Brdd
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Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
It seems you have shared a fictional letter, almost a piece reminiscent of medieval times, written by a character named Ovlen Royal. In this letter, he is penning his final wishes regarding the care of his young son Everson in the event of his own passing or serious illness. He is entrusting his brother Sender Royal with this responsibility, expressing his trust and confidence in Sender's upbringing and sharing a deep bond with him that dates back to their childhood. Additionally, Ovlen hints at a feud between Sender and another brother, Clivent, and touches upon other family dynamics and relationships.
Here's a brief summary of each section:
1. Ovlen declares his wish for his brother Sender to take care of his son Everson, emphasizing the values he wants imparted to his son, including knighthood and devotion to God.
2. He leaves his Royal sword to be given to Everson upon his knighting, should Ovlen not be present to witness it.
3. Ovlen gives his family the liberty to distribute his remaining belongings as they see fit.
4. He expresses pride in his brother Victor's achievements at the palace guard but cautions him about making mistakes.
5. Ovlen comments on the cessation of conflict between Sender and Clivent, urging Clivent to acknowledge Sender’s attempts to avoid further arguments.
6. He reminisces on a childhood memory of his brother Victory and reminds him of the love he has for him.
7. Lastly, Ovlen urgently requests Sender, also nicknamed Hender, to read his will upon returning home, revealing that he is, in fact, dying and has penned another letter with more to say.
This is a heartfelt testament filled with warmth, family bonds, and the sincerities of a man facing his mortality. It reflects Ovlen's deep concern for his son's future and his trust in his family to honor his wishes and take care of one another.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Make a story out of this
Once upon a time in a kingdom marked by chivalry and grandeur, there resided a nobleman named Ovlen Royal. Known for his valor and kindness, Ovlen was admired throughout the land. He once led a life filled with joy, alongside his beautiful wife, his daughter, and his two sons. But fate had been cruel, and over time his family dwindled, leaving him with only his youngest son, Everson, who was of tender age and pure of heart, though not the sharpest sword in the armory.
With the passage of years and the weight of thoughts heavy on his mind, Ovlen decided to put his quill to parchment, etching his last testament in the event his health turned dire or the shadows of death grew near. His one fervent wish: that his brother Sender, whom he held in the highest esteem, would become the keeper of young Everson's journey. He had immeasurable faith in Sender, confident he would raise Everson to be a knight of virtue, in service to God and the crown.
In his will, Ovlen bequeathed his Royal sword—a relic of his own knighthood—to Everson, to bestow upon him when he came of age and was knighted, whether Ovlen was present to witness it or not. He left the rest of his possessions to the discretion of his family, with the assurance that they would honor his memory.
Ovlen also scribed personal letters to his siblings. He praised his brother Victor, who had ascended the ranks and now stood as a guard at the royal palace. Despite Victor's minor mistakes, Ovlen's pride in his achievements was boundless. He urged Victor to strive forth with honor, avoiding folly where possible.
To his brother Clivent, Ovlen addressed the bitter disputes that once raged between Clivent and Sender. Though Clivent insisted the feuds were over, Ovlen perceived that Sender still took great pains to avoid confrontation—a sign Ovlen knew all too well amid the currents of brotherly love and rivalry. He expressed his relief that peace seemed to have settled upon them and reminded Clivent of the love they had for one another.
For Victory, his youngest brother, he held tender recollections of youthful antics and playful brawls. Their bond was thick with memories, and though Ovlen's strength dwindled, his affection for Victory remained robust as ever.
As time drew a veil over Ovlen's final days, he entrusted a divine appeal to Sender. With the darkness encroaching, he begged Sender to read his will and another letter filled with unspoken sentiments.
In the wake of Ovlen's passing, Lord Sender Royal took young Everson under his wing, raising him as his own son and adhering steadfastly to the wishes of his beloved brother. With the support of the Royal family, Everson grew into a young man of kindness and fortitude, eventually being knighted with his father's sword in a solemn ceremony that united the Royal siblings in remembrance and reverence.
The legacy of Ovlen Royal lived on in each of them—a reminder of their royal bonds, their shared memories, and the enduring power of brotherly love. And as for Everson, he became a beacon of hope and honor in the kingdom, a testament to the virtues instilled in him by his father and Uncle Sender, the silent guardian of a promise made in a time gone by.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. The place have made it to is the same places.our cousins have made it to. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
The
In the year 670, within the stone walls of a foreboding castle wrapped in the embrace of mist-covered hills, Lord Ovlen Royal contemplated the fleeting nature of life. His once-vibrant home, filled with laughter and love from a beloved wife and children, now echoed with a melancholy silence. He had lost much, and only his young son, Everson, remained—a boy of seven winters, whose innocence shone through his guileless eyes, even if he lacked the astuteness typically prized by nobility.
Amidst the weight of looming mortality, Ovlen felt compelled to secure Everson's future. With careful strokes of his quill, he drafted a testament that would serve as a guiding star for his remaining kin. Though Ovlen's legacy was indeed grand, it was his son's well-being that lay closest to his heart.
Enshrining his wishes in ink and parchment, Ovlen beseeched his brother Sender, a man of virtue and wits, to take up the mantle of guardian. This decision held a sense of finality; for Ovlen's faith in Sender was unwavering, rooted in shared memories from their own youthful escapades. Their bond transcended the years, so much so that even the disgraceful quarrels Sender had with their other brother, Clivent, could not tarnish Ovlen's esteem.
In his will, Ovlen spoke not only of Everson's guardianship but also of his hopes for what his son's life should be—a journey toward knighthood, driven by the ideals of love, knowledge, and unwavering service to the Divine. He wished for his Royal sword to one day be granted to Everson when he reached the age of valor and knighthood, a tangible connection to Ovlen if fate were to whisk him away too soon.
Ovlen reached out to his brothers with words steeped in both pride and sadness. Victor, ever the soldier rising through the ranks, had found his stride among palace guards. Despite missteps, Ovlen's joy for Victor's success was boundless, and he urged caution and fortitude for the road ahead.
To Clivent, Ovlen extended an olive branch, acknowledging the dissolved conflicts with Sender, though he counseled both to consider their actions and seek true reconciliation. The well-being of his family was a lamp in the growing dark of Ovlen's life, and he yearned for lasting peace among them.
For Victory, the memories of childhood triumphs lingered sweetly on Ovlen's fading mind. Even as his weary hand faltered, his love for his little brother remained undiminished—a loyal cheerleader from afar, cherishing every success, every namesake victory that graced their family's name.
As the inevitability of his departure drew near, Ovlen pleaded with Sender, the brother he fondly called Hender, to fulfill his last request. Weakness crept into Ovlen's bones, and his once-mighty voice was now but a whisper upon the cool castle drafts. Another letter lay waiting, sealed with the unspoken confessions of a dying man.
Ovlen's final days were spent in quiet reflection, accompanied only by the flickering candlelight and the soft rustling of quill on parchment. When his time came, and the heavens opened to reclaim their lost son, Ovlen's will emerged as a testament to his love, his faith, and his unwavering belief in the honor of his brothers.
And so, the legacy of Ovlen Royal lived on, not in stone or gold, but in the heart of a young boy watched over by his uncle, in the unity of quarreling brothers bonded by shared loss, and in the cherished remembrance enshrined within the walls of a castle that had witnessed the rise and fall of a noble line. Sender, taking the will to heart, bestowed upon Everson every lesson, every echo of laughter, every hallowed secret that brothers share—grooming him into a knight that would make both his father and the entirety of the Royal lineage proud.
Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
In a realm where lineage and honor intertwine like the roots of an ancient oak, Lord Ovlen Royal, scion of a noble house, found himself penning what would be his somber yet resolute testament. His once effervescent world, containing a loving wife and two children, was now dimmed to the solitary companionship of his son Everson—a boy of seven whose intellect may not have been sharp like a knight's blade, but whose spirit burned with the innocence of childhood.
Reveries of mortality and the ebb of time had led Ovlen to inscribe his final wishes in a letter addressed to his beloved brother Sender. The decision, made amidst a tangled thicket of contemplation, was unwavering; Sender would be Everson's guardian, should Ovlen succumb to the shadows. Fond memories of their shared youth cemented Sender in Ovlen's heart, making him the chosen one to imbue young Everson with the wisdom and valor of their lineage.
Despite the discord between Sender and their brother Clivent—disputes unbecoming of nobility which Ovlen likened to their boyhood clashes—Ovlen saw the goodness of his brother's soul beneath the temporary veil of strife. Should Sender decline the charge, Ovlen expressed that Everson should remain under the guardianship of their parents, desiring nothing more than for his son to be raised in a home filled with love and guidance.
The testament named Sender and Everson's godfather as recipients of his deepest trust, envisioning Everson one day wielding Ovlen's Royal sword upon being anointed a knight. His remaining belongings were left to the will of his family, their disposition inconsequential compared to the nurturing of his heir.
Ovlen's affectionate words traveled beyond Sender's ear, landing upon his other brothers—Victor, whose ascent in the palace guard brought him pride despite the occasional folly; Clivent, whose reconciliation with Sender was fraught with complexity, yet comforting in its resolution; and young Victory, the embodiment of triumph, who, at the tender age of fourteen, was to find many more victories in the theater of life.
Ovlen beckoned Sender, endearingly dubbed Hender, to heed his last words as the sands of his life grew sparse. Frail and besieged by the finality of his existence, another letter enjoined Sender, heavy with sentiments left unspoken until now.
In a poignant addendum, Ovlen addressed his cousin Hillmore, fraught with regret and a beckoning for reconciliation. He entrusted a secret to Sender, something of value meant for Hillmore's family, to be revealed only as the last grains fell in Ovlen's hourglass.
The castle, now draped with the solemnity of Ovlen's fate, braced for the inevitable as whispers of the noble's plight scattered like autumn leaves. Each brother, each family member, wove their lamentations and love into a tapestry of remembrance, honoring their patriarch with the promise to uphold his wishes as sacred.
Sender, heart laden with responsibility yet emboldened by Ovlen's unwavering confidence, enveloped Everson in a guardianship both dutiful and tender. Clivent put aside the erstwhile animosity, uniting with his brothers in the preservation of Ovlen's legacy. Victor continued to carve his path with newfound vigilance, while Victory pledged to live up to his name, his battles fought with the proud spirit instilled by his elder brother's faith.
And as for Hillmore, upon receiving the news from his younger sibling, the weight of Ovlen's parting gesture bound him to fulfill the favor—not as payment for past transgressions, but as a homage to the man who, in his final hours, sought to mend what was frayed and magnify what was virtuous within the Royal lineage.
In a quiet chamber, as the sun dipped behind the hills casting a golden hue upon the castle's cold stones, Ovlen Royal embraced his eternal slumber, leaving behind a legacy of righteousness, unity, and a family forever changed by his enduring love.