Leyna de Somerville
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Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; Future Comtesse de Somerville; House Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Apr 25, 2010 17:17:49 GMT -5
Dear Princess Leyna de Somerville, future Comtesse de Somerville
Distance demands that this news be delivered in a letter, though kindness makes me wish it was otherwise. I am writing to inform you that Principe Nicanor de las Aragonia has been killed during a military encounter. I regret that I can give you no further information on the circumstances, as it is a state matter, but I can tell you his last thoughts and words were of you. By the time this reaches you, he will have been buried alongside his ancestors. You have our deepest sympathy.
Humbly, Principe Andres de las Aragonia The room spun around me and I felt myself falling hard, the floor reaching up to take me as I collapsed. “My lady!” I heard Anne cry and then nothing more as blackness swallowed me down.
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Leyna de Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Apr 25, 2010 19:06:55 GMT -5
“Mi amor,” said Nic, smiling as I opened my eyes, blinking away sleep. “You are so beautiful when you sleep.”
“Not when I’m awake?” I asked, smiling.
“Oh yes, then too,” he said, chuckling. He leaned in and kissed me, his hand caressing my cheek as he did. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips.
“I love you too,” I murmured.
I think she must have hit her head when she fainted. The chirrugeon is coming. Someone must tell the Queen!
“Nic,” I breathed, my fingers running through his hair.
“Shh, mi amor, it’s not time to wake yet. Go back to sleep. I will watch over you,” he murmured, wrapping me in his arms and holding me close.
Sighing happily, I snuggled against him, breathing in his scent.
She’s going again. Where is the healer? Someone, go find him. And get more water and bandages, her head is still bleeding.
“I love you,” I murmured again before falling asleep once more.
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Leyna de Somerville
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Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; Future Comtesse de Somerville; House Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Apr 26, 2010 1:03:54 GMT -5
Pain exploded through my nose as it felt as if it was being burned from the inside out. With a cry I woke, swatting at whatever was in front of my nose.
“Stop, my lady, it’s alright,” a voice said. “It’s just salts to bring you around.”
I rubbed at my nose with one hand and wiped my eyes with the other. I glanced around and saw that I was in our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
My bedroom.
I choked as I began to sob, my whole body shaking with it. “Nic,” I gasped.
“Here, drink this,” said the man whose voice I’d heard before. “It will help.”
I reacted without thinking, willing to take anything that might help. I sank back into the bed. How could I feel so hollow and so filled with pain all at the same time?
“You’ve a cut on your head, so I can’t give you too much, but that should help,” he said. He laid a gentle hand on my head. “Sleep now, my lady. It will help.”
I turned onto my side and curled into a ball, my tears already soaking into my hair.
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Leyna de Somerville
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Her Highness, Princess of the Blood; Future Comtesse de Somerville; House Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Apr 26, 2010 11:04:36 GMT -5
It was dark when I woke again. The curtains were pulled on the windows, but I could tell that no light was coming through them. Shylah laid beside me on the bed, her eyes watchful and sad as I met them.
“He’s gone,” I whispered, my throat raw from crying. She whimpered softly and nosed at my hand. Lifting my hand, I petted her gently and she inched closer until I could put my other arm around her and hug her to me. I buried my face in her fur and sobbed. No longer were these the racking sobs of pain and shock, these were deep and almost quiet as my heart poured out its loss. Shylah was quiet except for the steady sound of her breathing as she tried to comfort me.
After awhile, I felt a soft touch on my arm. “My lady,” said Anne. “You should have something to eat. I brought you some broth and bread.”
My stomach rolled at just the thought of food and I pressed closer to Shylah. “Not now, Anne,” I managed.
“But, my lady….”
Shylah growled softly and I felt Anne back away. Then Shylah nosed gently at my hair before resting her head atop mine as I continued to weep silently.
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