teeylin 1688 Share Posted July 31, 2024 THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HYSPIA THE LATE SANTANA LEYA Issued on the 6th of Laurelie’s Piety of the year 114 D.R. The Sovereign State of Hyspia calls upon their citizenry and allies into a state of mourning. The Crown-Princess Santana Leya, hereby proclaimed as Santana ‘the Red' due to the revolt and subsequent massacre following the discovery of her death, has departed to the Seven Skies above after such a short time in this realm. Our Crown-Princess, Santana Leya, was a no nonsense woman who was willing to take any action in defense of her family and people. Her reign may have never taken place, but her name shall forever be imprinted in history. She leaves us now, to be greatly missed and thus leaves behind a husband, three children, and two siblings. “Do Thou, O Lord, have mercy on our dearly departed, for the sake of us sinners all who greatly hope and trust in Thee. For Thy mercy can turn bittering weeping to joyous fanfare, for Thou alone judgeth the living and the dead.” Comprehensive Book of Prayers, XXX Repose of the Dead. The Funeral Procession The funeral of our late Crown-Princess Santana Leya will take place in the Church of Blessed Francisco, in which her family and people will make their final goodbyes. Spoiler [Sunday, August 4th, 4pm EST] DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ramona I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro and Campagnon, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera. 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cheese 8892 Share Posted July 31, 2024 Little Julieta gripped onto her cornhusk doll, the days blurring together as she grieved. She did not quite understand death, but she did understand that mama was gone. The sweet five year old cried and cried, latching onto her sisters or father constantly. It was going to be a long time for the littlest Hyspian princess to fully understand. . . In Haense, Esfir received the news with a horrified shriek. "Santana... is dead?- murdered?!" A hand flew to her mouth. Santana had been such a close friend for all the Amador's life, and such news of her departure left her wracking with sobs. Without hesitation she took to her husband for comfort. The following day, The Countess decided, she would tend to her goddaughters in Hyspia. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tadabug2000 4922 Share Posted July 31, 2024 Xiomara stared blankly out at the dried blood trail by her mother's door that night. She'd lost her voice from the shouts of earlier, throat raw, and fingers curled over and clung to her blanket as she rose, curling it over her shoulders. The soft pad of steps sounded, passing many a guard that night, until she arrived at her youngest sisters door. Surely. . She wouldn't mind a sleepover, right? 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lirinya 4021 Share Posted July 31, 2024 Luis had just left the palace. The family had shared a picnic in the grounds- he had cooked his girls Santana's favourite meal and had them brought a massive platter of churros to enjoy. It had been blissful. But then he had parted for errands with the intention to return shortly after. He came across the city as its chaos calmed. In the distance, he had heard the bells ring and call, and had hurried back as quickly as he could- but it was already too late. The guards had rallied, the nation was mourning. Luis made his way to the palace and to his daughters, but he had expected to find his wife alongside them. He had not expected this. While theirs had not been a union of love initially, he had grown terribly close to Santana since the birth of their children. There was now, a void within him that ached- it could not quite process that the only love he had ever known, was no longer with them. He drew each of his daughters close, arms wrapping them into a group-embrace. He had no tears to shed, right now. Those would come in private. The news reached Balian quickly, as was expected of any crown royal's passing, and it found Elianos as he drunkenly sat within the private beach of the Portoregne Palace. It had been years since he had last seen Santana. Their last meeting had been terrible- they had broken up. Their courtship ended over an argument he had never had the chance to apologize for. It had been petty, personal, and things had never been quite the same. Letters had never been replied to, and he could never quite find it in him to visit Hyspia again, particularely after Santana had married and moved on. He hadn't, however, and even though he had tried, there had always been an empty space in his heart for the Princess. In his intoxication, Elianos was quite unable to read the letter first. He had hoped that it had been an actual letter from the Princess- so he took himself to his room and left the bottle behind within the sand. But then, when he read it, and read it and read it again, his world came crashing down. His own wife was busy tending to the children, their laughter echoing through the palace halls, but they could not drown out the sorrow which ran through his thoughts. "What do you mean- dead?" Elianos seemingly asked the parchment he held tight. "How could she be dead?" "How could she die first?" "How could she leave me"? Then came a stumble and a trip, as Elianos dragged himself with clouded, weeping eyes to his trinket box. A fairly elaborate, small container which held his important rings and what not- one of which he produced. Then, he just slumped to the floor. One particular jewel. He had it made specifically for Santana when he had planned to propose. In fact, he had planned to take it to her as a form of apology after their argument. An opportunity lost, perhaps. The once noble and proper prince crumbled into a mess of sobs. Memories came of their shared parties and events, their secret meetings as youths when they were banned from each others cities for a time. Their trips to the beach and on boats- the boat he had bought her as a courtship gift. They had countless sweet moments, though only ever one proper argument which brought an end to it all. He had fought his mother and her father several times for them to be accepted as a couple, but in the end, it never came. It had been the little things with Santana. How she had show her love in the things she said, in the little gestures she made. Each of those came as a stab to his heart. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mescaffier 6197 Share Posted July 31, 2024 "No," John murmured, shakily unfolding the missive. His mailbox had been all but crammed full of letters he cared not to read, but the heraldry of his niece's home caught his eye. Droplets on the parchment smeared the ink. "How, when?". The elderly man trudged back into his home, holding his head in his hands as he settled into a chair. "Godani, I should've visited more . . ." 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_mady07 1541 Share Posted July 31, 2024 [!] Inconsolable was not a word lightly used for the Monach of hyspia. From the day her daughter was born she had become a changed woman. Fierce and unable to allow stagnant behavior that would see demise of her people. There was no question. Santana had changed her entirely. Over the day of hearing the news it had been a flash. Once again Santanas influence changed people. The next hours would warp as the Hyspian Masacure ensued. Rage was all she saw. There was pain and torment. Santana was her baby, her little girl and no one could take that away from her. After the days of her daughter death, The Sovereign grew quiet. Withdrawn just tending to a simple life alongside her Husband and grandchildren. Sending letters to her surviving children.. the Sovereign was entirely isolated to her own sorrows. Santana was the change Hyspia never saw coming but always needed. Santana was the glowing light and beacon to her mother. A little girl who chased frogs around a grand palace. And now, her Santana was gone. (Teeylin why kill my daughter if daughter is cool) 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bethinwonderland 2213 Share Posted July 31, 2024 Valencia had stood on her tip-toes in an attempt to see into her Mother's bed chamber. There had been a crimson trail leading beyond the doors which she and her sisters had found, so who really knew what could lay beyond them.. Her sights fell on Santana's body. She knew in her heart that her dear Madre was no longer living... There was a sinking feeling in her chest.- She looked to her left only to see that Xiomara had already ran at that point to go get their Tio. She had started to sob as she told her younger sister Julieta to not look as she had. The day was a messy blur of confusion for the girl. She still hadn't wanted to believe it was true.. It couldn't be. She was faced with the reality that it was in fact real. The Hyspian Princess was unable to sleep that eve.. or the following nights without waking up in a cold sweat from all the carnage she saw. Was this what the world looked like without her mother? Bloodshed and violence? 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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