pascha's will

I am Duke Pascha Pavlova, leader of the City-State of Isegrad. I write this with sound mind and healthy body, witnessed by Van'chiriel Enathrae. In the case of my demise, I have entrusted my Estate to the care of DeLisle Creux, Lady of the High Court of Providence.

The Jewel of Providence, the Crown meant for the rightful Duke of the City, shall go to whomever of my heirs proves themselves worthy in the eyes of the City. In the meantime, I offer the following.

But first, to any who hear my Will, recognize these names.

Roza Rive.

Johan Ka'rimah.

Luka Pavlova.

Blood of my blood, born from love, whether fleeting or flourishing, these names are the rightfully recognized heirs of my name and my legacy.

To each, a request, should they see themselves fit to lead.

To Roza, my flower from the ash, wherever you may be- I promise the world. Grow ever stronger. Grow ever taller. Remember that I have always, and will always love you - in life or in death. And do not let yourself be shackled, if you do not wish it. Lay flowers at my grave and remember me for the fool I was to let you be taken away from me.

To Johan. I am sorry to those who thought you simply Konstantin's brother- But that is not the case. You, Johan, have always been my boy. Take my name should you wish, and face the future with confidence. Life is what you make of it. So make it bright. Keep up your studies.

To Luka. My darling boy. My eldest son. My foolish heir. I placed a crown upon you, when I should have placed a helm of war. You were not made for a throne, my son. You were made to be free. Release your hatred for the people of Providence. The people you have begrudged are gone. It is time to let go.

The Crown and its burdens are yours.

Let my Pendant of Melous, and the Manor, go to Johan, should he choose to accept it.

Let Winter's Solstice go to the soul that can handle its power.

For all the treasures of this world I have collected and hoarded, I leave in the care of DeLisle, Dura, and Camillato do as they see fit, in the name of Providence.

The Chalice I leave in Dura's hands.

And the fate of the City, I entrust fully, and happily, into the hands of the High Court.

Also, give my Sunglasses to Zayne.

I love my city. I love my people. I love my colleagues. My successors. But should it be my time, let it be said; I faced the cold of winter and smiled, knowing it was the closest feeling of home I have felt in decades.

Let my Moonlight watch over me, as I plant this seed in the garden. The tree that grows from it will  give shade I will never feel. This, I consider satisfaction.

Signed,
Doctor Pascha Pavlova. Duke of Providence. Harbinger of Balance. Forgemaster. Loyal Son of the Empire.

Old Bear.

Also? Give Chiriel something to remember me by.
I will miss him, most of all.


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