~ + ~ Rest In Peace Leana Stafyr ~ + ~
1711 – 1723
Gerard stared downwards to the fresh tombstone marked within the crypts of Nenzing, his expression vacant as a hand idly scratched at a now quivering lip. His eyes puffed and red, sore from the tears that had been shed the most recent morn, head pounding from his rampant shouts and cries of horror at what had occurred. It wasn’t often the bear of a man showed emotion, but not even the strongest willed could sit silent as they laid their own child to rest.
“Rest easy, little one.” Is all he’d manage out with a hoarse croak of a voice as he read over the name ‘Leana Stafyr’ that sat upon the tombstone. The heart-broken man turned swiftly and marched from the haunting crypts of Stafyr, his hands trembling in both rage and sorrow that he had not been able to protect the one thing that mattered most to him.
Upon his return to the palace of Reza, his somber self would be locked away in a room deep within the palace walls where he drank and drank, to extinguish a pain that would most likely never fade. A broken man who had the utmost ill-fortune of burying his own child.
Within her sleep the bright child, Leana Stafyr had been taken from this world many years too early.