HANNES' FALL and THE BARON'S FOLLY

[DahStalker 3692]

    It was the memory of goat milk she first recalled. The sweet delicacy she had always indulged on since her youth, and the first subject entertained when they had met. A mere girl of five years nearly six sent away for ballet school, within the chaotic citadel of Vienne. It was that flaxen-haired Baron who had offered to calm her, stressed to the core in the middle of a wine party ran by House Rosius.

     When war rattled her Kingdom, she had found that he had been taken prisoner, viewed untrustworthy and yet still honorable, bound to the Prikaz. However, instead of looking toward her in vain because of her alliances and differences, he opted to aid in raising her. It had been four years and more he lingered there being part of her life; goat milk, tea parties, ballet, sparring, reading and lullabies. Aspects she would've not been able to personally enjoy due to the loud and large frenzy of her own family. 

      As she was proposed to, she celebrated and cheered, gripping to that newfound ruby tangled around her nape. She knew Hannes would be happy and have words of wisdom to spare and promptly she made time to visit. Yet as that letter was grappled in her hands, she felt all fall around her. "Oh-... oh, nejt." She'd utter softly, knees buckling below her frame as she ascended to the floor in a heavy thud. "Fadir..-.." The girl began, having already loss her beloved great grandfather and other fatherly figure to comatose. "Fadir!" A hoarse weep, and she began to mourn.