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Rosie-Posie Sackville sat infront of the palace, her cards spread across the floor. One card particular had caught her eye. "oi knew it!" she lowered the card, revealing it to her spectators "T'e card do naylie!."

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15 minutes ago, tadabug2000 said:

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.

Verónica Joined her sister in the Hyspian church

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Felix had never met the queen personally, but as he sat in the church he often did, he pondered if Karl was happy now that his wife would now greet him in a place where there would be no meetings, no war, no intrigue or ambition. 

He clasped his hands together, and he prayed for both of them. 

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Another day, Dame Giovanna Barclay another life. Simply to prepare for the transaction of power, would be her duty, yet, she couldn't ignore the ping of pain within her heart to see the royal couple go. Part of her mind that was still childlike simply figured they'd be there forever, a strange sobering cold washing over her as reality checked in.

She was an adult.
The old generation is taking their rest.
It was simply time for her generation to ensure the future of the nation.

As she silently poured a bottle of carrion black in the old couple's honor, offering a small prayer for the best in their next life.

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Grand King Agnar Grandaxe sends his condolences once more towards the Barbanov family and its Kingdom.

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"Didn't despise her like the ginger, nor endeared her like sweet Emma. . . but she waz proper and dobre for the Kongzem and itz denizens, and that'z what matters."

 

"Koengs and Koenas seem more and more to just kome and go. . " Tavisha ruminated this fact, as she now moved on to serve the 4th Monarch of her lifetime.

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On seeing the missive, Audo Weiss scrunched it up and threw it down. He took a deep breath. The old era was gone, the new would come. That's just what he had to tell himself.

Perhaps there was good in the both the King and Queen went together. Perhaps, if GOD was willing, this would lay the road for something better to be built without fear of being in the shadow of what was before. If GOD was willing, He would guide Georg well through the transition. 

But Audo took a breath. Life seemed to just be like this; things changed, whether you wanted them to or not.

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Ophelie de Falstaff silently mourned the woman she might have called mother, in another life.

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Nursing a weary headache, The Duke of Vidaus wrapped both hands tight around his cup. He should have to escape for a while and be free of his wife's wailing, for The Queen had dealt him one last wound by leaving no reprieve in their misery.

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26 minutes ago, tadabug2000 said:

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.

Laurelie de Pelear would join her child and pray

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So much is lost to those so small; Memories of those who held them, or the way the voices of their loved ones chimed about the rooms, how they were doted over, the attention they were once given. 

Mariya's eyes only took in the colors, her attention being pulled one way or another by laughter or idle conversation at that last dinner. Only then, in her father's arms, did she happen to catch glimpses of her grandmother. The little princess gummed on her fingers and simply watched:
What would she learn from this woman? Who was she? How much would they love each other? 

Questions lost to the world as the woman faded before the girl's second year. However, the princess would eventually grow alongside the curiosity she held of her grandmother's nature, and she would adore the paintings of the late Queen Amadea and only hope she too could be as great as her. 

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I recall once a man…

 

The vineyard stretched as far as the eye could see, and only in the narrow distance could the landlord's manor be made, where the grapes were turned to wine. The gentle autumn sun of Ba’as bathed the young Prince, who was scarcely an adult, in a sombre light. With his basket in hand, he made his way from tree to tree, carefully picking their clusters of grapes and bringing them with him as he continued on.

 

The aged Rhenyari joined him then, despite their years of working together on the vineyard, Georg had never managed to learn his name, or at least it escaped him. “Eiso, affendi,” greeted the Bihar, and the elder returned a meek wave of the hand, and as the two made their way down the rows of trees, the elder spoke of the family which he had once had.

 

He described to him his oldest son, Yusuf, who had trained to become a soldier all of his life, though he later suffered an injury during a training exercise, which caused him to be a cripple for the remainder of his life. Having been unable to stand the thought of never being a proper soldier, Yusuf had taken his own life.

 

Who told me that…

 

He then moved on to his two daughters, Darya and Dido, a pair of twins. The two had both been creatives, masters of expression, the elder deemed. Darya had pursued the quill and ink, writing a myriad of stories throughout her life, which was taken preemptively during a burglary of the manor she had managed to purchase for herself. Dido, however, had opened a confectionery, and married a wealthy venture capitalist who helped fund her, though he was eventually struck with an affliction of the mind, which caused him to murder his wife.

 

Then he brought up his youngest son, a beacon, he called him. Kasper. He had bounced with energy from a young age, though energy had quickly turned to illness, and before he had even reached the age of thirteen, Kasper had spent seven years sickly, and passed in what the aged Rhenyari described as the purest agony he had ever witnessed.

 

The love for one's family…

 

He spoke of his wife, Esther, who he had met as a young man while peddling wares in a city bazaar. He said that he had immediately been taken with her beauty, and that he begged her night and day for two weeks before she finally accepted his proposal to go on a walk along the city river together. After that, he felt as though they had spent every moment together in bliss, but the pregnancy with Kasper had been a difficult one, and she never quite recovered from it, passing some weeks after.

 

Then we came to his father, the fine Damian. Damian had been a farmer throughout his entire life, and the aged Rhenyari had been the third of six children. His older brother, Hafez, had been the one to inherit their father. But he still fondly remembers his father, who had taught him everything he knew in life, and had encouraged him to pursue the path of music, which had been his passion in his youth. Damian, however, could not live forever, though he made it to a comfortable old age.

 

Is the greatest love there is.

 

But his mother, Zoe, were one he had been the closest with. She was the one who had taught him how to sing from a young age, the one who had threaded together all of his clothes throughout the years, the one who had encouraged him to pursue Esther, and she had been the first to visit once word had reached that his family had grown. Through his life, it was his mother who had been his rock, and the two had been inseparable as she reached old age. He had retired from music to be her caretaker until her last days, and she had died holding his hand.

 

Dusk had begun to fall over the duo, the sun settling comfortably behind the landlord’s manor. Georg grabbed his own basket, and hoisted up the elder’s as well, carrying the two grape-filled baskets with ease, as he made his way to manor with the older man in tow. “Haristo, Adefos, for your story.” The Prince stated in thanks as the two departed to their own chambers.

 

I realised all too late that he was right. I am sorry, Imma.

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Earnest would miss the horrified expressions of the king and queen when he cooked with too much spice, but he'd find he thought of Amadea the most, when he was ordering more of her expensive vanilla icecream he so often blatantly stole when he was stoned out of his mind. "Ought t' name this after her," he considered aloud to himself, restocking the kitchen stock.

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"How does this possibly affect the Duchy of Shat's legacy?" Konstanz Barclay pondered aloud to himself, meanwhile a nearby servant would prepare a bottle of whiskey for the man. Having a Duke and Duchess of Shat pass in such quick succession would surely do little to help the title's trade value... truly a worthy topic for the Duke to ponder as he made his way to the nearest balcony.

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Very well written post shay


You were a good queen and the days of prosperity you and Karl reigned over will be missed. 
Rest in peace Amadea. 🙏

 

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