Fresh Start

[TheBareSheet 194]

Amber sat dully. Her finger absentmindedly stroked the smooth, at the same time callused spruce. She looked out, out of the balcony of the newly built embassy. She was silent.

 

Everything she owned, she inherited. It seemed.. All taken for granted. But, that would justify her extreme sense of disappointment in herself. It was a responsibility she carried. It had all gone wrong when her father left. Even worse when her brother left too. Was this all a mistake?

 

She wasn't any Rose Valois, she was just.. In heart a girl which sought somewhere to belong to. To seek some kind of identity. She could never rely on her mother, she ceased to exist.. Neither did she ever trust her cold step mother. Now that her father was gone. She was still her own lost self. 

 

She failed. It was the only logical explanation she could think of. She failed as a daughter. Failed as Countess. Failed as a liege. She couldn't even say employer since the production in the county had never resumed. She failed to all her family. Failed to her king. Oh well.. Now she knew everything could be taken away.

 

She failed. And there was nothing she could say to justify it. She failed, rendering her father's hard work a waste. She failed her family because they no more ha a true home. She failed their king not being able do anything to return for his generosity. 

 

"Ugh.." She sighed. Frustration. Anger. Disappointment. Misery. 

 

It was so ironic somehow. She was meant to be the opposite, or so she thought. She needed this all to end. She needed to start fresh. She needed a change. A new identity.

 

The emotions clashed, like they always did. And as usual she had to. She had to stay strong. Keep her mind ahead. Because it was always like that. It was survival. 

 

Amber pressed her lips thinly. Turned back to her desk, and took out the finely sharpened quill, ink and a piece of blank sheet. It was a bare sheet. Today she was going to fill it.

 

Her eyes now stone hard, steely fixed itself on the paper. She wrote: "My dearest family, I sadly inform you that our county is to be demolished. Ordered on the edict written by The Lord High Chancellor.  I would personally invite all of you to our newest manor in Abresi, soon issued to us by the generous Chancellor. At such difficult times, I would encourage us to stay strong and stay together. It is once again time for our family to prosper.

 

We shall remain most faithfully to our king. We shall seek all possible opportunities. We shall find great power and faith in the Creator. We shall be aware of political status of all Kingdoms. Tomorrow, I shall be traveling to the King's court, if you would like to accompany me, please tell me so. 

 

May the Creator bless us.

 

Sincerely,

Amber"

 

As she lifted her pen, she accidentally grazed her thumb with the sharp nib. And so be it, it left a blood smudge of the sheet. She folded the paper and sent it to all family members she knew. 

 

She slept without dreams whatsoever, there was no fits of whatsoever, only silent tears that trickled and wet the pillow.

 

 

((TheBareSheet. My name finally has a purpose XD. Oh well it's a pity that we lost the county, but it would be soon if we continues to be that empty. Well fresh start. Go Stolistes! If anybody wants to join, feel free to see our website countydestolistes.weebly.com

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[BathRugMan 564]

Beltran walks out of his living quarters. Stretching his arms behind his back, Beltran walks towards his male box and opens the hatch. There, in the small metal cavity laid a single letter, with what he recognised as the seal of the County, the crimson wax sticking the letter shut. Frowning and looking at the yellow letter in his hand, he walks back into his living quarters and sits down at his desk. Shifting aside dusty parchment and rusting pen nibs, Beltran set the letter on his desk and sits down on his oaken chair. Glinting, the steel knife sheers through the tight space between the letter and the seal, as the letter opens, a slip of parchment falls out and sprays a shower of dust as it lands on the desk. His hand held the sheet as he read the thin, spidery hand writing of his aunt, his expression becoming more worried. He had hoped that the news the man in armour told of was just a trick, but written in ink was what dashed his hopes. Dropping the yellow paper in the pile next to him, Beltran ran off to talk to his aunt.

 

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[Draeris 3124]

Marcus de Stolistes looks out of window overseeing his beloved pine forest. In tears, scarred by his loss, he packs his latest trinkets from his desk. He recently settled in his expensive embassy, but it was all for nothing. He looked at his aunt staring out of the window as well, he was angered at her for the first time in his life. How could she ever allow this! His depression took over Marcus, and he fell down to the ground. He had no energy left to stand, so tired he was of all his work to make de Stolistes influential. Laying on the ground he thought of his whole youth, from the point he could still remember. Suicidal thoughts haunted his head, he did all of it for nothing, NOTHING! He became dizzy laying on his red carpet, he looked at his ceiling. It was all blurry due his tears. With his last amount of energy he stood up, and looked at his aunt's window. She was still there. With the greatest fury he ever knew, he walked to her. His armour was never so heavy, and his county never so cold. While walking over the bridge he fell again, but this time in the river next to it. The fall went so slow for him, and for the first time he felt nothing, nothing at all. He floathed in the cold water, but he didn't care. He didn't care for anything, anymore.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.