~ Qvattorday, 30th of Aprilis, 11831 ~ “Do you still want to become a suitor of death knowing what you do?” Pierre asked. He had called the boy into his quarters knowing Elizabeth would be out with Síofra, Maiolaine, and the stewardess’s children this afternoon. His advisors too were busy, away, or as of two... Continue Reading →

~ Iunday, 27th of Aprilis, 11831 ~ Pierre had never plotted a murder before. He had committed them, yes, but the target had always been found by another or chosen scarce moments before the deed was done. He had practiced on the ill, the criminal, and those already in some form condemned by forces outside... Continue Reading →

~ Siwenday, 21st of Prima, 11805 ~ Lord Dorian, Steward of Piques, sat across from Duc Felicien, who had been his childhood friend so very long ago. They had been playing in a creek in the woods when the younger boy disappeared at Springfinding. Dorian himself could barely remember it, but the after-effects had been... Continue Reading →

~ Iunday, 10th of Maius, 11793 ~ It was a dying wish. The Duchesse of Piques was over seventy years old, having outlived her husband by several years, but she seemed even older in her weakened state. She had never recovered from losing her child in her youth, the young heir snatched by the fée... Continue Reading →

~ Qvattorday, 23th of Aprilis, 11831 ~ Pierre once more read over the missive he had received from the prison that morning. It confirmed there had been enough evidence that the incarceration at His Grace’s pleasure would have held for the chief if he had been alive. For a year and a day Augustin Raoul... Continue Reading →

~ Iunday, 20th of Aprilis, 11831 ~ The presence of death had been Doctor Hervé’s explanation for sanguiosi’s awakening. Vampires of Italaviana were closely tied to spirits of death, even if they interacted with them in a way that was different than if one were Clandestinian. Pierre had a large map of Clandestina before him... Continue Reading →

~ (Continued) Siwenday, 19th of Aprilis, 11831 ~ Pierre made his way to the personal dungeons of the Duc de Piques. As a child he had been frightened of the area, so rarely did anyone step foot in that part of the château that it seemed cursed, and rumors amid children only fueled those flames.... Continue Reading →

~ (Continued) Siwenday, 19th of Aprilis, 11831 ~ Pierre would not let her out of bed. And not, as she desired in her thoughts, as her husband. Her cough last night had worried him and he ordered her to rest today so that her illness would not resurface. It had been endearing to hear last... Continue Reading →

~ (Continued) Hexday, 18th of Aprilis, 11831 ~ Those that had been chosen to have their fortunes told reunited with those that had stayed behind. Most of the group chatted amongst themselves, seemingly knowing each other or at least being in similar social circles. Pierre and Lizzy came out last and could not get to... Continue Reading →