Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 17:37:18 GMT -5
There were so many people here in Vanderhall, swarming the place like rats. At least it brought warmth and life to its halls, but in a way she’d rather if it had remained empty, to rest in peace, lest a proper Romanov was elevated to rule it again. She didn’t think such a mess was something that could be fixed, the family was truly broken now beyond a point of repair. They would never be the same again, however could they ever at least be functional? She wondered about Brett, where he was, would he come? She’d written to him from where she last knew he’d been, but had he gotten her letter? She missed him, and wished he were here, preferring to trade him for all of the company currently present.
The other vassals had indeed been called to the city, and it seemed a certain inquiry was to be had. This was to be expected, Bianca would hope that her family, the former Dukes, were worthy of a proper investigation, if not some restitution from what had happened. It wasn’t as though the crown had tried to support them when such tension was seen to be rising in the area… but Bianca never had expected them to help. She was, just as it seemed the people of Vasile were, rather self-sufficient and resilient, and proud. They would deal with their own matters, despite the meddling affairs of the Crown. She wasn’t daft, she knew another would be named Duke, but the woman was crazed with the notion of seeing her husband on that seat, herself by his side.
The sound of voices seemed to come from every which direction. She hated to hear the certain air of excitement among them. There was nothing exciting about these times. All of it was tragic. Had they come for the funerals? Had they written their sorry letters to offer condolences? Well, perhaps some had, but to Bianca such a time hadn’t ended yet. She, despite everything, mourned those whom had died.
Feeling a certain sense of uneasy anger coursing through her veins, she’d isolated herself somewhat, tailed only by her Lady’s maid and two guardsmen hired by her House - that was, her married House, the Reinhart family. One of the two she felt was rather incompetent but had yet to convince her dear husband to dispatch of his services. She was wandering about the halls, lost in her thoughts, remembering how they used to look, smell and sound. She drew up memories of her youth, and all of it threatened to make her feel something within that deep shell of cold she had created for herself.
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The other vassals had indeed been called to the city, and it seemed a certain inquiry was to be had. This was to be expected, Bianca would hope that her family, the former Dukes, were worthy of a proper investigation, if not some restitution from what had happened. It wasn’t as though the crown had tried to support them when such tension was seen to be rising in the area… but Bianca never had expected them to help. She was, just as it seemed the people of Vasile were, rather self-sufficient and resilient, and proud. They would deal with their own matters, despite the meddling affairs of the Crown. She wasn’t daft, she knew another would be named Duke, but the woman was crazed with the notion of seeing her husband on that seat, herself by his side.
The sound of voices seemed to come from every which direction. She hated to hear the certain air of excitement among them. There was nothing exciting about these times. All of it was tragic. Had they come for the funerals? Had they written their sorry letters to offer condolences? Well, perhaps some had, but to Bianca such a time hadn’t ended yet. She, despite everything, mourned those whom had died.
Feeling a certain sense of uneasy anger coursing through her veins, she’d isolated herself somewhat, tailed only by her Lady’s maid and two guardsmen hired by her House - that was, her married House, the Reinhart family. One of the two she felt was rather incompetent but had yet to convince her dear husband to dispatch of his services. She was wandering about the halls, lost in her thoughts, remembering how they used to look, smell and sound. She drew up memories of her youth, and all of it threatened to make her feel something within that deep shell of cold she had created for herself.
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