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A Prince in self-exile of the outside world would sit in is room as his servants tended to his every need. As the sun settled into dusk, his servants sent him a very intriguing missive. It was an alliance, the very alliance that he'd wished he was a part of. There was once a time where the Prince would care more about this, but he simply smiled. He seemed content that, despite his life's passion to diplomacy and his goal of a military alliance being achieved without his involvement, it was still a jubilant moment for both canonist nations.

He stood from his desk and looked outside of the window. The cold... cold wind touched his wild and disheveled face. Andrik turned to his servant and asked, "How do vy think of the gardens this time of year?". To which his servant replied "Vyr Royal Highness, the gardens are beautiful throughout all seasons". "Ah..., da da. It's been so long since I stepped outside of this... depressing abode, hm?". Indeed, despite being a well-kept room, the very place he'd confined himself in was the source of all of his sorrow. "Is there anything else I can do for vy, Vyr Royal Highness?"

Andrik stood in silent for a moment, and as his servant turned his heel to depart, the Prince spoke.

"Da. Fetch me my coat. It's a beautiful night for a walk"

An aging and estranged diplomat would read the missive, smiling widely at the missive. It seemed that the tides have turned in recent years, and now his charged nation of Savoy joins the fold. "Let us hope that with the aid of the Argent Legion, and so many other brave men and women, help end this war to a swift but favorable solution."

In his lonely and quiet study, Andrik was reading the annual Hearsay of Haense, and tossed it as he’d found it to be bland. Not long after, a more interesting piece written by his own brother caught his eye. Andrik sipped his evening tea as he relaxed  on his chair. “Finally some good ******* drama”

Andrik Nikolas frowned as he sensed that Johann Barclay has stolen the hearts of all of the women of Haense after this heroic display of self-defense.

In the skies of the seven, an old bearded figure stands with his fellow fallen kinfolk and ancestors. He smiled widely as Johann, his own son and heir, fulfilled his… no… their dream. “Finally… the first step to restoration” mentioned the old man Robert

Even in the afterlife, Robert Ludovar was still, undoubtedly, the prettiest Ludovar of them all.

Notice of passing for:

Annalisa Joszefa and Branimar Andrik

13th of Gronna ag Droba, 412 E.S.

VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK,

A few days prior to me writing this missive, my eldest son and daughter both fell to a strange ailment. Doctors claimed they would survive and be healthy, considering their youthfulness. Yet those doctors were wrong. 

On the eve on 10th of Gronna ag Droba, Her Highness Annalisa Joszefa passed in a feverish state. Just seconds later, His Highness, Branimar Andrik befell the same twisted fate. I can only hope both have made it safely to the gates of the seven skies. I never desired for my children to pass in such a gruesome way. I am forever devastated at their passing, and I only wish for them to be reunited with their youngest sister, who was taken from us years before.

A small funeral was hosted for them, between me, their mother, and a priest. Akovia hopes you respect the family's mourning period.

Signed,

His Royal Highness, Andrik Nikolas

Her Highness, Nikoleta Barbara

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On his long journey to Savoy, a patrolling Legionnaire of Savoy halted the prince and his ward, who were traveling from the North to the South. The guardsman handed the prince a wanted poster, with a clear depiction of a familiar face. "Have you seen this woman?" The man asked as he eyed Andrik.

"Nie" replied the royal, seemingly in a rush already. It seems the tables have turned. The developments of Savoy have further intrigued him, and this was most definitely a great starting lesson for his ward, Elias @panda_bear

In the skies above, a large man looked down upon his kin, his predecessors, his family with pride. A small formed on Robert's features as he looked at his second eldest, Josef, had finally learned the lesson of settling down for his family. As Robert joined his ancestors, he looked down one final time, saying "Finally"

As his trusty ward and assistant, Elias Bishop @panda_bear, handed him the papers sent to him for the day, Andrik could not believe his own eyes. "Abandonment? A coup? Assassinations?!" these are what his ward heard as he read the missives. Only time could tell what was to be held for his assigned state, and how he would play a role in all of it. "Come, Elias. Grab vyr warmest clothing and my record books! We're riding south..."

The aforementioned Prince looked at the missive that was seemingly defending him, or at the very least, shared a common enemy. He thought of writing an official public response, praising the author for at least seeing the flaws of hearsay. But then, he remembered the words of the Oracle @Gusano, and stayed silent on the topic... There was only one thing he could do now.

Reform

In his cold and empty bedroom, Andrik could not believe the news himself. At least, not until he was told directly by his last remaining brother, @Xarkly. It felt colder outside, seemed darker, and nothing seemed to make the Prince smile. Not even his children, who he loved dearly. First it was his brother that was taken from him, then his wife left him, and now his elder sister, the one who had raised him and his twin Anaastasya@shay, had died. 

Many questions would be spinning inside his own head. Was God testing him? Would something else occur? Was he the next Crow to fall? Only one thing was certain... Andrik kept his head up and continued forward. Just like the Oracle told him. He had to live.

... Meanwhile, on the same night, a lonely man sat alone in an abandoned inn. So many horrible memories made in this place, and yet it was the last place he had a memory with her. The two had grown far apart throughout the many years. Despite their love being lost long ago, the strange man still held feelings for her throughout the decades... Now he had nothing. His family? Gone. His friends? Abandoned. The love of his life? Killed. There was nothing left for the man. The man broke into the dusty and cold rooms of the inn, taking a single stool with him. He took his dagger and stabbed it into his own heart, ending his lonely life quickly. Oleksandr? Dead.

As Petra Emma entered the seven skies, she would be introduced in a familiar setting from a distant memory. It was the library, long before it's many changes back when times were much simpler and happier for the child. A tall figure could be seen with a selection of many books. His hair was brown, his voice was deep, and he sat with utmost pride. As he turned his face, the first things that could be noticed were his charming white smile, his passionate emerald eyes, and his greased-up hair. There would be no mistake, it was Igor. The deceased Speaker stood up and dipped his head to Petra, as he always had in the past. As the woman stepped closer, he patted her head, and the two shared a long embrace. "It's good to finally see you again, Princess..." As the student and mentor shared a seat, Igor said "We have much to go over, so many lessons I've got to teach you! Let's begin, shall we?"

"Untangled my mess, have they?" The recently divorced Prince let out a long and tired sigh as he read the missive from the Lady Chancellor of Savoy. Andrik pondered on all of the awful things he could have said just in sheer spite. 

Yet nothing came out. No harsh words would be produced by the ink of his quill, and no witty responses had been written down onto the parchment. The quill was dry, the ink was bottled, and Andrik still pondered on what to say. 

What was stopping him? Of course, it could only be one answer. It was the one who he once had the right to call the love of his life. It was the woman who he still had his heart set on, despite his very promise to her. It was the one who got away from him...

The letter would only be a thin slip of parchment, fitting in what could only be two sentences. It had no names to prove who it was from, only an address to who it was intended to, Lady Vasileia. It did, however, hold the infamous handwriting used in the dreaded letter that framed Andrik, yet this time it was actually written by his own hand. No one would ever know the contents of the letter unless it was to be made public.

This was the only way to move forward. The only way he could cope with a loss this harsh... It was by no means an easy way for him, but it was the right one. His first step of atonement: Integrity.

"It's a cold day today..."  The Prince thought as he made his way through the frozen royal gardens. Funny... he almost forgot that the very coat that kept him warm was stitched by none other than his seperated wife... Or the wife he thought he still had.

The winds of winter blew throughout the courtyard. Andrik shivered, and the chill of the breeze was unlike any other. He went into his residence, finding that his two children were peacefully sleeping. 

Annaliesa and Branimar, the ones who were left behind by Nikoleta, had been tear stricken for days ever since their mother seemingly abandoned them. Their father pressed a kiss on their warm foreheads, and Andrik went back to his study. On his desk, a letter seemed to be waiting for him. It was from the Pontiff himself.

Knowing what the contents would be, Andrik didn't even bother to open it, for he knew that doing so would only break him further than he already was. In his mind, all he thought was "I lost her... But she's happy." 

Without rest nor hesitation, Andrik stood from his study and made the long journey towards a certain ruin...

As the old Lord of Ludovar passes on to the next world, the new one seemed to be continuing the legacy of his father! Robert looked down with pride as his son and heir continued the relations he sparked with his own marriage to his beloved Adele @Weebmaster36

From the distant seven skies, a now rested old man sat in a warm fireplace as he looked down onto his children. The man smiled warmly as they have all found peace and happiness in the wake of his death. "I'll look over vy, Kat"

[!] A rudimentary painting of Prince Andrik in tears. It can be inferred that the light that shines upon him is GOD looking over the faithful, and the dark bedroom that he sits in is his everlasting loneliness and suffering.

18th of Tov & Yermey, 408 ES | 18th of Sun’s Smile, 1855 FA

Dear Diary…

“It’s been cold and lonely in the Prikaz… Colder and lonelier than it ever has. The past few years have been nothing but unpleasant, to say the least. It first started with a tournament. Lady Vasileia Basrid accompanied her uncle, Matyas Basrid. Funny… the event itself was not even official, just an impromptu event meant to lift the morale of our brave fighting soldiers. I was up first, against ‘Danger’ Dougal, and I was the first to get knocked out of the tournament. It’s not like I expected to win anyways. I was just there to have fun, as we all were…

As the tournament and time, itself went on, I made my way to Lady Vasileia and made my usual diplomatic remarks. I will admit that I do hold a considerable amount of respect and admiration for the Lady-Regent of Savoy, but to go as far as to question my honor because I invited her to the Royal Booths, a right that is entirely my own, is simply outrageous. The mere notion of me cheating on my beautiful wife with a Savoyard is simply preposterous…

My beautiful wife… It’s funny I still call her that. Nikoleta stopped by today in my slumber. Whilst I tossed and turned in my our bed, she collected her belongings as well as our beautiful daughter, Cazimiera. I’d not been close to my children, nor have I been a very good father. Perhaps that is why Nikoleta left me… and perhaps that is why she sent a letter requesting a divorce to the Pontiff…

[!] Between the spaces of the paragraphs, dried tears would be found staining the parchment. It can be inferred that the heartbroken Prince was crying whilst writing this particular part of the entry.

Dearest Diary, never in my life had I felt such pain… I’d never felt so lost in my entire existence. Why? Why was this happening? Whatever happened to second chances or trying to move on? Why did it come to this? These are all questions I asked myself while it happened. It all happened so fast… I was begging for her to try and stay… but her answer stayed firm… Funny… Nikoleta was always one to stay true to her own beliefs, and so she did. 

Our conclusion was short, but my feelings showed true. Every single part of it. I affirmed my love for her and bid my farewell and she bid hers… My eyes had been drowned in too many tears to even notice her leaving. As she left the Palace, I started to cry out in pain. My throat felt as if it were clogged up with the blubber of whales, and my heart sank into my stomach. I felt sick, and I nearly threw up. Questions started to race through my mind - What if?

What if I never went to that tournament? What if I never invited Lady Vasileia to the Royal Booth? What if I’d never taken up the mantle of being Ambassador? What if I never became a diplomat at all? All I can do now is wonder and hope that the Pontiff does not grant this wish of hers. I know, it’s selfish, but I still cling on to hope that I can fix this. I gave her my word that I would respect her wishes either way, but how can I? I love her. I want her by my side once more. I want to see her smile, sense her warmth, feel her embrace… I want to turn back the times and tell my younger self to enjoy the smaller things in life. I want to raise my children with her, not alone. I just want her back…

But it’s too late for that now. I’ve lost her, and now I’m alone. I feel lost. I have no more friends, and my family despises me. I wonder… is Godan punishing me for my sins? Was it because of the Bishop girl, whose name I’ve already forgotten? Could it be that drunken kiss that had no love behind it but just blind passion? Was that it? Or was it deeper than that… Perhaps it was my negligence as a husband… as a father. Perhaps Godan was not punishing me, but rather I’d punished myself…

I don’t know… All I know is that I’m alone once more. I wish I could take everything back. I’d sell my job, my titles, my soul if I need to… If I had just a day to experience true happiness again, I’d sell it all… What’s a Prinzen without his Prinzenas? What’s a father without all his children? What’s the point in continuing if I am lost at every corner? I beg and pray that Godan wakes me up from my eternal nightmare. Please… I just want to wake up. It’s cold and lonely in here”

-Andrik

I am the Lord of the Craft