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A Childs Prayer | Siege POV


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The day, that day, would one be burned forever into the Hyspian Princesses mind.

It’d haunt her dreams, her waking moments, awakening her as her frightened gaze darted about those first nights since.

She’d weep and cry and pray, much like she did the day of the siege.

It was still all so fresh.

 

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Princess Sofia de Pelear, merely fourteen years old, had awoken within her recently renovated tower of the Ciudad de Plata palace. The ministrations of day to day life was had, a Lady-in-Waiting brushing her hair, breakfast being delivered upon the table as she sat with her family, uttering out a prayer before breakfast.

It was all so simple. 

Peaceful in its own way, with its mundane likeness to the young girl.

It was simple until it wasn’t.

Her father, Viceroy Cesar de Pelear stood tall, strong as he rallied the house guard, this coming shortly after breakfast as he was called from their table. They were to protect Haense, to protect their people and ensure the day was not lost.

Her guard, her friend, she’d taken Wyn to the side mere moments before they left for the capital. Teary-eyed and frightened, she peered up at him and with all of her usual demands bleeding into one, and her vulnerability and moment of weakness showed, she’d state with no lack of strength to her tone.

“If you die, I will kill you.”

And so they marched.

Armor, it felt so cold against her skin at first. The pieces a bit too big, fitting not quite right as she’d never donned it in her life. Soon, though, that cold turned suffocating. Sweat beaded.

Had she ever sweat before?

Had she ever felt that sweltering heat bearing down on her?

The soldiers gathered, from many a nation, many a vassal and she could feel her heart thudding frantically in her chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

If she hadn’t known better, she may have thought she was running a fever.

Her gauntleted hand clasped at her sisters, that feeling all too strange as she felt Veronicas small hand in her own and as the words of her father came down the line, they were sent to the palace to await what may happen.

 

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And so they rushed.

The jostling and clanking of armor sounding, the heavy breaths and pants as they paused in the grand foyer. Fabric rustled, a medic preparing a med-bay for those injured during the siege and footsteps sounded.

The Princess Royal was soon leading them, the woman keeping careful steps as it went round and round deep into the crypts, grip ever so tight against the wall and pews, movements tight due to her pregnancy.

They’d made it.

Sofia removed her helmet, taking in the stale crypt air with shuddering gasps leaving her as she kept close to her sister, worried for her family and friends undergoing the siege outside. They sat upon a mattress, and the scent of blood soon seeped into the crypts, cloying the air and the stench choking up the space.

Many a time, a perfume bottle rose, spritzing the area around them but it’d only help so long. Leathery scents adding to the blood, honeyed scents only highlighting it in turn.

Then, the prayers began.

Never had she prayed to GOD so much in a day and yet, the prayers spilled out, leading the fellow children within the crypts in prayer as the adults spoke in their own corners, worrying over what was happening above.

"Saint Edmond, as our soldiers go into battle today, grant them fortitude and protect them. Pray for God to show mercy to the dead, and that in hoping for victory today, we may win the peace tomorrow.”

 

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One after another, it’d come forth, whispered and cried as the thudding booms crashed and rocked the ceiling above. Dust and debris filtered down, and more joined them. 

The Princess Royal, she’d collapsed against the wall and her water had broken. 

Medics overwhelmed by the injured above, it was the mothers, mothers who’ve had babies of their own previously that saved the day. They led the woman through her birth, even as the cries and prayers of the people echoed around the crypts.

And so a little girl was born amidst dread and disaster.

 

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A meteor struck soon after. It rocked the palace, delivering destruction and renewing the cries and prayers with a fervor.

The Princess Royal seized, and the injured were delivered down below as the scent of blood grew only stronger and the children in the back prayed and pleaded, wishing to be with their parents, to go home, to see another day.

And yet, the crypt was not safe.

The buzzing of bugs within the walls sounded, echoing and shaking the walls. 

The Haense gates at the front were overtaken.

And evacuation went underway.

 

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The previously seizing Princess is carried, her newborn baby lost within the crowd as the girl is brought to safety.

Sofia kept her hand in Veronicas, frantic whispers sounding as she feared losing her sister in the now converging crowd.

One last prayer was said and they were off.

Rushing up the steps with Ser Walton leading the way.

Coverings taken from windows, the carpets, a dress to protect from the flames raining down.

Feverish pleas and cries coming forth from the evacuees, as they made way for Reinmar.

 

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Fire.

Fire was the first thing Sofia noticed upon the exit of the palace. It overtook the sky in a terrifying kaleidoscope of burnt oranges and bloody crimsons, almost beautiful in its misery.

The plop of something wet was felt as they made their escape. Then another. And another.

Blood.

Blood rained down on them, drenching those in their escape.

But they did escape, they made way to Reinmar, taking refuge within yet another basement.

This one was smaller. The press of the bodies were all too tight. The stench of blood, sweat and fear clogging the very air as the children of the group pressed close, frightened they may lose each other in the chaos.

More injured are ferried in.

 

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News came, as her dear friend Wyn entered, delivering more injured.

He was okay. Uninjured. Her father is alive.

And then he was gone, back off to fight.

And news soon came, of the triumph in the battlefield.

The group rushed, pushed as they exited the basement of Reinmar, cries of joy and relief sounding as they poured forth in their effort to go home to Karosgrad.

Her family made it. Her friends are alive. She is alive.

 

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As she went home that night, peeling off bloodied pieces of armor in favor of silken dresses and dinner around the table with her family following a prayer, she knew one thing.

She’d never think of it as mundane again.

 

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Thought I'd do a POV post of my persona and what it was like during the Siege! This isn't common knowledge, nonetheless and so you'd need to find out RPly from her!

 

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Amity was the goat for the children during the siege, she could not believe she wasn't mentioned.

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8 minutes ago, Kitomine said:

Amity was the goat for the children during the siege, she could not believe she wasn't mentioned.

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Brain too tired, don't murder me 😭 Was writing it while it was still mostly fresh

 

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Laurelie would still be fighting off panic attacks after that night. Seems war of all kinds has followed her since she was a little girl. At least the baby was born as safely as possible. 

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