Crabby 49 Share Posted January 31 "How can the world be so cruel...." The little kervallen muttered, only just now hearing about the little vuiller's death as he sat in a corner of his room, clearly shaken up. This world is so cruel.... 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lirinya 2662 Share Posted January 31 2 hours ago, comatoseprincess said: Sat on her bed The young prince sought his sister, for he- whilst not close to the Vuiller girl, felt her absence already. He made his way into his sisters room unannounced, and sat with her on the bed. "She was a nice girl," Elianos offered in comfort, "I gave her a flower- she was very polite. I hope she keeps the flower with her in the skies." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
LazyBacon220 312 Share Posted January 31 Casimir Marius Vilac wept. No child deserves such a grim fate. No parent should have to grieve their lost child. And no one should take the right of a parent to lay to rest their daughter. His hands trembled as he rose from his desk. And his eyes blazed with anger, a raging storm that seemed ready to burst. He exited his manor in Portoregne and made his way over to the Vuiller keep, clad in armour, helmet, and all. As he arrived, he passed the bloodstained patch of ground where poor Marjorie met her end. A curse exited his mouth as he entered, seeking out his niece… “Of this I vow, the world will burn for they did to your daughter” he muttered to Gwenyth before embracing her @_yink_ 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hemomancy 2851 Share Posted January 31 An Adrian Sarkozic lights a candle in her room, having unbeknown to her, almost a similar fate to the young girl just a few years ago. "Y wish they'd have let her seen w whales." Murmurs Marusya, who then returns back to her work. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
beetle 2761 Share Posted January 31 The haunting echoes of cries and screams resonated through the grand halls of the Minas Aranath. The weight of profound grief bore down upon Eriantiel as she faced the harsh reality of losing her friend. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ElvenHuntress 207 Share Posted January 31 Dimitri looked out over the river he had planned to take Marjorie out on, tears rolling down his cheeks, he had almost forgotten the pain of losing a family member, yet now it had reared its head once more, taking with it the life of someone far too young, “Ea’m szam we never got those fish fer vy, Marjorie…” He wiped his tears, placing a wreath of blue, grey, white and yellow flowers onto the water. The colours of House Vuiller. He then returned to the palace, seeking comfort in the arms of his wife, the wreath slowly drifting down river, fish stirring the water beneath it. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SapphirePool 1098 Share Posted February 1 5 hours ago, LazyBacon220 said: Casimir Marius Vilac wept. No child deserves such a grim fate. No parent should have to grieve their lost child. And no one should take the right of a parent to lay to rest their daughter. His hands trembled as he rose from his desk. And his eyes blazed with anger, a raging storm that seemed ready to burst. He exited his manor in Portoregne and made his way over to the Vuiller keep, clad in armour, helmet, and all. As he arrived, he passed the bloodstained patch of ground where poor Marjorie met her end. A curse exited his mouth as he entered, seeking out his niece… “Of this I vow, the world will burn for they did to your daughter” he muttered to Gwenyth before embracing her @_yink_ The steady tap of a cane echoed behind Casimir as he entered the Vuiller keep, Persephone Maxima d'Atrus-Vilac slowly coming to a halt behind the embraced pair. Her face was stoney, marred by long ago scars and sightless eyes. She waited, perhaps in her old mind thinking that if she simply waited then the little girls voice would echo out, calling that she was alright and to not be sad. But just as her eyes saw nothing, her ears heard no voice of her great granddaughter. She turned to an attendant standing sentry off to the side "Tell Gwendel to get his armor" she rumbled, her voice deep with malice and hatred. @Harald Throughout the day, a great ruckus was made within the Vuiller keep. Initially servants hurrying too and fro, whispers passing between them. Then the clanging of armor as guards joined in a search for something. Rosemary Vuiller Senior had long ago stopped inquiring about the day to day pleasantries that occur around her. The eldest Vuiller sat in her quant room, patching holes in children's clothes. It had become her newest passion, since her great great great grandchildren started playing outside and snagging threads in shrubs. A deep, despairing baritone cry rang out down every hall, room, corner of the keep. Rosemary paused and looked down as a small dot of crimson pricked her finger where the needle had startled into her flesh. Mystified, she gazed at the small bubble grow before breaking its bounds and streaming a small path to drip onto the Childs dress she was mending. "Magda, what ungodly affair has occurred that such a cry is heard from my family?" She spoke softly, setting the garment down to look at the handmaid sitting diagonal to her. It took only a minute for Magda to inquire in the halls and come back with tears streaming her cheeks. "L-lady Marjorie", eeked from the maids lips as if a sin in itself to say. Many had passed to the seven sky's during her long arduous years, and the old woman had taken each passing with poise and sadness. But today she wailed, cursing the name of GOD and clutching the Childs dress to her frame as if an old friend. She prayed for her heart to finally give out from the years of endless streams of wills, death notices, and lost goodbyes. But it still beat, strong and relentless. And so Rosemary would continue to suffer. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Minuvas 2888 Share Posted February 2 A bouquet of yellow roses, and a beautiful portrait of an outdoor garden painted by an unknown artist of the late 8th Imperial era was sent to House Vuiller, it was signed in an eloquent script. @Harald -Melphestaus 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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