Post by Ursula von Brandt on Mar 20, 2021 6:34:09 GMT
THE DAY AFTER THAT YESTERDAY
Sir Magnus Elizabello Glaurung and Lady Ursula von Brandt
A Flashback, a decade or so ago
Hyrule City, The Estate of the Ursula von Brandt
The dour Von Brandt Manor was abuzz ever since their lady, Ursula von Brandt, returned from her visit to Hyrule Castle. She had been granted the high honor and opportunity to tutor the young princess how to properly control her powers, yet such a thing would require that Ursula prepare all her material for their meeting.
Before today, she was a mere professor of the art of Demise, and now, she was on her way to becoming the royal tutor.
Attending to the professor was her right hand maid, the young Janette Boucher. She chased after her mistress with a hastened step into the woman’s study, located on the second floor of the manor.
“Milady, you’ve been moving non-stop ever since you’ve come back from the castle!” Janette stated breathlessly, “You need to rest! You’ve hardly eaten the past three days and should not be on your feet!”
Her words were unheeded as the professor compiled a number of books from the shelf.
“Very well, milady. Will you see the knights that served under our Knight Captain Johannes?”
The mention of her late husband caused Ursula to stop in her tracks, and she turned toward the maid with a pile of books in her arms. Clearly her face was gaunt, and her eyes were dark and sunken.
“... The... knights?”
“Yes, milady. They desire to pay homage to you.” The maiden glanced at the grandfather clock against the wall, “They will be here in thirty minutes. The staff have been preparing for their arrival.”
In that instant, the books in the woman’s arms fell and thumped upon the ground into a heap.
“... Ah.”
The maid smiled graciously, “We’ll be receiving them in the garden. Please rest for a while before they arrive.”
To think that there were still those who remained in her husband’s unit... she was under the impression that they had all perished with him.
No, that’s an unfair assumption, especially to those who were blessed with survivors.
“Very well.”
One would think that a jolly man such as the late Knight Captain Johannes would have a brighter house that fit him, but at least the backyard reflected him. There was a wide lawn of green, split apart by a stone path that lead from a filigree archway gate to a smooth-stone patio with a shadowy gazebo. On the green was a fair-sized sundial, surrounded by a patch of lilies. Bushes in full floral flourish lined the black iron gates of the property, broken up only by a steel gate, with a staircase that lead down into the alley.
Ursula was seated on an ornate patio chair, her eyes fixated on the metal gate where the knights were expected to enter through. Until now, she hadn’t dared remember the memorial service for her beloved—why, she could hardly remember the faces of the other bereaved she’d seen that day. It was a blur... a blur that was deeply overshadowed by her new responsibilities.
A despondent expression appeared on her face.
The knights will arrive soon. She would soon hear the tromping of their steely boots. Then, up the staircase, the short figure of a man whom she held dear. She would run to him, and stoop down elegantly to kiss his gentle, lion-like face...
Ah, yes, that’s right... she waited for his arrival every evening in this place.
Only... it was morning—no, nearly noon, now.
Ursula bit her lip.
This was going to be difficult.