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"We did a lot together and let us 'ope d'ose after us do d'e same."

 

Agnar Grandaxe nods upon hearing the news.

 

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Ser Branimar Ludovar weeps after the death of his King.

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"Ich suppose we all dream of running away from it all at one point." Kleiner Wilheim remarked to himself as he later heard of Georg's departure, looking over those large rivers that encircled the Haeseni capital from the Barracks of the Brotherhood. "Perhaps one day I'll even join du one day, once mein sword rusts" A sense of longing rested in his tone as he spoke to himself, a moment too long wasted considering such. But the man turned away, making his way back onto his desk. Georg's time had come, yes, but his hadn't. He would do what Georg himself couldn't, that which they spoke of mere days earlier. And there was much work to be done to fulfill his words to a friend.

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Lord Stafyr, now only a husk of his former self, stared into the fiery flames of his family's hearth. The wheelchair bound man felt dead inside as his friend, Georg, departed.

"I'll be joining you soon enough, your Majesty..." The old Almannir muttered to himself as he threw the missive off to the side, tightening the blankets around himself as death itself nipped at him.

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Walter Weiss would come to miss Georg, even though the two had hardly spoken, he had seen to it, as had so many others that Haense was safe when it needed protection. To the Weiss, that was enough.

 

He signed the Hussaryin, and prayed for the Royal Family.

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"Rest in peace, G." said the King of Balian, picking out his black poncho for this mourning period.

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Aurelion stood at the docks end alongside Idril Sylvaeri and Ser Vlad, watching as the late King Georg I sailed off into the distant sea. He watched on for a long time, until the boat he'd built with his own hands drifted off over the horizon.

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Klara Elizaveta whispered a soft prayer from the Seven Skies.

 

Josefina Barclay gazed out across Valdev, before looking down at the unused teacup beside her. "Dravi, Georg."

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 Verónica looked towards and went to her sister’s side as the news of Georg’s departure from the world was broken to the ballroom. Rushing after Sofia as the, now queen-dowager bolted out of the room, even while chasing after her sister, she joined the cry of “Long Live the King!” to show her support for Aleksandr.


  Once in the royal chambers with Sofia and Francisco. Verónica did her best to comfort
her sister as she started to break down, her nieces whaling in harmony with their mother. She and Francisco did their best, but nothing can help a grieving heart, other than time..

 





  Verónica had never been close to the man that was like a second father to her husband Audo. The man that became the only one to win her sister Sofia’s heart. The man that stayed the night at Staalgrav the night of her wedding so he could recover from a friendly spar he took place in. It wasn’t for a lack of trying.. She had tried; the late Keong was so important to two of the most important people in her life but was also extremely busy. On her way home from comforting her sister, she reflected on the day and said a silent prayer, signing the hussar over herself as she walked.. She knew her husband and children most likely heard the news, but she still felt the need to talk with them about Georg’s death. Her time to mourn would be later, for now, she hoped that he was enjoying drinks with all those lost he will have now found



 

 

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Fabian Kortrevich stood, still, in the courtyard where hours before his uncle was before him. 

 

He had not known the man well. In truth he was unsure if he could've ever known him at all; a throne, Fabian thought, was a certain kind of divine stage, and whoever the man behind the crown was seemed likely to forever remain a mystery, even if the lord had spent another decade at his side. He had cried for him; was just finishing in that garden, though whether his tears were for the King he had known or the man he had hoped to, he was unsure.

 

After a breath, he stood somewhat straighter. Adjusted his sash. Fixed his cape. Thought of the Queen Dowager, searching the palace for her heartsick husband. Thought of the Queen Consort. Thought, of course, of his desk. Then he turned, and made his way back to the Prikaz walls built for a new king; a young king, and a queen who's court would need its shepherd.

 

There was, as always, work to be done.

 

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Georgina Helaine babbled in her cradle, her grandfather little more than a blurred memory and a trinket upon her shelves. Later, she would wonder for her namesake; burn in her very blood to know where he had gone.

But for now, the girl knows nothing of kings and their hearts, and cries for nothing but hunger.

 

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Brendell Colborn did not receive news that the King had died until he returned, tipsy and joyous from a well-spent honeymoon in Aaun. He did not stop dead in his tracks, like some, or weep openly in the streets, like others. In fact, the news did not really register at all until some minutes later after he'd went home. 

 

"Why, es et always when ve leave?" He spoke to the open window, where candles were already lit on the sill. He felt- not quite sad- moreso regretful. Of course, the passing of the King was distressing to the man, but he did not know him personally. Still, a tinge of regret remained in his heart. A question of 'what if?'

 

"Long live ve Koeng."

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