The Falling Nikul

[libertyybelle 6187]

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Months before the conclusion of what was the war that swallowed Haense, it was the moon Princess who stood atop the Kastell Lesanov and prayed. Her barely audible words sank into the night as she basked in the light from her beloved Nikul. 

 

She prayed for Haense and her family. She prayed that peace could be found in her time and that the angel who once spoke words of encouragement would once again find her. Alas, such an angel didn’t arrive, and her prayers went unanswered.

 

It was upon her ride to Norland that she began to doubt her mission. To shepherd the Haeseni to the Norlandic borders was to shepherd them to Pagans and to the child Ipera who still lingered behind a now much older one, that was the worst thing she could do. Though of little choice, she beckoned her Marian Retinue and rode on to the colder parts. From then on out, her life was made in blinks.

 

A blink and there Ipera was. Bidding Haakon a plead of survival, and to her surprise, she was met with a warmth she had not expected. Pagans, to her, were stories of evil men who ransacked villages and killed innocent women and children. Yet these men in front of her, bleeding of Norn, were anything but.

 

The Norlandic King spoke unto her, as she offered gold and assets, that he could not be bought with things he could pillage. So she gave him all she could think to give in the moment. It was then as the Princess took off her circlet and knelt before Haakon in a manner of offering him her pride, he knelt along with her. His hand unto her shoulder, he spoke, “Then do what you must, and continue to be the Hope-Bearer for your Kingdom.”

 

Another blink and she stood on the dias, listening as the Haeseni denizens cried out toward their King. Concerned and scared, she realized perhaps it was not something she could offer. Perhaps what the angel had spoken unto her, this mission she had been given was to be of little result. She would have to disappoint her, she would have to disappoint God.

 

A blink. There he was, St. Raguel taking hold of  Nadya and Joren - sweeping them away into a puff of smoke - her hope was lost and as Philippa beckoned her to stand, she simply could not. Everything was moving too fast and slipping from her grasp; Ipera could hardly keep up.

 

A blur and time passed, and upon entering Lemon Hill, she felt little of God’s presence. She heard the men in the room debate how they would carve her home and what pieces would go where. It was then she lost her belief. 

 

And as the Norns helped the Princess bury her books deep within the confines of Solgaard, she began to question if such a God existed.

 

How could he have turned his back to his creations? Surely, if there was a merciful God, he had been long dead. 

 

Each night in the Inn within Norland, she wept. Quiet enough as to not wake her children. Each night, she no longer prayed but mourned her lost home.

 

She mourned the fact that Devana, Ulyana, and Anastasia would never know the beauty of the Kareninas.

 

She mourned that her children, Isaak and Juliya, would never grow up knowing the vastness of Morteksvan’s halls or where their ancestors occupied.

 

She mourned the woman who died alongside Haense.

 

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just a small narrative post for my character hehe, enjoy! and rip haense :,(

 

[MRCHENN 4741]

2 hours ago, libertyybelle said:

A blur and time passed, and upon entering Lemon Hill, she felt little of God’s presence. She heard the men in the room debate how they would carve her home and what pieces would go where. It was then she lost her belief. 

 

And as the Norns helped the Princess bury her books deep within the confines of Solgaard, she began to question if such a God existed.

 

[!] Father Drusco sends Ipera a brief thesis he wrote on the nature of "Evil" (nonetheless, he does not agree that any evil has been done in this case) and why God must permit it for the world to function.
 

He then prays that she does not convert to paganism.

 

[zuziee 4004]

Philippa Kovachev stood at the edge of the courtroom like a forgotten shadow, her gaze trailing after Princess Ipera as she departed with the Norns. The air was thick with the dying heat of argument. Haeseni lords shouted like cornered hounds, their voices sharp and bitter, bouncing off the stone walls like thrown daggers. From her place below the dais, the courtroom spun, not from movement, but from the sudden vacuum left behind, as though the center of the world had shifted and left her standing off-balance in the wake. Yet beneath the ache in her chest, a quiet thread of hope hummed. She would see Ipera again. Of this, she was certain.

[DahStalker 3692]

Ljúfvina found herself gawking in that typical haze of the prior princess, arms often hung at her flank in an idle stance. It was soon after that she made the routine effort of delivering small candies and treats to that woman at the least, as to give her something to savor during ironically a most unsavory time. to savor during ironically a most unsavory time. For surely everyone enjoyed honeyed candies and goat cheese.

[libertyybelle 6187]

4 hours ago, MRCHENN said:

 

[!] Father Drusco sends Ipera a brief thesis he wrote on the nature of "Evil" (nonetheless, he does not agree that any evil has been done in this case) and why God must permit it for the world to function.
 

He then prays that she does not convert to paganism.

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Erm this is a narrative post, not a letter so I’m unsure how he would know to send her this. Sorry if I wasn’t clear on that in the original post.