Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov
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Sovereign Duchesse of Eisande, Lady of Marsilikos *Voted Member of Best Storyline 2010*
Wife of Fydor Romanov
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Jun 4, 2006 7:17:08 GMT -5
I'd only been in the City for a short time and I was starting to rather dislike it; all I had known was lonliness and death and it didn't give me a very good impression of the place. I missed Marsilikos and the ocean in this rise of hills and houses; I missed my Father and Mother with every story of death and sadness that came to me in the sanctuary of my home. Such things happened everywhere, I knew that; I hadn't ever been one of those children who had illusions of their home being perfect or even good for everyone living there, but there had at least been comfort for me in the familiarity of it. I didn't even really know anyone here, and I likely wouldn't until things settled down.
Moving to my desk I began to pen a letter to Father to tell him what had happened. The bells had run tonight, so there was more to know, but I would add it to the bottom rather than waiting to write the missive; letters to him had become my only way to vent my own sorrow and worries about the ways of this City with all of its current pain. Soon I would have to leave my little nest and find out things for sure and I rather didn't like the thought; if these were only the things I had heard about it, how much worse was the reality?
Putting my pen down I stood and went to my room and, with a sigh of resignation, began to look for something suitable to wear for the next day, when I had to emerge and go fact-finding. The world didn't stop for death, and neither did duty.
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