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Casimir Marius Vilac read over the missive, a tear fell down his cheek and landed on the paper, leaving a small stain. Fire burned in his eyes then as he crumpled up the missive and threw the wad of paper towards a wall. "The Archduchess will pay with her life. And I will be there to watch the life leave her eyes." He took in hand his two swords and headed off towards the Jousting Pit in Petra to train. 

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Masuo of Yamatai reads the missive with furrowed brows, noting how the child is trying to postulate knowing of war, and attempt to trap their mother in guilt over actions. 

 

He'd chuckle, tearing the parchment into fertilizer. 

 

"Children and their naïveté." He'd surmise.

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"Dry and freshly dressed...as one should be" said The Shield Vigil as she sat in her writing table 

 

she sat back as she sighed thinking on what the King of Balian stated, she felt angered at the outcome for the descendants- which suffered in this war. Unnecessary death for what...a crown that will be passed on to someone worst?

 

These questions were ones that she wished she answered But had no sense

"Humans worst enemy, are not dwarves or Orcs, Elves or other....but themselves." 

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"These rich folk think it's any of our business to be dragged into their divorce affair! I just want to enjoy some damn tea in the tavern again." Matilda of Moere wasn't quite sure who she was talking to, as she more so grumbled to herself.

 

"God be with this child, but it's her father's fault for deciding to manipulate the people to act out brutally in his own lust for power. Her father's fault that his own people lay dead, dividing the homeland... How else would it have ended after attempting to overthrow the duchess? That she willing bends the knee to her consort?" She scoffed, and continued on trying to find the best bargain for quality bread. 

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"Another missive crafted by the toxic waste this man has fed my poor, impressionable children... The sad cuckold can only muster the support of kids and washed-up has-beens... Quite the shame, indeed, indeed." Renilde took up the practice of burning her letters, this being one of many she'd received in her days of reclusiveness. 

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Dmitry glanced over the missive with a great amount of surprise and nearly Admiration! “Now this is a girl who knows how to… Gaslight? I should be taking a few notes.”

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"A poor child manipulated by a cruel and murderous father; a vile creature without any sort of self-control that decided to throw his own nation into turmoil after finding out his wife cheated on him... how many more to die for this self-proclaimed Archduke?" a Knight asked; the tall man shaking his head slowly.

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Björn Mösu clasps his hands together and prays for those fallen in the fighting, signing the Lorraine once he was finished "Let's hope and pray that the fighting ends soon, for the sake of everyone both bystander and fighter."

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Father Paco Temesch hopes his first cousin (once removed) (who is an unproven floosey) gives this little brat the chancleta for speaking so vulgar to her madre.

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