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Letter of Obituary
With a heavy heart the house of Baroque announced that The Most Honourable Lord Frederick Baroque, Marquess of the Northern border and his distinguished wife Lady Eleanor Baroque, Marchioness of the Northern border had passed away. Their funeral will be held at the family private chapel and close to public.
The Honourable Marquess and his wife is survived by a son, Lord Lancelot Baroque, Earl of the Northern border who shall succeed the Marquess title and a daughter, Lady Guinevere Baroque, Countess of the Northern border.
Guinevere read the golden inked parchment in her hand. It was an obituary issued by the house Baroque to their subjects a month ago. At the time of the announcement many mourn the sudden death of the Marquess and Marchioness but after some time people continue with their life.
Guinevere flicked the piece of paper towards the side table, dead people held no importance anymore, meanwhile she had more important celebration in mind. "So how would you like to celebrate your newly acquired title dear brother?" Guinevere stood from the chaise lounge and walked toward her brother who was nursing a glass of wine by the open balcony window. After he received the royal mandate to succeed their father title her brother decide to dress up to his title. Gone was his usual leather vest, replaced by a dark suit made of cashmere trimmed with golden linings. Her brother always looked handsome but Guinevere especially liked the way his new magenta scarf complimented his platinum hair.
Her brother smiled before pulling her into his embrace "How about with a kiss?"
"That, could be arranged of course." Guinevere rest both of her hands on his shoulders tilting her face upward to face him. Without further invitation, Lancelot cupped her chin to claim the kiss he demanded.
His lips tasted just as sweet as the wine he drank.