The taste of blood filled his mouth, a bitter and harsh taste that he was all too familiar with. His gaze whizzed over the letter once more, and again, and again. His eyes began watering, as his clutch tightened around the parchment. Blood dripped down from his lip, yet he continued chewing, perhaps subconsciously. Once more, he read it over,
"We're sending this letter to inform you of the untimely passing of House Silevon's former Matriarch, Larasviel Silevon. She passed on, leaving her daughter and grandson behind to prepare the funeral services. Soon after, Breon Johanna Hölzer Silevon left her young boy, Ahlwin Hölzer in our care, and went away. The boy is safe.
- Guro Ulfdöttir Silevon"
It couldn't be, the Isldar clutched down onto the crossguards of his blade, leaning his forehead against it. He broke out into tears, sobbing quietly.
His road had been paved with road bumps, and potholes. Every turn seemed to bring more death and famine upon his families name. First, his Uncle's health began deteriorating, then his mother and Sister went away. Now, he was motherless, and his sister had run off to some Isldar hold, leaving her young boy behind to be raised by him. Darius didn't say anything, he remained quiet. He was speechless. With a shaky hand, and tears dripping down his cheek, he grabbed some parchment, and ink, and a quill. He began penning a letter, writing slowly, as to keep it direct, and not let all of his thoughts fly onto the page. The letter was stained with his tears, but he didn't care. Branding it with the house sigil, he glanced over it once more, It was short and direct, perhaps a tad aggressive, but he didn't care.
-Darius Silevon"
That should do, he thought, as he put it in an envelope, and wax-sealed it shut. Sliding the letter into his back pocket, he stepped out from his chambers, glancing in silence at his family. His Cousins Castien and Saria stared blankly at him. It was as if they were frozen in place, Castien held a teacup, but it looked cold, and untouched, Saria showed signs of having cried. Darius didn't adress them at all, he simply corrected his sheath, wiping his moist eyes with his sleves as he continued on.
"Hey, Dar?" Saria asked, her voice was soft, and almost motherly. As if she spoke to a puppy, or a sick child. She had always spoken like this to Darius, as if she was afraid he'd shatter if she was too loud.
"D-Do you want to join us for tea? I'm sure Castien can make you something very good to help cheer you u-" She stopped, as she glanced at the look in Darius' eyes. It was dark, and determined. He reached for the handle, before Castien harked.
"You're being an ass, Darius. Don't think that just because we all lost her, that means you can ignore us." Castien spoke plainly, and perhaps this is what stopped Darius. Castien was right.
"I'll.. Join you for tea later, Cousin.." Darius responded, before heading on out the door.
The letter was sent, and Darius returned home. In his room, atop his desk sat a lonely little teacup, with a note attached to it. Darius choked up a tad, as he read it.
"Cheer up, Little Snowball."
Not only had the Empire entered a new age, one of instability, House Silevon had also been dragged into it. The old generation was dying, leaving the new one to pick up the scraps. Time was yet to tell if they would ever manage to restore the family's honor, or if it would all crumble without Lara's guiding hand to aid them.
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