An old, former Baron raises his glass and downs the black Carrion inside, a tear running down his face.
"I have mourned vy once, and I will again. I wish we could have talked more, but we will in the skies."
A heavy sigh is released from his lips
"I am just glad vu are finally at peace. Godan bless vyr soul, let your troubles be washed away. My true sister, I only hope for vyr happiness. I'm glad vy're at peace. I will see vy soon enough."
Stefan sets down his drink and calls for his daughter.
A short trip later, on the roof of the palace, Stefan sat looking up at the stars. He'd glance over to his daughter.
"Let me tell vu the story of one of the greatest women to walk this ground, and how despite everything trying to tear her down, she fought. A Warrior, A Diplomat, My Friend, My Sister. "
"Let me tell you the story of Mariya."