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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Aug 9, 2022 14:51:09 GMT
"Yes, she is quite fond of music, goodness knows I wasted my entire repertoire of lullabies with her when she was smaller." She said, with a slight grin on her face. "In fact, I can begin with one of her favorites." She then proceeded to procure a chair to sit besides the Emperor. Clearing her throat, she tried to remind herself of the lyrics.
"Dorme meu menino a estrela D'alva,
Já a procurei e não a vi;
Se ela não vier de madrugada,
Outra que eu souber será p'ra ti.
Outra que eu souber será p'ra ti."
She then looked at Florin, offering a smile. "Is this one to your liking? I can teach you something more lively too."
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Aug 11, 2022 3:42:18 GMT
The boy shifted slightly, his face directed away from the empress as she sang. The lyrics were easy enough to comprehend. He attempted to pluck a few chords along with the light tune, though he wasn’t entirely sure if they were correct. When she was finished, he clapped his free hand against the one clutching his lyre.
“Oh, neato! I’ll have to learn lots of Magdali music then, for when the princess comes!” He puffed his chest out, clearly thinking himself very chivalric. A snort from Ethlynn made him wilt, suddenly very interested in the grass beneath his feet.
She rolled her eyes as she chuckled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Florin. I’m sure the princess would find Divinian music perfectly adequate. Tastes change as you grow older. And I’m sure you’ll have little time for serenading when you come of age.”
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Aug 28, 2022 18:47:28 GMT
"Oh don't worry, Grandma's just having a little fun. Besides, we have a saying in the Isles, 'Knowledge does not take space.' It's always good to learn about the others, and expand your horizons. We can stay here for a little while longer, if you want." She said, trying to make light of the old woman's shutdown.
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Aug 30, 2022 6:33:11 GMT
“And a bitter truth is better than the sweetest lies. A Divinian saying.” She held back a fit of coughs, staring flatly as the younger woman. Everyone was so quick to offer their input on Florin’s upbringing. Her ministers, her son in law, even foreign monarchs it seems. As far as she saw it, they all wished the same thing. To mold him in their own image. But she knew too well how quickly that supportive mindset would drain away if the boy could not hold onto his realm.
“Knowledge is never wasted, it’s true”, she conceded, “But you must still prioritize your time Princeling. Before you know it, you’ll be crowned properly, and I won’t be around to…”. She stopped. “Well I won’t be around forever. And I’m sure even the Empress Isabel must concede that she would like to see you grow into a well rounded young man. I doubt she’d be inclined to hand her precious girl off to a poet.”
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