ibiou 1570 Share Posted March 7, 2023 A PATRIARCH GONE6th of Joma Ag Ugmund, 467 | 6th of Sigismund's End, 1914 It is with a heavy heart that the baronial house of Godunov announces the death of Baron of Verskaya and former Lord Marshal, Sviatoslav Jaroslavich Godunov. Passing away peacefully in his bed in the early hours of the 3rd of Joma Ag Ugmund in the year 467, Sviatoslav was surrounded by his family in his final moments. It was well known around the realm that the baron had succumbed to long term illness in the last decade and kept on bed rest until he no longer could leave the Verskayan vicinity. Sviatoslav was a father, husband, friend and comrade to many in the kingdom and his loss shall carry its weight to those closest to him. After becoming Lord Marshal of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and furthermore granted a peerage under King Karl III, his legacy shall forever be one to look up to in terms of milestone achievement and loyalty to the Crown. In remembrance of their late patriarch, House Godunov shall undergo an extended period of mourning where all flags shall be lowered to half-mast at the barony’s keep. Those who wish to mourn the death of Baron Sviatoslav are invited to visit Verskaya (with a letter in advance to Lady Alyona), where a memorial statue shall be made in his honour. Candles will be provided if one wishes to pay their respects. IV JOVEO MAAN,Her Ladyship, Manon Yvaine Godunov of GuiseBaroness-dowager of Verskaya, Court Alchemist of the Petra, The Star Lord, the Ghost of Guise, the Starling Stag Her Ladyship, Alyona Rhetta Sviatovna Godunovof VerskayaHeir-apparent to the Barony of Verskaya 17 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
esotericas 1553 Share Posted March 7, 2023 Manon Yvaine’s breath weighed heavy in her chest as she read the missive. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw her husband’s face, nor felt the warmth of his arms. Permissible, both. It had been love once but that love had turned to ice, in the years before he left. Illness. As if. Alyona’s name, penned on the bottom of the death of her father. Some sort of irony to be found there, but Manon was perhaps too preoccupied to notice it. "Promise-maker, and promise-breaker both." The rosy memories of a forbidden romance escaped her recollection, there in the self-imposed prison of her own mind. Manon did not remember walking, hand in hand. She did not remember the stolen kisses, the daring escapes, the evenings spent side by side at taverns across the continent. She remembered the recent days. An empty bedside, children so used to the absence of their father that they have stopped asking for him. Manon remembered Courts, Duma sessions, curses and orders, ignored in equal measure. The Alchemist laughed to herself. It echoed off the stone walls of her underground laboratory. Rang out of the glass of the windowpane. Whistled out through the ventilation shaft. It was a laugh that left the air humming. "Good riddance, mon corbeau." The notice let off a pleasing stream of sparks as it burned. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Itz_Cookie 1732 Share Posted March 7, 2023 Aelita bowed her head and muttered a small prayer after hearing the news of her father. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NLThomas 1066 Share Posted March 7, 2023 "About bloody time he died." Proclaims a old Knight from his chambers upon reading the notice. "Shame ea did niet get to do it myself, but at least the wicked bastard is dead." He states with spite and throws the paper off into the trash. Shortly after tending to his scars inflicted by the former Lord Commander. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ibiou 1570 Author Share Posted March 7, 2023 "Ea 'ave always been told Ea look like mea papej." A younger Alyona had shown a friend around Verskaya one morning. They had come across Sviatoslav's bust in the main hall, his expression one of familiarity to the younger Godunov - a cold, deadpan glare etched in stone. She didn't come here as often as she liked, but she was one of the only ones who did. There had always been complaints that the barony was too far out from the capital, and that the carriage through hills and valleys and mountains always made one sick after. Alyona liked it here though, for it was tucked away from the world, a place where she and her father could talk. It was him who had told her what her legacy was, and that she was destined for a path of political greatness. The missives, Hoonse leadership - it was all from his motivation. The day that her father had given her the Godunov heirlooms, she had been so remarkably proud of where she came from. Older now, yet not old enough, Alyona sat on the chair by her father's bedside. Her eyes, solemn and tired, glanced to the empty sheets. The bob she used to sport, the one that made her the spitting image of her father, had grown into a wild and untameable mane of curls. Sviatoslav was gone, and she knew that, but truth be told that she could hardly see him in herself anymore; that is what scared her the most. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Franczhiz 4053 Share Posted March 7, 2023 Jaroslav Vladimirovich Godunov, founder of the House Godunov, welcomed his son in the Seven Skies. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CanadaMatt 686 Share Posted March 7, 2023 Anatoily hearing news of his father's passing would lock himself away at the harbour house scratching his dagger away at his room wall. And the barony home would be the last place he'd want to go, not wishing to see his father in such a state any longer, his father was his role model and arguably who he mostly looked up to and attitude wise resembled. " ea am... niet allowed to cry" Anatoily would state as he finished etching the words on the wall setting the dagger to the side 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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