8th January 2021
The Royal Palace
Dorothea woke up to the familiar sounds of her alarm clock. To most people, this would be the start of a normal morning, and for Dorothea, this would normally start her day. However, today was different. Instead of having a schedule full of meetings with government officials and foreign diplomats and seeing her family, today was left completely blank except for one event. She didn’t have to be there till 10am, and it’s only 6am, but she wanted to be prepared for it. Today was the day she dreaded. She wished she didn’t have to do this until she was older, but here it was.
Her father’s funeral
The thought stung her as she laid in her bed. For the first time in her life, she fully noticed how quiet her room was. The silence stung her. As she sat up in bed, it felt like the world weighed down on her. Dorothea did not want to move nor did she want to get out of bed, but she had to. She had to be there. She had to do this.
It took nearly 30 minutes for her feet to finally touch the ground and shuffle to her bathroom. Her routine remained the same: shower, brush hair, braid, brush teeth, contemplate mortality. Wait no, that last point was not normal for her. She couldn’t help it though. She stood in the bathroom with the steam from her shower. The fogged up mirror blocked her from seeing her full face, but she could still see herself in the mirror. Was this what it meant to leave a mark on history? Would people forget how her father looked? Would people even care 10 years from now? Will she do her people right? What if she faulers?
She left the bathroom and went to her wardrobe where she found a lone dress hanging in there. She did this on purpose yesterday. She had a couple servants help her move all her clothes out of the wardrobe for the day so that she wouldn’t “””forget””” to go. She finished getting ready, and she left her bedroom. She walked down the hallway to the dining room to greet her siblings and her mother. The breakfast was quiet but nice. Words are too difficult when you see the traditional mourning colors. Dorothea stood up from the table
“Excuse me, I need to make sure a couple of things are…”
“Honey, you already did that yesterday.” her mom responded
“I know I did, but I just…”
“Dorothea Rhea Rose Tuvania, you cannot run away from this. You can’t.”
Hearing her full name stung. The servants in the room were also stunned at the usage of her full name.
“Mom. I have a country to run.” Dorothea remarks as she walks to the exit, “I’ll be there by 9:30.”
She walked out of the hallway and down a couple flights of stairs. I’m not running. I’m not. I am a busy woman. I have work to get done. I need to get… Her thoughts are suddenly stopped as she walks into someone infront of her.
“I knew you were going to be here.” the familiar voice said. It was her assistant. She was the one who helped schedule all her meetings and all her events and answered the phone when she was busy.
“Ah, Kat, I uh…I didn’t see you there.”
“I noticed.” Kat responded very pointedly.
“I needed to go into the office…” Dorothea started.
“And we both know that you put me under strict orders to prevent you from doing any work today. All your file cabinets are locked and the key is hidden away. The only thing on your desk right now is your eulogy that you are going to give today and a list of all the people who will be there. Or at least who responded to my inquiry. You, ma’am, need to take the day. It’s hard to lose one’s parent.” Kat responded
“I wasn’t trying to do work…I was trying to hide.” Dorothea remarked.
“I know. You also ordered to tell you that you have exactly 15 minutes to hide in your office. I have a timer. You walk in there and it starts. I will drag you out if I have to.”
Dorothea opens her mouth to say something, but Kat interrupts her, “No, I cannot go on your behalf, but I will be joining you. You’re a friend to me. We’ve been working together for a few years now. If the roles were reversed, you would have the Royal guards drag me out of here and forbid me from being here.”
Dorothea sighs, “15 minutes. And then we leave to be there before everyone else.”
Kat nods and they both enter Dorothea’s office. Kat sits in one of the chairs in front of the desk while Dorothea sits behind the desk where she normally would conduct business. Just as Kat said, there are only two things on her desk: a eulogy and a list of people to expect. Dorothea leaned back in her chair and read the names of everyone who was going to be there.
Linked below is a google doc where you can sign up for the funeral. I will be keeping the sheet open for about a week, and then I’ll start doing the full roleplay. ONLY THE PEOPLE WHO SIGNED UP ON THE SHEET WILL BE PERMITTED TO RP IN THIS THREAD. this is going to be a more serious toned RP, so I hope that we can all respect that.
LINK: Eldras State Funeral Sign Up - Google Docs