Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 11, 2014 23:10:38 GMT -5
March 16th, 21 CLE
A week passed quickly since the last time Jarvan IV had seen Eric Stonewatch. Matters of state were a constant demand on his attention but the same gaps remained in which to spend late hours brushing down his horses, practice his sword forms alone in the early morning hours, or to wonder what had happened to his friend who disappeared without a word, from the city or the world. He had searched, sending men to check on Eric's house only to find it sold. He had been on leave, and a warrant had been issued when he failed to report to his duty station days later. Nothing had surfaced. No one had even seen him, family or friends. Eric was just... gone.
The problem remained, covered up or pushed aside when a delegate demanded a meeting with his father and he was send to knock them down a notch, or some mundane study of domestic stewardship called on him to attend a guild conference or merchant trial. Again it floated to the surface, and his thoughts went back to the night he had last seen the Knight and the events of the evening. It was a weak memory of his friend, overshadowed by the new faces he had encountered. At a loss, he rattled his thoughts about. They were drinking, joking, and not alone. Stonewatch had danced with Liliana, then Tianna as did Jarvan, and after... After that there was something... missing. The Daysworn sisters had broken into their evening out, and not unwanted. Tianna had been kind, but there was something in her look that hinted at disinterest. He was used to the cloying attention most gave him, but her attention or lack thereof was not an altogether pleasing change. She had handed him off to her sister without a second thought.
Even then, he couldn't complain. Liliana was sweet, with a quiet charm of her own. She had been... interesting. He could remember their faces, but the evening's dancing was not his first thought. Tianna had been the last one Jarvan IV had seen with Eric. He drew out paper and pen, grasping at a last question.
To the graceful Lady Tianna Daysworn,
I have a bright memory of our first meeting. One that has been running through my mind for several reasons, the least of which was not our dance in the sea breeze. A close friend of mine has gone missing. Eric, with whom you danced just before the evening was over. I have looked for him with every power at my disposal and yet found nothing. I hope you will forgive my asking, but what was your impression of him when you last spoke? Did he seem worried or preoccupied, or anything amiss? I doubt that I have done anything but worry you, but I must ask. If your words help me find him you'll have done a better job than fifty soldiers, and I will be indebted to you moreso. I humbly await your reply.
Until then,
His Majesty, Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, Exemplar of Demacia
Post by Liliana Daysworn on Apr 12, 2014 5:51:53 GMT -5
Liliana had not counted the days, but she had to estimate that almost a week had passed since Tianna had returned, and a week since she had seen her sister's face. She also supposed it had been a week since she had been beyond the manor's walls, and a week since she had spoken to anyone who was not under her father's commands.
It was a long week and not entirely one she enjoyed. She was still able to visit the gardens at the very least, accompanied by one or two guards and she was able to freely roam the house. There was no point in trying to escape the locked doors and truth be told, Liliana had no reason to. She had no friends to reach out to, or none she could trust with her plight nor did she believe that there was any reason to doubt that her father's decision was wrong.
It was only for her safety, he had told her finally. He simply did not want Liliana to befall the same fate Tianna had. Yet when asked what fate that was precisely, she had been excused almost instantly and escorted back to her room, leaving behind her untouched plate of food and the darkened frown latched upon her father's face. And so it was, the subject was never brought up again until the end of that very week.
"Tianna has refused communication with anyone," her father said curtly and pushed the envelope towards her with two fingers. "It's from the Prince." Liliana glanced at the letter briefly; it had clearly been opened and read already and judging by the pointed look the Lord of the House was giving her, she suspected there was something more. It did not take long for Devrin Daysworn to clear his throat and continue, "You will keep contact with Prince Jarvan and write for Tianna," he waved his hand as Liliana opened her mouth to argue. "We would not want his Highness to worry, would we?"
That was that. The letter ushered into her hands and once again, she was escorted out and back to her own room. Liliana had found a recent terror in the anticipation of the sound of a click and she strained her ears to hear the lock to seal her fate but it did not come. She could only presume then that freedom was what her father offered should she follow his instructions and, well, she supposed she wanted to. The Prince had not been entirely difficult to talk with when they had first met, but it was surprising that he remembered her at all.
"Not me," Liliana murmured to herself, "Tianna." She pulled a quill from her drawer, the inkpot already nestled snugly on her desk with a fresh piece of paper. It took her a long while to craft her words, and by the time she was done, there were many pieces of crumpled parchment littered around her table. Only mildly satisfied, she took the time to read it over once again.
Your Royal Highness,
I am honored that you remember our encounter, and even more so that it should be a part of your thoughts, whatever the reason. I do remember Sir Eric Stonewatch, the noble by your side and the very same who asked to dance. When we spoke, he was very kind, a gentle and noble soul. I did not detect any such anxiety in his tone and he appeared to be at ease when we parted ways.
I do not know what to say, to know that Eric has vanished is unbelievable. Though I know you would have no reason to lie to me. I regret to inform you that I have no knowledge concerning Sir Stonewatch's whereabouts. Could I perhaps trouble you to relent what little information you may have already gathered? It would be in very poor form to lie and claim I do not care.
Yours faithfully, Tianna Daysworn.
It had not been difficult to mimic Tianna's tone, for any noble would write similarly. It was the contents of the letter itself that had troubled Liliana. She had little to no facts at hand on this Eric and only knew him because of the way her sister looked at the knight. Being vague and formal would no doubt bring more questions, but she decided it would be the safest response without revealing anything too contradictory. With a nervous nod, she sealed the letter and passed it to the attending butler and hoped for the best.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 12, 2014 23:18:29 GMT -5
There was a knock at the door. He called for them to enter, and took from the messenger a slew of letters which he sorted slowly until an name caught his attention. Perhaps more quickly than was normal, Jarvan IV opened the letter and read its contents with hungry eyes. She remembered. There was no sign of tension or oddity that she could recall. The words no knowledge hung in his thoughts for a moment, before he read on.
Dear Tianna,
All that I know is what follows. After that evening, no sign of Eric can be found. None have seen him, though a warrant has been issued for him. Do not fret over this detail. It is simply a military procedure for missing soldiers, easily cleared up. Men sent to search his home in Westnell found it sold, and occupied by the new owner with none of Eric's belongings remaining. He left no note, no message. For him to decide to deliberately flee without word or warning is wholly unlike him. I am truly confused. He is a good friend of mine, and I have known him for several years. You are not alone in your surprise. I cannot believe it myself.
Forgive me for troubling you with this. It is not my intent to burden you with something so removed from your normal cares. Yet, anything you can remember of him, however small would be a prize. I feel as if he has been driven off by something unknown, but even that makes no sense.
With earnest thanks,
His Majesty Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, Exemplar of Demacia
Post by Liliana Daysworn on Apr 13, 2014 11:54:15 GMT -5
Liliana sighed as she circled her temples with ink-stained fingertips, leaving behind darkened smudges. She could not help but extend the discussion for Sir Stonewatch's disappearance had only kept her up at night. She could feel her father's hand in this whole situation and she knew that Tianna would appreciate any information she could get. Once Liliana was allowed to talk to her again, of course. Her letter began once more with cloying respect and formality.
Your Royal Highness,
That is most troubling to know. Alas, it is as I have said in my previous letter, Sir Stonewatch showed no sign of wanting to leave nor did he reveal any displeasure in being in Your Majesty's service or in being your friend. It truly baffles me, however, that he would sell all his belongings. I ask that you forgive me for prying, but I assume then that you have not yet heard even a rumor of where he may be? Perhaps something of great importance caused him to vanish so quickly and efficiently.
I apologize if I have implicated something unsavory. I do not mean to, but it is my belief that one must consider all avenues and possibilities.
Please do not feel as if this is a burden to me. I understand wholly how troubled you may be. I must also apologize profusely for my lack of remembrance for I cannot recall anything, crucial or small, that may be of use to you. If there is anything else I can do to assist this search, I am in your service.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 14, 2014 1:41:36 GMT -5
The parchment on the desk sat untouched. Beside it in the dim light of the evening, Tianna's letter sat open. He had read it several times to little comfort. It had been two days since he received the letter, but something held him back from replying. There was little he could say, yet so much he wanted to. Questions no one had answers to. He had kept his attention on Eric long past the time when the city guard and the heads of commerce had let the fate of one lowly soldier pass into mystery. Few cared, and the demands of his station kept Jarvan IV busy and tired.
In the lamplight, nursing a glass of wine, Jarvan IV stared at the page without moving. Heavy limbs and the warmth of alcohol weighed on him like a sleeping draught. Nothing else was left but to relent. Sleep and forget about his friend, like the world had already. Instead, the Prince picked up his pen and began to write.
Dear Tianna,
I had no sign. No word. There wasn't a moment that spoke to me, not a look or a phrase that made me think twice. I missed something important and now there's no chance of finding out what. I have the power to sent out a hundred thousand men to do my will. I can have my friends watched and protected from the moment they wake until the day they die. I can pass judgement on my enemies without a second thought. All of it useless. Whatever the reason, my friend didn't come to me. I didn't know when he needed me most. I can't blame myself then, but walls like that haven't stopped me before. Forgive me for my rambling. If there was anything you could do to help, I know you would.
With Gratitude,
His Majesty, Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth.
His signature was different than before, shorter and without the flourish or attention of the others. The letter went straight into the pile with the others, sealed with wax and half forgotten.
Post by Liliana Daysworn on Apr 16, 2014 0:11:16 GMT -5
Liliana didn't know how starved she was of contact beyond her manor's walls, but when Prince Jarvan's letter came a week later, she found herself abandoning the use of the letter opener lest she cut her finger with trembling hands. It was no easy matter picking through the thick wax seal but when she did, she unfolded the letter with an excitement unbecoming of a woman of... any status, really.
When her eyes finally reached the end, with the simple signature that somehow suggested a lack of interest or perhaps lethargy, Liliana leaned back against her chair and sighed softly. Her hand came up to rub her brow as she mulled over the contents. Her father had only told her to respond as was appropriate, but he said nothing about continuing to talk with the Prince beyond his initial inquiry.
Prince Jarvan,
I can perhaps understand your feelings on the matter. We have all lost someone precious to us, not just to death but to a myriad of other such things. When I say this, it is not in order to belittle your plight, but to simply say that I can sympathize somewhat.
Though may I say that maybe Sir Stonewatch does not want to be found? For the time being at least, while it may go against his vows there are some things that are as important as duty.
Yours faithfully, Tianna Daysworn.
There was not much she could say. Indeed, her tone had taken a different turn though still sound of mind. It had been two weeks now and still no word from Tianna... and she did feel as if she was committing some heinous crime by lying to her Prince and future King. Liliana folded the letter hastily before she could add anything unnecessary and slipped it outside her door to be mailed.
She didn't know who else was reading them after all.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 16, 2014 13:22:05 GMT -5
It was early morning when he sealed his response, written in between words with his secretary, personal treasurer, and his tailor, all of whom had decided that they were the least likely to be rescheduled or stood up if they met him just after daybreak in the mid week. They would arrive before his duties called him into the tumult of meetings and appointments throughout the city. He gave them cursory attention, more focused on the contents of the envelope in front of him on his desk.
He read the last sentence, nodding as accounting figures were recited to him, and worried that he was showing himself to be too emotional or perhaps too personal with a Lady he had met only once. The kindness in her words was reassuring, though he was suspicious of her true feelings. Then again, he was suspicious of a great deal of those he spoke to, and her less than most. It was just the way she had reacted to him when they had first met, and the feeling lingered. Jacques droned on. Summarily dismissing the notion of decreasing costs in his personal stables with a wave of his hand, he began to write.
Dear Tianna,
It was inappropriate of me to speak so candidly to you my Lady, and I apologize for pushing my frustrations on you. However graciously you would allow it, I know it is wrong.You may be right, that he wishes not to be found. That is some small comfort. In the end I cannot dwell on such things when nothing comes to light, and neither should you. Please, let it leave your mind. I will try to do the same as my advisers urge me, as my duty in this case is foremost. I will however, not forget your attentive ear and kind thoughts. Neither have I forgotten the time I last saw you and your sister. Please give her my regards and know that if there is anything I can do for you then you have but to ask.
With utmost sincerity,
His Majesty Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, Exemplar of Demacia
Post by Liliana Daysworn on Apr 16, 2014 17:36:57 GMT -5
Liliana stared at the letter with open wonderment -- for the first time, could it be that she could finally write a truth without feeling like she was slitting someone's throat? She swallowed lightly at the thought, her finger coming to rest at the soft skin below her chin. She could almost imagine the steel and quickly brought her hand away to being her response.
Prince Jarvan,
We are all human, Your Highness. Forgive me too for writing with such boldness (though I must also blame this dratted ink for my much too dark cursive), but it is not so wrong to seek such comforts. I am not wholly against offering such words of consolation. My only worry is that I may not be able to offer the best solution for you, so to speak.
To be as honest as you have been, I have not talked to my sister much as of late. However, I will remember to do so when I next see her.
Yours Faithfully, Tianna Daysworn.
There was no doubt about it -- it was dangerous business to have added the last part and Liliana once more found herself shoving the letter away to be mailed off before she decided to rewrite it or simply burn the parchment. She knew that she longed to tell someone, to reach out for their help but to their Prince? No, it was impossible. She did not wish to burden him, not when his words were heavy with duty and other such emotions that seeped into the very letter itself.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 17, 2014 8:07:13 GMT -5
Opening the envelope, the Prince felt somehow apprehensive. Reading, he was dissatisfied that she was still worried about him, though who would drop the subject entirely just after he'd asked? It wasn't as if he had ordered her to forget. He could do better.
Dear Tianna,
Here I have be speaking only of myself but heard so little of you. How are things at the Daysworn household? Your parents are well? Is Liliana on holiday?
I have been so busy lately that I could use a holiday if my own, but I am content with ny horses and my letters when I can find time for either. Do you ride?
Sincerely,
His Majesty, Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, Exemplar of Demacia
It was a short message, but sincere. As much as he wanted to draw her thoughts away from Eric's disappearance, he himself needed to forget, if only for a short while.
Post by Liliana Daysworn on Apr 17, 2014 13:25:54 GMT -5
Liliana didn't know what to write. The tip of her pen was poised against the paper, the ink staining and spreading, reaching blackened spider webs across the parchment like veins as she sat there. She so desperately wanted to reach out and leave, to march beyond those heavy walls and feel the buzz of energy that was Demacia's inner city. But she knew it was an impossibility - for one, she doubted Prince Jarvan would think for a moment that she was Tianna and her father would not allow it either way.
With a soft sigh, she draws a new sheaf from the pile on her desk and begins to scratch the words in carefully.
Prince Jarvan,
Things have been quiet, though I suppose that is not an entirely bad thing. My parents are quite well. My mother is very happy with her new necklace and my father is always happy. My dear sister is feeling a little ill, but I am hoping she will get better soon.
It is a good thing you have some comforts, however small they may feel. I do ride, though probably not as well as Your Highness. Though horses do not seem to like me as much, it is enjoyable when I am riding one that does not wish to throw me off.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 17, 2014 23:03:27 GMT -5
He sorted through the pile, finding what he was hoping for and pushing the rest aside. The day was turning out well beyond expectations and it had him in a good mood. Calling for a clerk, he arranged something special to be sent along with his response. When he was finished writing he had a large breakfast and took a walk down to the stables.
Dear Tianna,
A bit of quiet wouldn't be missed here in the city. I'm glad to hear your parents are well. I assume your father has bought her something extravagant. A recent anniversary or something of the sort? There is much to do this evening but I find my morning blissfully empty. I suspect when it comes to riding you haven't met the right horse yet, or perhaps you have but haven't been introduced properly. If you find yourself close to the palace, perhaps we could remedy that. I would be thrilled.
Yours truly,
His Majesty Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, Exemplar of Demacia.
Along with the letter, a bouquet of flowers was sent, with a note addressed to Liliana Daysworn.
To Liliana,
I was told you are feeling ill. I hope these brighten your day.
Post by Liliana Daysworn on Apr 18, 2014 19:51:32 GMT -5
Things had taken a strange turn, Liliana frowned. She was no longer as melancholic as she had first thought herself to be. Rather, she now found herself contemplating what Prince Jarvan may write next and what an appropriate response would be. When the letter did arrive, she only caught a whiff of the flowery scent that accompanied the parchment but of course, gave it no second thought.
Prince Jarvan,
Yes, I suppose so. I am not privy to such things, though I would assume an anniversary would suit. Either way, I am certain she is happy and I am glad for them both. To you, I am glad that your morning has given you some reprieve from your duties. I hope your evening was similarly quiet.
Ah, riding. Yes, I've never quite managed to, shall we say, connect with the right one. I will certainly keep that in mind. Thank you for your most generous offer.
Yours Faithfully, Tianna Daysworn.
"They're from the Prince himself."
"I don't want them."
Devrin Daysworn sighed. It had been three weeks and Tianna had grown terribly thin and pale. Her food was scarcely touched and the household servants have commented that all she did was look out her window in forlorn longing. Devrin had at first decided it was just simple, girlish depression and that she would quickly find her footing. As that was not the case, the Lord of the House had to do something.
He set the bouquet down on Tianna's unmade bed though did not deem it necessary to move closer. He clasped his hands behind his back. "Tianna. I know what that man did to you was horrific--"
"That man has a name," Tianna hissed scathingly, for her throat was much too dry to scream. "And he did nothing to me. I agreed to it!" She stood up from her chair, unsteady and shaking but she made eye contact with the calm countenance of her father and that only served to fuel her slow boiling rage. "You will tell me what you did to Eric!"
"I have."
"The TRUTH!"
"There is no need to yell."
But Tianna had already gone back to staring intensely out her barricaded window, her body lowering itself back into her chair. She was too weak to stand in the emotional state she was in and her 'conversations' with her father never got her anywhere but further into her decaying mind. She did not even hear him leave and the flowers lay forgotten.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 19, 2014 20:07:38 GMT -5
Her response vexed him. Reading through her letter several times, he could not think of what to say to her that did not sound asuming and contrived. She thanked him for his offer, but hadn't accepted it. Her words were friendly, but she left their conversation at an standstill, with no question or thought for him to respond to. Most of all, she had made no mention of the flowers he sent. It left him wondering if he had done something to push her away. A day passed, and then another, and he thought about Tianna from time to time and missed her letters. She said little of herself, always wrote kindly of his concerns and asked few questions. She was reserved, humble, caring. Quiet. Tianna was proving much more than his first impression of her. On the third day, staring at the broken envelope on the corner of his desk, The Prince began to write.
Dear Tianna,
It has been severa-
Once again, he crumpled and discarded it, searching his thoughts for something just out of reach...
Dear Tianna,
There is a dinner on the second, a gathering at the summer orchards north of the city. It would be a trip, but I wondered if you planned to attend. I have a choice as to whether I will be there myself, and I am not quite sure. Just a thought,
He picked up the sheet, rolling his eyes at himself as he slowly ripped it in two. Just a thought? He left the desk for the night, finally managing to pen a message he found acceptable the following morning.
Dear Tianna,
I have more to do today than all of this week, and soon enough someone will come knocking to escort me away to my next appointment, but sitting here I was completely distracted by a thought that slipped my mind for days. How is your sister doing? Did she like the flowers I sent? I hope it wasn't too much, but when you said she was ill I thought It was the least I could do.
Off to lighter matters,
His Majesty Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, Exemplar of Demacia
Post by Liliana Daysworn on Apr 21, 2014 8:36:18 GMT -5
It was either the letters that had lifted her spirits or the passage of time that had worn away at her silent promise to remain within the house should her father keep her under his eye. Whatever the reason, Liliana had taken to venturing outdoors to the gardens and while she was still watched, perhaps closer than ever, she felt as if she was merely a single step away from freedom. She had brought the letter with her, crinkled now in the many times she had opened and closed it, read it over and over and without a single clue on how to proceed.
She laid an art board onto the cool grass, a piece of paper clipped to the smooth, polished surface with the matching quill and ink by her side. It was difficult, keeping up this facade and while she seemed to feel exhaustion cling to her like foam, Liliana kept this guilty pleasure close. It was easy to forget that Prince Jarvan was... well, her Prince and Demacia's future King. It was easy to think of him as just another person, with words and troubles just as she did.
It was the contents of his most previous letter that made her doubt her own sanity. She recalled no flowers that came with the letter, and the floral scents that she had detected had long since faded. But Liliana was no fool. The Crown Prince of Demacia had nothing to gain from lying and her father... he had everything. Even though the logic made perfect sense, she was still hesitant in thinking cruelly of the Lord of the House. Perhaps then, another lie was in order.
Prince Jarvan,
My sister thanks you for the flowers, I'm sure. She is feeling much better and I too must thank you for...
Liliana stopped writing. Lie upon lie, another web interwoven into the large, silky mass already twisting before her and she wondered if it was truly worth the trouble. She looked at the words she had already penned down. Perhaps she could mark down clues, hints to the Prince... after all, the consequences could not possibly be any more terrible than what she was already experiencing now.
... your sincere action. It was very kind of you to look out for another despite not knowing her all that well...
"Could you open the window please?" Tianna's voice was a whisper, her throat hoarse and raw, either from lack of use or her tear-filled nights. But as weak as she sounded, and as rugged as her appearance looked, she still held a measure of resolve in her eyes. It was not one the maid was like to miss, but she did as she busied herself in collecting the plates of food left strewn on the table. Tianna pressed her lips together and reached forward, her fingers only barely touching her visitor's arm before the maid jerked away.
"Please? I need fresh air... it would make me feel so much better, and the flowers would be glad of it too." She smiled, the charm mostly gone but there was a hint still curling in the depths of those cracked lips. The maid glanced at the pot, the blackened and wilted leaves of the bouquet only made her advert her eyes. "Please?" But Tianna's voice was pleading, cracking to the point where the maid set the tray down and cleared her throat lightly.
"It's locked--"
"I know you have the key... please."
The maid, unable to say no yet unable to say yes, dropped the key as she fled the room and Tianna finally felt at peace.
Liliana wasn't quite sure what had occurred. She had been finishing off her letter, pleased with the way it had turned out and had left the sealed envelope by her side as she rearranged her dress. The next thing she knew, she heard the rustle of clothing and the thump of heavy boots which contrasted sharply with the sweet songbirds. Yet it was only then did she realize that the birds had stopped their singing and the only sound that could be heard were the boots right before the whispers came.
"Liliana, it's about Tianna--"
All that was left in her world was this swimming face of a concerned guard and the way his shirt overlapped another and how the youngest daughter had just become the only daughter. She wondered at first if her father knew, then her mother -- then she wondered who this man was, and during it all she wondered if it was all just one big nightmare. One long, terrible nightmare and she would surely wake up at the pinnacle of this horror.
She was helped to her feet, even if she didn't need it and she was escorted to her room, even if she didn't want to be escorted. One of the maids, whom she could not quite recall the name of, sat her down gently onto her bed and Liliana asked when the mattress had become so soft. It was difficult to figure out where everything began and ended, where her fingers flexed into the plush duvet before her hand was placed gently into her lap. Her eyes were drawn to them, to how they weren't quite real and then to the small chip in her thumbnail.
Then Liliana finally remembered -- Tianna, her sister. How the pair had snuck into the parents' room and they had discovered their mother's box of nail polish. How they had laughed, nervously yet full of excitement as they marveled at the way their nails sparkled. Tianna had always been that way, not caring where or what she was and always taking that risk, that jump.
Finally, with that single thought, Liliana began to cry.
Your Highness,
Please forgive me if this letter is brief. My daughter, Tianna Daysworn, passed away earlier this afternoon. It would truly be an honor if Your Majesty were to attend her funeral.
I still cannot believe it myself and we are all mad with grief.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Apr 22, 2014 23:34:04 GMT -5
The words of Lord Devrin Daysworn's letter took their time to sink in. Tianna's death was so... unfair. For several minutes that was the only feeling he could attribute to the news. It was unjust, uncalled for. He could not understand it. He sat, staring at the words written in an unfamiliar hand, that announced her death. It was only when the time came for him to leave his office, with Councillors grasping for his attention as guards looked on in concern, that he felt pain. The letter was crumpled in his hand, and he realized he was gritting his teeth, anger and frustration showing through before his mind could feel.
He sent all of them away, yelling for them to get out, to leave, and let him be alone. The smile he imagined at the other end of a quill pen was gone, replaced by the terrible quiet that filled the room. It crept in from the dark corners where it lay for weeks, where it wrapped itself around Eric Stonewatch. It was taking Wenly Thayke with every invitation he declined. Most of all it was the empty space on the page beneath her last salutation to him, stretching on forever.
With an unsteady hand, he tried to reply to Lord Daysworn's request, but threw the pen and paper sliding off of his desk onto the floor instead. He would go to her funeral, this woman he had only met once. The least he could do was pay his respects. He unfolded the letter from Devrin, smoothing it on the wood with a hand steadied by the solace that knowing was much better than not knowing.
To Lord Daysworn,
I cannot understand why her life should be over, I cannot know your pain, but I will be there to say farewell with you. I spoke to her for a span of hours, and for that I am lucky. I will miss her.
Sincerely,
His Majesty, Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, Exemplar of Demacia
The evening was quiet and solemn as was expected. Dressed in clothes of deep black that could not escape the hint of gold that followed him as unceasingly as his last name, the Prince of Demacia stepped down his carriage, saying nothing. He passed the other grievers without even a nod, and took his assigned place. As he did, many followed his lead, and soon all the stragglers who stood mingling in small circles found their way to their seats. It was quiet.
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