Zhola
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It is not without hesitation that I write you this new letter, fearful that I do not write quite enough, that I do not put into words here all that I have to say, because if the next days come to naught I think that words are all that will remain of and for me, and all that can save me if there is still salvation to be had. The assembly gathers soon for a final decision and enemies of our kin move ever closer to attaining what they believe to be their birthright, and our innevitable doom if they do so gain it. I do not covet the crown as they do so, I have become it's unwitting defender, not it's lusting wearer, and I only have stood forth to be the heir of our most noblest of kings because to not do so would be to doom not just my kin but all kin to tyranny, pestilence and all injustice that can be had in this world.
It has been told to me that, when the assembly gathers, I'll count many, of the kin of Belas, Astariu, Caranthir, many, besides me, and acclaim me they claim to be ready to do so. But I've grown weary of such promises from these kinsmen as it seems any of the support that had been sworn to the cause of our kin here has faltered. I have turned to the people of the haven for support but I believe they ache for bread and peace, not a new sovereign, and while my plight is not their own their's might soon be mine. Take the absence of news not as a good news but most likely as the announcer of ill news, and if you're not called to join me in the haven then do all that must be done as I would have surelly done too.
Having left no stated heir, and priedefully or willingly having never stated a clear word or wish on the matter, the matter of succession would indeed be left to his successors, however much sooner that he thought or wished so. As his personal aide and servant readied to wake him at the usual hours of the morning, as he opened the windows of the royal bedroom to let the morning sunshine in, he offered none of his usual replies to the usual words of encouragement to wake up, and a sense of dread filled the aide as they turned to the still figure in bed. Horror towards not seeing just their sovereign, but a kinsman and friend, in such a state.
" Medical team to the bedrom. " - the aide talked to his radio, connecting him to the palace's security - " Now. " - still in shock, he did not dare to move from his place, nor do anything much more than wait. Soon enough the words " The sovereign is deceased. " echoed through his radio.
It has been told to me that, when the assembly gathers, I'll count many, of the kin of Belas, Astariu, Caranthir, many, besides me, and acclaim me they claim to be ready to do so. But I've grown weary of such promises from these kinsmen as it seems any of the support that had been sworn to the cause of our kin here has faltered. I have turned to the people of the haven for support but I believe they ache for bread and peace, not a new sovereign, and while my plight is not their own their's might soon be mine. Take the absence of news not as a good news but most likely as the announcer of ill news, and if you're not called to join me in the haven then do all that must be done as I would have surelly done too.
from Alein Mael's, a King's Collection of Letters, dated 1559 7th January
Illness of the monarch solely makes the news, a sign of respect for one's health as a private issue, even when dealing with such a public figure, though visits to the hospital or a monarch's old age often led to rumours of the impeding changing of chairs in Londo. Lindír Avari's health or age were however not cause for concern, no longer a young man, not ever after he was acclaimed as the new sovereign of the androssi, but good health had accompanied him through his reign. Thus the matter of succession, and not just the matter of proginy, of which he had none, to him was not of immediate importance, perhaps having chosen to ignore it as a matter of pride, for he did not believe to be abandoning his position soon, or perhaps he truly believed that succession was a matter to be handled after his days, by those that in fact came to succeed him.
Having left no stated heir, and priedefully or willingly having never stated a clear word or wish on the matter, the matter of succession would indeed be left to his successors, however much sooner that he thought or wished so. As his personal aide and servant readied to wake him at the usual hours of the morning, as he opened the windows of the royal bedroom to let the morning sunshine in, he offered none of his usual replies to the usual words of encouragement to wake up, and a sense of dread filled the aide as they turned to the still figure in bed. Horror towards not seeing just their sovereign, but a kinsman and friend, in such a state.
" Medical team to the bedrom. " - the aide talked to his radio, connecting him to the palace's security - " Now. " - still in shock, he did not dare to move from his place, nor do anything much more than wait. Soon enough the words " The sovereign is deceased. " echoed through his radio.
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