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As the aged monarch found his equal depart the world soon after him, he was whole again. Whilst he had kept few secrets from Amadea throughout his lifetime, he had for so long kept one that caused her such pain. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve me for that. Didn’t deserve what I did to her. He still found himself thinking that even as they passed almost together. Yet there was more to their life and their marriage than that.

 

Memories returned to the aged king as though the pair were young again. A Prince and A Carrington-made-Basrid broke into the Carrington manor in search of Amadea’s memories. They walked through empty corridors in search of the things that mattered only to find it deserted. Karl, wanting to show off his strength, picked up a marble bust of Amadea to carry home. He thought of how it still stood within the halls of the Morrivi Palace. 

 

Another memory of all the time Amadea stole his eight-ball to never be able to finish a game of pool when she was mad at him, or just wanting to cause trouble. The betrothal dinner of Analiesa and Aleksandr before all hell had broken  loose and the king spoke of love. More memories, the first time the pair got a moment alone in the mazes of Karosgrad where he admitted his love for her. The first time they met, Amadea bald and made him a lion hat that the man still held close. Even the first cologne he;d received that he wore for all his life. The torrent of memories came thick and fast as she joined him, and he could only be thankful she’d come so soon. 

 

Without her, Karl was always lost.

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"You were two different warriors."

Marius Audemar, the once frightened Prince, reconciled with himself as he wiped at those slow falling tears upon his sleepless cheeks. Those tears which appeared akin to the rain which slickly fell against the stained glass panes of the St. Heinrik's basilica where he sat in utter solitude, hoping that prayer was a feasible means of connection between him and his departed parents. Could they hear him? He'd hoped so.

He had learned swordsmanship from his father, how to traverse the field of battle and how to allocate men to their respective troops. However, it was his mother who taught him how to captivate the heart of a person, to reach into their soul instill that rage and light ablaze the patriotism within, that taught him how to ensure each soldiers will to continue went on. It may have been his father that gave him his own fight, but it was his mother who fostered it.

It was all those moons ago when the Princeling was left shivering alone in the Royal Quarters hall, his face pallid, teeth chattering, and staring at the blank space on the wall where he could've sworn a beast of the void sought to get him. His mother and among all her sacrifices, came to the boys aid albeit his preposterous claims, aided him through the night, and fought off those foul beast which haunted the boy. He knew within her presence he could rest easy.

"It's your turn. Mamej. You watched over us for so long- you may rest easy now."

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"And I survive another one of my kin..." To Isa, there were very few people he could actually say he loved, he could count them on one hand. From his time in Oren to his self-exile to Ba'as then his return to Haense, there were very few people he held affection for. He did not come to Haense to make a new life originally, he was there to watch over his niece, one of the last Rhenyari in Almaris. The then Prince Karl came to him, asking for his permission to let Amadea assume the surname of Basrid, and formally join the House so that she may truly marry him as a member of nobility. Isa quickly allowed it, he knew she'd bring honor and prestige to the Basrid name, no this was really not about blood ties, but ambition... or was it? 

 

It was thanks to her however, that he was able to shed the past, and begin anew. It was thanks to Amadea that he wed once again, marrying the Lady Margot Baruch. It was thanks to her that his children were accepted not as foreigners, but as Haeseni. "It was thanks to you Amadea..." Soon after that Isa had a family once again, people to look after. Each time he'd go to count his children, he'd miscount, stopping at seven rather than six. 

 

"That's right, you were my niece..."

 

 

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Wilfriche Sigismund took a sip of water between shallow breaths and hiccups, all whilst crying his eyes out. 

 

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you totally slayed #queen

 

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Princess Sofia de Pelear found herself within the Hyspian church for a second day in a row now, candles flickering over the pews as she prayed at the delivered news of the Queens death.

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Laurent Sarkozic would remember the times near the Carrington Estate, especially the laughs and the drinking...

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Bishop Iosif smiled fondly on the memory of climbing the palace windows and talking to his cousin, the Queen, on the second storey as a child with his spoon in hand.

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As the sun began to set over the Prikaz, Esfir of Jerovitz holed herself up in the castle she had only spent a few years in - let alone married into. Dressed in blacks and a somber expression, she held a small baby boy, who slept soundly in the comfort of his mother's warmth as the Grand Princess would languidly drag her feet across the empty throne room.

 

With a pivot, she'd stand and stare up at the thrones upon the dias - once seated by those before her and now those who have passed. What will come, when she takes her place upon it? What will happen? How heavy is the Crown that is to sit upon her head? Is she ready? Would she ever be? 

 

The child stirred awake, grey-ish eyes staring up at the ceiling and the woman who kept him so dearly close. A gentle hand went to tuck a stray strand of black out of the boy's face then, with a struggled smile finding it's way upon his mother's features.

 

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"They would've loved you."

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Wolfgang de Vilain read the missive, saddened by the news of the Queen's palace. "Though many did not like your cats, I shall take care of them."  - "May you rest in peace, Queen Amadea." He spoke to himself, placing the missive down onto his table, standing for a moment of silence.

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"Didn't know her well, yet she was usually pretty respectful and didn't interfere in things where it would have just muddied everything." Conrad paused thinking  it all over. "Overall, not the worst queen in the slightest. Fact she went so soon after His Majesty shows that they cared for each other."

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A certain ginger, cursed by her own actions and the circumstances of life she found herself in, broke with each of the deaths of her loved ones. She could hardly bear to be on this mortal coil, especially with her paranoia of her husband dying. Yet she wailed, all night and into the morning, knowing it would not be possible.

 

For death would not reunite her with her family.

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Deep within the lands of the Ruthern duchy of Vidaus, Elizaveta walked the quieted halls of her home that had fallen into mourning as soon as the news had spread. Her lips were puffy and her eyes were red from hours of long sobbing at the grandmother - and Queen - she hardly had known. 

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Amongst the many cats moving about the common room, there was an elf that bore bright robes that stood above them. He'd lower himself to a knee, the housepets flocking to him once he had placed down a large silver tray of food. He'd remain silent, watching them eat, noting how quiet the room was. 

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