Lady Vasilia Reza Kortrevich rested in her room in her home Jerovitz, when one of her closest friends- one of the servants, came to see her- sharing some heartbreaking news. Upon hearing the news of the passing, Vasilia froze. She was bewildered and stunned- how could someone she had just spoken to and seen not even a saints day ago just die? She felt the same ache in her heart that she prayed to Godan she wouldn't feel again. Her servant could see the expression cross her face, and she spoke up quickly.
"Lady Vasilia, please do not worry!"
She pleaded, but the Lady turned and shook her head.
"Spasiba, vy do niet have to worry about mea, ea've been through this before."
She promised gently, hugging her dear friend before escorting her to her room door.
"Please, give mea a little privacy for a bit, ea'll be down to help vy prepare dinner."
Once the door closed the female croaked out a whimper. She didn't like the feeling, the tearing in her chest. The loss of someone she cared about, and hoped well for. In her dismay the docile Lady felt something deeper in her chest. She gritted her teeth as tears formed in her eyes, her form stumbling to her desk where she fell into her chair, hands covering her face as she wailed pitifully.
"It am mea fault. Ea could niet stop Lady Margot from spouting insults at her."