[clarice-ofberry]

In the final hour || Clement & Clarice

[ofrvchefort]

                       ❛PERHAPS THE GAME HAS BECOME ME.❜ The Comte mused under his breath, pulling the gloves slowly off his hands as he sat with his forearms resting upon his knees. Whilst his reputation did grant him MANY favours, it had also slowly dehumanised him within the eyes of most.  ❛Alas, that is a question I will not grace with an answer, Duchess. I am whatever you think me to be.❜ He did not care for the correcting of opinions now, especially that of a dying woman. She may go to the grave believing whatever she wished; whether close to the truth or nay. He couldn’t even attempt to care otherwise.

However his cerulean gaze grew serious within the shadows of the hallway, the encroaching evening littering the fading tones of the setting sun across the wall opposite, and held eye contact as she spoke of her daughter. A line creased his brow; though it was one of sympathy, not confusion as he bowed his head in understanding of her words. He couldn’t help but feel a little anxious as the prospect of having to look out for someone so young  ( and perhaps intolerably naïve. )  Drawing a quiet breath, the Comte leaned back further against the wall. ❛I will watch out for her at least until she is wed, on that you have my WORD.❜ If she made his life difficult, Clement would only keep an eye on her until then. If not, perhaps he would ensure her well-being for longer.

The mention of a dagger extracted another long respire from the Comte, attention flickering back to the ailing Duchess as he allowed a thoughtful pause to pass between them once she had finished speaking. Her agony was clear, and Clement did not wish to be the instigator of the woman’s prolonged suffering by refusing. He became acutely aware of the dagger at his back, and slowly reached an arm around to draw the blade from its sheath, the soft chimes of metal exposing itself to the world echoing off the stone around them. ❛Know that I do not offer this to you lightly, Clarice.❜ The Frenchman spoke quietly, quite unable to hand over the weapon just yet as he held it tightly within his palm for a long moment. ❛You must be certain. And if you are certain, then you must be SWIFT.❜

[clarice-ofberry]

“That is all I could ask of you, Comte. If she marries, her husband will have to look after her and take proper care of her.” the duchess agreed softly. “Also, she has my genes. Which might mean she will grow to and become slightly like myself. She would possibly drive you mad at some point and I am not as evil to put you through something like that. I remember myself being quite the ... impossible woman when I was about 2 years older than her” a soft chuckle escaped past her lips, followed by a heavy sigh. “But I thank you, Clement. I will be able to go in peace now and meet my husband again up in heaven.”

The duchess eyes gazed down as the Comte drew a sharp blade out of it’s sheath that was hidden on his back. It was strange, the kind of relief she felt when the shiny, metal surface reflected the light. There was no doubt it was sharp, frightening yet beautiful. Her weak hand reached out, placing it over the Comte’s that held the hilt of the blade. “I am very certain. To die in agony and absolute pain, to feel my body burn up in flames from the inside, I could not handle it. I do not want to handle it. This...” fingertips touched the cold metal softly before she continued. “This will be a mercifull end for me. I can do it, even in my weak state. You must be aware that I can be determined when I need to be. Please.” She wanted it to be over, fast, as she felt herself become weaker by the second and her head started to feel as if it would burst any second. “You don’t need to watch this. Give me the blade and don’t look back. I will make sure it returns to you. Don’t ask me how, but it will” A soft whine escaped past her lips and the pressure upon his cool hand became slightly stronger. “Please, or you will have to do it for me soon”

[clarice-ofberry]

Goodbye letters

Dear Emilie, @emiliebebeau

Even though we have no spoken as much of late, I do wish to let you know that I will forever regret not being able to properly remember your face as my fever is rising. As we both have traveled so far, the loss of contact inescapable. It does not mean that I have not missed you, dear friend. You were one of the few that stood by my side, adviced me when times got rough and always offered your help. Yet at times it appeared you failed to see how wonderful you truly are. How strong and inspiring for anybody who is not too blind and will open their eyes to see the real woman of this world standing up to face it. I can say that you were one of the few I trusted with every matter in this castle and could rely on and you should never doubt your skill. To me, you are not just an actress. Many royals should be jealous of the woman you are and have become. I shall tell you what I have told many others, never fear the men for you are much stronger.  

Never let them knock you down, my dear. One day you shall rise in a way nobody had ever expected and you shall shine.

Take good care of yourself and I shall miss you, dear Emilie.

Love, Clarice

[la---villanelle]

[clarice-ofberry]

Goodbye letters

Dear Richard, @richard-langley

There is so much to say, and on the other hand so little. I do not have a clue where to begin. You possibly wonder why I even bother writing you in these final hours. There might even be a chance that you have long forgotten about me and are hiding somewhere on the english countryside with a few beautiful women.  That would be the ideal, would it not? I do hope that you can find your place in this world soon, marry a beautiful woman and fulfill the duty that is so important to you. Just remember to be happy, not only to make your family happy. It is a mistake I have made and regretted a big part of my life.  Even though you prefer not to show it, I know there is something down there. Below that tough skin you have created. A man much unlike many other with a different heart that had yet to be explored by one who is brave enough to take the jump into deep.

Also, I should probably address a matter of business as well. By now we probably both know I’m not that good at staying sentimental.  I would like to let you know my daughter is yours if you are still interested in this arranged marriage and win her heart. After all, I shall no longer be there to keep a close watch. You must be relieved, I’m sure. I believe though that my husband was right when he chose to arrange you as her husband to be. You have qualities I never imagined to find when I first saw you walk into my room.

Rather you will be happy with her or not, I can only wish you the best for you have given me something I shall never forget. A night of feeling like I mattered, even though it is quite possible you have already forgotten every bit of it by now.

I wish you all the luck and love in the world, Duke Langley.

Your sincerely, Clarice

[clarice-ofberry]

Goodbye letters

My dearest Ana, @anaofnaples

I do not even know where to start this letter to you, and you must know that it hurts me so to do this. My time on this earth has become limited as the plague has caught me in his grasp. I fear there is no time to say goodbye to you in person, as I will not risk your life and let you become ill because I wish to see your face once more. To know that you have healed though is enough to sooth my mind and I hope that this letter will give you the feeling I did not leave you behind. Know that I always be there right beside you when you need me. In spirit.

Dear princess, never doubt yourself or your actions, as you are one of the most inspiring women I have met in quite a while. When I look at you I see a young reflection of myself, a lady who can accomplish anything if she puts her mind to it. A true ruler, who will not be overruled by foolish men. Never think for a moment you need a man to rule for you, as you are the Princess of Naples. A princess that will become a queen like no other. Strong and independant, if you dare to be brave and be yourself. Never doubt, my sweet Princess. The future shall be bright.

Be brave, be yourself, be the one and only Ana of Naples.

Goodbye, Sweet princess. For we shall see each other again in another world.

Love Clarice.

[clarice-ofberry]

In the final hour || Clement & Clarice

[ofrvchefort]

                            HE UNDERSTOOD MOST INTIMATELY the particular acceptance she spoke of, a RESIGNATION of one’s fate felt under only the most hopeless of circumstances. Some dared call it cowardice, yet Clement had always thought the courage lay in the noble sufferance of fate.

❛I can have the priest say that if you wish.❜ Clement offered, suppressing a smirk at the thought, and he couldn’t help but release a chuckle at her words, ❛Male version? Now you’re insulting yourself, my lady.❜ Self-deprecation was not a habit he particularly indulged in with others, but he could not help but feel somewhat touched by the Duchess’ words himself. 

How very unfortunate it was that the world saw fit to see off many of it’s best individuals at every given opportunity. Clement had always found himself perplexed by the sense behind such a thing; especially when he knew so many whom DESERVED to meet a slow and painful end.

Her question roused him from his thoughts, and the Comte’s head turned against the press of the wall to look to the Duchess, expression unreadable as he gave a single nod. ❛You may.❜ 

[clarice-ofberry]

“I think I would like that, to hear a priest say those words. There will be enough said of how everybody must be praying for the lord to forgive the sins in my life. Sins they seem to regret and wish to forget more than I do myself” the duchess mumbled, thinking of the shock in the priest’s eyes if he would be forced to say what she wanted them to say. It would be quite… different than his normal words at the funeral. She wouldn’t force him though, that man probably didn’t have an easy life already.

“Is it such an insult to myself, Comte? If I would be compared to anyone, I prefer it would be you. I like it when people fear me just a little. Can’t determine rather I’m gonna bite or be kind” she said with a soft smile, a weak expression on her pale face. “Or am I mistaken now? Seeing you as something you are not? Because I do think you play the game quite well, my dear. Playing it like not many are able to”

The duchess turned slightly to face him, a sting in her side almost causing her to collapse again. She inhaled sharply, body trembling slightly as she forced herself to stay up and look at the blonde male. The cold hard gaze was no longer there. It was impossible to keep her static face when she was in this much pain. Yet the blue orbs did not show any sign of fear. “I have two requests, comte. First, I would like to ask a favor. Soon, after my death, my daughter will become the duchess of Berry. My beloved daughter, who is only 18 years old and has been trapped in convents for the past few years. I fear that she has not seen enough of this world, that she does not see how toxic people can be. How they can use you for their own selfish cause. If one could look out for her, to keep her from making foolish decisions she might regret later. I hope you would be the one who could do that for me, when I am no longer there. Second…” the duchess flinched for a moment, the burning in her chest becoming worse and slowly spreading through her body. Sweat dripped from her forehead and her fragile hands clenched into fists. “A dagger…” she mumbled. “I will go mad in pain and agony if my body will continue to torture me like this. I had hoped for a silent death with empty eyes, but I fear god will not make this easy for me. Before the pain comes unbearable I want to…” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to ignore the pain although she knew it was impossible. It would only get worse from here on. “I want it to end now, before I go insane. To end it myself before I lose my mind. We both know I can never be saved“

[ofnapoli]

      A sheltered childhood hadn’t lead to many opportunities for Ana to prove her bravery to the world and now she felt undeniably terrified, but to the Princess strength and bravery had nothing to do with the absence of fear. Everyone had something to fear, anyone who said otherwise was a liar. Strength to her was continuing on despite that and surely she could find that kind of strength inside herself somewhere. Hopefully. Clarice’s words were so motherly and caring that Ana’s lips began to curl into a smile before she winced as she felt a dull pain in her abdomen. “I will try…” she said quietly, tired eyes drifting shut for a moment since remaining awake was becoming increasingly more difficult and strenuous. “I don’t want to be the cause of you becoming sick also, you must be well for when your daughter arrives. Once I am better I would like to meet her and see you both happy together, if you would allow it.”

[clarice-ofberry]

Clarice hand traveled up, cupped the cheek of the young princess and carefully stroke it with her thumb. Returning a warm smile as she tried not to look worried when she heard the noises of pain. Ana would make it, the duchess had no doubt. “I can handle myself, dear Princess. To stay put in my room would be safe perhaps, but it would leave me with a bitter aftertaste of guilt. I’m not one that sits around and waits for it to be over. If I get ill, it’s not because of you. It’s because God wanted it to be that way. I will be fine, my dear. I promise.” the duchess did not want to let go, but she knew it was time she made her leave. Let the princess get some rest. “You will meet her soon, and I’m sure  you will get along with her just fine. You are both most wonderful ladies. Now please rest, my princess. The sooner you get better, the sooner you can join us for a nice stroll in the gardens.”The duchess let go, no matter how hard it was. Instructing the servants to get a priest and nurse before making her leave slowly, hardly able to tear her eyes away from the weak princess.

[clarice-ofberry]

In the final hour || Clement & Clarice

[ofrvchefort]

                             HE OFFERED A WEAK SMIRK IN RESPONSE, ❛Then I ask you to forgive my feigned hope, Your Grace.❜ Honesty, however brutal, was what was required now, he knew. Much like himself, the Duchess was not the type to care for words of false encouragement – something else he was most aware of. His gaze moved over the woman’s enfeebled form, her words evoking the whisper of a chuckle from his lips as he met the woman’s eyes once more.

❛There are many who’d consider you a fool, you know.❜ He spoke, tone light, despite the seriousness of his expression. Foolishness and bravery ran side by side, it would seem. Yet Clement knew her words; her tone. He was familiar with this kind of ACCEPTANCE, and in truth he respected her all the more for it. Perhaps witnessing so many scramble over one another for forgiveness at the alter had influenced his perspective – truth be told, he wasn’t sure – but he couldn’t help but find a glimmer of admiration for the Duchess. ❛Ah, stubbornness is a craft, my lady,❜ He spoke as a flicker of amusement weaved into his words, offering a delicate squeeze of the woman’s hand, ❛—at least you may go proclaiming you mastered it entirely.❜

With a long, world-weary exhale, the Comte let go and settled back against the wall, sliding slowly to sit beside the noblewoman in silence. ❛Are you warm enough?❜ He asked after a pause, noticing the chill which drafted through the hollow of the hallway.

[clarice-ofberry]

“Without hope, we would all be lost, my dear Comte. Yet I do know now that hoping that this is all a nightmare and that I might recover, would mean I would be lying to myself. To everybody. Sometimes, you just must accept fate and stop hoping, even though it’s hard. Almost impossible...” the duchess closed her eyes and breathed slowly. Making an attempt to suite her head that felt like a hammer smashed into it over and over again. 

The duchess leaned her head back and shook it slowly, the smile never leaving her face. “They may think of me whatever they want. Call me everything they want. I have stopped caring about such matter, and I will not start in my final hour.” Even though her eyes were still closed, her face did not hide how for a moment she felt comfort as he squeezed her hand softly. “I hope they will say such thing at my funural, as it is one of the greatest compliments I have ever heard. Especially coming from the man who might possibly be considered as what come closest to a male version of myself by others. “

Clarice opened her eyes as the pressure on her hand was one and watched how the Comte sat down next to her. “My body feels as if hellfire is burning inside. Not exactly nice, but I will not get cold” she replied, trying to sound as casual as possible even though she knew there would be a point she would crack and break. She could not keep it up forever. “Clement, can I... ask you something?”

[davincisdemonsdaily]

[davincisdemons]

Women are forged of iron. [insp.]

Clarice Orsini requested by anonymous

[clarice-ofberry]

In the final hour || Clement & Clarice

[ofrvchefort]

                                             THE COMTE WAS TIRED; exhausted, even. Days fueled by only the shortest of rests as and when he could allow for them had begun to take their toll – and had driven both his tolerance and patience almost to breaking point ( with emotional stress being an energy depleting burden he would NOT admit to. ) To say he was  inexperienced  in situations such as this would be inaccurate, but to say he was OUT OF PRACTICE would be significantly less so. To not foresee an outcome, coupled with the sheer and striking unpredictability of this outbreak had caused him to experience a raw vulnerability which he had not felt in longer than he dared admit; the simple idea that events were ENTIRELY out of his control disturbing him to a level far greater than he was comfortable with.

It was as he strode the wide, ornate halls of the ‘GREAT’ Mont Tomb – his own pace slightly laboured, heels heavier as his proud stance begged for relief and promptly fell to its knees for a little while – that he heard a voice, a sound he would have undoubtedly missed had he been walking quicker, with PURPOSE and with a destination in mind. His head snapped up, halting as suddenly as a startled horse as he sought the source of the interruption, gaze falling upon the figure of the Duchess as he did so.

                             ❛— D u c h e s s ?❜ 

His legs pulled him forwards, crouching before the woman once he was close enough. Clement offered an arm, knowing better than to coo or fuss over ( after all, such was HARDLY in his nature, either ) the woman. Yet concern DID lie somewhere behind his expression, and it left traces of its presence in the way he took the woman’s hand in his glove-clad own, countenance belying nothing but a respect for his fellow noble; DIGNITY allowed for a woman who’s pride was likely as INVALUABLE as his own. ❛Hold my arm, Your Grace—❜ he instructed quietly, well aware of the woman’s state by now; hope beginning its slow walk to the slaughter as regret began to nestle within him once he recognised her symptoms. ❛— and allow me to help you to your feet.❜

[clarice-ofberry]

“Comte...” the lady groaned softly as she tried to make her eyes adjust in the proper way, to see his face even though his voice was one of a kind. Not one she would forget, even though they had spoken so little. She wished to tell him how glad she was he had happen to pass through this part of the castle, that she could not have wished for a better person to stumble upon her. Her head was pounding and her heart racing in an unnatural pace. She prefered his clear thinking mind now over the crying, sobbing women. Not something everybody would prefer, but she was not like most. The duchess felt him take her hand, his glove feeling strange against her burning skin. Yet, it did feel surprisingly comforting.

Out of nothing, a laugh escaped past her lips, followed by loud, uncontrollable coughing. Her chest felt as if it was going to explode, aching and burning like the rest of her body. “My dear, we both know I would not even make it to my chambers. Perhaps not even to the end of this hall” the duchess replied with a weak smile, yet not letting go of the Comte’s hand. “I know you are no blind man, nor a foolish one. We both know what will happen soon. The healers can not safe me, nor can prayers. This…” again, coughing interupted her. Almost making her want to lay herself down on the ground once more and curling up like a little ball. She would not though. Not in front of him, not anyone, not even in front of God. “This may possibly be where it will all end for me. Less graceful, but certainly quite as dramatic as I imagined. My mother was right when she said I would not be a candle that would slowly burn out. I’m too stubborn to accept my faith, even if God himself has decided it for me.”

[ofnapoli]

       Ana hadn’t fallen sick in so long, she could only just remember the last time. Spending too much time reading by an open window had struck the young princess down when she was a child, leaving her stuck in bed for days with her mother never leaving her bed side. The Queen of Naples had many duties to tend to and she did so by her daughter’s sick bed, anything that couldn’t be done there would wait, when Ana closed her eyes now she could almost see her mother sitting by her side. Alas, that was an image brought on merely by the fever, she would never be blessed by that sight again. The moment she felt herself laying on the comfort of her bed discomfort set in, shaking hands raised to unfasten her cloak in a bid to bring down her body temperature. “God is testing me,” she said softly, her hand turning to weakly hold onto the caring Duchess’. “If I survive this do you think I will be forgiven? Will my father forgive me for not being a male heir?”

[clarice-ofberry]

“He always tests the strongest people, princess. And that you are.” Clarice’s hand covered Ana’s weak, pale hand. Again, making an attempt to comfort her the best she could. The lord could not take her now, and if he did she would curse his name. The duchess’s brows knotted together, a worried expression appearing on her face. She knew that she herself was quite along in the thought of women being as strong as men, and able to rule perhaps even better than the males. Nobody would agree, fearful of losing power and much more. The hold on the Princess’s hand became stronger and her jaw clenched for a moment. “My sweet Ana, don’t you ever say such thing again. If he can not see what a beatiful and strong daughter he has he is a complete fool. Show them all there is no reason to doubt your abilities, that you can become the greatest queen the world has ever known. I know you have it in you. Never blame yourself for other one’s burden, problem or mistake. Please, promise me . “

[davincisdemons]

When I first came to this palace, I considered myself much more than Lorenzo’s youthful bride. I was an educated woman, but I still had so much to learn. ↳Da Vinci’s Demons S2E10, The Sins of Daedalus

[clarice-ofberry]

In the final hour || Clement & Clarice

@lxcune

Somewhere in a hall, far away from the quarantined zone the healers and nuns had arranged for the people were not ill, stumbled a woman. Feet that once walked the halls in a steady pace, now stumbled. Almost unable to carry the weight of the body, one hand attached to the wall to try and keep balance. It was a prayer without an and that kept coming from her lips, over and over again even though every single person with a proper mind could see that this woman had very little time left. A day, if lucky. A few hours, if God would not be in her favour. Due her blurred vision she had her tripping over again over objects and her own feet, until the wall that supported her ended and her knees hit the ground. If this was a normal case, people would believe they saw a drunk man walking, but this was not a normal case.

Slowly, the duchess of Berry laid herself down upon the cold, stone floor but she could not feel the icy marble that rested against her fragile skin. She felt a burning pain and nothing less. Heat that most had compared to a hellfire and she knew all too well from the stories she had heard. From the people she had spoken during their final hours. Most lost their mind during the last one, started screaming or said nothing at all as if their speech was taken from them and they could only stare death in the eyes. Little beats of sweat slowly dripped from her forehead, onto the floor as she curled up. She was still sane, completely aware of what was going on and that was probably what made it less bearable. If she had a choice, she wished she could be the speechless one. Just waiting for God to take her, reunite her with her beloved forever in heaven. Ow, if it only was that simple. No, it was agony. Agony she must endure.

Footsteps in a distance woke up her tortured mind and body and made her fight for the control of her body. Slowly she pushed herself from the ground, pressing her back against the wall as heavy breaths escaped. Why did she always have to be so stubborn? Fight what could not be fought? Refusing to give up when all was lost and be the safe haven in the storm that would mean the death of many. Because she would rather die knowing she helped the ones she loved than hide in her room and saving her own behind? Never had she been the regular duchess and she would not start now. She refused. “Please, over here” a weak voice called out, yet loud and clear in the empty all where only footsteps echoed.

[clarice-ofberry]

anaofnaples:

· · · ·Part of her wanted to tell them to let go of her, to leave her to make her own way in case she was infected, but she knew that she would never make it on her own. The Princess of Naples felt far too weak to focus on being discrete as well as keeping the strength needed to reach her chambers. While Clarice’s words were a great comfort to Ana she found it incredibly hard to focus on the positives. Her temperature felt as though it was rising by the minute, she felt exhausted and the glands in her throat were swollen, causing her throat to ache. The longer she spent in the open the more people would catch the illness from her, she was sure of that, and she would never forgive herself if she caused the deaths of many. As the guards began to carry her much more carefully Ana let out a sigh that doubled as a weak whimper.·“Once we are there you must leave me alone. I don’t want anyone else to fall ill.”

Clarice blocked herself from all the noises behind her, fearful of what might happen. She could not deny the symptoms that she had seen before, how they were so similar but she refused to believe it. And if it was the plague, there were people who made it through. Ana would be one of those, she had to be. The duchess opened a door to the Princess’s chambers, the servant following her in and heading for the bed right away. Clarice closed the door and followed. Watching everything carefully.·“There will be people coming in to take care of you, as leaving you alone would mean a certain death if this is the plague. They know how to handle this and you must let them” slowly the brunette placed her hand over the young lady’s, worry in her blue eyes.·“We’re all going to survive, my dear. I promise you. that Just keep on fighting, okay?”

[ofnapoli]

      At first it was all too blurry for Ana to make sense of what happened. The sudden drop made her head dizzy and her vision even clouded over for a brief second, hearing the man who caught her shouting brought her out of her daze but she felt no better. Somehow she was being moved, while it wasn’t very comfortable she was thankful for the help for surely she couldn’t carry herself all the way to her chambers. Panic began to set in moments later, realization that perhaps this fever wasn’t merely just than and it may very well be the very thing that the majority of court were cowering from, it wasn’t until a familiar voice filled the air that she began to become more aware of her surroundings. There was much shouting and disputing about what she assumed was how she was being held before Ana made an attempt at putting her own weight on her feet once more. “I can, but I’m not sure how far I will be able to walk,” Ana paused as she carefully balanced herself, looking to Clarice with a look of pure regret over the words she was about to mutter. “..I’m afraid.”

[clarice-ofberry]

“Than you must not try to push your limits, my dear. Save your energy. We will make sure you reach your chambers and get you into bed.” the duchess said softly. The people that had swarmed around them didn’t need to hear anything she was saying to the young woman. As Ana spoke to her, her features became even softer. A small, pale hand, wrinkled lightly by the years, cupped the Princess’s cheek softly. Looking into the cornflower blue orbs of the other. “Everybody is, sweet princess. There is no shame in that. You’re one of the few brave enough to admit it. This situation is frightening, I know but you will get through this. This could be something very different than the plague, and even if it was you will make it through. I know you can make it through” The duchess let go of her cheek and turned, creating a distance between them and instructing the servants a little further before they started to move in a slow pace in the direction of the princess’s chambers.

[mariexdevalencia]

       Soft palms brushed over her skirts as Marie turned to survey the scene in the hallway outside. She took a moment to compose herself, to think of where she should turn to next, when a voice addressing her disturbed her thinking. “Apparently hospitality is not what it once was, my lady. Is it true? Has the plague reached our door step?”

[clarice-ofberry]

“I fear the circumstances are not what they used to be either.” The duchess replied softly, ignoring the people that passed by completely. “I’m afraid that what you have heard is true, my lady. I have yet to hear the report that more than one has fallen ill of which we surely know it’s plague and not stress, but we all know how it spreads. It explains the sudden change of hospitality, doesn’t it?”

[ofrvchefort]

❛WITH ANY LUCK, the majority of residents will have the good sense to stay within their own apartments until we can isolate the outbreak, should it arrive here.❜ He expected it was more of a question of WHEN rather than IF, yet no doubt the Duchess understood that, too. The Comte offered a nod, expression turning somewhat grim at her words, ❛The servants will undoubtedly look to their respective leaders for strength – one can only hope that the monarchs uphold some stability within their own courts here during such time. —You may indeed, and I suspect I might assume the same of yourself.❜

[clarice-ofberry]

“Lets hope they will, although if it is anything like my past experience with the plague they are foolish enough not to listen to the advises given. They see a body or an ill person and that is where the real trouble starts. Bodies on a battlefield they can handle, but when their fate is in God’s hands they start to fear on a whole new level” The duchess crossed her arms as she leaned back slightly against a stone wall, knowing that an outbreak was possibly heading there way right now. “Do you know me any different than utmost calm in any situation? I see it as a task to stop the Royals from losing their mind in the chaos that might be coming. Some of them are quite young and inexperienced, Which to me means unstable”