Slighted | A Birthday Ruined By War

[Lechian Lord 1027]

 

Slighted

 

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To Whom It May Concern,

It has come to my attention that many who were invited to my recent celebration did not attend. I find this most discourteous, and I shall not easily forget such an affront.

As the son of a mighty family, I understand well the duties of loyalty and respect that bind us all. Yet, on the day of my birth, a day meant to honor such ties, many of you chose to ignore the invitation sent forth. Be assured, this slight will not be overlooked, nor the missing presents!!!

Some may claim that war or other pressing matters kept them from attending. However, I find this excuse to be as flimsy as a poorly made sword. If such matters are grave enough to take you from your duties, then they are also grave enough to warrant sending word of your absence. Yet, I received no such messages from most of you.

Though I am but a child, time is on my side. I have many years ahead to remember those who have wronged me. Rest assured, I am patient. Revenge can wait—whether it be 30 years or more—but it shall come when least expected.

Consider this a fair warning from one who shall one day have the power to act on his displeasure.

In time,

Penned by Lady Jedeiatha

 

 

[ibiou 2397]

 

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In the bustle of the next morrow from the spoiled birthday part of the young Lechian did a cloaked figure head her way towards the butcher's shop in the Whitespire. She purchased some things, tossed her coins, and headed off to pen a letter elsewhere. At once HEDWIG OF WARSOVIA sent a bird from her menagerie, who cooed at the morning sun, towards the direction of the Margraviate of Grodno.

"Dear little Mikolaj,

I apologise that we could not make it to your birthday party. Adults often like to pick bad times to do things, and we were rushed away! It pains me deeply that you are upset with the lack of attendants. Once I found myself a hostess with no one to host when I was a little older than yourself, and I too grew rageful at the sight. But, we take our downfalls and make them into blessings. Mikolaj, a Lechian must always keep their chin up high. 

In the coming days should my gift to you be delivered. I noticed that you care for young pups, with whom I thought of on my errand runnings. Parcels of meat will be at their disposal, so they can grow into great hunting hounds.

From your Majesty aunt, Jadwiga.

P.S. I hope that you can still enjoy your cake. I heard that it is one of the largest ever made in the continent."

[Lechian Lord 1027]

 

 

If only there were more guests to share the world’s biggest cake with....