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Countess Ludovar smiles in determination at the sight of the King-published missive, her hand clenching into a fist. "The Orenians didn't learn after last time."

Anabel Elia Colborn, sister to the alleged "shamed Elia", gasps as her eyes lay upon the publication. "ELIA!!" She screeches, "WHO DID VY OFFEND THIS TIME!"

Adele Ludovar blinks when she reads through the missive detailing her daughter's 'new positions'. "To each they're own - ?" She wonders aloud, the Countess then quietly hoping that her eldest hasn't been inducted into some sort of Fairy Cult - despite her withering memories of the Valtakongzem from her youth.

The long-deceased Dame in question peers down from the Seven Skies as her brother-in-arms drafts up the missive in his office. A small smile crosses her face as she nods in satisfaction at the turn of events, murmuring to herself. "My final squire succeeds my position as Martial; it's only fitting." She decides, satisfied. "May Ser Conrad deftly avoid the curse of the Meyster." She quietly prays to the powers that be, then staying to watch the Paramount and now-Martial a bit longer.

The Countess looks over the missive with a neutral face, silently proud of the younger woman for repenting so fiercely, while simultaneously sympathetic to the embarrassment she'll soon have to endure at the hands of those who still despise her. "Godani keep vy." She murmurs, signing the Lorraine.

Countess Adele Ludovar frowns, sighing in fatigue to herself. "Ea do hope that Matyas's drunken mistake with that woman shall not follow our family for the rest of our lives." She grumbles upon reading the words before adding. "And why would the Royals take her into the Prikaz! When she ruined mea life, is known to practice magics, and stole a kiss with His Majesty-! What possessed them?" She pauses for a moment in thought, her frown turning to a true grimace as she stuffs the note into a drawer - away from the curious prying eyes of her children. "Well. I know what possessed him, it's not difficult to guess."

"Ohhhh, Little Andrei - !" Squeals The Countess when she receives her invitation. A messenger had approached her while she rode with Tatyana in her arms, and Emma sitting just in front of her in the saddle of her horse. "Vy were a babe in arms just last week, it must have been..!" She jokes, smiling softly and proud to watch her friend's children grow so quickly.

Adele Ludovar is a little worried about attending this event, that of her peculiar sister-in-law. "Ea wonder what Elizaveta has cooked up this time around... Maybe she'll have the entire Chapel turned into frogs. O-or maybe she'll make Barley takes his vows as a frog. Ea don't think ea'll bring Emma, as planned..." She muses, eyes glancing to her sleeping daughters nestled in the Otistadt nursery.

The Right Honourable, Countess Adele Ludovar, does not often find herself with time to think about Adelaide anymore... There are more things to be concerned with, for the girl who grew without a mother. And who can worry about parents when there are children? Even as the Countess laments on Adelaide with the von Audrick's youngest grandchild, Tatyana Amelya, asleep in her lap. She looks so much like Anya, too. Or the portraits of her, at least. Adele could barely remember Adelaide before she changed, and the few portraits of her mother, Anya, left in the keep feel so foreign to her. Johann had outlawed most of them, after all, in his attempts to keep Adele and Amicia from finding out any more about her than they had to know. And what excellent children Anya had birthed. A shame about her death, though. Aleksey; A dreamer, was intended to succeed his father, Amicia; The Eldest, married the Prince of Sedan, and Adele; the most meek, really did succeed her father as the Countess. It was one of the most important days of Adele's life, when she finally met Adelaide after all of her research and searching. And yet... Her mother had not been there on her wedding day, nor met her children, nor gone to comfort her at her father's funeral. Did she do enough? Would Adelaide be the next to leave her? With no mother for guidance?

The Ghost of Adrianna Darkwood frowns..

The newest Pontiff's deceased sister, Adrianna Darkwood's ghost hovers restlessly outside of the St. Henrik's Basilica. Once she hears the news, her eyes widen but she smiles to herself in satisfaction at her correct position as her words in death rattle through her ears. "You've done a great job. You could even become Pontiff one day; and I believe in you. I still love and miss you." While the siblings had never reconciled after their infamous dispute, she had still watched his Priest career with interest from afar. Even after death, she had carefully observed him open up his letter; her ethereal form drifting after her older brother and then lingering in the crypts to watch over her body. Klaus had scowled, muttering to himself. "Pontiff... There are better men than me to take the mantle, and thank Gott for that." At that, her hushed voice had whispered on the wind as it does now. "Du underestimate deinself, bruder..." As an ethereal being, she can't step into the church but she catches a glimpse of Tylos's new robes, and she smiles with knowledge. "Ich wast right. Take that." She snickers, before heading off to watch someone else.

The Countess, laboured with pregnancy once more, blinks away sobbing tears when she hears of the news from a passing servant that had visited the Kortrevich keep. "First Papej, now vy, Vasi-?" After Vasilia had ran away from Haense when Adele was younger, she had grown less attached to the Kortrevich; even spiteful with her for abandoning her without a mother again. But disputes aren't what matters anymore, because now Vasi is dead, and they couldn't rekindle their bond before the end... "So soon..." She tearfully whispers.

The One that Got Away Adele wonders each day what more she could have done. For all she knew, Cecilya had made it out onto the chill Haeseni roads and been slain by roaming bandits. But she couldn't dwell on that; her family here needed her. Matyas, Amicia, Emma, Johanna, Pyotr, Sibylla, and everyone else. "I have never felt like a true part of this family." Was what she'd left Adele in her handwriting. The last day that she had seen Cecilya was the day her Father died; the worst day of her life, despite everything. She couldn't give Cecilya the attention she needed, mostly because she herself was hurting. But she could never give Johanna or the Cecilya the attention that they needed or wanted - she had other, more important things to dedicate her time to... And yet. Now that Ceci was gone, what was all of that more important stuff for? If they would just ... If she was gone anyway. Because Adele didn't treat her cousin right. Those poor things... Their mother was absent, and she remembered the day their father died. She had missed it, distracted by a Duma session in replace of her father. She had missed her Uncle's last moments on this plane because of a Duma bill-! "Please, please don't look for me." Those begging words of her cousin forever echo through the now-Countess's mind. And now Cecilya might have joined him. What was any of this for, if not to stop that? Nothing... "Tell Johanna I'm sorry." Was her final wish. And Adele couldn't even do that.

We love the LGBTQIA+ in this house! (Me realising that as an ace person i shouldve picked something purple or monochrome for this)

Adrianna Darkwood née Barclay is not with the welcoming party for her young cousin in the Seven Skies. Instead, she watches him get ambushed and perish on the road to Reinmar. She sits a short distance away as his blood is spilt, but this time she cannot help him with her healing hands. Her own ethereal form - beginning to fade away as the living forget her - watches the Duke's pure soul rise from his lifeless body as he ascends; finally at peace. A single tear meets the earth, and for a moment anyone passing by could see the liquid before it seeps into the ground, with the mourning whisper: "Oh, Spritzen..." Echoing on the wind.

The Countess laments once she hears the news. Only that day, during the latter swearing of fealty, she had sat beside her husband and mentioned the Viscount. "And what have vy been up to-?" He had asked her. "Well, ea've been delayed by..." Her eyes darted down to the sleeping daughter in her lap, and she had never felt more content. Her father was gone; he would never meet his grandchildren, a stroke had taken the Late-Count, but the birth of her child had filled the empty space in her heart and smothered the sorrow. "...Some things," She murmured, "But now yam ready to get to work on a case for Bo-Bo." "Oh-?" "Da, apparently Bo-Bo had his arm broken, and the family want to pursue the doer." She stated, inhaling sharply as she thought of all of the paperwork she had yet to fill out. "But ea meant to speak to the Lord Kortrevich today for his account - just as a basis." That memory echoes around in her skull as her lips purse into a thin, soured line and her chest begins to fret. It had taken Johann only a day or two to die from his ailment - what if Lord Nikolai was the same? Poor Esmée, and her dear children, how would they cope?

Adrianna Darkwood peers down to her friend and mentor from ... Somewhere inbetween. "I'm sorry fur leaving du, Emma.." She murmurs quietly as she bows her head in silent shame and regret...

VE ARANY WIKLEY I AIN MAMETVAS THE GOLDEN BLESSING OF A DAUGHTER Issued by THE COUNTESS OF OTISTADT On this 10th of Gronna ag Droba, 427 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZEN AG EDLERVIK, There are few blessings in this world that are as precious as the one to bring a child into the world, to watch new life be created and grow before one’s very eyes, to know that the cycle that brings about every new generation and every new drop of ambition into this world, continues yet by your very own doing. To know that soon, you shall create precious memories, not as an individual, but as a parent to a child that shall one day carry the torch which you did. As is typical of a lady’s first pregnancy, the labour was long and difficult. However, luckily the Countess experienced no complications and thanks to the hardwork of honoured Surgeon General Theodosya Barclay, she delivered at 6:44 in the early morning. For a moment, the Lord of Alban worried that the baby’s lungs were not developed enough to survive, but the cries of the newborn soon rung out through the Hospital of St. Amyas. As such, with elation do the Countess and Count-Consort of Otistadt announce that upon this 10th of Gronna and Droba of 427 E.S., the Countess of Otistadt did give birth to a healthy and beautiful daughter, who they have chosen to name Emma Henrietta Ludovar in respect to two great women. She shall one day proudly carry the Ludovar name further as the Countess of Otistadt, where thereby she be named the titular Baroness of Juliksburg. We beckon the Haeseni people to welcome the new Baroness of Juliksburg @DearConnorMurphy into the world. TIZ LIFST DLUM HAESIY, The Right Honourable, Adele Emma Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, Viscountess of Sezwesk, Baroness of Juliksburg, Lady of Kazstadt, Jovenaar of Hanseti-Ruska The Right Honourable, Matyas Isaak Ludovar, Count-Consort of Otistadt, Lord of Alban, Jovenaar of Hanseti-Ruska

Adele Ludovar wipes an ashamed tear from her hormone-stuffed eyes. "Ea will never impress a Koenas with mea gowns, will ea..." She whispers, then hurrying off to commission a plethora more of gowns that might impress the Queen this time-! "Ea only wanted to wear something befitting a baroness ..." She murmurs mournfully to herself as she rushes to her Seamstress's quarters.

Adele Ludovar smiles for her friend, Isabel Baruch's, ascension to Duchess after so long! However she pauses, brows furrowing afterwards when she realises that she no longer outranks the Young Baruch woman...

Death. In life there is always death. Godan designed it that way and there could be no life without death. But the lives of those so deeply touched by death are always tragic. And there is plenty of death to come… Adrianna Barclay, at merely age 7, watched Cillian Castaway run away from her. He hurried out of the palace courtroom and from Adrianna, young Reinhardt and their friend Amelia. The young Barclay seemed very unsure, “Uhm… Ich think he ist running away from us. Du think he ist afraid?” She asked, her eyes narrowing mischievously. Her 14 year old brother, Reinhardt, nodded with a sneaky grin. “He ist scared.” He affirmed, and Adrianna replied, “Why don’t we just follow him until he notices? Maybe try und scare him.” She suggests. Rein nodded, “Follow him. Ich know where he lives.” And the 3 children of mischief descended into the city and approached the Castaway house. “Right here.” Came Rein’s voice, “Ich have ein key.” He said, pulling out said shiny golden key and inserting it into the door. The juveniles entered the house, then proceeding to go through all the unlocked chests, their sticky fingers grabbing all of the alcohol in particular and then making off just as the master of the house arrived home. Adrianna and Amelia were holed up in her tiny windowless bedroom in the Reinmaren keep, having snuck past her father and Uncle when their ears were met with a deafening, and bone chilling yell from the former. "ADRIANNA.” A scream emanated from the young girl. Within seconds, a loud bashing could be heard from her locked bedroom door as Ser Cedric Barclay, Knight Paramount of Haense attempted to batter down the door with his daughter inside, hiding her stashes of booze from his angry fists. Then in a blur Adrianna’s arm was suddenly outstretched as she threw the stone. It skimmed once more along the surface of the water, leaving it as clean as driven snow. Adrianna gasped and grinned at her triumph. The voice of Henry Bishop spoke up to congratulate her, “That one was quite nice! Gut job Adrianna.” He told her, Anna smiling proudly. “Danke!” She said, “Uhm. what should Ich call du by the way?” She asked a little sheepishly, quickly preparing another stone to toss. "Henry ist fine, Ich do nicht have any particular titles at the moment you need to worry about.” The man replied, and Arianna tilted her head curiously, “Nothing? Ich can call du Onkle Henry if du like.” She asked, quickly throwing one last stone for the evening. "Ich doubt many people in Oren knew Ich even existed until ein few Saint’s Days ago.” Said Klaus Barclay to his younger sister. She smiled faintly, “Hah, true. Du und Rein have sooo many girls who like du, und people du talk to.” "We both have one girl who likes us, und then even mine ist debatable, since we just met.” He retorted, “But, we got there because we went out and talked to people. Du should nicht be afraid to talk to people. Du’re ein better catch than du think, Adri.” Reinhardt patted her on the head. “Be confident in durself, do nicht let anyone try to push du around, stand firm und plant durself like ein tree. Ja?” Adrianna smiled up at him while the sounds of the Orenian House of Lords discussion echoed around the wide hall in the background. “Danke. Ah - Ich appreciate that, Ich will.” She assured him in response to his advice. Adrianna took a couple steps within Petra’s gorgeous flower garden before plopping down in the lush grass to smell the flowers and listen to the other sounds of the garden. "Da - some of them are taller than me!” Came the Princess’s voice from behind her. “Vy can pick one if vy want -” Petra offered, “Just take it from its stem so vy can replace it.” "What? Und ruin how pretty it ist…?” She asked sheepishly. Ser Cedric Barclay stepped behind Anna, leaning over her shoulder as he pressed a small wooden knight into her grasp. On the Knight’s feet are written the words: ‘Ser Cerdic’ and Adrianna’s eyes lit up upon seeing it while her fathers murmured, “Happy Birthday Anna.” To her, “He’s protected mich ever since Ich wast jung.” Erwin Bishop started to place the picnic items down on the blanket. “But ein gorgeous sight it is.” He sat down, staring at her as he spoke. She glanced at him, tilting her head and grinning, and looking out over the great view as she sat with him. “What do du mean…?” She asked, still chewing on her pie, perfectly content. "Did Ich get cooties? How do Ich know?” Wailed the young Johann Barclay while Adrianna’s hand lay on his head, “Awh, Ich am sorry.” She murmured before his frightened eyes darted up to her. “So did Ich get them?!” He exclaimed in fright. Anna lightly shook her head, “Nein, nein.. Du can’t uh.. Du can’t get cooties from family.” She told him, taking a quick deep breath before the Barclay Duchess, Margot, spoke up from behind the boy. “You didn’t, love. She’s right.” The mother assured him, her own fingers combing his hair. A distance away, the wooden toy knight floated on the surface of the water. Of its own accord, it slowly and carefully swam back to shore, then lying down to dry. Off in the distance, Adrianna sat, sobbing, as she pulled out a very crumpled and tear-stained piece of paper. “Mein Vater..” She whimpered, “He sent mich this.” She nodded, showing the note to Erwin. Reading it, the boy murmured very quietly. “..Duty..” As Anna continued, “H-he never told mich.. He never told mich. Or Rein, Or Klaus.” She hissed, lips curling in disgust. “It was true nonetheless.” The Bishop said back. "N-nein!” She exclaimed, “Why are du nicht mad about it?” She asked in exasperation to her brother, deep bags lying under his tired eyes. “Ich didn’t know Opa, und now Ich feel like Ich didn’t know Vater-” She continued before Reinhardt interrupted her. “Because Ich have no more anger left to give. Ich save it for mein enemies, und Ich will avenge Vater if ist the last thing Ich do. Ich have cried for ein month und Ich still love Vater.” Anna gritted her teeth, “Then… Will du spar with mich?” She asked firmly. "You ever dance?” Asked Charles Darkwood with a snicker. She looked over at him with a grin as the two stood in the centre of the Orenian Palace gardens’s maze. “Hm? Errm, ja, but I’m nicht as gutte as Ich should be.” She replied brightly. The young man smiled softly, then extending an inviting hand. “In that case- may I have your hand in a dance, Lady Barclay?” "Rein..” She started, before lowering her voice to just a whispers as she stood next to her brother. “What…?” He asked her, brows initially furrowing in concern. She smiled to him, “Ich liebe dich. Okay? Ich don’t… Know why I’ve never said it before. Ich liebe dich.” A heartfelt smile reached her brother’s warm eyes, “Ich liebe dich auch. Ich am so proud of du.” "Ich know that Ich know nicht all, und commit meinself to daily amelioration.” "Ich understand that warmth, understanding und empathy outweigh the surgeon’s knife or the alchemist’s herb.” "Ich swear to protect the privacy of those seeking aid, fur the world ist too vast fur ein surgery room.” "Ich know Ich am nein Gotte. His plan ist nicht fur mein meddling.” "Ich pray to act in preservation of this calling, und that Ich long experience the privilege of healing those who seek mich.” "Ich hereby swear to do nein harm.” "All this Ich swear.” Anna gently closed her eyes as Charles stroked her hair, "Du're getting ein bit better..." She whispered idly, as a soft smile crossed her face before it contorted into a sad frown and then she let out a sniffle. "O-onkle Henry... T-told mich to tell du, that du would make ein gutte Vater." Her husband sighed gently, "Ich...Ich always held ein certain amount of degree of respect for Henry.. Ich may not have respected his son but mich und du had our reasons." He told her, forming a weak smile as to glance down to her. "Ich am sorry he had to die so early...Ich barely knew him, focus on durself, Anna." "Well…” Maya started while the sea swept the ship the two women lay on, “I don’t have a man or someone to rely on. But in the end…” The young woman sighed, “Adrianna, you are one of a kind. You are you. You are great, powerful, strong. Lorenz will see that and he will understand… Once he’s older. But it’s not always about kids. You come first too.” A messenger boy arrived, huffing and sweating, to Adrianna Darkwood's side with two notes to her. She took them and read them both, tears welling in her sweet eyes. A single pale tear dropped down her cheek to her chin, though she wiped it away before it could fall, just as the deceased Ingrid Barclay had wished for. "T-tante..." She cried, "Du... Ich am so sorry.. Did du even know mich at all?" She painfully lamented, clutching at her chest. "Du felt like ein Mutter to mich, while mein wast out in the world.. We... Ich should have made du more tea." Adrianna held close to her chest a tightly swaddled one-armed baby, then she reached out to grasp her husband’s hand. “She ist perfect, Ich don’t care what anyone says..” She whispered, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “Ja she ist perfect.” Charles affirmed, “She ist perfect…” He squeezed her hand as a warm smile flooded his features. Adrianna’s gaze remained on the sleeping Irina as she whispers, “Ich liebe dich…” Adrianna Darkwood read the letter to the Barclays from her standing position within the courtyard. The Surgeon General wore her black dress and veils once more, signifying the grief she held within after the recent passing of Manfred disturbed the House, and now Aunt Luisa had ascended to the Seven Skies as well. Upon reading the letter of her Great Aunt, another tear fell forth from her seemingly eternal grievous eyes. "Too soon, Tante.." She whispered, lips curling to prevent a sob from spilling forth. "Adri-” Hacked her dying mother while blood spilled forth over the floor from her pained coughs. “Mutter- nein, nein, nein…” Whimpered Adrianna, while Aeira Barclay grasped desperately at her, then looking with fear into her eyes. “I- love you- all.” Managed the dying woman before her body went still, slumped in Adrianna’s arms when her coughs died down. Adrianna felt helpless to do anything as she had watched her Mother in deep pain; she was Haense’s Surgeon General and she had stood there unable to do anything to aid her ailing mother as she passed on. She was disappointed in herself. A slap rang out through the upper halls of the Reinmar Keep. “Sorry for dein loss, Adrianna.” Murmured Klaus, turning on his heels to leave. The woman’s lips curled in contempt as she gritted her teeth. “Du have done nothing fur this family-!!” She shrieked in rage, “Du gutte fur nothing! Why are du here?! To make ein mockery? Du are never here. Du were never here!” Her teeth were bared and her eyes full of fire as she finished. “Du know who du remind mich of? Vater.” She never spoke to her brother again after that day, and the Brandtian family under Reinhardt was forever haunted by the dispute. For months on months, she sat in solitude within her room - black veils coating her form like an overwhelming waterfall - only her children were bade entrance in order to sleep or collect their toys, and her husband was explicitly banned. Over neverending months and years she sat, only occasionally making an outing to the Reinmaren countryside for some fresh air, though inevitably messengers slipped increasing piles of letters under her door: Bad News to keep her in black. Not soon later, her beloved daughter - Irina, born without an arm - disappeared without a trace and Charles followed soon after. But Adrianna pushed on, finally returning to noble society to continue her work as Surgeon General of the hospital without malice or contempt to those around her. She took pride in watching her nieces and nephews grow, and she supported them in their endeavors. She could list everyone who had perished in her care and comfort: Her Aunt, Dame Marie Vyronov, who was slain in battle Her Father, Ser Cedric Barclay, who died at the hands of bandits Her Uncle, Pontiff Alfred Barclay, who was taken by disease Her Friend, Henry Bishop, who died due to heart complications Ger Aunt, Ingrid Barclay, who perished in bed Her Mother, Aeira Barclay, who died in her arms Her Aunt, Luisa Barclay, who passed on at home Her Niece, Anya Ludovar, who drew her own blood Her Friend and Sister, Maya Bishop, who drowned at sea Her Friend, Isabel Mondblume, who was brutally murdered Her Closest Friend, Petra Emma, who fell from the walls of Ghaestenwald Her Daughter, Irina Darkwood, who ran away Her Husband, Charles Darkwood, who disappeared Her Deputy, Raden Decaden, who was declared missing Her First Love, Erwin Bishop, who was executed by Orenians Her Close Friend, Dianna Decaden, who swore her to secrecy Her Cousin, Konstanz Barclay, who perished on his Knight’s Quest Her King, Sigismund Karl, who she could not help Her friend, Johann Ludovar, who slowly deteriorated And countless others who fell around her, perished in battle, or disappeared without a trace. She moved from her husband’s home in Oren back to her childhood bedroom in Reinmar; she could never quite grow out of being her father’s daughter, and her brother’s sister. She had saved an unquantifiable number of lives, delivered hundreds of babies, and yet still she could do nothing but watch them die. Death and injury was the entire reason she become a medic in the first place. At a young age, her father lost his legs, Reinhardt broke a limb, and even Klaus hurt himself getting into a fight. She had wanted to help them, so that she could save people and care for them. But it never quite dawned on her until she held her dying mother that she could not help everyone, that she was, after all, only part of Godan’s great plan, and that death was inevitable. She mulled on this for years, as circles grew dark under her eyes and she treated patient after patient. They would all thank her for her service, and she watched her apprentices grow and mature into great doctors, but she felt no more pride by the end. It was a job. It was work. It was her obligation. It was all she was worth to the world. So one day as she trod through the Reinmaren rose fields, an idea sparked in her mind. A bad idea, something she would surely be punished for: but they couldn’t confiscate it from her this time, this was her choice. She found a gorgeous open spot towards the top of the Reinmaren hills and she sat. As she watched the sun rise over the horizon of Orenian trees and grassy plains, she drew from her coat pocket a scalpel which she carried with her everywhere. "Ich should have told du in person…” She mumbled senselessly to herself, “How much du have grown, Rein…” She was a feisty fighting woman when she was younger, she could best her brother in a swordfight, and she beat both Erwin and Charles in a row on one occasion. How far she had fallen… As her hands scratched away at a piece of paper, she gripped the scalpel tightly and the sun rose into its final resting place with specks of sunlight peeking through the shade of a particularly ambitious tree. And finally, when all was done, there lay Adrianna Darkwood, Surgeon General of Hanseti-Ruska, with a bloodied scalpel embedded into her wrist and a trickling stream of blood staining the Rose Fields as it descended down the hill, and a note tucked between her warm fingers. When an unfortunate wanderer discovered her body, maybe someone was searching for her to deal with a medical emergency, the note reads: "Dearest family, I am sorry. I have decided to follow in Tante Marcella’s footsteps. I know not what she wrote before the end, but I know what I feel. I am done; my hands can heal no more, and now I pay the price of healing. I have nothing further to live for, other than my work, and it is draining. I grow old and I could not handle the pain of another death upon my hands. I am aware that I take the coward’s way out, and while it has never been my way, I am happy to do this. My family - my husband and children - have deserted me. I know you all support and love me during this trying time, but it is safe to say that I am done. Please do not despair, my time has been gone for a great many years. I shall miss you all terribly. I perpetuate the eternal cycle of suffering - that of loss and mourning. And for that I am sorry. The only thing I can do to break the cycle is tell you not to mourn. I love you all. Adrianna Darkwood née Barclay” Adrianna Irene Darkwood née Barclay 20 S.A. - 77 S.A. 12th Surgeon General of Haense The following letters were discovered, written to family members and friends, following Adrianna’s death: Charles Darkwood does not receive his letter @Ziggitee Reinhardt Barclay @Capt_Chief26 Klaus Barclay @Fionn__TWG Erika Barclay @MissToni Sibylla Ludovar @CupOTea__ Friedrich Barclay @ColdestPepsi Theodosya Barclay @marslol Klaudia Barclay @Zaerie Emma Karenina @livrose Lorenz and Irina Darkwood @Robin01_boy @Seva And lastly, the following missive is found and published by her family upon her death: The Passing of the Surgeon General 426 E.S. Every Doctor understands the pain that comes with death; having witnessed it possibly hundreds of times, depending on how long they have been practicing this art we call medicine. One of the hardest careers I can think of is that of the physician; he burdened with Godan-given purpose to dedicate his life to healing others and neglecting himself. This curse has taken its toll on me, slowly degrading me over the 29 years that I have held this position; taken over from Her Royal Majesty, Queen-Mother Emma Karenina. And as I pass on, I am glad of the rest that I have earnt. The Hospital of St. Amyas is a wonderful, thriving environment full of promising young physicians willing to put in the work and I am proud of each and every one of you that do your parts to make Haense a more healthy and safe place. However, the mantle must pass on sooner or later. This Clinic has nurtured trustworthy, competent physicians to support it after I am gone. As such, I appoint Physician Theodosya Barclay to take my place as the Surgeon General of Hanseti-Ruska. My beloved Deputy, Raijen Stars, agreed to step down whenever I did and as such is no long the Deputy Surgeon General. The Office of the Surgeon General is a difficult position to sustain, thus I thank Theodosya for all of her service so far and for being an incredible friend, and appoint Lucía Rutledge to work alongside her as the new Deputy. I believe in both of their capabilities, and am certain that the Hospital of St. Amyas will continue to flourish when I am gone. Thank you to all of my hard-working staff, you are all wonderful. SIGNED, Her Ladyship, Adrianna Irene Darkwood née Barclay, Surgeon General of Hanseti-Ruska SHE WHO RESTS, RUSTS