her daughter, Mariya Angelika, near — even if she was an adult and more than capable on her own amongst the deceased. She’d often ask questions of what her life was like, even if it had been tragic from the start. For all the years she had lost as a mother, she could make up for it now. And she would do the same with her childhood friend, Anabel, curious as to what it was like to have her reign as Queen …

 

Maya Valeriya, Queen-Mother of Haense, rose a bottle of Carrion Black to her partner in crime, Mary Philippa, as she jested about their strange interactions with Peter III and Markus Kortrevich. She could see Princess Alexandria Ceciliya making snowforts in the distance …

 

Irene of Metterden, finally to the seven skies, berated Princess Elizabeth for all the years she deemed her to be cursed …

 

And Empress Anastasia I, wherever she was, watched on with pride as the woman her son chose to marry died with the same dignity and valor that she took the position of empress with. If anyone deserved the right to be the last, and final, empress-consort of the empire - it was Lucia Annunziata. Yet she knew what had come of the empire, what she and her husband decreed, was what was not only right, but necessary for the future of the Orenian people.

 

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love u ivory

 

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Forgot about this one bud <3 forever apricate the roleplay you brought

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When his father and mother brought up the question of marriage, the young prince knew his answer.

"
I wish to marry the Princess of Curon."

 

There was no other woman in the Empire who the prince wished to give his heart. Now in the Seven Skies, the Duke of Cascadia pondered if his choices in life had been the right ones- all but one.

 

Even in death, he knew who he wanted to spend his life with. 

 

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u were a f-cking epic person to rp with Ivorey, hope to see u about on discord

 

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