[center][h1]Filiberta-Marie of House Marietta[/h1][/center]

	"How absolutely dreadful," Filiberta muttered to herself as the speeches came to an end, "the royal family seems livelier than everyone here."  She had spent the entire funeral within the middle of the crowd, certainly far from the viscounts and peasants in the back but still somewhat distant from the great houses at the front.  She was surrounded by other dukes and duchesses of the realm, many of which held realms larger than Inge, but everyone knew that Inge had the right to sit amongst these wealthy nobles.  

	She entered the chapel within a darker version of her usual attire.  She wore a fur hat to cover her head, with a veil descending from it.  On her shoulders was a broad and black fur cloak which covered her entire body and tumbled down to the floor.  The attire made her form look very wide and strong, and she made sure to walk through the Cathedral with a dreadful grace.  Even in public mourning she had a guise and a persona to keep up, and no weakness in this façade can be shown.

	During the numerous speeches of the day Filiberta could not help but feel bored, as most of them had no passion or zest to them.  Finally, one speech caught her eye, the proclamations of Anyamara.  As she went up to speak two of Filiberta's handmaidens began to whisper amongst themselves about "the bastard," and Filiberta made note of this.  Throughout the speech Filiberta smiled to herself, finding this performance of oration somewhat livelier than the rest.  She was one of many to applaud Anyamara, and leaned towards her handmaidens to remind them, "be careful who you call a bastard now, my dears."

	The following speech by Sharles was purely a laughingstock for Filiberta, although she kept herself collected.  It was nothing more than a country boy pretending to be nobility, and she took note of this idea, it could serve as excellent entertainment at the next masque she plans.  

	Despite this small political entertainment at the end of the ceremony, Filiberta could not help but feel somewhat sad about the loss of the royals, afterall she had a lot to thank them for.  They ultimately were a part of her House's rise to prominence, and they gave her a degree of protection from her enemies.  With this in mind she stayed seated in the Cathedral for an extra moment, praying a short and silent prayer to herself, keeping one eye open to quickly stop should this sign of empathy be seen.  Luckily, she remained uninterrupted, praying a rather archaic verse that she had been reading about in her research.  

	Finally, she stood and began to meander about the cathedral greeting some fellow nobles with an aloofness and eyeing up the ones she found notable.  Although she would have liked to stay longer, she came to realize that the amount of people within the building was certainly building up the internal heat, and her jacket was not helping the temperature.  And she knew that she mustn't take off her jacket; after all, the women of House Marietta had a history of vitality, and nothing must break that image. 

	Exiting the Cathedral, she made note of three key figures that she spotted.  Two of them were the Müller-Hohensteins - her lieges - and the other was Anyamara.  She walked out of the Cathedral at a quick pace, with handmaidens by her side.  She spoke to them, "Remind me to arrange a meeting with our liege and his daughter, I do believe I have business with them both," she looked at his crippled frame walking through the Cathedral and smiled, "perhaps I'll make it a dance for the nobility of the Stormlands.  And remind me of that Anymara girl, I think that some research into her would be prudent of me."  She exited the building, her handmaidens gossiped amongst themselves, and she spoke one more time, "and would one of you please find a library while we are staying here, anything royal or relating to the clergy will do, I might as well get something down in this godforsaken place."

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	Filiberta-Marie found the funeral dull, although the words of Anyamara caught her eye.  She wants to learn more of this rising star, and she found Sharles to be a laughingstock.  Filiberta-Maire did feel some sorrow for the royals though and felt some concern now that she is without them.  She also has determined that she will have to speak to Karl and Michaela at some point, as there is much business to be done in these times.
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