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Thread: The City of Silesia. [Coronation day, August 18, 217|Late Afternoon|Open] [Backdated]

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    House Farrand-Calhoun Lochlan Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    The City of Silesia. [Coronation day, August 18, 217|Late Afternoon|Open] [Backdated]

    Today he'd make history but rolling out of bed came first and he found it hard to do as much. Looking in the mirror, Lochlan found new wrinkles that he hadn't had before the war. It was as if all this time and through all his stress, and the worry of losing his love, country, and his family, ended up to be a story that had been written upon his face. His soul had always felt old but it was becoming obvious that his body had caught up with him.

    They’d stayed in the city of Silesia where the coronation was to take place. He’d needed time to prepare his speech, time to calm, and the people had gathered from all over Balfour to attend. The grand hall had been set for a feast and he was about to be declared King in one of the most meaningful cities their nation held claim to.

    Jacquelyn had washed with him, once they found their way out of bed, and he found it easier to rest his heart. He found peace if even for just one moment. His Queen helped him dress and his mother peeked in to let him know that she, Langston, Tatianna, Nataliah, and King Cailen were heading out to prepare. The King of Tuneric, along with his retinue, had fought by his side and then asked for his sister’s hand. He was to be family, their nations united, and Lochlan felt at ease.

    What to wear had come naturally to him. Jacquelyn helped him fasten each button as she spoke quite words of encouragement. It was a shame that his silken clothing, the colors red, black, and gold, would be ruined on this day. His silken scarf was neatly tucked into his vest and the pure white tunic he wore beneath it would soon be stained red.

    His guard entered the room and informed him that Luther had been prepared for transport. It was time.

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    It was going to be amazing, every lord from every city had lined up and taken their assigned seats. There was chatter, there was wine, and the great city of Silesia had been decorated with no expense spared. He'd never, in his lifetime, seen a coronation. In his opinion there was no man more worthy to lead Balfour than Lochlan. They'd been through such an expansive war and even a king from another country came to help. If anyone had earned the throne, it was him.

    Elston had dressed for the occasion, his wife looking beautiful on his arm, but they had left his children all at home under the watchful eye of his sister Rose. They had taken the time to talk to different lords and discuss everything from professions to the coronation itself. There was excitement in the air and there was not one face that didn't wear a smile.

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    Being back in Silesia brought with it very mixed feelings for Nataliah. It was here that she had spent many years of her life, training, praying, preparing, for the very ceremony that was to happen today. Then, when Tatianna had taken her place, she had come here every week, spending time with the little sister whose fate was short. Now, though, both of them were here, free, and it was another whose life was to be used to seal the legitimacy of the crown. In a twist of tradition, it was Luther whose blood would mix with the river and crash down the waterfall. It was Luther who would redeem his evil by paving the way for a new regime. It was Luther who would be losing his life today.

    Nataliah had spent much of the morning with Tatianna, and it had been a blessing. They both grappled with the same mix of emotions, both having faced this very reality. And with Tatianna still fairly newly released from her duty, it was beneficial for both of them, one supporting the other as they layered themselves into their finest clothes. Once they had been dressed, Tatianna had gone to join Langston and their mother, and Nataliah went off, skirts rustling, to meet with the Tuneric King.

    Approaching his door, it was to be the first time Cailen saw her in her absolute finest. The very fabric shimmered, such was its quality, and the reds and golds were exquisitely deep. The gown was perfectly fitted, long split sleeves tied neatly to contain the sheer white chemise and a bodice decorated with the finest stitching in gold and black thread. Full skirts flared out from her slim waist, and around her neck shined the chain she never was without, her house crest standing out against her pale skin.

    Her arrival at Cailen's chambers was marked by his guards, and she carefully brushed a wisp of her golden hair, plaited tightly in a loop around her head, away from her face as they bowed to her. "Is the King nearly ready? It's almost time."

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    The day had finally come. For many reasons, the people met this day with joy and anticipation; but for Jacquelyn alone it held a special sweetness. Luther had been a pox, his cruelty and arrogance knowing no measure, but none had been made to endure quite as she had. She still, after all this time, could barely speak of the torment he had put her through.

    Today, his blood would spill. And her love would be the man to spill it, and freed from the poison of his soul, his blood would nourish the lands and bless the kingdom and Lochlan's reign. Her true husband's reign.

    They had woken together, prepared together, dressed together. Her dress was gorgeous, although perhaps not in the style she would have loved; but Luther's cruelties left lasting injuries, and they had to be catered to. At every turn, Jacquelyn whispered her support to her husband, and she knew with every tiny fragment of her being that this was how things should be. Lochlan would be the king Balfour needed, the king it deserved. He would do his family proud, care for his people well, and see to it that the wounds on the land and the people would be healed. He would do these things, and she would stand beside him, and together they would bring peace and happiness to their home.

    She stood before him, smoothing his vest and making the tiniest adjustments, when one of the guards entered with the message that things were in readiness, and could soon begin. Stepping back, she beamed at how perfect Lochlan looked, the smile on her face made brighter by the promise of the future they faced. "Your people await, Your Majesty."

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    Who was he to question the traditions of Balfour? All he could do was be thankful that Tuneric had no such ceremonies. He couldn't imagine having to slit Veronica's throat as a way of declaring his position and right as King. It just seemed to be something that Cailen would not be able to do, in his opinion it was a waste of royal blood, but it was not his waste to question. This was an important day for Lochlan and his family and he was proud to have been able to help in the efforts that got him to this day virtually unscathed.

    What made him happier was that this would be his first public appearance with Princess Nataliah upon his arm. He tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. He's buried his father, become King, fought a war, and holding Nataliah's hand over his was what made him sweat the most. Staring himself down in the mirror seemed to be the only way to slow his heart and he slowly buttoned his silken vest. He was a King but he felt like such a boy in this instance. Lochlan would be a strong leader, a fine King, and being in this situation almost made him feel small. Compared to Lochlan who was he?

    It was a knock at the door that rang through the room and snapped him out of his nonsense. Cailen looked at himself in the mirror before going to the door and opening it slowly. Before him stood Nataliah, there may have been guards there but they were beyond his view, and it was all he could do to not allow his jaw to fall slack.

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    As the door opened, Nataliah saw the man who would be her husband, dressed in his finest and looking more than a little nervous. She sympathized with him; this was such an important ceremony for the people of Balfour, and yet it was gruesome, maybe even barbaric to an outsider's eyes. Such a daunting thing to witness, especially when much attention would be focused on him. She'd already heard servants in the halls, speculating about what the Tuneric King's reaction would be, and the people likely had similar questions. Nataliah wondered, too, but mostly because doing so kept her mind off of her own complicated feelings about what was to unfold. This very ceremony had, at one point, been destined to be the terminus of her own life. How would she react, when she saw their traitor brother's blood flowing, knowing it very well could have been her own, or Tatianna's?

    "You look very regal, King Shellten," she said with a sly smile, using his official title mostly to tease him. Stepping close to him, she reached up and straightened his collar ever so slightly, even though there really hadn't been anything askew about it. "That's a good color on you. You'll certainly stand out stood among us in our reds and golds." An easy smile lit her face, her head tilting a little to the side. Even as she stood here, though, she knew that things were moving along quickly outside; there wasn't much time to be wasted. "Everyone's starting to get assembled. Are you nearly ready?"

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    He had to shake himself out of the daze he was in to respond to Nataliah's words. "And you look absolutely amazing." Cailen had a hard time finding words that fit his future Queen. Her mention of the color he was wearing made him furrow his brow but he skipped on to answer her question instead. "I am ready if you think I am?" He gave her a worried grin and moved to open the door for her.

    Before Cailen turned the knob he paused and looked back to the young woman who stood beside him. "There's something I have to tell you. It's not really important but since you're, well, you should know. I cannot, ever since I can remember, tell one color from another." He laughed nervously to himself and he had to keep speaking just in case she chose to laugh at him too. "I know it sounds so foolish when I say it but I can only tell light colors from dark ones. I'm sorry to say, Nataliah, I don't even know the color of your eyes."

    Way to go, make it sound depressing instead.

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    House Shellten Nataliah's Avatar  

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    Nataliah stopped mid-step as Cailen did the same, alarm on her face at first. Was he having second thoughts about attending? Sure, the ceremony they were about to witness was graphic and uncomfortable, but it was a necessary part of Balfourian monarchy. If he wanted to make a good impression on her people, and also more fully understand where she came from, he would have to be there.

    But the confession that came from his lips was not at all what she expected, and it took her by surprise enough that she couldn't answer for a long moment. She found herself looking at his eyes, as if there would be some visible sign there that she'd missed that would betray his color blindness, but she stopped just shy of staring, breaking eye contact and looking a little astonished. "I never would have guessed," she said, shaking her head a little as the information was still absorbing. "Does it make things terribly difficult?" She asked out of genuine curiosity rather than any amount of fascination, and it was clear that this revelation didn't change her estimation of him in the least.

    "They're blue, by the way," she said lightly as she looped her arm through his, ready to continue on to the ceremony. "In case anyone ever asks you."

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    House Farrand-Calhoun Tatianna Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    Tatianna waited for her family, feeling like a complete stranger. The gown made for her, more ivory and gold then red, rustled as she moved. Nataliah was gone to see if King Cailen, her betrothed, was ready to depart for the ceremony. Lochlan and Jacquelyn were almost ready. She wasn't sure with who she was supposed to go, so waited for some sort of direction. It gave her time to think about all of the changes that had come in so short a time.

    Instead of her, it was Luther who would go under the knife of sacrifice. She was torn. It should be her, it was what she had prepared for her entire life. But she also knew Luther had done terrible things. He had been a curse of a King. The death that Sacrifice would give him was an honor that he probably didn't deserve but it would hopefully be justice done for the wrongs he committed. He hadn't been someone she was close to. Tatianna would not mourn his death.

    Anxious now, she tried not to tug or pull at the gown she'd been laced and stuffed into. Was Lochlan so nervous? And would she be able to watch what was about to happen? Tatianna told herself, this was her life now. She had to be brave.

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    Well it was certainly a change of events in Balfour. Luther’s reign was at an end, and now he was to be the sacrificial jackal upon the podium of tradition. A fitting end to a tumultuous and heinous lack of leadership as far as he was concerned. Although opinions varied within the Romanov family, he kept his relatively to himself.

    Though Marcus had not really much participated in the war, he spent more of his time out and about enjoying what life had to offer since neither of his parents really preferred the company of his council when it came to warfare. It was all about Daniel and his perfect nonsense. The prodigal son that could never make a mistake despite the fact that Marcus had noticed several holes in their strategies along the way. But he kept his mouth shut on the matter, and simply lived the life of carelessness that they relegated him to. With his Uncle Marshal calling the shots on most matters, Colbert and Rose did all they could to put Daniel at the forefront of a lot of co-decisions made with in the family despite Davina and Brandon being the true heirs to the lordship.

    With a wine goblet in his hand, he sipped languidly at the red liquid as he looked about and tried to see who all was here. In a way he should have mentally rephrased it to who didn’t he see at this event?

    Elsa fidgeted nervously with her hair as she looked around before coming to join her older brother. With a look of ease on his face, Marcus asked her, “What’s wrong little sis?”

    “So many people…” She murmured softly, her doe-like eyes looking about again as she tugged on a hair and yanked it out of stress.

    To that Marcus put a hand upon hers and gently forced it away, “Don’t pull, Elsa.”

    “Two kings as well. I’m not ready to meet a king.”

    A chuckle came to his lips as he took a swig of his wine again before handing it to her and telling her to take a drink. The wine would calm her nerves and keep her from pulling at her hair more out of anxiousness. “I wouldn’t stress too much. Royals are no different than us other than the fact that they expect us to bow a bit deeper and always expect you to call them by their most formal titles. Do that and you won’t have much trouble.”

    “Mm…” Elsa nodded solemnly before making a soft sigh and plunking herself close to Marcus. He wrapped an arm around her and gave her a gentle hug before taking another sweep of the place.

    “Where’s Wil?” He suddenly remarked. It wasn’t like him to just randomly disappear at events like this. Although sometimes he wondered what the guy did in the evenings as he was prone to vanishing to hover over his medical hobbies quite a bit.

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    Today was the day one took over the crown or so Wilhelm had understood from those that spoke of the matter around him. The young man didn't exactly pay attention to such discussions. If he was honest with himself, politics and the task of governing didn't pique the man's interest as much as the bodies of those that participated in them. If politics decided who was the strongest or the wealthiest in the kingdom, it was the body that allowed these people to become so strong. One could be the most powerful man in the kingdom and they'd still fall like the most pitiful commoner would to a well placed blade between the ribs. In addition, Wilhelm was the third son of the second line. He was never going to be in a position to have any influence in such a domain.

    Wilhelm slowly made his way towards his brother and his sister. The young man heard his brother asked about his whereabouts at the same time as he was walking up on him from his right.

    “He's trying to find something worthwhile.” Wilhelm replied as he walked forward in front of his brother and sister. He gave his brother his traditionally light smirk as he took a light sip from the cup of wine. Hopefully, there was some charming lady that was up for some company tonight so the young man could satisfy his need to see the female body once more. There was something about their bodies that had Wilhelm always desiring more as if his need for it was insatiable.
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    Hearing his brother chime in caused Marcus to grin back in response. Both Romanov brothers seemed to feel a little out of place at the moment, even among their mutual relatives. He found himself less inclined to look at Daniel much less speak to him these days. However he didn’t bear a grudge against his entire family, mostly just his parents and eldest sibling. So he took pleasure in wine and more enjoyable company typically.

    With a wry smirk crossing his lips, Marcus took a swig of his goblet just after replying with, “Perhaps they’ll let you dissect the body once they’re done with him. I doubt they’ll much miss his corpse anyway.”

    It was certainly an interesting twist of fate that they were sacrificing a former King to anoint the new one. It made him wonder if the real sacrificial lamb of the family was happy to be spared or upset that her place of honor had been usurped.

    “Are you heading back to South Huntswalk after this? I was thinking of taking another trip to Anchor Bay during the winter. The weather seems a bit nicer during that time of year.”

    At the sound of that Elsa’s ears perked up and she tugged at her brother’s hand, “You promised to bring me back some chocolate the next time you went.”

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    He was running late, of course. Reed spent too much time paying attention to the grounds and landscape, and not enough to what was going on around him. Realizing the hour, he tugged on the finery that was expected of the Lord of Baldell and eased into the crowd, relieved to see the ceremony hadn't begun yet. It was to be unusual, where the youngest Princess wasn't the one being sacrificed. Instead, the soon to be late, unlamented Luther was taking her place.

    Putting the thought out of his mind for now, Reed instead slinked up beside the Romanovs. A hand clapped both Marcus and Wilhelm on their shoulders. He smiled at little Lady Elsa, she was quite grown up now. "Of course we'll bring you some chocolate, my lady. We would never forget that."

    Reed was incorrigible, grinning at her before he looked between his two friends. "Now where are we going and when are we leaving?" It was like him to invite himself along, but he was good for fronting some of the money, defending the ship and smoothing their ways in where they were going. Since winter could be dull at Baldell and his brothers had everything under control, he was relatively free to travel.

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    Wilhelm glanced over to his brother. Marcus knew about Wilhelm's obsession with bodies and the fact that he sometimes inspected dead bodies farther than the level one could see simply with their eyes, but it was not a practice that was known or well seen by others. As such, Wilhelm never spoke about it.

    “Perhaps we should remember the ears that are to be offended by such talks, brother.” Wilhelm replied in his usual emotionless tone, but he still wore that small smirk on his face. His brown eyes stared to his sister as the discussion moved on to a matter of travelling. The young Romanov had returned home for a few years now and even if he at times departed towards the Baptiste home for some further studies, he never stayed long like he had previously done in his younger years. Travelling with his brother was all that truly remained for Wilhelm to do with his time. However, another voice joined the conversation. A man that was familiar and even what one could call a friend if Wilhelm had those.

    “One could say to a place that doesn't feel death.” Wilhelm responded in a light tone as he glanced over to the man that was to be sacrificed today. His words spoken as if the young boy had distaste for death, but only Marcus could see through this facade of his. Death didn't move the young man; it didn't make his heart leap or his heart become cold at the thought of death. Wilhelm had been around dead bodies enough in his lifetime and had found himself at ease and peace along them. The dead couldn't harm you, they didn't judge you and more importantly they offered no resistance to the study of their bodies unlike those that still breathed.

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    Wilhelm was quick to remind Marcus to keep his voice down, and all he could do is grin back in response. His brother had a hobby that was right there in the land of the macabre and while he didn’t understand it, Marcus wasn’t about to get in the other man’s way. There were oddities throughout the entire family. Anselm wasn’t all sound of mind, Alexander was devoid of all emotions, and several of the other members were equally as bizarre. The House of Romanov was founded on the ideals of the abnormal and thinking outside of the box, so Marcus would have been a hypocrite to trample on Wilhelm’s desire for anatomy pursuits.

    “Oh…my bad.” He chuckled with a look of mischief as he sipped at his wine before getting clapped upon the shoulder by Reed Gardnier.

    Promising chocolates to Elsa, it perked an expression on his younger sister’s face that made the Romanov smirk before going, “Now, Lord Gardnier…don’t go making promises for me that I can’t keep.”

    To that response, Elsa immediately turned around and pouted at him. Bottom lip quivering, it was as if she had spent a lifetime practicing this reaction. Marcus was helpless to try and resist, so he simply shot Reed a playful glare before taking another sip of his wine. As he felt the liquid smoothly god down his throat, he looked over at the other lord and smiled, “I do believe I haven’t seen you since that last time I visited. What have you been up to all of this time…besides the war and things of that obvious nature?”

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    Reed knew of Wilhelm's interest in physiology, though his own interest was less macabre and more in keeping with his House's standards of agriculture. He left the healing to those with the hands for it. His hands were too large and strong for anything so delicate as a light touch. Setting a bone, that was probably all Reed was good for. He looked down at his hands with their occasional scars, the signet ring the only ornament he wore. Amused at himself, he grinned cheekily at his old friends. "Nonsense. I made no promises what-so-ever, my friend, but we all know you're good for it."

    He smiled, seeing the pout on Lady Elsa's face. She was growing into quite a young lady. Meeting Marcus's glare with a smile, he merely shrugged. He had his own share of younger sisters who liked to be spoiled, why should Marcus be exempt? Besides, what was a few chocolates when it meant seeing the girls smile? It only meant reminding Marcus when they reached the island that chocolate needed to be on his agenda.

    A wink went to Elsa before he shrugged. "What every farmer does. Plow and plant, but I'm testing some new techniques this season. I'm hoping for a better harvest then usual, but we'll see. That, and we broke ground to build another hot-house. How's life in South Huntswalk? And life with the Baptistes, Wilhelm?"

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    Duty. What a deplorable word at times. Alexander had absolutely no desire to go the east island to witness the coronation. It was nothing but pomp and circumstance. A shiny hat was placed atop the head of a monarch, the crowds cheered, speeches were made and life continued as it was. Oh, certainly, monarchs could make issue reforms, improve or worsen the lives of the people, but really... life did not change all that much with the passing of the crown.

    Then again, it was entirely possible that Alexander was simply being cynical. At least, that is what Annemarie would likely point out. She might have even been right, as she was wont to do lately. The woman's mind was far more astute than he initially surmised at their initial meeting all those years ago. That was probably the reason why Annemarie had insisted on coming along to the coronation. It was a chance to get out of Old Havenwich for a while and reunite with some family members. There was no point in griping about it.

    Alexander strove to make the best of it. Garbed in his typically black attire, the tall man strolled through the crowd of people and eventually spotted members of his family. A faint smile formed. He was fond of that lot. Most of his immediate family were ... well, no point on dwelling on that. He also spotted Lord Gardiner, a man that was entirely too smooth and handsome for Alexander's tastes. Nonetheless, he would force himself to be pleasant.

    Or something.

    "Nephews, Niece," he commented idly to younger Romanovs and he offered a slight nod to Reed, "My lord."
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    It had become a grand grouping of lords as they all awaited the coronation procession to formally begin; the royal family sparing no expense in taking their time that much was for certain. Marcus chuckled as Reed mentioned that he had a knack for making good on his promises. It was more of a subtle entrapment because now he had to deliver some chocolate to Elsa and likely to Raelyn as well.

    But before he could respond back to Reed’s little quip, he heard the nonchalant tone of Alexander come into the fold. “Ah, uncle! I see you found time to make it here as well. Good! I was about to think this little royal gathering was going to be a bit boring but I think I can put that to ease given the circumstance.”

    Looking over to Reed, Marcus nudged the lord and replied, “Well I look forward to seeing what you harvest this year with your newfound technique. If it’s anything like last time I can imagine you’ve got something fun cultivating in that expanse of a garden you call home of yours.” The comment was in reference to the last time when Reed had him try a miraculous little plant that, when used in the pipe for smoking, made life infinitely better by some miracle of the gods. The only side effect was that it made him terribly hungry and in inside of his mouth would turn terribly dry.

    “Did you happen to bring any of that little plant of yours as a gift to the King, Lord Gardnier? I think he’d be pretty appreciative of it after all of this nonsense is finished.” Afterward he looked over to Alexander and smirked, “Honestly, this man has a green thumb for growing all kinds of crazy things in his backyard. You should visit Baldell, Uncle. You might find yourself pleasantly surprised.”

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    Amelia stood toward the front of the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the gathering behind her that seemed to grow ever-louder. While, as a noble house, it was expected that at least some member of House Baptiste was present for the coronation, Amelia herself had more personal reasons. They were why she had arrived so early, and why she hadn't bothered with socialization.

    She wanted to see Luther Farrand-Calhoun's death up close.

    Only a few days had passed since she saw the arrival of her oldest daughter, carried into their family home by the man who had rescued her from the dungeons of the King's castle. She'd never seen her own kin look so weak. For seven months Evangeline had been imprisoned, and for the latter half of that time she had been all but forgotten. Beaten, starved, maybe even tortured...they still didn't know the full extent of the abuses Eva had been put through, all because she had, in her own way, fought against Luther. Because she'd taken instruction from Lochlan.

    As if that weren't enough, Evangeline had revealed that Luther had been the true cause of Rebecca's death. The man had broken her neck, allegedly because she hadn't been able to heal the ailing princess quickly enough for his tastes. It was enough to make a mother see red, and although she was not a violent woman by nature, she couldn't help but wish that she could exact a little bit of revenge herself before he met his end.

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    Annemarie had indeed been the impetus behind the reclusive Romanov lord's decision to travel to Silesia for the coronation of a new king. She knew of her sister's imprisonment at the false King's hands, though the news of her sister Rebecca's death had not yet reached her. And the opportunity to reunite with her parents was not one to be missed. Happy as she was in Old Havenwich, as distant as she could often be from her family, Annemarie genuinely loved her parents and missed them. It would be a good time to reassure them that she was well under Lord Alexander's care and desired to continue her sojourn. They had new work in progress that Annemarie intended to complete.

    Then, perhaps then, she would finally contemplate returning to South Huntswalk in trade for Lord Wilhelm's return to his own family. Conversely, he seemed as content among the Baptistes as she did with the Romanovs, an irony to her way of thinking. Leaving one's blood to find family in a way, though Annemarie truly doubted either family would appreciate such a remark.

    Spotting her mother, she approached quietly, coming to stand beside Amelia calmly. Little ruffled Annemarie's composure, a sidelong gaze observing her mother's expression cautiously. Amelia could be difficult to read, even for her daughter. Finally, she broke the silence, commenting quietly, "It does not seem enough, does it? For all the evil he has spread, death is almost too good for him."

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