Taketheshot 3834 Popular Post Share Posted April 24, 2022 AN ARCHCHANCELLORS EXILE Published 17th of Tobias' Bounty, 1869 The war for Oren is over, a conflict which tore a nation apart, which tore families apart, which tore apart perhaps the very fabric of society has ended with how it began, a quiet acceptance. When I was born, I was raised within the walls of the Empire, safely guarded by men of the Imperial State Army and an Emperor to shield me, an Emperor named Joseph Clement. The Empire gave me all of what myself and my family earned, what my father earned and what my children earned. The Empire is unique in that facet of ideals, where some view it as a fat pig, ripe for the slaughter, or a pile of coins from which the top of society might line their pockets, some however, the few; view it for what it really is, hope. It was the hope of Philip III and Olivier de Savoie who came to me with a plan to save the Empire from itself, a desire to ensure a dream lasted for generations beyond us, a dream for our children, a dream for the future. Selfless sacrifice was given by so many to ensure this quality of our Empire endured and was to endure long past ourselves. A friend of mine asked me only recently why I was not upset at having received nothing for being Archchancellor, no trove of gold was shuttled off to me, nor songs of praise sung in my name. I could not help but laugh in front of my friend when those questions were asked. One does not serve his nation for the promise of reward, I never even wished to serve as Archchancellor, what brought me into the role was a desire for the security of the future, for the safety of my children and for a stable Empire. When I resigned, I thought perhaps I had achieved that but I thought wrong. I failed in my duty as Archchancellor and history will recognize that under my watch the cracks grew, and grew until thousands were swallowed up inside. The will of Philip and Anastasia, two of my closest friends struck open the floor beneath us all. A civil war is perhaps one of the most cruel wars for none should be forced to bear blade upon their countryman, Imperialist or Royalist. For a year now I have teetered upon the edge, a choice between pledging fealty to this Kingdom of Oren, or pledging fealty to this Grand Duchy of Balian. To where does the Duchy of Azor go? The answer lies plain and lies clear, I am a man of age, a man who has given so much of himself throughout the decades. I am one who wanted nothing but to provide for my fellow countryman, but I have a country no more. My country died with Philip and Anastasia, The Duchy of Azor was a peerage of The Holy Orenian Empire, and that is where it must lie, in the past. While the beauty of Arentania will always remain first in my heart, the cliffs I call my home, I will ache for until my dying breaths. But I must leave, I must go into exile, for this new realm is not mine, and I seek peace in my final years. I pray GOD grants safety to all, and safety for myself, Joseph d’Azor, now that I leave my home behind, better memories for better days. Penned and signed by HIS GRACE, Joseph Ledicort, The Duke of Azor HER GRACE, Philippa Antoinette, The Duchess of Azor 33 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
annabanana1014 1631 Share Posted April 24, 2022 The eldest sister of Joseph, Diana Vuiller, would sigh as she read the missive. The woman would fold it neatly as she set it on her newly done alchemist counter, leaving it be as she did not seek to think about the troubles of it all. All she wished for was her family to remain together, yet it seemed like it could not happen. As she knew with Katya, she would not leave her current and new family astray. "By Our Blood, We Shall Rise" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Da_Emperors 1986 Share Posted April 24, 2022 Ledicort d'Azor would watch from the heavens as he remained disgusted with his heir and child. He would not whisper any prayers for him nor any of those whom wished the Empire ill will. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harald 2465 Share Posted April 24, 2022 Within the Seven skies, a simple priest would place his hand upon Ledicort's shoulder looking to him before his gaze turned down towards the realm of the living. A heavy breath leving him in dissapointment. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
excited 10833 Share Posted April 24, 2022 George Sarkozic prays for the forlorn former Archancellor to find his respite. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eryane 3629 Share Posted April 24, 2022 A few Orenians of the old empire watch on, Anastasia among them, from their souls’ resting place. “One day, he will understand,” she muttered to Philip. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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