The Heart of the King

[AnimeWolf0080 1493]

Once word reached Laurelie de Pelear she would rush to Sofia's ( @tadabug2000 ) side, trying to be a comfort to her. "Goden watch over his family, and please welcome him into the seven skys with open arms." she thought.

[SapphirePool 1098]

The fading and forgotten Princess of a faraway land received a notice long after the rest of the world knew. Secluded away for her own sanity, she lived a simple life far removed from her youngest years. The Princess Persephone, known as Percy to her oldest friends had always snuck away from the Grand Duchy of Balian to visit Karosgrad, where she and Georg became fast friends. The woman reminisced on many friends made as she tried to keep the good memories at the forefront of her grief. Annoying Aleksandr by calling him Sandy. The way Valdemar didn't even flinch when she coined him 'Whaledemar". And Georg, the kindest of souls in her youth. She often came to him for advice in her worry, as she feared the thought of being married off as a political pawn. "If that happens, you can just come here!" she consoled her. 

Such would never occur, and she married for love. As each stepped into their adult duties, the two only kept in contact occasionally. Persephone now regretted not visiting Karosgrad at the end, even occasionally. She tried to remember the last time they had exchanged pleasantries. It was for naught though, the damaged womans memories clouded from past injury. Instead, she held onto those younger years, the childish antics of the group of friends which all converged around Georg, the kindest boy. 

[tadabug2000 3506]

The Queen Sofia of Hyspia - now Queen-Dowager, felt her heart drop as the news had been delivered towards the end of the Lifstala ball. She rushed, unable to believe such words that were said, she saw him just earlier and soon she found herself kneeling beside the cribs of her sweet girls. One merely one years old, and the other one month old. She wailed, and cried, much like her own children did who sensed her distress - as her brother and sister stood at her back, offering comfort for the newly made widow.

[marslol 672]

As the King parted the shores of Aevos for the first, and last time, a pair of stalwart steely eyes from the Heavens above seemed sure to look after him - from wherever they may rest in the Seven Skies.

 

Come terrible storm or tempestuous wave, they would always be watching over her Georg, with a familiar kind and knowing smile.

[Amelica 223]

A young elfess belatedly received the news from her mountaintop home. She was older now; the twinkle in her eye lived on, but she was older nonetheless. "It's a shame," said she, "that we never scheduled that cooking class."

[Frawlic 266]

Xénia Korvacz received the news later than she wished upon leaving the Lifstala Ball early. It was not too long ago that she had become acquainted with the King. She was unsure of how to process the information but would be sure to offer condolences whenever she found it necessary.

Her newfound friendship had been cut short.

[Kaladin Stormblessed 635]

Beyond the clouds, a certain man observed the pair with great care. He watched intently as his king - the last King he had faithfully served - embarked upon his last journey.

[TeawithFrisket 2636]

Frisketa seemed to frown, in the streets of numendil as she looked down at the missive.

 

”I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him…just like esper….”

[Dyvynarth 12]

Within the city of Haense, a certain spectre searched for a friend. Having heard the news, the ghost knew seeking would be pointless in the end. Wich left the phantom upset as they attempted to process the newly learned information. 

[MissToni 3487]

Ileana Kortrevich would end up deeply missing her uncle after he had left the shores of Haense. Praying for his health and whatever it was he was looking for before she would go back to preparing for another training for the new initiates of Haense that would become fine soldiers of the BSK. She would make him proud, she thought to herself.

 

Katerina watched from the seven skies as Georg stepped down from his responsibilities as Koeng and let a new one take over. A warm smile on her visage.

" And so the cycle of the Crown continues, wonder what burdens shall trouble this one"

[Frostdrop1 876]

Audo heard the news while meticulously mapping the cities of Aevos - perhaps a skill he had long left untouched, but one taught under his tutelage from Georg. A skill that sat dormant, and patient, and as a testament to the great belief Georg had shown in the young veteran.

 

 

 

His pencil stilled as he came to finalise the tallest contour marking of a mountain - a line which enraptured him for the next few seconds in quiet reflection.

 

 

 

Georg, as he recalled, had always seemed so free of burden. He'd never chosen to express it - not to georg, for the man felt so otherworldly at times - but the pressure on the common-born boy to take upon the mantle of peer had always weighed heavy. His life had seemed destined to one of caring for his younger siblings in his father's extended absences. Absences that had been filled by a number of figures, including Georg. And, yet, he had been thrust into becoming so much more.

 

 

 

It may be that Aleksandr would feel such a burden too. That he might hide it, too. Audo could only quietly wish the man well. For, in all his absences of work, and all the relationships that he had strained, the one had had never managed to even begin kindling was that of Aleksandr - though, despite that and despite himself he could bit help but view the king-to-be as yet another younger brother if only from their shared connection to Georg. It was a fact so silent, not even his wife was privy to.

 

 

 

Lifting his head, the viscount took a deep breath. Later years had seen little shared between them, yet Audo had always retained a fondness for the fatherly figure of Georg: the only man he had trusted enough to seek beyond the realms of practical advice, to trust him with the vulnerabilities of love.

 

 

 

Hia gaze turned, lifting to a map of Talon's Roost upon his basement wall. More specifically, to the ocean. Perhaps the two had always shared more than he thought. A faint smile graced him as he recalled his wish to explore the world, a wish he shared with Veronica. And yet, while such a thought brought some comforting connection with the news, it didn't remove the edge.

 

 

 

Georg had started his adventure into the great unknown. Audo had, yet, much to do in Valdev. He had to support the new koeng with all his ability. He had to be here for the people if the kongzem. He had to be there for the Weiss.

 

 

 

"Godspeed, Georg." The ward-turned-peer muttered quietly and, for once, with total informality. "... Things will be dobry at home. Ea promise."

 

 

OOC: it's been a blast, gus. I can't thank you enough for getting involved with me and just generally being awesome.

 

[Apotolofo 1414]

Wordlessly, the flame-haired elfess whistled for her steed, swinging herself atop the scarlet bokolo she rode to Haense. Hera was sure the once Queen Sofia would require more comfort than ever before. 

[indiana105 2139]

"Dead? The king is dead?" Ser Arthur could almost not believe the news, though he knew it in his heart to be true. The knight had been tending to his armour, idly beating the dents from it with a hammer. It was a strange thing he felt. The two did not speak often, for they were far too different in character. The king was fond of his women, his poetry and literature, while Arthur lusted only for battle. Despite this, the knight had sworn every moment of his life to serving this man. And now he was dead. 

 

"Leave a man to 'is thoughts," he grumbled to the squire that'd delivered the news. The boy nodded, and slammed a clenched fist against his breastplate. Bells resounded through the streets as the squire set off down the dusty cobbles. 

 

He struck hammer to steel as those thoughts came back to him. He thought of his Duchess, dressed in black once more, and how he would go to her. He thought of the traitor, and her bloodied head rolling from the block. He thought of his sister, twisted and broken in a cell. And finally, he thought of the prince. The man who had ridden at his side throughout it all. A man of war. A man he could call friend.

 

Visions of fire came to him. Then of blood staining red walls and pooling in black streets. Ser Arthur felt his lips tug into a smile beneath his beard. "Long live the king."

[Wavey 1446]

Cesar II de Pelear did not know what to think of these turn of events. King Georg was indeed a kind man. The Hyspian Prince knew of the struggles the man had faced in the latter years of his rule: the loss of his daughter, the war against Adria, the Mori Invasion and the responsibilities of beginning anew in Aevos. "It was an honor being your companion, señor Rey." He whispered. Cesar's thoughts then went to his dear aunt whom he knew was not taking this news well. "I hope tia Fia y mis primos are alright." He whispered a soft prayer for the former King of Haense and for his aunt and cousins who were now left alone. 


Upon hearing the news, a gentle sigh escaped Gaius's lips, he would deeply miss his dear friend King Georg, "You were a solid homie, Yam proud to call you mea friend." 


In the town of Andregrad, a certain Ivanovich who goes by the name István Mátyás Ivanovich, frowned as he heard the news. "Y enjoyed camping with him...dobry man, da."

[EmiliainWonderland 1526]

Blanca smiles the sun's smile when she hears the news of the King passing his title down. She kisses her spouse lovingly and thinks back to her sister Laetitia who once loved this man. 

 

"Well Lottie, I guess you'll see him soon. Unless he ends up where he belongs." Then she turns to her spouse and her children and speaks again. 

"Sorry that was kind of mean." @ichigomaster98

 

Somewhere further away, an elderly woman remembered her time in Petra. Renilde may need her now, but she was far too tired right this moment. She remembered the young Georg and his time spent in Petra with her and Renilde and her daughter Laetitia. 

 

"Rest easy Georg, I feel no ill will towards you, Laetitia was her own woman and her mistakes her own too. Enjoy your journey, I may be joining you BOTH in the skies soon."