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"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality."
Spoiler- Emily Dickenson
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Camilla vas Ruthern stood in the hallway outside the Koeng's office. Tears still streaming down her face, the scene inside the office burned into her memory. The Ruthern remains outside the doors for quite some while, accompanied by her friend.
"Moy will miss vy, Mariya. Yam going va look after Petra ag Sigismund, together with Katerina ag Stefan.""Godan protect her soul." Erika Kortrevich whispered as she heard of her nieces death
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"This sounds like a just cause!" Jovenaar Erika Kortrevich says, as she reads the summons. "Justice will be served to Lord Wick."
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Ambassador Camilla Katerine of Greyspine smiles as she reads about the Election results. "How lovely! Ea can nie wait va work with them." she then takes another scoop of her S'mores Cheesecake Cup, closing her eyes and enjoying the glorious taste.
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Reserved
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"This was... underwhelming" the Ruthern lets out a sigh
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*laughs dearly as she reads the story about the Flowers* "Oh ea can remember that. That was what... six or seven years ago?"
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"Oh please, now this is utterly ridiculous." the Ruthern rolls her eyes "This source is too unreliable... niet worth mea time anymore. Is there any truth to any of what this person wrote in the past?"
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Camilla Katerina vas Ruthern's cheeks would glow as she read the newspaper delivered to the Margraviate of Greyspine. The young womans mouth opened slightly, quite surprised by the brute words the author chose and the gossip delivered. "Godan, they did nie hold back." she mumbles, chuckling as she re-read the story about Lady Rosalind, the Court's matress.
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In Greyspine Camilla vas Ruthern still has to realize she disappeared
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((shhhh County of Metterden is now the Margraviate of Greyspine))
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Erika Lorena Kortrevich would sent word to the Farmer of Krusev to prepare their delivery of Grain.
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AULIC COURT I VE KOENGZEM I HANSETI-RUSKA
REVIEW ON THE PALATINES REQUEST REGARDING TRIALS
5th i Wzuvar ag Byvca 358 E.S
Jovenaars
Sir Sigmar J. Baruch
Mrs. Reza B. Gynsburg
Lady Erika L. Kortrevich
Mr. Lukas Rakoczy
Mr. Otto Wittenbach
CONCURRENCE (MAJORITY):
Baruch, Kortrevich, Wittenbach, Rakoczy, Gynsburg
DISSENT: N/A
Exposition:
The Office of the Palatine sees fit to refer to the Aulic Court on the composition of trials, specifically trials with a need to be done quickly and efficiently in circumstances where three Jovenaar may not be available.
The Palatine is thus considering several possibilities, including 'citizen' and 'non-citizen' or 'flight' trials: the former would be in cases where a Haeseni citizen is charged, and there is little danger of the charged citizen fleeing the Kingdom; the latter would be in cases where a suspect is charged and arrested but is liable to flee if court proceedings are delayed, thus giving rise to a need for quicker sittings of the Court with lesser Jovenaar. Another possible solution under consideration by the Palatine is that all trials will only require an odd number of Jovenaar.
See the full brief of the Lord Palatine: Letter to the Aulic Court re Trials - Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska - The Lord Of The Craft
Jovenaar Erika L. Kortrevich delivered the opinion of the Court:
The Haurul Caezk 304.01 states: “Trials shall be presided over by three Jovenaar [...].” As for the Lord Palatine’s request to reduce the number of Jovenaar to an odd-numbered one in said “non-citizen or flight” trials, it would mean to reduce the numbers of Jovenaar presiding over a trial to one (1). Whilst the Aulic Court understands the demand of such trials in cases where the Defendant is guilty without doubt, it is the Court's belief that no person, but the Koeng of Hanseti-Ruska should have the power to determine an individual's guilt on their own accord and that the trinity of Jovenaar is essential to a fair and just trial under the Haurul Caezk, as it calls for a thorough consideration and consultation of the facts brought forth in each trial. Therefore we decided against the Lord Palatines request.
IT IS SO ORDERED.
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Camilla Katerina vas Ruthern cheers as she heard the news, swiftly heading to Greyspine where Maric was overseeing the construction of their new home.
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Katherine Marie Ruthern would turn in her gr- wait no. Katherine Marie Ruthern would look down from the Seven Skies, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. "Godan, please let brain fall from the sky... bloody Imperials."
Camilla vas Ruthern would gasp as she read the letter. "Aedismamej Irena is marrying the Arch Chancellor? Ea hope ea will nie have to sneeze from all the wigs at the wedding."
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Katherine Marie Ruthern would welcome her daugther in the seven skies. "Vy did good, dear."
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" - Camilla vas Ruthern
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Katherine Marie Ruthern (neé Stafyr)
From the County of Metterden, just west of New Reza, where the black and grey banners greet you as you approach the stone keep in one of the family’s rooms and aged Katherine would lie in her bed.
The Dowager Countess would breathe shakingly. Her progressed age and the illness that had befallen and gotten worse the past few years were tearing at her. She had gotten used to the fact that her end was close and yet as she knew her time was coming closer and closer, her mind wandered through the many memories she had made in her long life.
Her mind drifted to her childhood. The games she played with her brother Erich, Cousin Leana, Andrik III and her dear friend Rain. Konrad, Kamilla and Gerard, the ones who had taken on Erich and her when her father Lord Leopold had been killed by the Pertinaxis and their mother had locked herself in her chambers. Katherine had never fully forgiven her for that.
She remembered when she was told - she could still remember her sobs reflecting of the library walls in Nenzing and the cold floor beneath her. The Ruthern’s mind wandered to the war. The holes in Haense, built to better defend Old Reza. She remembered the ambushes she had to endure. The bandits who attempted to raid Haense in the name of the Pertinaxi Empire. She clutched her emerald necklace, that she had made in memory of her father, brother, favourite cousin Leana and later of everyone she had loved.
A smile would form on her face. Even though she had experienced great loss, it was one of the times she was happiest. That and the decade prior to her illness. Around 1740 Katherine married the Count of Metterden, Konstantin Ruthern. It was not a marriage out of love, no and the couple would not grow to love each other romantically over the years. She liked to say that they were friends that happened to be married.Over the years she gave birth to three girls and one son: Viktoriya, who would grow up to be Queen of Haense. Aleksandr, the Heir to the County of Metterden. Irene, who would almost marry and Imperial, but to her luck managed to get away just in time. And Elizaveta, the one who - to Katherine’s disappointment - married an Imperial, but in the end, made her proud.
She remembered the past decades. For quite some time Katherine had withdrawn from her family, hidden away in her room. Estranged from her Birth House and not feeling like she belonged to House Ruthern, she prefered her own company over the company to the Ruthern family. One of her biggest mistakes, she thought, as it probably ruined the relationship with her children that she could’ve had.
As Konstantin passed away in the Scylfing Invasion, Katherine was reminded of her childhood and she decided to step out of the room more often, much to her children’s surprise and joy. From there on out life seemed to have passed in a glimpse. Her son had returned and married a Volik woman, with whom he had multiple children. Her youngest daughter had courted the Crown Prince of the Empire until she fled from the Novellen Palace and returned home. Her eldest daughter gave birth to the new generation of the Barabnov Line and Elizaveta married the Imperial that was part of the reason Irene fled.
Now, once again, Katherine spent most of her time in her Chambers. The illness that had befallen her lungs had made her too weak to roam the Castels rooms and hallways. Occasionally she was visited by her family, a time that she cherished.
The Dowager Countess would slowly lift herself from her bed. Leaning on her cane, she would walk over to the table and reach for her writing utensils. For a while, she would stare out of the window, unsure how to start but then she would start.
To my children,
I am writing this, as I can feel my end coming. As you know, I am not a lady of many words so I shall keep this short. Over the years I have seen all of you grow up and even though I might not have been there for you every step of the way, I cannot put into words how proud I am of what you have become.
Cherish the moments you have together, for the family bonds are the ones that can never be severed.
Dearest Irene, my youngest,
To you, I write the words that my father wrote to me before his death.
“If you ever feel empty and alone my dearest daughter. Lookout north in a star-covered night sky and know that the brightest star there shall be me, forever following your footsteps with a smile as bright that it would light up the darkest of days. You are and will forever be the emerald of my eye.”
Dearest Aleksandr, my only son,
you have proven to be doing well at your task. I trust that you will keep House Ruthern alive and pass it on to your son. You have been taken from this family by the Scyflings a young boy, but you survived and returned to Haense a man. Treat your wife with the respect she deserved and make us proud.
Dearest Viktoriya, my Queen,
you have made me and Konstantin very proud. You have brought honour to Crown, Kingdom and our House. You’ve grown to be a strong woman and I am sure your daughters will grow up to be strong as well.
Dearest Elizaveta,
your sister has told me what has happened to you. I pray to Godan that you will find the courage and the strength that flows through your veins to rise out of the ashes of your current predicament and start your life anew. Also please tell Tuvya he’s my favourite grandson, next to Koeng Josef of course.
To House Stafyr,
I have heard about the misfortune and shame the late Hektor has brought upon the ancient name Stafyr. I am confident and hopeful that you will be able to restore what my father and my brother and the many Lord before them have built. Licent, Honorem, Pietas.
Accompanied by dry coughs Katherine would head back to her bed. Over the past few minutes it felt like the room temperature had started to increase. An especially worrying coughing fit had attracted one of the maids. “M’lady are vy okay? Can y get vy something?”
Katherine would take a few ratting breaths. “Call for my children.” she’d say, before sinking back into her pillow. “Right away, M’lady.” the maid would say, quickly hurrying back down the stairs
A few minutes would pass, before Irene and Elizaveta would enter.
Irena hurried into the room, with a satchel over her shoulder. She'd appear as though she were ready to leave, but to no inclination of where. A worried complexion outlined her features as she rushed in the room and to her mother's side. “We must go, mamej. My friend, Lothar - he was right. This land will niet allow us to inhabit it any longer.”
Elizaveta entered the chamber rather briskly, thin, ring-clad palms hovering above her corsetted stomach. Her face bore some dread, wearied gaze first meeting Irena before subsiding toward her mother. “Mamej,” she croaked, her chin lilting a degree. In a flurry of indigo skirts, the Baroness fell prostrate. “You beckoned? Is all well with you?” She murmured, moving her palm to the woman's forehead.
Irena eyed her sister some as she further approached, looking to her features in comparison to their previous interaction. She too knelt at the bedside of her mother as she exhaled with sharpness.
The Dowager Countess would lay in her bed. Her breathe would rattle as she struggled to breathe properly. She would take a few breaths before attempting to answer “I've heard. A few of the maids have already left.” She'd cough “But I won't be able to join you.“.”
“You are silly, mamej. Of course you can join us. I can carry you myself if need be. Or I will get Boris to do so. He's far stronger than any of the others.”
“Nonsense,” she replied with immediacy, piercing gaze affixed on hers. “We'll figure this out, mother. You are our staple - the pride jewel of our house,” she decreed, briefly swiping her hand below her
Katherine Marie Ruthern would give a faint smile “I am not strong enough for another journey.” She'd state the obvious “I can feel it.”
Under a coughing fit, she would try to push herself up against the headboard of her bed.
Irena's gloved hand darted for the water that remained at her mother's bedside. She lifted it and brought the glass closer to her mother - offering to bring it to her lips if she could not reach, should she allow a sip. Elizaveta rapped a palm over her mothers, running her fingers affectionately over the creased and withered - yet still, dainty and feminine hand - of the dowager countess.
Katherine Marie Ruthern would lift her hand, refusing her daugther offer. She would wave one of the maids closer, who would hand her two items. To Elizaveta she would hand a finely crafted Emerald Hairclip. To Irene, the necklace Katherine had worn since they would've probably known her. “Here-” she'd say, with her raspy voice “I want you to have these.”
Irena pursed her lips as her mother refused the offeer of drink, but complied to her wishes and settled the drink back where it had been before. Her eyes drifted to the wooden framing of the bed as her worried look grew into solemnity. She peered as she took the necklace into her hands and kept her gaze upon it. She seemed as though she were to say something in protest of the gift, but held her tongue.
“Mother..” She whispered lowly, inspecting the object with some sobriety. At such, she heaved herself closer, bosom faltering as her face began to redden with sorrow. “You simply must forgive me. I was an insolent girl; so very insolent, and ungrateful.. Concerned more with theater and that Helenite persona that I forgot to.. Spend time, with you..” The last of the statement was exuded from her lips almost vacuously, pleading eyes affixed on Katherine.
“Oh, dear Elizaveta.” She'd say quietly “If anyone has to ask for forgiveness, it is I.” She'd take her second eldest daughters hand “I did the same mistake my mother made, but I do hope I was able to make it up to all of you.” She'd place her other hand on Irena's arm* “Do nie make the same mistake.”
Irena spun the silver chain of the necklace as she blinked away formulating tears. In the palm of her hand, she ran a thumb over the Stafyr-colored emerald. She snapped her gaze upwards as her mother held onto her arm.
Katherine Marie Ruthern she'd cough once again, wiping some blood of her lips.
Elizaveta soberly teetered her bottom lip, casting her eye on her youngest sibling.
“I failed -” She cut herself off, as she saw the blood that spattered out from Katherine's cough, to which she winced.
Katherine Marie Ruthern shakes her head* “You did not. You will all have a new beginning where ever Haense will take you.”
Irena tightened her jaw as her mother spoke, and her eyes held back the tears that further grew in the corners of them. She seemed unconvinced, but nodded her head for her mother nonetheless. She seemed to break in her usual seriousness and distant demeanor, to sudden embrace her mother as she rose from the side framing of the bed to instead hold onto her.
Katherine Marie Ruthern's breathing would grow heavier* “And tell your siblings and my grandchildren that I love them dearly.”
“Tuvya is with his father - I know not where..” She murmured meekly.
“I know you enjoyed his presence, mama; It is my great displeasure to not have obliged you.”
“If Godan wants to-” she'd take another breath “he will see you reunited.”
“It'll all be well. We'll all be fine, and they love you very much too. We all do.” She buried her chin atop her mother's shoulder as she held her in an embrace. Irena removed herself a slight away from her mother, although still held her in her arms - enough to make certain her mother remained comfortable where she laid.
Elizaveta observed the two for a moment, lips forcibly upturned into a somber smile. The lady kept habitually patting her mother's palm.
There is a gentle knock on the door, before it was then opened by the young Tuvya; his demeanor sombre and sad.
Katherine would lay quiet. Though she had not passed yet, she wasn't responsive anymore.
“Tuvya, come - my boy.” She whisked her palm commandingly. As the Lady Woldzmir turned her glance on her mother, her teeth clenched sourly.
Tuvya waddled gingerly over to the side of Elizaveta and Katherine, the youth looking down towards his grandmother with a bitter and sorrowful gaze.
“Mama..” She yelped, throat suddenly tight. Irena straightened in her form as she noticed her nephew's entrance into her mother's chambers. She kept a hand on top of her mother's, with pursed lips.
“Gran- mamej?” The boy whispered hoarsely, though no tears present in his eyes; simply somber and worn. He moved a thin, boney hand towards Katherin, before pausing it mid-air, then taking it back thoughtfully. The boy spoke no further.
Elizaveta wound her fist against her stomacher, the onslaught of wretched tears pouring from her visage.
Katherine Marie Ruthern's breaths would grow more and more concerning, she'd faintly press Vetas hand as she noticed Tuvya entering the room.
Elizaveta's sputtering lapsed, briefly, a brow rousing.
Tuvya continued to look upon the bedridden countess, hands folded before him as his eyes looked into hers; almost apologetically. Still, he was silent as the other two mourned.
Irena settled into a reserved demeanor, but her shoulders were slumped and the tears still remained welled in her eyes rather than fall.
“Tuvya,” she spoke, “bring me your hand - come now, my dear.” The lady appeared near frenzied, upon that unusually youthful countenance - which appeared gaunt and tired, yet not much older than her grown son's.
Katherine would smile, looking between both her daughters and her lost grandson. Over time her breathing would grow fainter and fainter, she seemed to be staring into nothing. A single tear would stream down her cheek and with one final breath Countess-dowager would leave this realm.
The smell of a roast cooking over a fire and the chatter of multiple voices would start to ring in Katherine’s head. Like waking from a trance, Katherine would open her eyes and would find herself in a place that resembled her childhood home in Nenzing.
A young Leana Stafyr would approach her, grabbing her hand and leading her into the Castles dining hall. She could hear the chatter grow and as they entered the hall it grew quiet and those who Katherine loved the most faced her, smiling, welcoming the Falcon home.Katherine Marie Ruthern (neé Stafyr),
Mother of four, Grandmother of 12+
1710 - 1795
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Haense >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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“Wow, what a great message! No one will have the courage to undermine the sovereignity of our country.”
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Like leaves from the vine [PK]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vu9Bl4ZMOd0
A lone figure could be seen near the mountains of Valwyck. The woman would walk slowly, the thin layer of snow of what would become a thick layer in the North. She would hold her abdomen tight, her hands and part of her blue dress tinted with the red that would be so characteristic to blood.
The carriage would shake slightly, as the wheels rolled over the uneven forest floor. Juliya Gant and her son Robert were on their way back to the Duchy of Valwyck. They had just passed what had been known as Graiswald and were surrounded by thick forest when suddenly the carriage stopped.
Juliya would stop walking, exhausted from her flight through the mountains. The middle-aged woman would turn around. In the distance, she could see the towers of Valwyck Castle. “Godan, give me strength-” she’d whisper.
“Why have we stopped, coachman?” she’d ask, sticking her head out of the carriage window. “Do nie worry, m’lady. A tree is blocking the road” The Gant would nod briefly, before joining her son in the carriage. “Do nie worry, Robby. We are going to continue briefly.” she’d give her son a gently smile. The young boy had grown up quite a bit and she knew that he was to take over as Baron of Gant soon. Juliya opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a sword being unsheathed and shortly after a loud thump coming from the front of the carriage.
She would limp forward. Her breath had begun rattling a few miles ago and her body felt sore and stiff. The bloodstream could not be stopped and the harsh winds of the north would make her fingers hurt. She could feel her powers leaving her body.
Juliya’s face grew pale. She knew that this could only mean they were ambushed by bandits. She also knew that the Coachman was the only other person on their side. “Listen to me, Robby.” the Gant would grab her son by the shoulder “You need to be quiet now! As soon as we leave this carriage you will run to Valwyck and call your Papej for help, da?” The young teen would nod. It was obvious that he was anxious, but he was determined to be brave and make his father and mother proud. Juliya herself grabbed a disguised dagger from her dress, intending to keep the bandits back so Robert could run off without being chased.
The bloodstain on Juliya’s dress would’ve grown immensely since she had started heading towards Valwyck. Blood would drip from her hand, stained with both dry and fresh blood, leaving a trail in the snow behind her. The bloodloss had turned her skin turn paler than the Gant had already been. Juliya would stumble and drop to the floor, one hand still on her wound, the other on the floor, leaving a red mark in the white snow. Her surroundings would start to spin, slowly fading away and made it impossible for Juliya to stand back up. “Juliya!” her head would turn to the front, where she could make out riders heading her way, with them her husband Emerich Gant. A wave of relief would come over her and she reached out for her saviours. This could only mean Robert managed to reach Valwyck. “Juliya!” she’d hear the echo of her name, dampened by the veil that had formed over her senses. A tear of joy would stream down her face before the Gant would draw her last breath and the life leaving her body.
Juliya Emeline Gant (neé Vanir) would open her eyes. In front of her, her fallen brothers and her Cousins Sofiya and Brandon, greeting her as she joined them in the seven skies. “Soon.” she’d say, before turning around, ready to wait for her husband and son to join her.
REQUIESCAT IN PACE
Juliya Emeline Gant
1742 - 1784
“The Sea bows to None”
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A frown would form on Katherine Ruthern’s face as she read the letter from her cousin, that had been sent to her after his passing. And as she sat in her room in Metterden, her hands folded in her lap and her view drifting into the distance, an all too familiar feeling spread throughout her body. Grieve and Sorrow seemed to be a constant companion of the aged Stafyr. She had lost many loved ones and one would say Katherine should've gotten used to it by now, but it didn't tend to get better.
Her gaze wandered away from the letter resting in her hand and outside the window facing the small lake behind Metterden. Konrad had been a father figure to her late brother Erich and her. When the siblings were all alone in the world, he sacrificed part of his youth to take them on. She remembered their families dinners. The Games she played with them and the letters that had been exchanged during Konrads travels. Konrad was a spark of light that guided Katherine through the darkness that was called her life. Someone familiar in a Kingdom that had grown distant over the years.
After her brother passed Katherine swore to herself that she wouldn't cry again, but as she sat there salty tears would start streaming down her cheeks. And like so many years prior, after her father's demise, you could occasionally hear a sleeping Katherine crying out for those lost.
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As Juliya heard from the Mad Dukes a smile would form on her face. “Godan brought justice once more!” she’d exclaim as a wave of relief would flood her body, finally being able to sleep knowing justice had come for the Wife Murderer. “Nie Sparveed, Nie Peace”
She would walk into the Gant Apartments and changed her mourning attire into her usual gowns, as a sign of celebration.
”I outlived him and I will outlive all of them!” An elderly Ingrid Baruch would say, as she prepared for her 100th birthday.
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Juliya watched from one of the windows in the Gant’s Apartments. The woman would stand completely still, frozen in horror as she saw the lifeless body of her dear Cousin being recovered from the water, torn apart by the waves throwing her against the cliffs beneath Valwyck. The usually composed woman would stumble backwards away from the window and towards one of the tables. She would slowly sit down as her surroundings would start to spin and her hands would start to shake. After a while she would reach for a bottle of carrion, taking mutiple shots when memories of a happier time would pop into her head. Juliya would remember Sofiya and her playing as young children, dancing at Masquerades and the many balls they attended in their youth. She would remember the time shortly before their weddings and how happy she felt when Sofiya told her, that she was going to join her in Valwyck. Though they left House Vanir behind, they still had a part of their family with them up in the North. Juliya remembered a time of joy and happiness without the burden and pain House Baruch brought into their lives.
And suddenly anger and regret would occupy her mind. Regret about marrying into House Gant and taking Sofiya with her, exposing her to the vile creature, the Mad Duke, the Wife and Childbeater, the so called husband who made Sofiya and her children feel miserable. The unhonourable son of a harlot who beat his wife with a bottle, whilst she was carrying his child and who, in her eyes, pushed Sofiya over the edge of the balcony himself. ”May Godan be my witness! I will end this Rat.”
R.I.P SOFIYA ALEKSANDRA VANIR
1745-1777
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*Juliya Gant would quickly hide the paper thrown at her door, before her son Robert could find it*
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Ruthern z. Wick: Ruling, 369 E.S.
in Haeseni Law
Posted
AULIC COURT OF THE KINGDOM OF HANSETI-RUSKA
Who Wants to be a Minanaire,
Ruthern z. Wick
10th of Msitza and Dargund | 369 E.S.
penned by Jovenaar Reza B. Gynsburg @Piov
Jovenaars
Ms. Erika L. Kortrevich (Presiding)
Ms. Annika Vyronov (Assistant)
Mrs. Reza B. Gynsburg (Assistant)
Plaintiff
Lord Aldrik Baruch (on behalf of Harren and Tatiana var Ruthern)
Defense
Ser Konstantin Wick
Testimonies
Lady Rosalind Amador
THE FOLLOWING CHARGES WERE BROUGHT AGAINST THE DEFENDANT;
504.011: Where one party has suffered a wrongdoing causing them economic, reputational or physical harm because of another, that party may take the offending party to Court in pursuit of damages;
THE FOLLOWING IS THE VERDICT BROUGHT BY THE JOVENAARS;
Jovenaar Kortrevich, joined by Gynsburg and Vyronov;
The Defendant, Sir Konstantin is found not guilty on the charge of tort in the form of economic harm.
THE FOLLOWING IS THE RATIONALE FOR THE DECISION FROM THE PRESIDING JOVENAAR;
On the charge of Tort in the form of economic harm.
Jovenaar Gynsburg delivered the opinion of the court;
The Plaintiffs’ counsel sought to that his clients experienced economic harm as a result of dishonesty. The charge of Tort (504.01) as applied to the context of a game show, an event where participants willingly enter with the chance to win or lose. As such, the damages as demonstrated by the Plaintiffs’ counsel of having “economic harm” cannot be sustained because the plaintiffs had knowingly entered a contest without guarantee of compensation. While we acknowledge that minors cannot be held to account for contracts, there is an ‘Acknowledged Risk’ in 310.04 to said event as the participants entered into the segment of “Who Wants to be a Minanaire” with the rules stated in the event flyer. Moreover, the rules of “Who Wants to be a Minanaire” stipulate that as soon as the so-called “bomb” was detonated, whoever was in possession of it would be deducted points. It is understood that the plaintiffs knowingly agreed to the rules and were in possession of said “bomb” when the device went off. The host (and defendant) is present to call the time after said “bomb” signaled that the plaintiffs’ time was expired. Moreover the point of economic harm was not sufficiently addressed and the testimony by contestant Lady Rosalind was not proven to show that the Ruthern children lost their livelihood or substantial means. If they are minors, they surely have guardians and parents to look to for financial support.
When the witness Lady Rosalind, a contestant of the show, was summoned to testify, she could not recall the bomb nor its functions. This lack of clarity by a contestant questions the moments of the event, due to the technicality being disputed by one saint’s second before the bomb was set to expire. Lady Rosalind indicated that she heard the loud sound a mere second after the plaintiffs’ team answered the question correctly. It was not clarified if the response was clear, said in full, or was accepted as legitimate since Lady Rosalind claimed to have suffered hearing loss. The discretion of the show and its formatting is left to the host and relevant event planners.
It is so ordered.