[PK] EIN HALB GELEBTES LEBEN

[Andustar 4143]

"Vale, Princess Frederica," John II poured a glass of merlot, raising it in her honour. "I wish you a deserved and blessed rest in the Skies above."

[Rig 17580]

A letter is issued to the public from Lurak on the matter of the Princess' unfortunate passing.

 

"It is with great travesty that we see the Princess has perished, though I have not yet ascertained the cause. Once, this good woman, though she might be a Barcloid, offered me a ride to Numendil free of charge. In a summary show of companionship, I the great Rhak'Dom jested that since she sought a wife for her nephew, he could marry my male cousin who would make an excellent wife. This was deliberately obtuse, a joke that caught all those in the Numendil Square by surprise. Not least of all the good Princess, whose politeness was yet unfettered, for she did end up roused with anger or disappointment. May her soul be blessed, and if her offspring require anything, let them come and find the great Rhak'Dom in Lurak to beseech my assistance,

 

SO SAYS HIS ORCLINESS THE GORTSLAYER RHAK'DOM, FORMER TARGOTH TO THE KHAN OF KHANS, REX OF LURAK, AND RAZER OF UBUNTUS"

[DogWithABanana 100]

Alone in the gardens, Estmund sat upon a table amongst the palace roses.

He nursed a glass of wine when he heard the sound of footsteps.

Frederica's golden hair gleamed off the day's sun, her faint smile cresting her presence.
Her grace and poise kept her an upright beacon. Her eyes made people feel worthy.
Her voice was soothing and welcoming, and one of family she spoke a warm greeting.

Estmund needed only to blink again, and Frederica was gone.

The bells rang high in the distance over the city of Kretzen, and Estmund took a swig of his cup. Alone in the gardens.