Tomorrow Will Come [PK]

[DearConnorMurphy 189]

Tomorrow will come

 

 

A portrait of the former Princess Amicia de Joannes, painted shortly after her wedding

 

 

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Once more, Amicia rode on her elderly horse Artax towards her old home. She came here once every three months, not wanting to lose ties with them now that she lived in an entirely different country. Where her home in Sedan always reminded her of her husband, her home was a pleasant reminder of her sister and father, whom she had always dearly loved. She put Artax in his stable, fed him a nice carrot and readjusted her black cape for the small walk towards the keep. She had worn nothing but black since her husband’s passing so many years ago, and today was no different. However, she did like the way the white of the Haeseni snow looked on the darkness of her dress. She climbed the steps to the front door and entered the gates with a soft smile on her face.
 

“Mamej?” A small voice echoed through the halls. A young, black haired girl stumbled out of her room, a lantern clutched firmly in her hand. She could be no older than 4 years old, her eyes teary from the nightmare she had moments before. “Mamej? Are you there?” The girl asked once more, her bare feet moving slowly over the carpet. After a small walk, she finally reached the stairs towards her parents room. As she reached her fist forward to knock, the door creaked open. A tall, black haired man stared back at her, the whites of his eyes a deep red, the circles under his eyes extremely dark and his skin as white as the snow on the window. He looked incredibly annoyed, a sigh leaving his lips as if this was a daily occurance. “Amicia. Go back to bed.”

 

"I am ever so glad you have found some time to yourself.” The Princess Dowager told her sister. The two of them could not be more different. Her twin Adele was fair and blonde, incredibly intelligent and a little naive at times. Amicia, on the other hand, had inherited the darker hair from her father, was more creative and could be quite thorough and unforgiving. When Adele preferred to read, Amicia would write and play music. Where Adele married for love, despite her family's initial dislike towards her suitor, her own marriage had been fully arranged by her father by the time she was six. Though there was one thing they could always agree on: Family is the most important thing. 

 

The 8 year old girl frantically held her twin sister, squeezing her hand. “Adele, you need to breathe.” She urged her, taking some deep breaths herself. “Look, follow me. I’ll do it with you.” Amicia took a deep breath, looking at her sister with a great intent. She had to bide time until the servant could arrive with Adele’s special kit. It was a good thing it had been replenished earlier that week, otherwise the situation might have been more dire. As the blonde girl tried to breathe along with Amicia, the latter girl’s face lifted ever so slightly. “There you go. Well done. Keep going.” 

 

Amicia sat in the parlor, a basket of yarn next to her. She was knitting a pair of gloves, something she had done for all her children and grandchildren. She had always wished for them to come with her to Haense, however only her youngest son Peter had ever expressed the desire to come along. That, however, did not stop her from making the gloves. As she sat back in her chair, her eyes drifted to a painting of her and her family, back when her husband was still alive. It was one of the only paintings made of the complete de Joannes household, one where even the stillborn Julia was depicted. 

 

“Hello my love.” A small kiss was pressed against Amicia’s forehead. She was sitting in a chair on the balcony, her hands resting on her heavily pregnant stomach. The woman smiled in return, her head turning to look up at her husband. “This could be the last day where it is just the two of us, Frederick. Is that not exciting?” The man nodded in return, kneeling down next to her. “It is indeed.” As the pair watched the sun rise over the hills of Louisville, the couples’ child kicked once more in Amicia’s stomach. Just a few hours later Amicia would give birth to her first children: A beautiful set of twins. They would be followed by two more boys and one stillborn girl. 

 

With one more Hussarian cross, Amicia finished her nightly prayer. She put her hands on top of the bed, using the firm mattress to push herself back up on her feet. It was the final thing she did each day before getting herself ready for bed. Amicia opened the closet and took out a freshly washed nightgown. She brought it up to her nose and inhaled deeply. She had always requested her fresh nightgowns to be sprayed in her late husband’s favorite perfume, so to be able to carry his scent along with her, A smile came across the woman’s face as she would be reminded of the wonderful memories they had shared. 

 

Amicia helped the servants prepare the dining room, as she would always do for the after-mass tea. She was carrying a tray of ceramics out of the kitchen, when a soldier approached her in quite a haste. The woman’s eyebrows furrowed, a look of confusion spreading over her face. “Your Serene Highness,” the man spoke, deeply out of breath from his run up the hill. “You must come with me this instant. Something happened to the Prince.” Amicia immediately dropped her tray, the ceramics clashing and breaking into little pieces on the floor. Without a second thought she followed the soldier down the hill and entered the church. As she approached the hoard of people standing near the dias, her eyes managed to make out a small puddle of blood between the people’s legs. Amicia made her way through the crowd, all the air leaving her lungs as she recognised the body of her husband among the blood. She had never felt so hopeless.

 

Amicia would rest her head on the pillow, taking a deep breath. As she laid in the bed alone, her mind would wander once more. After a few minutes of wandering, her eyes would slowly close. However, shortly after she would be startled by a familiar, warm voice coming from her right. “Hello my dear.” She opened her eyes once more, her eyes needing adjusting to the bright light a few feet from her eyes. Within the bright light she would make out two silhouettes. It did not take long for her to recognise the first as it was one she had dreamed of every night. As her eyes adjusted, she could see his features more clearly. The same nose and dirty blonde hair she would recognise in almost all of her children. Frederick stood there in the light, holding a little girl: their lost daughter Julia. Next to them stood a man, almost unrecognizable to her. His gray hairs and dark circles were nowhere to be seen. His skin was clear, his ribs and collarbone were nowhere to be seen and his posture was straight. It was nowhere near the dying image of Johann that lived in Amicia’s head. This man looked healthy and happy, a picture of the man she had only seen in the first two years of her life. The woman sat up, threw the blanket from her legs and got herself off the bed. Almost in unison, Frederick and Johnan would lift their arms, welcoming Amicia in for an embrace. A big smile came across her face as she walked towards them, her own arms lifting as well as she closed the gap between all of them, falling into the arms of two of the most important men in her life.

 

 

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The following morning, Amicia Valerie de Joannes née Ludovar was found dead in her bed. She had passed peacefully in her sleep, a smile resting on her face.

 

 

 

Spoiler

OOC:

My goodness, what a ride I have had with Amicia.
I absolutely loved her and I wish I could have done more with her in her later years, however due to school and time zone differences it has not worked out.

I want to give a huge thanks to some of the most important people who supported me.

 

To Livrose:

I know you will probably not read this but I absolutely adored you.

Emma was Amicia's idol and a great rolemodel. Thank you for always helping Ami when she needed someone to talk to.

 

To Raijen:

Thank you for trusting me to be your firstborn daughter.

I have had a great time RP'ing with you and I can't wait to see what we shall do next!

 

To Hogo:

Thank you for entrusting me as your wife. I wish I could have done more, but time zones really do suck.

I do want to thank you for always having my back and for the RP, whenever we managed to link or schedules up to do so.

 

To Copowl:

Thank you for being the best sister ever and my wonderfull partner in crime.

I am certain Adele and Amicia will be up for more mischief once they are in the Seven Skies together.

 

And to everyone else:

Thank you for reading and believing in me. I will really miss Amicia but I can't wait to see what LOTC still has in store for me.

 

 

 

[HogoBojo 4725]

Prince Frederick I of Sedan would welcome his wife with a warm smile to the Seven Skies. “We are reunited at long last.” He’d say simply, overjoyed to see her once again. 

[CopOwl 1707]

Widowed, Countess-Mother Adele Ludovar knocks on her twin's door the following morning to wake her. She had frowned and sighed to herself at the state of her relationship with her closest confidant that morning, and gone to seek out her only sister for the two of them to share tea and go for a walk in the snow-fallen Otistadt countryside. She knocks a little bit harder on the door. "Amicia? Are vy still asleep?" She calls to the body inside, eventually losing her patience and pushing the door open. "Yam vyr twin, there's niething ea haven't seen befo--" 

 

A fearful and devastated cry fills the Keep at Ricksburg that morning, bringing servantry and family-alike running. Adele cradles the body of her dearest sibling as tears streak down her wrinkled cheeks. That other half of her, the piece that held her together, was broken. Her other half was gone. How could she go on much further than this?

 

Adele, alike Amicia, had been wearing her deep black mourning attire since the passing of her husband, though she wished she could wear such garments of respect twofold for the death of dear, sweet, kind Amicia. And things would never be the same without her.

[Dogged 2879]

Prince Joseph basks in the suns of Aeldin awaiting to meet his mother within the Seven Skies.

[Javert 9615]

Prince Louis weeps at the news of his Mother's death, having hoped to see her a final time before she passed. Nonetheless, Louis goes off to write to his siblings Joseph and Peter.

[livrose 1594]

Spoiler

i most certainly did read this! it was a joy rping with you, wishing you all the best <33

 

From the Seven Skies, Emma Karenina had continued her vigil over all her loved ones much like she had done in life. She had watched Ami’s last days, her goodbyes, had felt her pain of losing both father and husband. Johann’s girls would inhabit a special part of her heart. Even now, though it no longer pumped fresh blood, it still felt as full as ever.

 

When Amicia passed into the afterlife, Emma was waiting.

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

"Another one gone." A Kortrevich said as he glanced over the missive. He would then prop his feet up before the fire as he reminisced about what drama he caused in the Ludovar Household

[annanicole__ 2802]

As she reads the letter, Princess Augustina prays for Princess Amicia. "In my life, you were the only mother figure. You helped me believe in myself when I didn't think I could. Amicia, you will be missed. I appreciate your lessons” The letter is folded, and Augustina places it with the others in her locked box.

[erictafoya 3276]

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