Xiomara's Diary #6

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XIOMARAS DIARY ENTRY #6

Issued on the 7th of Sofia’s Beauty, 116 D.R.

 

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Spoiler

 

 

 

Dear diary,

 

Dominoes fall, whether forward or backwards, it is always in the direction intended by DIOS above.

 

This week has been a difficult one, one I got past just barely by the skin of my teeth. A man I respected, one I called Primo has passed to the Seven Skies but before that, he was the one to show he cared. 

 

When I received a letter, in an attempt to make me go against the church, I called upon him and he came without question. That same man who penned the letter is excommunicated now for his actions.

 

War attempts to rear its head for my home and people. Meetings come, over and over. Each with a plea. Enter the war. Stay neutral. 

 

How could you?

Why won't you?

I will do this for you. .

 

Each circle like vultures, waiting for their prey to drop but I made an oath. One before DIOS. I will fight with every last fiber in me, anything to see vengeance, to survive to adulthood.

 

If things were different, would I be running with the chickens? Would laughter ring out amidst the gardens?

 

Or would it be like now, arranging my own marriage in order to best protect my people?

 

Marriage. A strange word to me. I wish I could ask my parents how it works, especially as I prepare a room for the boy. We could deny it still, reject the proposal, it isn't official after all. 

 

At least he is a friend. A consolation prize for an impossible situation.

 

I rode with my Retinue a mere day later, to Peace talks. Five days of bickering and flying insults. We stood around a large table, each Canonist Prince standing proud, some silent and yet, some loud.

 

The snacks I'd brought ran out three days in. It seemed to go on forever, and for each step forward, another three was taken back. The land shook beneath our feet and I had to wonder if it was DIOS anger. Anger at the going-ons.

 

The crown weighed heavy, heavier as I arrived home to my people at the gates. They welcomed us back, worried after no word or sign, and urged us to rest. A respite, however brief.

 

The comfort of my bed was welcome, the warmth of my homelands sun. And yet, I awoke to the cries of my sisters, of guards calling for their Sovereign.

 

My Padre was murdered, body left strewn at the gates like a rabbit slain. Drained of blood. War loomed yet, the peace treaty unofficial and my people's cries echoed in my mind - Darkspawn took one of the last remnants of my family.

 

I hadn't felt anything at first. Numb, if anything, after so much loss. Then something bubbled within my chest, grating at me as I strode for the palace dais.

 

Rage.

 

I stared out at my gathered people, reminded of the last emergency court, save for I was looking up at the dais previously.

 

I held so tight to that scepter of mine, lightning and thunder coalescing within as I spoke to my people. My Padre is dead. We will not allow the wanton killing of Hyspians to go unpunished - an edict will be issued, a reward granted to those who would bring me the head of the murderer.

 

They rode out, passion and fury to their voices, seeking the Darkspawn who did this. I left for my office, missives, and meetings followed.

 

A favor offered by a golden voice and a favor declined.

 

I look into the mirror and someone foreign stares back. I am not the child the masses see, not even the Monarch to take up the mantle so early.

 

What am I?

Who am I?

 

Later that night, as I knelt in prayer to the Almighty Above, I felt an answer deep within my bones.

 

I am DIOS servant and serve I will.

 

[satin 7600]

Phillipe van Leuven scratches his neck a bit, vaguely thinking back to his trip to Hyspia. The young Monarch had been impressive, certainly, and the food had not been so terrible as some of the others he had been forced to try as of late. His investigation into the vampyric covens had been producing fruit, too - perhaps another visit was in order.