A Letter of Resignation

[Smol 2229]

A Letter of Resignation

 7th  OF HARREN'S FOLLY  OF 1923  IST                                                                                                                      

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To His Grace, the Duke of Adria,

 

With deep reverence and a heavy heart, I pen this missive to you. As a servant of our once great Dumacracy, I have had the honour of serving with utmost loyalty and dedication for many years. However, it is with regret and sadness that I must now tender my resignation from my duties to the Duchy of Adria.

 

My Lord, as you know, my health has been waning in recent times. Despite my best efforts to persevere, my condition has taken a toll on my ability to perform my duties with the excellence our Duchy deserves. Therefore, in the interest of maintaining the highest standards and the honour that our Duchy represents, I must take this step for the good of the land.

 

With gratitude and appreciation, I reflect on my time in the Duchy. I have been inspired and motivated by the nobility and dedication of Your Grace and the members of the court. Serving alongside skilled and capable individuals has been a privilege that I will always cherish.

 

In closing, I must acknowledge the trust and confidence Your Grace and the court placed in me during my time in Adria. While I will hold certain memories and relationships dear, I cannot, in good conscience, express any genuine gratitude for all I have witnessed throughout my tenure.

 

All that has happened, all that has been done in the name of Adria has been done from hands once good, now turned immoral. Our soldiers, little better than common brigands, have scoured many Canonist lands. They kill innocents at night and kidnap women and children from their homes. What is left of our now meagre population glorifies these horrific acts, fearing not even an ounce for their immortal souls.

 

When I first set foot with Adria, we were not the barbarians we are today. Veletzia was a jewel within the United Kingdom of Aaun; the hand which gave everything, perhaps even the world, to Adria so that it would thrive. Once we had fairness and lawfulness, but truly any chance for that vanished when the Good Varoche, Sigismond and his eldest son Charles were executed. I never thought Heinrik could be so cruel but having a father watch his own son’s beheading… It has unsettled me ever since.

 

I have tried my best within Adria, but these have gnawed at me and my illness does not allow me to tolerate what Adria has become any longer. I’ll miss what Adria once was, but not what is left of its pitiful remains. Forever I’ll be grateful to those who gave me a chance in the early days.

 

Kind Regards,

 

Her Ladyship, Allessandra de Vend,

The Librarian

 

[tilly 5115]

Renilde reads the missive with wide, unblinking eyes. “Good for her, to tell her truth like this,” she told her tea partner, Sir Laurens, over the rim of her cup, eyes crinkled into a smile. 
 

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[Marshi 1184]

The Countess of Aldersberg smiled as she read the missive. "Perhaps I should invite Allessandra over for tea, its been ages since we saw eachother"

[Chorale__ 2147]

1 minute ago, tilly said:

Renilde reads the missive with wide, unblinking eyes. “Good for her, to tell her truth like this,” she told her tea partner, Sir Laurens, over the rim of her cup, eyes crinkled into a smile. 
 

@Chorale__

Sir Laurens simply agreed with Renilde on the matter, "Oui, as my mother always said -- the truth shall set you free" he quipped, taking a sip of his tea, pinky-up, the correct way to drink tea.

[Nooblius 7965]

The young Count of Aldersberg had just seen Allessandra on her way out of Velec. Markus lets out a deep sigh as he lifted his gaze upwards. He gave a prayer to Godanistan, and held hope that the virtue of Adrians might shine once more.

[marikandaperc 1817]

The lips of a blind hybrid curled up into a smirk. "Truly a powerful woman." she stated to her nephew, who had brought over the news. 

[Dymase 270]

A cold sneer cracked across the Bayac's face as he read the missive within his room. "Illness?" mused he, folding the paper neatly and setting it upon his desk. "Perhaps she is just hungry. . ."  He turned for the door of his home then, that cruel smirk still plastered upon his face. He chuckled, uttering a malefic, "We shall see each other soon."

With that, the door slammed shut as he strode out into the night.

[craneia 232]

Tired eyes skim over that missive. With furrowed brows - Nadia sets that letter down on the sofa beside her. A prayer of sorts is uttered from that vasoyevi... "Do nem betray the trust of us all."  Perhaps it is a plea. 

[Enlightenment 2295]

John Blunt scanned the missive, shortly breaking into a cackle, “Another Adrian leaves the Renatians, god bless!”

[MakeshiftFoxxo 313]

Euleriphis would read the missive, before an extended sigh came from the elf. "Damn," was the only thing the elf could find to say, admiring how direct and honest she was. 

[SethWolf 2340]

Walter was picking up his mail in Karosgrad before jaunting over to one of the many sweet shops that lined the streets.

He looked down to see one of the copies of such a missive in a half-frozen mud puddle.

He bent down, to pick it up and he scanned over the missive. Some of the words were too big for his eight-year-old mind, but he managed to pick out a lot of the words like "Adria" and "Allessandra de Vend". His eyes widened.

 

"Mea governess is an Adrian?!" He bawked!