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“I feel many people do not understand the importance of their family. It is a forgivable flaw, and a common trait of the thinking mind is to ignore what one has, coveting that which one does not possess and pining for that which one has lost. I have since overcome the grief, but in my weakest moments I find myself pining for their guidance. How would Father have negotiated this? Would Mother approve? They are moot points that are dismissed as soon as they are imagined, and yet I still entertain them. I have yet to conclude if this is merely a manifestation of my self-doubt, or if it is born of a desire for a mentor figure to receive validation from.
“My family ruled the duchy of Savrolingia from the city of Trenneburg for tens of generations. It was a trade hub next to a lake which shared its name. My father, Konrad, cared much for his subjects, a flaw which was regrettably nourished by my mother, Heidi. To this day, I balk at the notion that there could exist more compassionate souls than theirs.
“I was the eldest of their offspring and, unfortunately, the most blessed. How my dear brother, Loritz, could have deserved such a cruel fate I will never understand. There were few occasions when his chest was not plagued by an overabundance of phlegm, and each of his meals had to be carefully crafted so that he might digest them. I used to read to him every night; he had a voracious hunger for knowledge. He had a library filled with nothing but books on foreign lands and their fairy tales. He especially loved reading about foreign cultures, and we hired a linguist to instruct him. He would have been a wonderful diplomat.
“The riots started not long after my tenth birthday. Vile agitators infiltrated our peaceful city and poisoned the minds of our subjects with anarchist dogma. They began to march in the streets, mindlessly bleating for powers that they neither understood nor deserved. My father foolishly gave in to the demands of the rabble, expecting them to be sated by this show of good will.
“They were not, and they never would be. They demanded more, and more, and more, ever more power to the masses and less power to the aristocracy. My father finally stood up to them, but it was too late. In his attempts to endear himself to the anarchists, he had debased himself. He had stepped down from his throne and attempted to connect them as a fellow being. He had sacrificed the respect of his subjects and gained nothing but their disdain, a mistake which the odious vermin who brought this memetic plague upon us were quick to capitalize on.
“Trenneburg burned that night. Police stations came under siege as the anarchist rabble blindly rampaged through the streets. I remember being awoken by my father, who urged me to grab my most important effects and to come with him immediately. My mother retrieved Loritz and we were being ushered down the halls and towards the courtyard, where the carriages were waiting.
“That was when I remembered that I had forgotten my favorite doll. I slipped away from my parents and ran back to my room. It was not too far away and I knew where they were going, so I reasoned that they would not even notice I had left them. It took me much longer than I thought to find my dearest Fritzi, but as soon as I found her I returned back down corridor to the courtyard. I could hear the commotion through the walls, and I mused to myself that there was little possibility that our retinue could possibly have been that large.
“I was intercepted by a house guard who ushered me away from the courtyard. I fussed with him as I was so close and needed to rejoin my family, I even tried to order him to release me, though he was stronger and insisted that it was not safe. I was led to the docks instead, given an oversized cloak to wear, and was quietly spirited away onto Lake Trenneburg.
“I never saw my family again. I always wondered what happened to them, and in later years I came to believe that I had been hoodwinked and that my family was looking for me. It brought me comfort on those dark nights that the nightmare my life had become was a grand conspiracy, that I was the one who was believed dead and my parents would eventually discover and rescue me.
“It was not for several more years before I finally had the chance to visit Trenneburg once more in disguise, of course. All of Savrolingia had devolved into violent bickering over ideology, and Trenneburg represented the capital of those who believed in a federated state versus a confederacy of independent city-states. I found that amusing until I remembered what this duchy had once been, and what the pretentious whoresons who played at aristocracy had done to it. Only when I had witnessed the changes, the sublime tapestries of my noble house discarded for pompous rags, and the crudely-drawn graffiti that defiled my ancestral home, did I finally accept what I had hoped was not true.
“Everyone I ever loved, my dear father, my loving mother, my bright Loritz, had all been taken from me, torn apart by the whims of a mindless mob that hungered for power without understanding what it was that they truly wanted. I was the only one left, the last true von Trenneburg.
“I never returned. Nothing remains for me now but vermin and swine. Let this serve as a lesson to all those who think to call themselves ‘liberals’, ‘republicans’, ‘democrats’, or any number of labels that belie the true evil of the ideology they champion. The aristocracy owes nothing to the common people, for it is by our blessed blood that we guide, shape, and lead the ignorant masses. May those who think otherwise present themselves, for I will declare them vermin, swine, dogs, and heretics before I run them through, myself.
“I am Lady Carnelia von Trenneburg, and I am Leviathan!”
I cannot say enough how much I love how this turned out! I wrote the monologue first, and then
ran away with the inspiration. She added so much symbolism that I picked up on right away: the torn tapestry, the shattered busts, the rapier by Carnelia's side...this is nothing short of perfect!
Carnelia von Trenneburg is owned by me
“My family ruled the duchy of Savrolingia from the city of Trenneburg for tens of generations. It was a trade hub next to a lake which shared its name. My father, Konrad, cared much for his subjects, a flaw which was regrettably nourished by my mother, Heidi. To this day, I balk at the notion that there could exist more compassionate souls than theirs.
“I was the eldest of their offspring and, unfortunately, the most blessed. How my dear brother, Loritz, could have deserved such a cruel fate I will never understand. There were few occasions when his chest was not plagued by an overabundance of phlegm, and each of his meals had to be carefully crafted so that he might digest them. I used to read to him every night; he had a voracious hunger for knowledge. He had a library filled with nothing but books on foreign lands and their fairy tales. He especially loved reading about foreign cultures, and we hired a linguist to instruct him. He would have been a wonderful diplomat.
“The riots started not long after my tenth birthday. Vile agitators infiltrated our peaceful city and poisoned the minds of our subjects with anarchist dogma. They began to march in the streets, mindlessly bleating for powers that they neither understood nor deserved. My father foolishly gave in to the demands of the rabble, expecting them to be sated by this show of good will.
“They were not, and they never would be. They demanded more, and more, and more, ever more power to the masses and less power to the aristocracy. My father finally stood up to them, but it was too late. In his attempts to endear himself to the anarchists, he had debased himself. He had stepped down from his throne and attempted to connect them as a fellow being. He had sacrificed the respect of his subjects and gained nothing but their disdain, a mistake which the odious vermin who brought this memetic plague upon us were quick to capitalize on.
“Trenneburg burned that night. Police stations came under siege as the anarchist rabble blindly rampaged through the streets. I remember being awoken by my father, who urged me to grab my most important effects and to come with him immediately. My mother retrieved Loritz and we were being ushered down the halls and towards the courtyard, where the carriages were waiting.
“That was when I remembered that I had forgotten my favorite doll. I slipped away from my parents and ran back to my room. It was not too far away and I knew where they were going, so I reasoned that they would not even notice I had left them. It took me much longer than I thought to find my dearest Fritzi, but as soon as I found her I returned back down corridor to the courtyard. I could hear the commotion through the walls, and I mused to myself that there was little possibility that our retinue could possibly have been that large.
“I was intercepted by a house guard who ushered me away from the courtyard. I fussed with him as I was so close and needed to rejoin my family, I even tried to order him to release me, though he was stronger and insisted that it was not safe. I was led to the docks instead, given an oversized cloak to wear, and was quietly spirited away onto Lake Trenneburg.
“I never saw my family again. I always wondered what happened to them, and in later years I came to believe that I had been hoodwinked and that my family was looking for me. It brought me comfort on those dark nights that the nightmare my life had become was a grand conspiracy, that I was the one who was believed dead and my parents would eventually discover and rescue me.
“It was not for several more years before I finally had the chance to visit Trenneburg once more in disguise, of course. All of Savrolingia had devolved into violent bickering over ideology, and Trenneburg represented the capital of those who believed in a federated state versus a confederacy of independent city-states. I found that amusing until I remembered what this duchy had once been, and what the pretentious whoresons who played at aristocracy had done to it. Only when I had witnessed the changes, the sublime tapestries of my noble house discarded for pompous rags, and the crudely-drawn graffiti that defiled my ancestral home, did I finally accept what I had hoped was not true.
“Everyone I ever loved, my dear father, my loving mother, my bright Loritz, had all been taken from me, torn apart by the whims of a mindless mob that hungered for power without understanding what it was that they truly wanted. I was the only one left, the last true von Trenneburg.
“I never returned. Nothing remains for me now but vermin and swine. Let this serve as a lesson to all those who think to call themselves ‘liberals’, ‘republicans’, ‘democrats’, or any number of labels that belie the true evil of the ideology they champion. The aristocracy owes nothing to the common people, for it is by our blessed blood that we guide, shape, and lead the ignorant masses. May those who think otherwise present themselves, for I will declare them vermin, swine, dogs, and heretics before I run them through, myself.
“I am Lady Carnelia von Trenneburg, and I am Leviathan!”
I cannot say enough how much I love how this turned out! I wrote the monologue first, and then
ran away with the inspiration. She added so much symbolism that I picked up on right away: the torn tapestry, the shattered busts, the rapier by Carnelia's side...this is nothing short of perfect!Carnelia von Trenneburg is owned by me
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 960 x 1280px
File Size 179.5 kB
Listed in Folders
Nice fairytale, your ladyship. But it's time to face reality: we live in a world where representative government works, where strongman dictators and bloated aristocracies fail. Why do you think all those ideologies are in the dustbin of history or relegated to powerless ceremony? Why do you think dictatorships are bywords for failure and corruption? That's right: they don't work.
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