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– A Tragic Carriage Accident –

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It was a cold, dewy morning.

 

Adrian Sarkozic used to always like adventures, horses, river boats, or just going on foot. Normally, there was company that he enjoyed spending time with. The slower and more chaotic methods of travel always seemed to benefit the lifestyle that he, and his future wife leaned towards. Since her death, he chose carriages.
 

The dirt was frozen, frost bubbling up the ground.

 

Their love had been a whirlwind. It came as quickly as she had gone. From meeting, to exploring, falling in love, proposing, getting married and having their twins, and then her fever. Adrian was a widower, and he was a new father, and he was sad.

 

Wind whistled through the gulley the river ran in.

 

He couldn’t decide which day of their time together had been his favorite. They all stood out so starkly in his mind. The view from the top of the pyramid where they decided to get married. The scene of Winifred in her wedding dress. The simple day that they spent in Numendil. But he knew which day had been the worst.

 

The wheel on the carriage slipped in the frozen muck.

 

The day that Winifreds fever took her. That would always run through his mind as the worst scene he had witnessed. Oddly enough, he had one simple relief in her death; that it hadn’t been the same day that the twins were born. He didn’t like to see her slow descent into pain and weakness. Watching it take her slowly was painful, but he was just glad that the twins' birthday itself didn’t share the date with her death. 

 

The horse whinnied as the weight of the carriage pulled it down the cliff face.

 

At least their opening wasn’t her immediate close. She was able to see and hold her children, and for that at least, he was glad. Sometimes, in the months following, he wondered if she was relieved when she went. If she were glad that she didn’t have to live under the weight of a crown she didn’t enjoy the vanity of. He hoped so.

 

Rocks came tumbling down with it, as they hurtled towards the ground and river below.

 

Now, he thought of how ‘they’ always said that your life flashes before your eyes as you die. He was only thinking of his time with her. The life that they had together, and how short but full it had been. Adrian only hoped that after the rewind, she would be there waiting for him.

 

It was a cold, dewy morning.

The dirt was frozen, frost bubbling up the ground.

Wind whistled through the gulley the river ran in.

The wheel on the carriage slipped in the frozen muck.

The horse whinnied as the weight of the carriage pulled it down the cliff face.

Rocks came tumbling down with it, as they hurtled towards the ground and river below.

The carriage smashed into the riverbed, and Adrian Sarkozic never climbed from the rubble.

 

And so the whirlwind love stopped blowing.

But the Petra river kept flowing.


 

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Within his office, Konstantin slammed the doors shut as the news of his best friend's passing was delivered. The two had experienced many adventures together and had been inseparable as friends, and Konstantin had considered Adrian as a brother to himself. Now, the newfound Chanzlé felt hollow without the presence of his dearly departed friend. It was only after several hours locked within said office did he emerge, a brave face put on as he went in search of Catriona (@Zaerie).

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Renilde gulped, now being the sole guardian to the young Catriona of the Petra. She prepared to tell the news to her granddaughter, that her one remaining parent, too, had met their end and that they loved her more than life itself. 

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Artel stands upon the bridge, staring down at the river, he shakes his head, knowing his warnings had never been taken to heart he turns and walks back into the city to help in any way that he could 

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The Margravine of Stassion sat within her office, her hands trembling as she held the notice in her hand. "Oh Adrian..." she frowned, placing a hand firmly onto her core.

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This what be happening when u have a 6/6/6 heir in EU4

 

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