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  1. A depiction of a 14 year old Ilaria in Sedan, praying. SA 93 It felt like just yesterday- the day young Ilaria Amador’s world fell apart. She had lived well as the third child of the Baron of Mondstadt. She and her siblings- Olessya, Airomar, Anastasya, and Emiliya would spend hours roaming the streets of Karosgrad. Until the day the King declared that the Barony of Mondstadt would be no more. Sweet little Ilaria did not understand. She remembered her eldest sister, the fiery Olessya, petitioning at court not long after. It was not long after her father disappeared, and Ilaria became the sister of House Amador’s matriarch. “Where is papej?” She had asked her mother, the Princess Petrysa of Sedan. The princess gave a vague, unsatisfying answer to her daughter, and returned home to Sedan, with her five children in tow. Of course, Ilaria made do with her situation. She rose to join the courts of Princess Augustina of Balian, her cousin-in-law. She stayed at her family’s side, and tried her hardest to reclaim the stolen honor of House Amador. Her loyalty would stand with House Amador, always. A depiction of an 18 year old Ilaria, gazing out her window in Sedan. SA 97 Ilaria had lived her whole life following her mother’s words. She had been told to marry rich, to strive to find a wealthy husband so that she, as the third child, may live comfortably. Of course, that was until she met Quintus Varoche. Oh, young love. Ilaria was absolutely smitten with the Illatian boy who lived just down the street! He was sweet and funny, and oh how cute she thought his accent was. But alas, he was a commoner. It broke the young Amador’s heart that she was to be forbidden from her first love. How unfortunate that her loyalties were to her mother’s wishes first. A depiction of Ilaria in mourning after the death of Her first husband, Pavel Bassett. SA 110 Oh, Pavel. Though he was no Quintus, he treated Ilaria well throughout their marriage. Together, the landless Marquess and his Marchioness had two beautiful daughters; Nicolette, and Edlynne. Those two girls were the light of Ilaria’s life. After the death of her husband in a hunting incident, the usually reserved Ilaria wept for how she would have no one to care for her children. Until, that is, she received a letter from her dear sister, Olessya. A letter asking Ilaria to return to Haense to be with her siblings, nieces, and nephews. Of course, the now widow obliged, and returned to her childhood home of Karosgrad with her sweet Nicolette and Edlynne. Her loyalties lay within her children now, and Ilaria sought to provide them the life they deserved. A depiction of Ilaria praying for her daughter, Edlynne. SA 116 “Be wary of strangers. Do niet follow people vy do niet know.” Ilaria told her children. One could never be too safe, after all. Oh, but Edlynne. Sweet, curious Edlynne, who could not even speak. One day, the little wanderess followed a stranger out of Karosgrad, and was never seen again. All that was left behind was a beaten stuffed crow- the same one Ilaria’s sweet daughter carried everywhere. Ilaria spent days lamenting having ever let her daughter out of her sight, even for a moment. She had put out fliers with her sister Olessya, offering reward for her youngest child’s return. She searched for days on end herself, and found little solace in the fruitless endeavors. The only one who brought her comfort during her grief, was one Gregorious Roa. While he may have brought her some peace, Ilaria would never forget the loyalty she owed to her sweet Edlynne. A depiction of Ilaria on the day of her wedding To Gregorious Roa SA 117 (Art by Pitohui) Ilaria was a widow- who had bore two children, at that! To marry a Viscount, and especially one so caring towards her, was an opportunity she could not pass up. The Amador still followed the words of her mother, urging her to marry wealthy so that she may provide for her dearest Nicolette. And perhaps she may have some other children. Not that they could ever replace her deceased daughter, but to maybe ease the pain. The ceremony was beautiful. Ilaria was a stunning bride, and Gregorious her dashing groom. She soon moved to Urguan to begin her new life as the Viscountess-Consort of Pavia. However, not long into their marriage, Ilaria felt ill at ease. Her husband was very cozy with House Bishop, who had claimed Ilaria’s ancestral home of Mondstadt not long after her family had lost the title. When a scandal involving Lord Ludwig Barclay of Minitz occurred in Pavia, Ilaria found that her husband was planning to vassalize their land under the Bishops, who owned a Duchy within the dwarven lands. Now several months pregnant, Ilaria sought to sneak a copy of the contract to King Georg of Haense, and annul her marriage. She would never allow such injustice to occur, not while she had the power to bring such dishonor to light. As a result of her contributions, Ilaria was granted the position of ambassador between Haense and Urguan. And, perhaps as some light in the darkness of events, the Amador gave birth to three beautiful babies; Firentia, Edvard, and Henrik. While some regret for her marriage may have lingered, Ilaria never once doubted her actions. After all, her loyalties were bound to Haense first. A depiction of Ilaria gazing out the window of her room. SA 129 Firentia, such a darling girl she was. She was bright and bubbly, albeit sickly. Ilaria did her best to care for her. She may not have done the best job, lying to the triplets about who their father really was, but she did not wish for them to feel the shame of sharing the blood of a criminal. That is, until sweet Firentia found out. What only broke the Amador’s heart further was when her sweet daughter chose to move away from Haense, and spend the rest of her days out with her father’s name of Roa. While Ilaria had sworn that her loyalties lie within her children, she first promised it to her House, and she could not betray her other children. A depiction of Ilaria on the day of her wedding to Quintus Varoche SA 138 It had been a long time. Ilaria had moved from the tragedies of her two failed marriages, and recovered from the losses of her two daughters. She was well, on her own. Until, by sheer chance, she was reunited with Quintus Varoche. At first, his presence had caught Ilaria by surprise. It had been well over thirty years, and she had not only started two families in that time, but also helped reclaim her family’s lost noble title. Of course, that did not change the fact that her heart fluttered at the sight of her first love. It seemed as though her dear Quincey thought the same, as not even a few months later, he proposed. He may have proposed to her without a ring, and in the wrong language, but Ilaria was overjoyed nonetheless. Now in her fifties, she could imagine no greater joy than spending the rest of her life with the first man she ever loved. The day of the wedding was spectacular; it was perfect. A small ceremony, of course, but it was preferred that way. While her gray hair was starting to show at her roots, and the wrinkles on her face creased when she smiled, Ilaria still made an elegant bride. She hoped dearly this would be her last marriage, and that she could spend the rest of her days with her Quincey. And on that altar, with one of the brightest smiles she ever wore, Ilaria pledged her loyalty to her third husband. Now old and bedridden, Ilaria gazed out the window. She thought back on her life. The happiness her family brought her, and the pain her losses felt. Her three beautiful daughters, all of whom she was very proud of, and her two sons who had grown up to travel the world together. While she may have harbored regrets, Ilaria stood firm in her beliefs, and they guided her actions truthfully. One last time, Ilaria thought of who had made her life so bright. She thought of what she had done; the many things she had achieved for her House and family. A weak smile crossed her lips, as she thought of the duties she carried out in the name of House Amador. “Loyalty,” She sighed, mildly amused, to herself. “Such ein fickle thing…” Her eyes closed, and a final breath was taken. Now, reunited with her family in the Seven Skies, Ilaria Annabelle Amador promised loyalty To none other than her Creator, who had called her home. Nicolette Quincey Airomar House Amador Lady Ilaria Annabelle Amador Dowager-Marchioness of Aveyron, Dowager-Viscountess of Pavia 79 SA - 146 SA
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