The Madness of Grief

[Javert 5567]

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The Madness of Grief

An RP post by Javert

TW for self-harm, self-shaming, etc

 

 

 

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"She's dead, your Majesty."

 

The words hit Ragnvald like an arrow burrowing itself deep in his chest. They were the words that every Father dreaded, feared, and hoped they would never have to hear in their lives. As Ragnvald stood behind his desk, the guardsman who had informed him standing across the room, his mind struggled to process the words he had just been told. Astrid, his Daughter, his Only Daughter, had been reported dead. The Monarch struggled to keep his composure as rage, grief, and regret filled his mind.

 

"Who... killed her?" said Ragnvald in a voice soft yet cold, his hands resting on his desk as his head hung down. "We-- uh, we don't know, your Majesty." Ragnvalds fists balled, and he didn't bother to look up at the guardsman as he spoke once more. "Get out."

 

The Guardsman quickly exited the room and shut the door, leaving the King to his own thoughts. The more he stood in silence, the more he grew enraged and grief-struck. First, his lover had been taken from him in battle with there being nothing Ragnvald could have done. Now his daughter was dead, and there was nothing he could have done. His emotions reached a boiling point, and the King lashed out upon anything and everything nearby. His desk was flipped, chairs hurled across rooms, bookshelves brought to the floor, windows shattered, nothing in the room was spared from Ragnvald's outburst of emotion.

 

Ragnvald withdrew his dagger from his belt, and held it to his forearm. Everything in his mind was now yelling at him, screaming at him, cursing the man he had become and how much a failure he had been to allow those he loved die around him. 'Do it' he thought to himself. 'Your Father, gone. Your Mother, dead. Your Lover, dead. Your Daughter, dead.' Ragnvald struggled to hold the dagger as his hands tremored, his thoughts continuing to tear through him. 'You've gotten weak. How can a weak man lead his people through war? How can a weak man be loved by his people, or his family? What more awaits you in this life?' The thoughts were interrupted as the dagger clanged against the floor. Ragnvald held his hands on his face and sat on the floor, quiet but still conscious. Then, the thoughts returned, but singing a different tune.

 

'Your children need you. Those who look up to you need you. You have a responsibility, and you must uphold it.' Ragnvald remained seated on the floor, taking deep breaths as his hands remained on his face. 'Will you be able to see those you love again if you go this path? The All-Father does not allow those who take their own life to enter His Hall. Think of Friedrich, Astrid, all those who have fallen. If you wish to see them again, you must endure until it is your time.'

 

Ragnvald slowly rose to his feet, holding on to the wall in order to help him do so. He looked around at all the chaos he had caused in his office, then shed his tears once more. His Daughter was gone, and Ragnvald would mourn her death for the rest of his life.

 

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Threw this all together in under an hour, I apologize if it's poorly formatted. Regardless, I figured I would give a proper post to show how Ragnvald is truly handling the way things are going at the moment. And yes, this is strictly an RP post, do not meta this in any way.

 

[PerfectLittleLady 82]

Lissa hears the news through her son, who breaks down the moment the front door is closed. She does her best to calm him, until he’s too tired to shed any more tears for his greatest friend. 
 

Once her son is settled, she takes a deep breath. There’s someone else she needs to comfort. Herilissa leaves the Vildr clan home and heads straight for the palace. Hopefully Ragnvald isn’t too fargone.