A QUEEN’S LAST FAREWELL

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A QUEEN’S LAST FAREWELL

KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM

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THE CROWN
Naf zwy12TH i MSITZA AG DARGUND i 552 E.S.

 

 

VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG ELDERVIK,

IN THE STILL HOURS OF THE 8TH OF MSITZA AG DARGUND, A GRIM SILENCE DESCENDED UPON THE KASTELL OF NEW VALDEV, where the beloved Queen Juliya of Haense drew her final breath, surrounded by her devoted husband, King Marius III, and their cherished children. Stricken by an unknown and unyielding affliction, Her Majesty’s health had waned in recent months despite the tireless efforts of the realm's finest physicians. As the last light of her life faded, it became clear that the hands of mortal men could not stave off her fate. It is with profound sorrow that we announce the passing of Queen Juliya, who strove tirelessly to unite the Principality of Reinmar and the Kingdom of Haense in a bond of lasting harmony. Throughout her reign, she sought to enrich the realm with a spirit of compassion and the unique traditions of Reinmar, fostering a gentler and more inviting Kingdom.

 

Spoiler

Thank you to everyone who showed me kindness and compassion during my reign. Your support has been a source of strength for me, and I couldn’t have done it without you. A special thanks to @Dogged for giving me the amazing opportunity to be your queen—I will forever be grateful for your friendship and constant support. To the household of Ludovar, thank you for letting me begin my journey in Haense with you. And to everyone in my royal courts, I truly appreciate all that you have done. Your dedication and hard work have been incredible, and I’m so grateful for everything you’ve accomplished.
 

I’d tag everyone if I could, but the list would be far too long. Just know that I’m grateful for all of you. I love you all—thank you, one last time.

 

 

 

GODANI JEST WIELKI,

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Marius III, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Marian Retinue, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera

Ve Nadziesk Kort, The Hope Court

[Andustar 4143]

Upon hearing of the Queen's passing, John Casimir felt a pang of sorrow.

"My deepest condolences to His Majesty and their children," he muttered, proceeding to pen a letter.

[Mady 3771]

 

The last words her mother spoke to her would echo through the young princess’s mind. . .”Be the best you could possibly be”. The memories of her life with Juliya were filled with glee and innocence, having a mother to hold her at night and to kiss away her tears. Plucking flowers in the gardens and hearing the merry sound of the Queen’s laugh would be ingrained into the Princess’s memories, now more precious than life itself. The mirror image of her mother, adorned with golden curls of the Reinmaren and the same fighting spirit, the daughter of Crow and Eagle had known love through her mother’s heart and soul.

Yet now finally felt loss and heartache and at such a young age, the Princess could only cry out her feelings - words were simply not enough to describe them. That night, as she watched the once beautiful spirit of her mother depart, she’d cry herself blind. For what was a world without a mother when you are but a little girl?

 

[HogoBojo 4725]

Hogmund Jakob would weep uncontrollably upon the passing of his dearly departed Mother. “M-mamej, nae…” He’d call out, tears streaming down the boy’s face. “W-why did vy have to leave us so soon.”  The young princeling would grasp tightly the last thing his mother bestowed upon him, remembering the vow that he made to his Mother. “E-ea promise that ea will b-be the best ea can be.”

[Cheese 8880]

Esfir, though far from her homeland, seemed caught rather off guard by the news. She choked back a few tears as she fondly recalled Her Majesty. “Oh, Juliya… how brightly vy shone. GODAN rest her soul.” The lorraine was thus signed over the Countess as she mourned for not only the Queen of Haense, but also a longtime friend and cousin.

Spoiler

You were fantastic Anna, thank you for letting me help start up your courts <3 Love you so much and wish you the best in all that you do

 

[crazedpudding 2512]

The nib of a pen tears through paper and squeals across a desk's surface before it snaps, drenching Frederica's hand in ink.

[DahStalker 3692]

A Dame whose heart was chilled for years just learned a most morbid reality: it could grow colder.

 

That night Dame Yvaine refused even the sparse four hours of her day to spend with her husband and children, doing a double patrol shift. 
 

@PeachLova

[prophetisms 982]

In the highest halls of Castle Lesanov, Mahaut existed in surreality. In crude irony, even. Now, she exists as a Grand Lady without a Queen. The one that not only approved of her recent elevation, but brought her into the Royal Court first as the humble Crow Warden. Both Time and Mahaut moved on, but Juliya would not.

 

Spoiler

Thank you Anna for taking a chance on me in the Royal Court and having a helping hand in my journey to where I am now. I appreciate it greatly and hope you have success in any future goals or endeavors. 

 

[Koodini 854]

Maan's serenade was that of a deafening orchestra. Weakened sobs turning to no more than pained utterances, despondent murmurs; that is what filled the halls and strips which Astoria made her way through. But none her own. No, for that girl she'd met in Krusev's fortifications many winters ago, that woman who ascended to such great heights, an array of candles were lit. They crowded her desk whilst small prayers traveled out from her lips like water through an eavestrough. A procession in memory of the late Queen was to come, and surely she'd have a hand in such preparations.

[Totalitarianism_ 593]

Deep below the Scyfling March, the hustle and bustle of the Kazan Salt Mines came to a halt. As news reached the borderland of the passing of the Queen, the whole realm finally fell into mourning. Though simple miners with no politics, these Scyflings felt quite attached to the kind-hearted Reinmaren they came to call their queen.

 

Within one of the numerous mineshafts that descended into the earth, a crowd gathered around a small collection of huddled miners. These miners carried small chisels, which they used to carefully chip away at a crude pilar of salt, no more than four feet in height. As they concluded whatever it was they were carving, the Scyflings dropped their tools and stepped back.
 

As they stepped back, it became clear what they had been carving—an image of the Queen, carved in salt. While not glamorous in the manner royalty was used to, this little sculpture captured the love of the people. It was not grand, but it was through this project of love that the Scyflings would honor Juliya of Reinmar.

[PeachLova 585]

1 hour ago, DahStalker said:

A Dame whose heart was chilled for years just learned a most morbid reality: it could grow colder.

 

That night Dame Yvaine refused even the sparse four hours of her day to spend with her husband and children, doing a double patrol shift. 
 

@PeachLova

 

Cardan lounges in his shared room within Furentaliz, lazily strumming a lighthearted tune as his gaze drifts toward the towering stacks of paperwork cluttering his desk.

 

At the top of the pile sits the missive, earning a groan from him as he skims it briefly. With a tired sigh, he dismisses it and lets his fingers glide back over the strings, resuming his carefree melody. Caring little for anything else. 

[iris1612 1780]

In the high halls of Kasstel Lesanov, a strong-lunged little girl cried out in vain each night for her mother to return. She was too young to understand, or perhaps she simply refused to, even when her father had tearfully explained that she would never return.

 

How could she?

[Terry 2680]

The Lord Speaker sighed, reading the array of paperwork across his desk in the Kastell was never fulfilling to him, but that responsibility paled in fulfillment compared to his other duties.

 

However, one late night, lost within the paperwork once more, would the halls of the Kastell grow eerily quiet. Too quiet, even for one who was raised within Morteskvan. Upon leaving the confines of his office though, would he come to understand the reasoning.

 

The continuing sounds of grief and feelings of immense loss echoing within the halls would haunt him that night and many following, but would haunt him far less than the thought of no longer seeing the Queen throughout Valdev who, much like his late-sister, often gave uplifting advice and sound counsel. One who, despite her station, made time for those beneath her, who always wore a smile and sought to raise the spirits of everyone around her. 
 

His thoughts then went to the children. Those of Juliya’s and those who weren’t, both equally cared for despite their blood.

“It’ll be a dark few years for certain,” Sigmar would think, before he immediately sought to reach out to his nieces and nephews, ensuring he would be there, for whatever they needed.

After the cries stopped and the silence returned, would Sigmar finally leave for home. That time didn’t come for hours, though.

[erictafoya 3276]

 

 

In the highest tower of a solemn palace, a boy looked through the scope and into the stars. . .
 

Morning time. The little Duke of Alban rose from his bedchambers with dried tears in his eyes.
Memories flood from the night prior as he recalled the request made to him; promises he swore to keep.It surely was a cold day today. 

"I hope mamej is warm in her bed".

 

 

"You must be there for your father"

 

 

But how can a boy of six possibly live up to those words? How can he think to aid a man who was meant to guide him?

This was not only too confusing for the princeling, but too much pressure to handle. He looked upon the blue sky.

"I hope the stars watch over mamej."

 

 

"You must help Karl. You must help each other."

 

 

Words that haunted him. Was his father next? Despite his mother's attempts to calm his mind, this thought weighed

heavily on the boy. Why is it that now he is being called to help his brother, a mere two years his senior.

"I hope Godan guides mamej."

 

 

"I do not have much time left."

 

 

Time. A concept lost to a boy his age. He did not even comprehend how important it was, and yet time was being stolen from him so soon. The moments between he and his mother had been limited even further. Time that was too short. Then, an entourage hastily made their way up the observatory where they knew the little prince frequented. How can anyone tell a boy that his mother's time has come? It mattered little what they said to him, as he heard none of it. He would hear none of it. It was a refusal, then frustration, then anguish. It was only at the dying Queen's bedside that the two would share their final words.

 

 Joren hugged his mother one last time, and then she whispered. . .
"I love vy Joren"

 

"I love vy too, mamej."
 

 

[libertyybelle 6187]

Svetlana sat in her room within Colborn, staring down the vast cliffs. In the span of only a year, not only her closest sister had passed but now a friend. Juliya was far from that though, she was a sister too.  As grief struck her, she muttered into her wine glass

 

”I told vy that I would lead vyr courts till the end.” 
 

With that, the retired Grand Lady sulked on, comforted only by her husband and children. There was little else to do now.

 

Spoiler

Thank you for all the opportunities you gave me Anna, I hope this retirement relieves the stress I know you were feeling.