Dame Yvaine

[DahStalker 3692]

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   In the break of night, a silent figure trailed forth under that perpetual light winking above in the darkness's bleak ambience. Dame Yvaine donned a singular horse with what little luggage she had: her Dame armor, her few weapons, scarce personal belongings, and little rations. It was unfathomable, what she currently worked out to do, yet alas, it was the only thing she could think to do. As she ventured off and away from Aestmarch, she brought her sights across every field and vineyard her family worked hard to restore, pondering what it would look like in the future: perhaps she would see, though unlikely. 

 

   A woman, abused by her father, and loved dearly by her mother, forged by a most typical tale of tragedy. Although her story was quiet and insignificant, she sought to end it in Haense, for it was time she carried on elsewhere, to find a new beginning or if fortunate a proper grave. Would they plant a tree for her? To create her a proper memorial? Or would they forget? It was a thought she forced herself to put aside. 

 

   By the time the sun rose, sparkling above those grassy plains and stark blue ponds, that Dame was gone. 

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I honestly cannot be bothered to put these all in spoilers. So, just read your name :j 

Junien: Brother, you abandoned me. You wretched being. I hope in the afterlife, I should be able to meet you there, so I might slaughter you once more, until your spirit no longer exists. I have not told my children of you, nor my husband. I hope you are forgotten. We were meant to become Ser and Dame together, yet you left, due to your foolish ambition and childish nature. I do not care if it is childish or petty. I will never forgive you. @nunlover

 

Florian: My friend, I hope you are well, and cooking. Still, I fondly recall our time on the docks, where you spoke to me of a brittle reality and truth. I did not heed it fully, and for that I regret it. I feel unfulfilled, unloved, and a broken woman. I ponder often what life would have been should that young page fill her spirit with true passion, rather than remain true to her abilities. My children, their spirits, have shown me what could have been, rather than what has been. I confess fully, in our youth, I had an inkling of perhaps affection for you; but you did not capture my heart. For that said spark belongs to my husband. Live well, live fully, and remember your kin and friend at home. @_yink_

 

Sabine: A simple confession of observation, though nothing more beyond it. I have always thought you were beautiful.  @critter

 

Ross: You are stronger than I. I do not know what to say, because the truth is, I don't really know you. I am not deserving to be your Mother, and I am sorry you’ve been cursed with me as one. But one thing I have been able to do, is to watch you over the years. I have seen you grow, fight for your place, and navigate it without me. You have only continued to blossom and flourished since you were a babe. Although I have been blind, I do not need to see, to know that you are exceptional. I am proud of you. @ChillDemonLad

 

Nikolaus: You will become a true Knight, unlike me. Where I have failed, you will pick up the mantle and remold it. You will become the true embodiment of a Knight from van Leuven, I know this much. Seek out Sigmar, to learn how to have the mind of a Knight; Seek out Joakim, to learn how to wield a weapon like a Knight; Seek out Ser Belisar to learn to have the courage of a Knight. You will do good my son. For you’ve the true passion for Knighthood. Do not fail as I had. @TaxesAreBad

 

Willam: You will flourish, where your father and I did not. My firstborn, you have always had a special place in my heart. Even if you take more after your father, I see in you my ambition and stubbornness. Wield it good, do not let it negatively consume you. Willam, taken from the name Wilhelm. A man in Reinmar during my coming-of-age trials, who showed me only kindness. That is what you are born of. Of compassion, family, undying love, and strength. Do not forget this. Furthermore, love who you shall love, though only be weary of the world around you. I will accept you for whoever you truly are. @Aden

 

Louna: I do not know you, only that you are heir. You must not fail, you cannot. For your family will fall behind you in such defeat. Be strong, determined, and mindful - because there is no other option. @RingAroundRosey

 

Mahaut and Adelina: You were my sisters, yet I know you never truly cared. At least, that is what I have felt in my life. A burden to be carried, akin to Junien, at least a useful one unlike that rotten stain upon our family name. Know two things, at the least, a simple confession of my truth: I have always loved you, and have always been miserable. Do not let it be mistaken, that everything I have done, to my full capacity, has been for our family. Even if it were not enough, even if it was never right, even if it was looked down on. I have sweated, I have bled, and I have toiled for our family. Know my love, even if brash and confusing, has always been true. Thank you. @pomegrad  @Dramatude

 

Sigmar: You must take care of Mahaut, you must take care of my family. It is my only request I shall plead to you. If I were in person, such a request would be made upon my knees, as if you were Godan himself. My children are young, still not yet capable. Help raise my son Nikolaus to be a Knight, where I could not. Help raise my son Ross to be loved, where I could not. Help raise my son Willam to be strong, where I could not. Help raise the young Louna to be determined, where I could not display. This is all I ask of you, Ser Sigmar.  @Terry

 

Belisar, Gentry, Gerard, Nikolas: Gerard, how could you let Gentry be better than you by retiring earlier than him? Belisar, the fade was a good era, stop hating. Nikolas, you need to hold your alcohol better. You four were the only friends I truly had. Die in good spirit as you have lived. @Pureimp10 @Masouri  @Worply @mythodon

 

The King and the Royal Crow-Siblings: Your grandmother had a theory; I viewed it treason and kept it quiet. I do not regret this decision, but I shall tell you now. She found suspicion in how your mother had died, and how your grandparents before you. She spoke to me of guarding the lot of you from your father, yet I held my doubt. Your grandmother, your father, both were good in spirit. I know not what caused this distrust, but I can say in confidence such is unlikely. Though, you are free to investigate yourself. Live on well, and continue to bring fruition to your legacy, children of Crow. Krusae zwy Kongzem.  @CheekyNolan  @erictafoya  @Mady @iris1612

 

Knight Paramount: I am retiring from my position as an active Knight of the Table. I request only that my replacement is a woman. For they are truly the wisest. Might I suggest either the Lady Teodora or the Lady Dima. Both are mighty, far beyond me. You were strong as a page, strong as a squire, and strong as a Knight. Be even stronger as Knight Paramount, see that my work for Ivangrad is implemented.  @Gandhi

 

Alekzmirez: I approve of you to become a squire. You have shown so much potential, in truth, to be even greater than your father. I wish you well, and while I may not lead you into Knighthood, I ask of you one thing, where I have failed. Do not allow this path to consume you, otherwise you shall never become a true Knight. Find love, grow a family, truly learn what it is you fight for. Live strong and die well. @Sladetricity

Cardan: Before I begin, allow me to preface, that you have wounded me as I have wounded you, so we are even. You are my everything, and my nothing. I have loved you for greater than I have ever hated you. Know that I hold no regrets in choosing you, that you shall forever hold my heart, and spirit. I only wish that we could have had a life I desired: to be a vintner. That was my dream. To create wines as my ancestors had, with flavors of varying complexity, and perhaps we could have taken your name. Miss Yvaine Conradrine and Mister Cardan Matteo Barbier. It is a dream, one that is fleeting, one that I have given up on. I shall miss your music, I shall miss your voice, I shall miss your tears, I shall miss your laughter, I shall miss your anger, I shall miss your schemes. Know that though I will be gone, I will never remarry, I will never love again. Forever, I will cherish you. Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop. But I do not regret it at all. @PeachLova

 

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HELLO! I need a break from Haense, and will also be insanely less active on LOTC to devote enough time to a character like Yvaine as she is. I hope you enjoyed the rp when I did rp! I had fun with my buddies in the community as usual! I’ll see you on the next character when that time comes. : ) Thank you for all the rp! I enjoyed it. 

 

 

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

The recently usual sight of Willam crying was seen again as he heard of his mother's departure. As he read the letter she had written to him, however, something blossomed within him that had been missing for some time. His glowing smile returned to his face at his mother's wishes and he responded aloud, though surely she could hear him only in her heart:

 

"I will, mamej. I will."

 

Edited January 13, 2025 by Aden

[LastFallenAngel 112]

I didnt get to rp with you much! Through was great to see you about perhaps we will meet again ! :]
Irena will miss her first guardian figure LMAO!
Take care and hope to interact more whenever you return on a new character :D

[Terry 2680]

Ser Sigmar, Lord Speaker and Knight of the Retinue went to leave his home as he normally had. A typical, repetitive day, a normal day. However, upon approaching the door, had he noticed two letters wedged into that space. One addressed to him, the other, his wife. Upon taking those two letters, had a feeling of dread set upon him, a feeling he had wished not to feel that particular sunny morning.

 

He'd walk back into his home, armor rattling and clanking as it normally did, as he tore the top of that letter to him. Upon reading each and every word adorned to that piece of paper, did he fall into that seat, and sigh. A long sigh, an exhausted sigh. Could he go through more of this, to pick up more of that Kingdom he so loved every day? He was uncertain, but he knew there were more that counted on him still. And whilst he never considered himself close friends with Yvaine, he would not disappoint her now.

 

It was there that he would rise once more, as he had every morning for the last 52 years. Not as spry as he once were but filled evermore with that determination to see Haense flourish. He'd move off to find his wife, delivering that letter to her, keeping it closed for her sake. It was not for him to know Yvaine's words to her, but for her alone. 

 

After that, did the Father of that younger generation set out to see to those children he never thought would be under his guiding hand, the list of such growing more so from that one simple letter.

[RingAroundRosey 498]

Louna would be slowly stepping about the grounds, the letter reaching her there through delivery. It was brief, unbeknownst to her the shortest of the letters that would be sent out. She didn't know her aunt well in truth, a conflicting sort of emotion between whispers of the city and the loyalty of blood. 

 

Over and over do her eyes scan the simple paragraph, the warning given to her from the dame. The Dame's encouragement would pierce more than perhaps intended. Dread spreading across the features of the young heiress. The paper crinkling in her grasp, she lets her starry gaze go skyward. 

 

"There is no other option but to cut down failure."

[prophetisms 982]

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Mahaut had taken that letter from Sigmar that morning after, eyes unflinching as the unopened letter came into her possession through a gentleness often reserved for her. Despite the many moments of silence they shared, this one felt different. It wasn’t avoidant, nor reluctant. It was a respite from each other, in favor of Mahaut’s own privacy and Sigmar’s own duty.

Even as Mahaut’s eyes traced the addressment on the letter, it would not rouse her out of the morning routine she had set over the decade and amended so carefully in the wake of their growing family. While she ventured from their room and down the lift, Mahaut opened the letter. Each creak and squeak of the contraption were as quiet as a mouse to Mahaut as she read over every word, inked in handwriting she scant remembered. 

Had someone asked Mahaut how she felt in that moment, there could be no words. There were no tears, either. Her chest felt light, but perhaps that was simply a hollowness. It was a fitting feeling, though, for Yvaine. She was the one woman who caused Mahaut as much grief as she caused her joy. If Mahaut had willed herself to know Yvaine more, she could remember the Leuven knight—her unexpected sister—as more than that.  

Carefully, Mahaut refolded the letter back into its original form, except for the futile attempts to iron out the paper from its unneeded creases, to get under her front door. By the time Mahaut had taken her eyes off the letter, her feet had brought her before a door. “Mathilde,” she spoke with clarity, despite everything. 

“Et’s a beautiful morning,” the mother rapped her knuckles against the bedroom door as her voice carried through the colorful walls. “We could go on that walk you wanted,” she tried to convince her daughter, who may not have even been awake yet. “Maybe go birdwatching, or collect flowers.” As Mahaut’s free hand dragged against her collarbone, she thought of what flowers they could find out in the Karoswald. Something red would be nice. That seemed to be Yvaine’s favorite color, after all.

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"Another letter from Nikolaus?" Florian mused as the envelope was passed into his flour dusted hands, hands that rarely seemed clean these days. His warm, chubby cheeked grin broadened as he wiped one hand on his apron and reached for a knife to carefully slit it open. "Spasiba, son," he said with a nod, dismissing the young blond who had delivered the letter with an almost identical smile to his own. "Now then, let’s have a look... Niet Nikolaus," he murmured, his mustache twitching as he curled his lips while reading. His blue eyes skimmed row by row, the faint furrow of his brow deepening as confusion began to creep in. "Trust eam, Yvaine. Ea am living fully. For that desire of mine has yet to die, and never will." Florian responded aloud. With a heavy sigh, Florian leaned his hip against the counter, folding the letter neatly before setting it aside with the countless others he’d gathered over the years, each one with a signature from those still back home.