HIRAETH

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HIRAETH

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The youthful hues of Vivienna Adelaide traced up ivory walls. 

 

Ivory walls that had seemed to have faded to gray a bit whilst the rain tapped atop the roof of the castle. Her view of the place had changed since she could remember some time ago. She walked the solemn halls now, a place she seldom left as a child, she was now never to return to. She could almost feel the presence within the halls that had once been bustling with courtiers, though with a sharp turn of her head the imagined rustles of passer-byers dissipated into the cold air of Castle Stassian. 

 

Her hand rose as she continued on, the empty halls seemingly growing longer as she trudged onward, her fingers tracing the lines along the wall as she passed them by. For one last time she climbed the stairs leading to her room, the steps seeming even higher than they’d ever been. Her gaze shifted as she reached the landing, her eyes glancing down the hall opposite her own before pushing herself through the threshold into the Royal Quarters. 

 

The girl sat first, slowly allowing herself to lay atop her neatly made bed. Her eyes, peering through the slats of her room divider at the wall across. Her form sat completely still, a sensation built up within her. A slight pinch from within her nose prior to the cascade of tears from her eyes and down her face. 

Her eyes closed then, the darkness of her eyelids flooded with bright memories of her childhood- of her mother. Once more her eyes opened, and those memories were washed away like sand on a beach. All that was left was the overbearing silence of her room, only broken by the heavy breaths of the child resting atop of covers. 

 

 

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Sebastien’s studies were interrupted by missive given to him by the maids concerning the surrender of Oren to Acre and by addition, his family there. He deep sigh illuminated from the Savoyard. “They have lost so much, Father- Mother, and now their titles.” The boy said to himself, setting the paper down upon his desk. “I feel for my cousins- though I have no doubt that they will be alright. I should send a letter letting. Them know they shall be welcome here.”