Written By Berenice
Feb. 27, 2023, 6:54 p.m.(5/10/1019 AR)
Relationship Note on Anders
I had hoped for a better death for you.
I knew you were marked for it. It was an inevitability from the moment we first met. I knew it was only a matter of time before the letters ceased entirely. Permanently. But I had hoped for the sort of death you wished for yourself, face to face with your attacker in battle. I wished that, if you had to die, you could at least die fighting. Or else, if you had been captured, I could have kissed you goodbye before the execution. I did promise you that, if it came to it.
But not this, darling. Not this.
I've always been fond of stoic men. There is something to the strength of them, but more importantly, there is something to being the agent of seeing them unfold. To earning and inspiring their smiles, their laughter, their affection. It tickled my vanity, earning yours. The most hated man in the Compact.
_I_ liked you, though, and that's all that really mattered to me. You were, without question, the most fascinating correspondent I've had the pleasure of trading letters with; perhaps it was the distance, the rarity of our meeting in person -- just twice, as memorable as they both were -- that made the impact of each letter received so very salient. Or..._especially_ salient. It was your eloquence, wit, and insight that made each letter so very treasured.
You compared me to a hurricane once, one seen on the horizon, feared and yet admired for their challenge. The sort a sailor could not resist turning into to face. I still count it as one of the finest compliments I've ever received. I think you know I could have ruined you, dashed you upon the rocks, if I'd so chosen, but in the end, I was surprised by my own affections. By my own fondness for you. I expected yours, vain creature that I am, but not my own.
Rest well, darling. I am sorry we did not have more time to enjoy each other. I am sorry that I am left without someone living to hate for your death. But I shall keep the favor you left me, the memory of your company--
--and, most of all, your letters.
I knew you were marked for it. It was an inevitability from the moment we first met. I knew it was only a matter of time before the letters ceased entirely. Permanently. But I had hoped for the sort of death you wished for yourself, face to face with your attacker in battle. I wished that, if you had to die, you could at least die fighting. Or else, if you had been captured, I could have kissed you goodbye before the execution. I did promise you that, if it came to it.
But not this, darling. Not this.
I've always been fond of stoic men. There is something to the strength of them, but more importantly, there is something to being the agent of seeing them unfold. To earning and inspiring their smiles, their laughter, their affection. It tickled my vanity, earning yours. The most hated man in the Compact.
_I_ liked you, though, and that's all that really mattered to me. You were, without question, the most fascinating correspondent I've had the pleasure of trading letters with; perhaps it was the distance, the rarity of our meeting in person -- just twice, as memorable as they both were -- that made the impact of each letter received so very salient. Or..._especially_ salient. It was your eloquence, wit, and insight that made each letter so very treasured.
You compared me to a hurricane once, one seen on the horizon, feared and yet admired for their challenge. The sort a sailor could not resist turning into to face. I still count it as one of the finest compliments I've ever received. I think you know I could have ruined you, dashed you upon the rocks, if I'd so chosen, but in the end, I was surprised by my own affections. By my own fondness for you. I expected yours, vain creature that I am, but not my own.
Rest well, darling. I am sorry we did not have more time to enjoy each other. I am sorry that I am left without someone living to hate for your death. But I shall keep the favor you left me, the memory of your company--
--and, most of all, your letters.
Written By Berenice
Nov. 30, 2021, 11:56 a.m.(8/28/1016 AR)
One must never forget that there is both a cost and a responsibility to the privileges of nobility.
Written By Berenice
June 1, 2021, 12:14 p.m.(8/1/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Ophelia
Nothing? Not a single word?
I did not think you were this cruel. I did not think you were this heartless.
If this is how you wish to leave, don't bother returning. You have broken my heart.
I did not think you were this cruel. I did not think you were this heartless.
If this is how you wish to leave, don't bother returning. You have broken my heart.
Written By Berenice
March 13, 2020, 4:56 p.m.(12/4/1012 AR)
"My mistress, I have found you at last."
Who are you?
Who are you?
Written By Berenice
Feb. 9, 2020, 8:32 p.m.(9.670166997354498/24.52935185185185/1012.7225139164462 AR)
It's remarkable how someone can ruin a party for you without even being present.
Written By Berenice
Oct. 30, 2019, 10:57 p.m.(2/11/1012 AR)
I might say "Alas!" that I will not have the pleasure of attending the Eclipse of Mirrors in Arx, as the last will forever hold such a special place in my heart. But I instead have the honor of returning home to host the masquerade in the beauty and splendor of my true home. With all the splendor the estates in Arx have to offer, there is nothing quite like the festivities celebrated at the heart of the Lyceum in Lenosia.
Take care, my darlings. And be fearless.
Take care, my darlings. And be fearless.
Written By Berenice
Oct. 17, 2019, 10:49 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)
Relationship Note on Sabine
It is truly a tragedy to lose such a remarkable, talented, and brilliant protege. But I suppose that seeing one's protege rise too high for you to continue to sponsor is the best way for it to happen.
Written By Berenice
Oct. 17, 2019, 4:43 p.m.(1/13/1012 AR)
It is truly shocking to see such an attack on the leader of one of House Velenosa's esteemed vassals, one who has worked so tirelessly for the welfare, prosperity, and safety of her people. All I can say is this:
Snow is honestly the worst. I am very sorry for those forced to live with it in their domains.
Snow is honestly the worst. I am very sorry for those forced to live with it in their domains.
Written By Berenice
Sept. 18, 2019, 5:21 p.m.(11/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Archeron
I imagine there is a deafening silence about thralldom being accepted in the Lyceum because thralldom has not been accepted in the Lyceum, darling.
Written By Berenice
Aug. 2, 2019, 12:25 a.m.(7/27/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Rook
We shall find such _delightful_ challenges to face, you and I.
Written By Berenice
July 21, 2019, 2:14 a.m.(7/3/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
I shall never forgive you for this.
Written By Berenice
June 23, 2019, 2:01 a.m.(5/3/1011 AR)
Sometimes satisfaction is all the more enjoyable for coming as a surprise.
Written By Berenice
May 19, 2019, 7:06 p.m.(2/18/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Cambria
No one is _only_ there to help, darling.
Written By Berenice
March 28, 2019, 11:29 p.m.(10/27/1010 AR)
I, for one, am quite relieved to hear that unrelated third parties are doing the important work of investigating potential improprieties in the King's business by doing a thorough interrogation of one entire side of the matter. I certainly feel much more at ease in the task that's been entrusted to me!
Written By Berenice
Jan. 26, 2019, 5:02 p.m.(6/16/1010 AR)
Anyone who might be knowledgeable -- and willing to share that knowledge -- in regards to the lands our foreign emissaries hail from is invited to send a messenger. I am happy to discuss payment, favors, acclaim, or even recognition by House Velenosa in return.
Written By Berenice
Jan. 22, 2019, 4:47 p.m.(6/8/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Jaenelle
You mourn however you damn well please and crush the fools who would critique your manners, darling.
Written By Berenice
Jan. 8, 2019, 11:32 a.m.(4/26/1010 AR)
The first annual Raconteur Cup Horse Race draws near! I am terribly excited about the whole thing.
We are still in need of a few more race promoters to help spread the word of our wonderful racers! Do reach out to Messere Venturo and myself if you're interested.
We are still in need of a few more race promoters to help spread the word of our wonderful racers! Do reach out to Messere Venturo and myself if you're interested.
Written By Berenice
Dec. 5, 2018, 12:50 a.m.(2/12/1010 AR)
Ah, there is no sweeter feeling in the world than this.
Written By Berenice
Nov. 12, 2018, 8:33 p.m.(12/24/1009 AR)
Gods, I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I thought it would be _months_ still before I could manage it, but here it is, right in my hand. It's _warm_, even, just like those silly stories always said.
Now I just have to decide the exact shape of this particular dream.
Now I just have to decide the exact shape of this particular dream.
Written By Berenice
Nov. 1, 2018, 9:07 p.m.(12/2/1009 AR)
I am honored. Of course I am honored.
But I will admit that I am also unsettled. And I think that is how these things are meant to be.
But I will admit that I am also unsettled. And I think that is how these things are meant to be.
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