Player Announcement Declaration of Separation: Aldarian's Farewell to the Aey'flir Family

MrDutch

Pancakemeister of Smithery
{!} This Notice would hang up in Luminion and be sent to the Aey'flirs{!}


It is with a deep heart and regret that I declare my decision to divorce, Aestaeana Aey'flir. a decision taken after much deep reflection and with much grief. There are many instances when I should have acted otherwise, made better choices, and perhaps mitigated some of the pains. But now, feeling that this marriage is packed with irreconcilable differences and damage on both sides, it has no other alternatives but to be terminated. My Aunt-in-law, Miriaire made this marriage be stable for as long as it could.. but since her recent missing and presumed death after not being found or heard from for the past weeks. It has been more hurtful than anything, which for me it shows that the best step forward is the official divorce from Aestaeana Aey'flir.

I am well aware that some of you are going to consider this decision as spite or the easy way out. I tell you, it is anything but that. At this moment in my life, it's obvious that parting ways is the best decision for both Aestaeana and me and much better ways to go. So this decision is made in hopes of rest and contentment apart for both. I would be an exiled from Luminion forever eitherway, Regardless if this marriage kept it's stance or not. She'll rule over Aesterius on what is left of the Aey'flirs. There is no reason, no chance, no recover. to keep it stabilise. There is nothing left to recover. I never cared about titles. I never cared about controlling land. All I care was the family and the Aey'flir family has been torn apart and nothing but far off their Golden Age but simply a decline in years.

Hence, with this separation, I resume my birth name, Chamaire, conferred upon me since birth and shall cleave to me until death.

Farewell to my brother-in-law, Fynenar II Aey'flir; I am most sensible of his loss. I presume his understanding of comprehension and respect for my decision will be great enough. I mean, for me, it is not merely divorcing a Wife but finding the better things for both Aestaeana and myself, healing and growth, even if the need is to do so apart.

I wish the Aey'flirs all the best, This happy marriage lasted so long as it could.


- Aldarian Chamaire


 
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Tired and in bed Apollon would be shifting through documents to entertain himself while letting his wounds heal. “He runs from Mitrona to be with the girl, then turns around and divorces her when she needs his support the most…” The man would glance to the courier to make idle chatter as his good arm flipped to the next document. “It seems the ‘Cill aren’t as well ordered and loyal as they seem,” He’d shake his head. “Has anyone told them they don’t need to broadcast their divorces?”
 
Aestaeana, sits in her study humming softly to herself. Her fingers delicately trace the lines of documents as she slowly read each line carefully. Amidst this hallowed stillness, a gentle knock breaks through the quietude, echoing like a ripple across a tranquil pond. An Aey'flir maid appointed to Aestaeana's service, stands at the threshold, a letter clasped delicately in her hands. She silently stood outside the door, awaiting permission to enter. "Come in," Aestaeana beckoned with a sweep of her hand, her voice carrying a melodic tone that echoed lightly in the spacious room. Her presence was commanding yet warm, her eyes alight with curiosity as she observed the maid approaching.

The maid, Cindra, hesitated for a moment, her usually composed demeanor faltering slightly as she held a letter in trembling hands. With a deep breath to steady herself, she stepped forward, carefully unfolding the parchment.
"My lady," she began, her voice gentle yet laden with the weight of grave news, "there is... something you must know." Aestaeana turned towards her maid, a flicker of concern in her eyes as she took the letter, her heart racing with apprehension. As she read the words inscribed upon the page, her breath caught in her throat, disbelief and sorrow intertwining within her heart like a tangled web. Her eyebrows then furrowed as she threw the parchment off the desk.

"Divorced?!" Aestaeana's voice rose sharply, cutting through the air like a whip. Her hands clenched into fists, the delicate lace of her sleeves crumpling under her grip. "He didn't speak to me in person!" she exclaimed, her words laced with a venomous bitterness that betrayed her hurt. The composed servant, took a step back, her eyes downcast in deference but filled with empathy for her lady's plight. She had seen Aestaeana through moments of joy and sorrow, but never had she witnessed such raw anger from the normally poised noblewoman.

"He has no right," Aestaeana seethed, pacing the room with restless energy. Each step echoed her inner turmoil, the rhythm of her heart pounding in sync with her footsteps. "After everything I have endured, everything I have sacrificed... I-", The memories flooded back – the vows spoken, the dreams shared, now shattered into a million fractured pieces. Aestaeana's chest heaved with suppressed sobs, her anger a shield against the devastating pain threatening to consume her. "I needed him.", She said in a whisper. Cindra approached cautiously, a silent presence offering unwavering support. "My lady," she began softly, her voice a soothing balm amidst the storm, "this is a grievous blow indeed. But remember, your strength has never faltered."

Aestaeana halted in her tracks, her eyes meeting Cindra's with a mixture of defiance and desperation. "Strength?" she whispered hoarsely, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "What strength is left when all that I believed in lies shattered at my feet?" In that moment, Aestaeana's anger ebbed, replaced by a profound sense of loss and betrayal. She sank onto a velvet-covered chair, her hands trembling as she buried her face in them, tears of anguish finally breaking free.
 
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