Tales from the odd side

Rosalie arrived to the keep, a baby on her arms and eye red from crying the whole way from Orlais. To say goodbye to people that she had met now for years had been heart wrenching: Lucien, Maeve and Vincent had became part of her family and now she was here, knowing that she had lost them forever and carrying with her the only thing that was left from the Beuvois-Valathrian family tree. It was too that the baby still had Lia, and Rosalie appreciated the woman but the ones she had more contact with were the ones that had perished.

When she saw Madeline she went towards her, a somber expression on her face and bags under her eyes “Orlais has fallen, I guess that you are informed by now” she said, her voice trembling. She was not actively crying right now but her throat was still sore from sobbing. “I can repay the kindness of taking me in West Hill by working as a doctor but I need a place to stay with the baby; he is the son of my sister in law and her husband and they…” they died, like Vincent had and now little Lucien depended on her. She was not going to let the Beauvais down, neither Vincent.

“I guess that you can imagine what happened to them. Vincent is gone too” she added, tears starting to flow down her cheeks again. The baby was sleeping peacefully, not knowing how much her newfound mother was suffering.