Within the safety of her nice estate in Aeldin, a middle aged woman sip her tea with a bitter facial expression painted on her face near the warm and roaring fire. "Madam-" A small voice creaked from behind the d'Emyth, the woman snapped back, barking as if she was a wild hound. "Yes! What must you need from me? Maid." Leana d'Emyth said as they they kept themselves under layer and layer of wool blankets, speaking with a bitter and annoyed tone, which matched her facial expression. "Well . . . news in . . . Alamaris have said-" The maid would be interrupted by the middle aged aristocrat screamed loudly while standing up and going towards the maid with her bitter and annoyed tone once more "Speak up dear! SPEAK!"
"The wife of Alric Ruthern, Vespira, your niece has passed!" As the maid finished, the woman's eyes would open up as tears came out, sitting herself down upon the nicely made seat. "Leave.... LEAVE!" the woman shouted to her frail maid with anger and sadness at once. The maid ran into the halls once more to do her other household duties. "OH GOD! WHY MUST SHE GO SO SOON! I loved her . . . she was such a beautiful girl and such a keen eye of intelligence!" As the d'Emyth spoke, out of the blue . . . all the sudden! The woman started to trash her living area, crashing pots, throwing down grandfather clocks and ripping down portraits. Once she had finished this, the woman would curl up into a ball, simply letting out many tears from her pale eyes. The servant from the outside would simply sign the lorraine cross, as the last d'Emyth daughter of Henry d'Emyth had finally . . . gone mad . . .