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The night falls over Bergwaltz, leaving it dark, and gloomy.
A eerie feeling hangs in the air, it is too quiet for ones liking.
A black raven soar the sky, delivering what appears to be the last ever note Brita van Leuveren has written, with multiple copies of it.
Said note, is hung by a young informant boy with blonde hair all over the Hadrian Empire.
The note is written in fine gold, with cursive per Brita's signaturial writing style. It bears her signature at the bottom, indicating it is truly her own words.
"I have sinned.
I have bed a man that is not my faithfull husband, and it is a sin that I know has been and always will be wrong.
I have treaded the edge of this world lightly, I have spat out the bone lord's name without any care of his destructions.
I have sinned, for I do not love my husband.
A part of me has always wished I would learn to love him, but the truth is, I see him as no more than a monster.
I did my part of the contract we signed, I wed him and I bed him. He has his rightful heir - I shall take my rightful leave.
I pledge for my son to be taken care of, and I leave him at the doorstep of Dallet van de Hoek, a last name I have granted him for his services, here he will live and he will be taught what is necessary and expected of a leader. I leave my responsibilities with Siegfried Morgenstern, the leader of our guards. I hereby confirm that he holds the power to sign papers in the name of Bergwaltz until Silas van Leuveren has returned.
I apologize for every wrongful action and step I have done and taken.
I will take my tiara off, and I disappear for to where I belong, with Lilith.
Farewell both friends, family and Eden,
Former Brita-Marcae de Ruiter,
Current, Brita Ruiter-van Leuveren."
Down the halls of the Keep in Bergwaltz, a screeching sound of a woman pleading for her last breath could be heard. However, she was alone. It was merefully her own action. Outside of Dallet's doorstep, Koenraad van Leuveren cried in a hand-knit basket of linen wood. With him rested a picture of Brita's joyful face, a note, and the bracelet that Brita and Silas had been given by Isadora te Kolste.
A eerie feeling hangs in the air, it is too quiet for ones liking.
A black raven soar the sky, delivering what appears to be the last ever note Brita van Leuveren has written, with multiple copies of it.
Said note, is hung by a young informant boy with blonde hair all over the Hadrian Empire.
The note is written in fine gold, with cursive per Brita's signaturial writing style. It bears her signature at the bottom, indicating it is truly her own words.
"I have sinned.
I have bed a man that is not my faithfull husband, and it is a sin that I know has been and always will be wrong.
I have treaded the edge of this world lightly, I have spat out the bone lord's name without any care of his destructions.
I have sinned, for I do not love my husband.
A part of me has always wished I would learn to love him, but the truth is, I see him as no more than a monster.
I did my part of the contract we signed, I wed him and I bed him. He has his rightful heir - I shall take my rightful leave.
I pledge for my son to be taken care of, and I leave him at the doorstep of Dallet van de Hoek, a last name I have granted him for his services, here he will live and he will be taught what is necessary and expected of a leader. I leave my responsibilities with Siegfried Morgenstern, the leader of our guards. I hereby confirm that he holds the power to sign papers in the name of Bergwaltz until Silas van Leuveren has returned.
I apologize for every wrongful action and step I have done and taken.
I will take my tiara off, and I disappear for to where I belong, with Lilith.
Farewell both friends, family and Eden,
Former Brita-Marcae de Ruiter,
Current, Brita Ruiter-van Leuveren."
Down the halls of the Keep in Bergwaltz, a screeching sound of a woman pleading for her last breath could be heard. However, she was alone. It was merefully her own action. Outside of Dallet's doorstep, Koenraad van Leuveren cried in a hand-knit basket of linen wood. With him rested a picture of Brita's joyful face, a note, and the bracelet that Brita and Silas had been given by Isadora te Kolste.
"You may not be his alder-father, but I do not have time to make a trip to Veronia and hand him to Taffeta and Gottfried, you may do so if you please. Farewell, I am sorry it turned out this way."
Brita van Leuveren, born 21/09/1518 - died 26/12/1543.
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