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Bless you child.
I am Cardinal Thomas Wolsey of the royal court of England. I am Lord Chancellor and Cardinal to her majesty, Queen Azyriella Vesta. I serve God first and then Queen.
People say that I am a ruthless man who is not a true man of God. If I must be ruthless to serve Gods will and my queens than so shall it be.
I will make sure that my Queen gets what she wants and all goes well within her court for without her majesty I am nothing.
Update as of October 16th.The Fall of the House of Vesta
I had witnessed the fall of the House of Vesta, the body of my Queen Azyriella paraded through the streets of London along with her brother Tarquin. Darkness had swept across England and the skies opened up as rain splashed against the decaying bodies. It was as if the heavens were truly angry at the English for what they had done to Queen Azyriella & King Tarquin.
For days I hid within the darkness of an abandoned church. The church that Tarquin & the Minister Frollo use to frequent in their dark hours.I always found it amusing how a man who despised God(King Tarquin) with all his heart and soul still came to a church for comfort and hope in times of sadness. My fingers brushed across the feet of the crumbling statue of the Virgin Mary.I would now wait here until his Holiness,Pope Matthew, would give me orders on what to do..
A part of me wanted to run away from the church all together and live like a man free of the chains of the Catholic church but I knew that without the church, I was nothing.. I was only a simple man.
Days turned into nights and Nights turned into weeks as resided within this dark,damp church.The sounds of bells rang out through the lands and I was certain that a new monarch had been crowned,John Alexander Vesta Atreus. How was it a man who was loved more than anything by his mother,Azyriella, and by his Uncle ,Tarquin could turn against his own blood? It was he who was the fall of the reign of Azyriella. His very own mother and uncles blood was on his hands.
Had the evil that was his father, King Aggamemnon Atreus, come out within him?His father had always been a man who craved bloodand enjoyed the sounds of the dying.Was it that no matter how HARD John Alexander tried to run from his father that his father would ALWAYS be with him for he was of his blood?
As the bells rang out, a man appeared before me handing me a letter with the official Vatican seal on it. My heart pounded as I opened the letter. Where was his holiness to send me this time? I read the letter and was shocked to see that John Alexander had turned his back on England and went back to Italy. When John had realised what he had done to his beloved mother and uncle, he could not rule the lands which so many memories of his childhood was. The Pope had requested that I be sent to Italy to become the High Chancellor of John Alexander 's court and to watch over him and be his spiritual advisor in his hours of darkness.
Could I work for the man who had slaughtered thousands of his OWN English people and his very own mother and uncle?? I stood taking my red robe within my hands and placing it over my aging body. I was a man of God and my soul belonged to that of the Vatican. I would do as his holiness requested and begin my new life in Italy..
