Gandhi

Atop said loyal pony rode August Barclay, sallet barely fastened to his helm as his masked visage eyed the very distant walls of Providence with his cousin, Viktor. His gloved hand comfortably rested upon his shortened scabbard, fit for a boy his age. “Repaid, ja.” He spoke, offering a solemn shake of his head as his pony cracked on its heels to ride him back to the Cathalonian Manor.

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Carlos Mendez frowns, very much so actually. "..Sorry, William." He affirms somberly. "Ea will always remember the good times with ti."

Charles Darkwood...had just stood there, as Aeira spat out bits of blood; and for that, his eyes drew strewn out between Adrianna and herself as he heard the constant murmuring of Reinhardt ring through his ears, a quiet attempt to comfort his young daughter into believing everything was okay. He felt helpless, until he finally made his way forth and kneeled down beside her, his hand initially set on her shoulder in confusion on what he should do to comfort her; and then to her back as he tried to help Adrianna sit her up. Both of them knew she was a lost cause, but his wife wasn't about to give up and as she murmured her finally words and collapsed back. Adrianna sobbed and sobbed, it seemed like there had no end to it... After Klaus' eventually arrival and Reinhardt's departure; stood himself, Dietrich, Klaus and Adrianna. It seemed to go by in a flash: him and his brother-in-law's quick exchange of words; Klaus' slap at the hands of his sister.. "There are many things Ich regret Charles, what's one more!" Klaus roared aloud to Charles, it stuck in his mind for the following days; it had seemed to draw away his mind from Aeira's departure, if not for just a few minutes at a time. Nevertheless, He couldn't help but cry to himself, still distanced from his wife he knew; it was probably for the best.. On the other side of the Keep, sat a young August Barclay. He had finally heard the news from his father, and so he did nothing but resort to solemnly frowning to himself. He never knew her after all; and he just continued reading, reading through all the cries and shouting.

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Charles Darkwood offers a slight, yet mildly-concerned shrug as he reads through the study; though feeling a bit of inner pride as he stows it away.

Charles Darkwood applauds at the news, grinning quite proudly. “Gutte job, Anna.” He told his wife, Adrianna as she shows him the royal missive. “Ich will pray fur the health of their baby.” @CopOwl

“Canonists,” Corrects one, Charles Darkwood, though applauding the righteous missive nevertheless!

"'Farley', Ich can see who this ist..." Charles Darkwood spoke, still mourning and coping with the death of his great-grandfather. "Lies, all of it; und its Adrianna Darkwood, has been fur the last...eight years." He scoffed.

Charles Darkwood tilts his reading glasses down as he skims through the missive; a wide grin slowly spreading upon his features. "Heh-" He sniggers to himself, then tossing it aside and leaning back into his comfortable chair.

Carlos Mendez shrugs, rolling his eye as he snagged up the missive from his wife Lynette and read over it.

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“Oh Godani-“ Mutters Charles Darkwood as his wife notifies him of Ingrid’s death. “Ich did nicht get ein chance to meet her, but du have told me ein lot.” He rambles, then lowering his head and murmuring a quick prayer for the fallen Duchess before heeding his wife’s request of a dance. @CopOwl

Charles Darkwood sighs, handing the missive off to his brother in law, Reinhardt. “Pride Rights!” He exclaims with a snicker. @Capt_Chief26

Charles Darkwood sighs in quiet contemplation, mildly-disappointed of his cousin's choice of marriage; nevertheless he makes sure to send Antonius a letter of congratulation.

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Charles Darkwood prayed for the slain Cardinal.

"Ich said we were nicht enemies before Ich realized the things du did to Maya und Adrianna, Erwin." Remarks a disgruntled Charles Darkwood, scoffing thereafter. "Und du still manipulated mein wife, that has nicht changed, nor will it."

Charles Darkwood gives Maya a supportive pat on the shoulder as she finishes up her draft of the piece. “Gutte job, Maya. Ich am proud, dur vater would be too.” @avióndelta

Carlos Mendez furrows his brows, turning to face his son and daughter with a smile. "Si he is the one; and you two can call only him that. Just don't tell your mother.."

Luka Bishop blinks, scanning over the missive. "Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Viktor." He repeats in a murmur, then turning to a self-whisper as he stands from his seat. "Erwin Bishop, you'll pay for this....A stain on Devan's legacy you are. Regardless, I've always been a bastard, never bothered to educate yourself on the fact...I guess!" The Sedanian scoffs with a slight snicker at Erwin's lack of education on his own family, still unknowing of his daughter's recent death. Gandhicus Bishop, settled quietly in the seven skies, receives news from his brother, Devan and nephew, Henry. "Devan never knew how to control his line." He sighs, shaking his head. (@Javert) Charles Darkwood glares upon the notice, "Delusional, the bastard is." He says, looking to Adrianna Darkwood née Barclay and he turns to stroll over to her, pressing the missive into her hands. "Maya Avoran." He repeats in a whisper, trying to wrap his head around it. (@CopOwl) Carlos Mendez couldn't care less, it didn't involve him and the way he saw it; Erwin was a disappointment to his line and to his daughter, who almost married him.

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Francis van der Sainte-Blandine stares over at Lomiei, his glance only hidden by the closed visor on his helm which mildly-perturbed his view. "I doubt Father Paul would take advice from someone with such a bad haircut." He muses to himself, tapping his foot idly on the stone below himself.

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Charles Darkwood scowls at the demotion of his Barclay in-laws. Relaxing back into a seated position within his family's Orenian Manor after he had been passed the missive by his wife, Adrianna. He forms an arched brow as his head tilts in question. "Und du still wonder why we moved to Oren." He comments idly, then looking to Adrianna with a dismissive sigh.