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The Last Ride [PK]


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"He'll sleep easy tonight." Rasped a voice of an old Adunic man as he stood on one of many balconies to the estate of Cartref Mor, looking over the Norlandic lake to the south...

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Ser Hakon Ruric would shake Ragnvald's hand as he entered the Great Hall of the All-Father.

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Costantia would wipe her tears with her bee plushie as she cried and cried...

 

"You were our first nation to support and save the bees... You helped Balian in our defenses too... It was nice to have been by your side, Mister Bee Ally Friend..."

 

The girl would eat honey cakes in saddness...

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"Rest in peace, Valah. I had intended on having no repercussions to your people. Let us hope the next sees more light." The Royarch of Celian'or noted at the news.

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Lissa first learns of the King's demise while she is busy cleaning out Doctor Blackthorn's office. She simply nods with a frown. "Such a shame. He was a good King, and he will be missed." She finishes her task and decides its time to go home for the day. Only when the door closes does she allow herself to break down. The Adunian falls to her knees and leans against the wall, sobbing, crying, wailing into her hands. She thinks of their last interaction and wonders if she should have done more, if she should have said something else. Her corgi tries to console her, but its no use.

 

Ciaran can hear his mother's cries from his room in the attic, though he doesnt run to ask whats wrong. He knows. He's known about Ragnvald's passing, known before anyone else in the city. He knew the moment he watched the King leave alone on his horse, knew it would be the last time he would see the frail man alive. Ciaran stares out his window long after is mother's wailing stops, long after the moon rises and the sounds of toasts and celebration drift in from the tavern. He should be there, shouldnt he? Toasting the life of the King of Norland? The former Marshal? The man who treated him like a son? The man he'd called father as he watched him leave through the gates? He is still wearing his armor, having not moved from that spot on his bed since he returned home. He should go. No, as Overseer it is his duty to be there. Ciaran wipes his eyes one last time and stands to leave, but not before he takes a note from his pocket and sets it in his bedside drawer. The Adunian still hasnt read it, but he doesnt need to. Hopefully no one has to. One last adjustment in the mirror and he's off, already mentally preparing a toast to the life of Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric.

 

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"A mighty leader, and truly, a kind friend to the adunians. I only hope that he may find peace." The to be Lord of Cartref Mor would nod his head, a frown upon his scar littered features, before he rested the note on his desk. Curious, as to how the next several years would entail for his people. 

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A tear would go down Ragnar’s cheek upon receiving the missive. “It’s been an honor serving you, as my Marshal and as my King.” Would then say Ragnar to an empty room in his secluded tower.

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