THE WHITE DRAGON IS NO MORE; [PK]

[valecu 2128]

THE WHITE DRAGON IS NO MORE

On this sorrow day, 

the 9th of Sun’s Smile, 1932

 

She had felt unneeded, oftentimes comparing herself to an aged relic as result of the retirement that occurred in tandem with the passing of her husband. She drew breath from the mandate of governance that was bestowed upon her Charles and by her through an extension of him. The moment that linkage was broken, she considered herself and her counsel an undesired asset. What was left for her to do was relish these last summers that were granted by the Heavens above. The madame had found an absorbing hobby, and that was the heavy consumption of Pruvian Port, that she exercised every day thoroughly from dawn to dusk. In concurrent she raised the frequency of her trips to Aeldin, oftentimes disappearing for months without any alarm. That was the life of the once legendary Mother of Aaun, humbled and lowered to an alcoholic, whose delight has only been the lavish retreats to her villas many seas away, away from the state she so greatly nurtured.

 

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It was an ordinary evening, the Queen-Mother had secluded herself to her quarters and had her newly-hired servant bring forward the usual tray of Pruvian Port, she extended her arm and her wrinkled hand now held the metal base of the chalice. Her lips were now pressed on the rim as the liquid found its way through her mouth into her body, it was moments later that Eleanor felt something was abnormal as her hands began shaking and she felt losing control of her muscles. She realised that a tiny piece of paper was placed below the tray that held her beverage, and on it read “Aeldin sends its regards.” without much consideration, she had realised that many moons ago she had outbid an Aeldinic merchant, who now sought revenge. The Pruvian scion then collapsed onto the cold ground, eyes closing dramatically as servantry and dwellers of the Royal seat surrounded the elderly woman in her last moments.

 

“OUR MOTHER HAS PASSED, OUR MOTHER HAS PASSED, OUR MOTHER HAS PASSED.”

 

The bells of Whitespire rang and the town criers screamed from their lungs of the news.

 

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EXORDIUM BY THE QUEEN-MOTHER ON HER OWN PASSING

 

“ I shall one day be deprived of my mortality and ascend to Him,

then I shall preside over my successors and bestow upon them my counsel for eternity;

then I shall forgive all my foes and enemies for I hold no grudges;

then I shall witness the essence of GOD, that I have so much abided by throughout my ordained summers; ”

 

As prepared by my own to be pronounced upon my own passing; 

 

SIGNED, 

HER ROYAL MAJESTY, THE 1ST QUEEN OF AAUN, ELEANOR OF PROVINS

 

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I cannot gather my words for I have never expected this persona upon obtaining and as things proceeded to have been so momentous and developing with each day. Firstly, I extend my gratitude to @seannie for being an outstanding friend and having my back through good and bad. Then, I extend my gratitude to @Alstion for being such an amazing set of people, and I wish the lot of you the best of luck in manoeuvring this ship called “Aaun” through LOTC.  Lastly, I extend my gratitude to all of those other friends who supported me and granted me their advice, you are amazing. Peace out, for now.

 

[Olox_ 4318]

Prince of Merryweather, Heinrich II Lothar, sat in his office when sorrow overtook him "You are with grandfather now, dearest grandmother. Ruhe in Frieden..." He muttered, whilst sincere tears ran down his cheeks

[sondher 797]

Caterina recalled the moments, all those years ago when the Queen of Aaun had guided her down the aisle-- giving her hand away when her father could not. The passing of such an ancient woman was of no surprise, though the haunting reminder of mortality lingered upon her mind. Her eyelashes brushed against her pale cheeks as her eyes casted downwards, allowing a singular tear to shed in the absence of such a strong woman.

[Mattiii 1663]

"She was like a Mother to us." Said one somber Lewes to another.

[PecenyRohlik 421]

Witold Jazloviecki lit a candle for the passed Queen-Mother.