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LETTERS FROM THE GRIEVING


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Aleksandr's youngest, Theodosya, would have given an approving nod when being told what the letters said. Though, how much she understood would be another ordeal entirely!

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A bedridden Liridona Amador, still recovering from the difficult births of her twins, read over the letters tiredly. “Ea should… visit Alek after all this is over…” She muttered to herself as she looked over her many sons.. “But Ea will have to make sure Erik knows niet to let Albus anywhere near our boys..”

 

((OOC: sorry for the gross formatting i’m on mobile lol))

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The Queen of Haense receives a copy of the missive from a frantic courier, and as she splays the parchment across her desk, her face pales.

 

". . Oh, dear."

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"Vy said vyrself to mea that Natalia's dying wish was to make Albus regent. To give up vy name of ve family because of ve wish of vyr deceased wife is digusting. Perhaps Albus is not referring to vyr grief, but vyr petulant behaviour towards others." The Knight of the Amador commented as he polished his armour. "Ask why Nataliya did not want vy to become regent."

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Somewhere a young boy would be told the news from his father upon hearing a teacup hit the floor! With a previous point proven to him, he took the personal victory knowing that he was right about his friend's father being a Kortrevich…

 

In another place, a fisherman would wonder how this would affect the People’s Duma’s legacy…

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Poppiya's only thought on Albus had been when he had removed her dog from the church, despite it being a mutual family agreement. She read only the letter to the children- the one to Albus was much too long.

 

What upset her the most, was that now she no longer shared her fathers surname.

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Henrik Amador alone, as he often took to being, on the Valdev riverbanks - reviewed the letter with a frown much too deep for such a little face, mouthing the words to himself. When at last he understood, he crammed the letters into a little pocket and scrambled back up the rocky edge towards the capital - where his siblings and his family awaited, and where he felt, all too aptly, he was needed. 

 

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Fabian d'Arkent-Kortrevich drops his teacup.

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A letter was penned to Aleksandr

 

"Of course ea forgive vy and welcome vy back to House Kortrevich if that is the choice vy wish to take. Though ea would advice some thinking on if vy are truly are ready to let go off the surname of vyr late wife. If however vy are certain, vy are welcomed back with open arms my dear cousin."

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"This is ve same man who insulted eam at Duma, ai?" Alyona asked herself. "Such cowardice, when ve least he could do is support his child's regency by keeping ve name. Yam glad Lord Albus pays ve fellow baronies respect..."

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"Ah do nicht think Albus would just take up the mantle without reason. Everybody knows he would rather study his books and stuff!" *Thondorus declared as he read the missive*

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Olessya Amador squints, chewing on nothing in a usual elderly way. "Who?" She'd simply comment. That was all from the former Matriarch of Amador.

 

Murtagh Amador, similarly, would have little to nothing to say. He'd eye the minae in his bank account, switching his mouth from side to side in thought. "Ea will jus'... continue to give mea coin to wee Ricky- he's tha' decided future Baron, ag tha's agreed upon by everyone" the notorious sugar papej of Amador would decide aloud to no one other than himself.

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Miss fable plucked a tea cup from the counter, as she overlooked the missive.. "tea time girls." Chimed the elder to the other maids of the palace with a snicker as she over read the missive. A small smile played at her expression "Poor man."

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Alfred Barclay skims through most of what was legible to him. "I hope this will nicht affect Karl too much." He commented, rather simply.

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