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Arakawaseated knight of Seviel, felt an odd coldness creep over him the further down his eyes traced the announcement. It was only recently that he had stood in the throne room, and due to his lateness had got only a glimpse of the ailing Queen. With a soft sigh, he pins the parchment up on the wall of his bedroom - cluttered with memories and missives from forever ago. The coldness in his heart would thaw slowly over the coming months, as he readjusted to a Petra without Adalia at its helm - and his best wishes would go to her successor.

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Norido would stumble across the missive spontaneously, whilst near the lands of Petra, on one of his explorations, he'd mumble "Another worm dead, heh- it's about time justice was served for your assisted slaughter of innocent folk."

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you did a great job as NL, and constantly came out ahead even as you were targeted and underestimated. 👍orsamkhov seal of approval

 

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Dame Rowena stared at the letter in one hand and the missive in the other. She knew that this was coming, Adalia had been sick for years. In this moment, she felt just like that scared child who watched in horror as her mother passed before her. All at once, something inside her broke. The Queen, her sister, whom she had sworn to protect was gone. Rowena retreated to her private chambers as sobs overtook her. She thought of her young nephew, left to the fate that seemed to befall their family. He needed help, and guidance.

 

"Long Live the King..." She whispered under her breath between her tears.

 

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i appreciate everything you did for petra as nl, i love you <3

 

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As Ezau walked to her home in Petra, she'd come across the queen's will, reading over it carefully. She took a step back and rubbed at her eyes, sighing. "Shit. Well, it was an honor knowing her." The devil huffed, taking off her pirate hat and putting it over her heart, "Always treated me normal, despite my cursed nature. Her son, too. I have high hopes for him, especially if Miss Queen was the one to raise him." - "... Wasn't Therin the one to give me 384 feathers that one time?"

 

With that, she set her tricorne hat back upon her head, strolling off towards her home, singing a tune about a queen who saved two children from an evil monster. 

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Katheryne Gwynadar signed the Lorraine hearing the news of her Aunt's passing. She quickly went to find her mother, to console her and grieve at her side, while praying that good health and guidance befall The Petra's future king..

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It takes Artair some time to process  what has happened.
He is reminded of watching the battle in the throne room as a child and the fall of the last queen.
He remains silent for a long time before nodding to himself, going to give his son a hug.


Elsewhere

The ancient man stares at the wall, at one hundred and four he had once more outlived a Queen, a child.
Artel lights his forge, grasping his hammer once more he begins to forge, the ever watchful eyes of his living dolls watching him work.
A silent prayer is uttered that he would not live to see the next join them

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2006 | Love
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Little, falling stars, spun wordless, tear-spun cheeks; every tear, slowly to fall, hushed slowly, lost of speech.

 

Kneeled thence, by her one side, tears, hastened in pain; yet the love, that bid her smile, ne'er suffered strain.

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Sir Clemens received word of the news upon entering Vallagne. Its streets filled with candles, prayer and mourning for the deceased Queen Adalia. Within the walls of the Icathian Company warehouse did Clemens grieve for a time, tears flowing from his eyes at the loss the Commonwealth felt. For he felt great sorrow at the loss of the Queen whom he had considered a friend and mentor. He had worked by her side for much of his short life, and thus he resolved to continue his work. To honor both Adalia, and her son Therin. There was much yet to be done, and he would not dare to dishonor the Queen with sloth on his part even in times such as these.

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"Mama..." A teenaged Princess Mattea, with looks akin to her father's, but a mind, determined and strong as her mother's, looked down at the missive on her vanity. She'd been at her mother's bedside in her last hours, last days, holding Adalia's hand while she ailed. Yet, it was surreal to see the notice of her death, and even stranger to see her brother as a king - he was still falling out of trees, for GOD's sake!

 

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god ******* bless you moth, you were put through every twist and turn these assholes could throw at you, and always came out on top. ill see u around girlypop

 

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So rarely did the Lady Palatine of Hanseti-Ruska give out compliments. An expressed word of true admiration was even rarer still. But Milena had always held great respect for that southern queen, who had seen off both rebellion and coup to ensure her inheritance was secured. A living embodiment of her people's will and love, so valiantly did they rise to the defense of this young woman with such little experience of governance. It had inspired a similarly-young lady of House Ruthern, to make her mark upon the history of her own homeland.

 

It was a shock, that she had been afforded that final letter from the late-Queen Adalia. That even a passing thought had been paid to her, by this woman who had been abed with such sickness and pain. But it inspired her...it reminded her that despite her best efforts to present a cold demeanor, she still had a heart. And that heart had been acknowledged by one who shared her own with so many. It was a loss she knew all of Canondom would feel, for years to come.

 

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It was a pleasure getting to know Adalia and roleplay when we did. Thank you for always being so open to chat and being so kind. I wish you all the best, be it with future roleplay or wherever life takes you <3

 

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Gareth sat in Fir'steinn, having a heavy drink for the first time in a long time. He now knew that Rowena and his dislike of how Adalia had described what had killed her in court was fully justified. It had taken her as it would have taken their mother eventually. He looked down at his drink, and the letter left to him, only full, and moved to pour it out into the fish tank behind the bar. There was no time now for this; he had been called to serve the Commonwealth, after all; Adalia wanted him to look after Therin. Therin was what mattered now, not him, not his grief at losing a sibling he hoped he'd have been able to reconnect with again one day. He needed to make sure the Commonwealth persisted to see to it that his nephew was taken care of. To ensure that, he needed a clear mind. He went to go and grab something that he thought would be a good symbol for himself for what was to come, the imperial breastplate his mother had given him in death, knowing he would deface such. "I understand a bit more now; no more shirking duty as I did when I was a kid and after getting married, no more running, no more room to do so." He said to both himself and what had once been his mother's.

 

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Man, I do not envy whoever has to take over, wait a moment. On a serious note though thank you moth for everything, NL is no easy thing and I don't envy everything you've had to deal with at all. That said, you did a good job with everything presented.

 

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At his estate, Adrian lights several candles for his cousin. As he kneels beside his bed for his evening prayers, the tolling church bells in the distance fill his thoughts. 

 

"... and, lastly, my Dear Lord, I thank you for allowing me to make amends with cousin Adalia, and to serve her in what meagre way I could. May you guide her soul to the Seven Skies, for she is a virtuous woman who has earned her place there. Amen."

 

As he thinks back to that silly little war so many years ago, Adrian cannot help but be thankful that he made the choice that he had. Life is difficult for everyone, but in the one moment in his life where he had true agency, he had made it just a tad easier. Even though she had departed this world, she had done so with a united family, a maintained realm, and fond memories in the hearts of the living. 

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"What.... The Petran queen passed?"

 

Ember scowled 

 

"For every Great Queen, 10 failures of princes

and Kings are born. GET HER STORY I need it in my collection of books"

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