D'ARKENT ANNOUNCEMENT OF PASSING

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19TH OF HOREN’S CALLING, 136 B.A.

 

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WITH HEAVY HEARTS AND great sadness, the House d’Arkent comes to the people of Balian bearing devastating news: the Count of Salia, ACHILLIUS I AURELIAN D’ARKENT, has passed from this mortal realm into the Seven Skies. The late Count was an accomplished man; a diplomat, templar-soldier, and Gran Don. Foremostly, however, he was a devoted husband, father, and leader of his great House. 

 

THE COUNT HAD BATTLED a grave illness for many years, the cause of which remains unknown. Whilst having preferred to keep his declining health private, he was surrounded by his loving family during his final moments.

 

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BEFORE HIS PASSING, ACHILLIUS had discussed the matter of his will, with the executor of such being his widow, ESFIR D’ARKENT. In such, he had declared that his wife be promoted to Countess-Regnant of Salia for the work she had done in growing their House during their marriage. She will reign over it as Matriarch of the House until the time of her death or abdication to their eldest son and heir, ACHILLIUS II D’ARKENT.

 

FURTHERMORE, IT WAS REQUESTED that the remainder of Achillius’s possessions be distributed amongst his kin and kept within House d’Arkent as relics to be preserved and cherished by his descendants.

 

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A FUNERAL WILL BE held in due time for the late Count. During this time of sadness the surviving family of Achillius will enter a period of mourning, where we ask for prayers and privacy while the family grieves. May GOD rest the soul of Achillius I d’Arkent, and may he find peace in the Seven Skies.

 

A reminiscent depiction of Achillius I d’Arkent and his wife, Esfir, on the day of their wedding.

 

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Her Excellency, ESFIR ARTEMISIA D’ARKENT, 

Countess of Salia, Lady of El Palau del Sol, Matriarch of House d’Arkent, 

Palatiodora of Balian and Head of La Cort de La Magrana

 

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Thank you so much to @ErikAzogfor all the work he's done leading and reviving d'Arkent. He was here for seven months and did a phenomenal job, and we will miss both him and Achillius dearly.

We love you Erik <3

 

[Lalosia 1001]

The silence was deafening. 

 

The noise, or lack thereof, pounded in the young Arkent's head as if a giant were stomping on his eardrums. 

Aleksandr aimlessly walked the halls of his home, Salia. Bags of lilac and gray hung low underneath his eyes. He appeared almost gaunt from a certain perspective; regardless of the fact he had eaten well hours before.

 

 The newly constructed keep had once danced with vivid colors. The joyously rich laughter that emanated from his siblings and parents cascaded the home with so much warmth, it could have rivaled the sun.

 

The vibrancy of his home had drained. Replaced by dull shadows that drowned out even the glow from the early morning moon. The memory of his familial laughter was instead shrouded by the wails and cries from his sibling's rooms. 

 

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After the many hours of wandering, he found himself in an unassuming corner of the library, and there, he wept.

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The young Heir of Salia would sit as his home beginning to morn the loss of his papej Achillius, During this time he would remember the promises of the scrolls and say to himself quietly “Ea will look forward to seeing vy again”

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Esfir sat down on the side of the bed, and placed her face in her hands. Just hours ago, in that very same bed, she had held Achillius's hand, and he had taken his last breaths while she assured him that she loved him, and would watch over the kids. It was foreign how their spacious room would forever be one person emptier. It was foreign- no, wrong that he was gone. Achillius was everything; her friend, lover, and savior.

 

And now, Esfir found herself alone again. After fifteen years of marriage and seven children, he had left. He left after she had assured the people he would return to his duties; after she had promised the children that their father would get better soon. And for the first time in over a decade, Esfir d'Arkent, whose name symbolized the marriage now broken, allowed herself to weep freely for the grief of the loss of Achillius.

[EmiliainWonderland 2311]

Asteria sighed softly at hearing the news, poor Esfir. She knew how excited Esfir was when she met Achillus, how often she’d seen Esfir visiting Balian just to see him. She wished only the best for her sweet friend and sent a letter with her condolences.

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

After her mother had told her, Octavius and Aleksander of their father's passing, Caliope had bawled her eyes out. This was the worst thing she could possibly experience made multitudes worse by having to see her mother in such a dire manner, the woman she viewed as nothing but perfection, the one who she followed. Soon after, she would running to the tower she had designed for herself. The girl had never experienced any form of loss before and for her first loss to be something quite so hard hitting and close to her, she was inconsolable.

 

Soon she was in Salia, the place where both she and her father had lived their entire lives, Caliope would burst into her tower and lock the doors behind her. Immediately would a dog stand up and run to her. She would accept the dog into her arms and hug it for hours, though the dog being mechanic, it gave no. warmth or comfort. The girl thought back to the year prior when she had bought the dog with the intention of giving it to the father she had just lost once he was better. The luck it was to get a dog from the mystery box in Haense! So perfect for Achillius, everyone knew he loved dogs like nobody else. Just the gift for when he recovers from his seemingly endless illness.

 

But it wasn't to be.

 

For days Caliope wouldn't leave the tower she was in, unable to be coaxed out. She would be heard crying rather frequently, sometimes speaking quietly with her dog as she worked through the pain she simply had no understanding of due to her age and lack of experience.

 

However, after some time the young d'Arkent would awake from another tough night with something new in her mind. She made her way to the draw and picked up two things, both gifts from her father, a pink bow and a bow with the colours of her family. Both would be tied to the dog as she looked down at it. Once she was done she would speak to the mechanical dog in a soft, certain tone. "You need to look after Pater now Hephaestus. We can't anymore so now you have to." 

 

With her words spoken to the dog, Cali would seek out her mother, finally leaving her tower in a black dress.

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Upon the morning, as missives were delivered by a ladies-maid, the Hyspian Monarch took note of the d'Arkent sigil upon one. A letter opener sliced the letter open, gaze pouring over the contents. It wasn't often she heard news of her godmother after all.

 

Sucking in a deep breath, she began penning a letter of condolences, and called for her Secretary to pen in a trip to Balian in her schedule.

 

"I must visit DIOS-Madre Esfir,"

Xiomara murmured amidst signing the Lorraine as she rose from her seat.