The First Word | POV Post

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[!] This is a POV post, only to show character development and is not known in roleplay unless explicitly told or you were there.

 

[!] A depiction of a chandelier mid-fall.

 

 Strange was the first word to cross the Rovare’s mind. 

 

Who was this strange woman sitting within her father’s keep? 

Who was she to host tea?

To call her ‘Dear’? 

 

The young Lady sat, and she played, all smiles and hidden thoughts. More joined the party soon enough, a boy with grimy fingers offering a flower. Her brother arrived alongside the Imperial Squire, Gedeon. Soon, even, her father came to join. It was all so very strange. The woman’s tea-mates made their departure, after some more simple conversation. Gedeon left to patrol. 

 

There was then four. 

 

The ground rumbled, shaking the very foundations of the Castle Oakenwald - the strained chains of a delicate crystal chandelier snapping taut, a roaring whistle sounding as it came hurtling down from above.

 

Crash, crack, splinter.

 

The table broke into pieces, crystal and wood having flown out. Her father, where had he come from?- he shielded her, hovered over the girl. In spite of such, crystal embedded into her leg, blood flowing free.

 

Her vision swam, heart thudding in her throat as she was lifted into her father’s arms, brought to a cushioned seat upon the Oakenwald throne. Something simple, wooden, for those few times a County court may be held.

 

Adonis, he knelt before her, his book-learned medicine used to practice on his unwitting sister. Her father, he held her, even as she wailed - pain relief foregone, whether due to inexperience or no time.

 

 

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Beloved was the first word to cross the Rovare’s mind. An altercation like any other, some hours later as she held onto the crook of her brother’s arm, using him as a crutch. That strange woman was there again, but this time, she stood by Lucrezia’s father. He argued for her. For his beloved. 

 

Just who was this woman?

 

That word echoed, a softened whisper between her brother and herself, “Beloved?” “Did he say beloved?”

 

And then sometime more later, Adonis now soaked in the blood of patients, learning on the fast-track this Saint’s day - that discussion continued. 

 

Who was she?

Had their father found himself a new wife? 

Why would he not tell them?

 

Memories, known to only four in life, two of them dead, would assail the young Lady. A first memory, the one she held when youngest. The girl that stood before her was all of sixteen, and looked so much like her father. Blonde hair, blue eyes, even his nose. Lucrezia stood beside her mother, the tot swaying in the cliff breeze, attached at her mother’s legs. It was the news, though, of Rosalind that set her off. All it took was a push, little hands pressing out against the elder girl's legs, until she stumbled back and fell over the cliff.

 

“I am my Papa’s one and only daughter,” The lie burned on her tongue, each time it was uttered, though it grew easier - smoother with time.

 

Her gaze tracked to the young boy who followed shortly after his mother, that strange woman, and could not help but to wonder.

 

 

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Brothers was the first word to cross the Rovare’s mind. The Imperial Edict had been delivered, and it was clear her brothers would be sent to war.  Adonis, the scholarly boy of which his beret falls into his eyes. Elias, who only just returned to them, seeking glory. Lucien, mischievous and often finding play.

 

Her current crutch, a Page of the Bluecloaks and her friend, Aviel read the Edict over her shoulder. His eyes had widened, terrified, words a stutter for he was called to war against a continent. 

 

Lucrezia Rovares legs crumpled beneath her, holding onto that Edict like a life-line, a cry on the girl's lips. “Oh, my brothers..”

 

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Much like stated above, this is a POV post as I got inspired to write it after the RP today! You only know of this if explicitly told irply, or you were there! Thanks a ton for those all there for the RP today!