#briar harper

[vulpossims]

"Okay so it's been a week, you've moaped enough, I need my bestie back to herself please," Briar complained as she waked up to Reyna. Reyna thought to herself that maybe all her cousins were assholes, why did they all think they could put a time limit on her sadness?

"Go out on some dates, meet cute girls, get over it in a fun way okay?" Briar smiled mischievously.

"Briar, I don't know if I want to deal with it right now," Reyna began.

"Okay look, there's a really cute girl that is def your type that I may have said I'd give her your number. Just go hang out with her and see what happens?" Briar grinned as she sent the girls number to Reyna.

"What the heck why aren't you looking for dates for yourself?" Reyna hissed, but saved the number anyway.

"There's something in the works for me, so don't worry about it. Besides, you like the cutesy girls, I like the more, well, how would you put it, scary girls? Yeah, those ones," Briar rambled on.

[heykaya]

Named NPC Stalk Encounters

Extracted from the game’s code (17th October 2024)

Avery, Bailey, Briar, Eden, Harper, Kylar, Leighton, Morgan, and Whitney.

(Bullet point = one of these lines will be said at random)

<== Player is accosted after failing to run, hide or confront ==>

Avery:

“That's enough, brat.”

“When I say come, you come.”

“Who do you think you are, wasting my time?”

“Making me run all over town for you," he spits. "You've earned this."

Bailey:

“Time to pay up.”

“I’m done playing games with you.”

“Thanks for wasting my time," he sneers. "Now hold still.”

“You're almost more trouble than you're worth." He smiles. "Almost.”

Briar:

“Let me show you who's boss around here.”

“One way or another, you're paying me back.”

“There (he/she*) is. The little thorn in my side.”

“No one pisses me off. You're about to find out why.”

*player’s gender.

Eden:

(If player has Stockholm Syndrome: Eden)

“Time to go home.”

“Quiet. I've got you.”

“I knew I'd get you back.”

“Thought you could run away?”

(Without Stockholm Syndrome)

“Don't struggle.”

“No more running.”

“I’ve got you now.”

“I always get my prey.”

Harper:

(If player has the full cow transformation)

“Remy's waiting.”

“We've missed you.”

“Let's get you home.”

“You'll be at peace again.”

(Without cow transformation) 

“Shh. Just relax.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“You're too tense,” he whispers. “It’s unhealthy.”

Kylar:

“D-don't worry! It's just me!”

“I won't let you get away,” he whispers. "Ever.”

“Looking for me?” he giggles. “I’m right here, silly!”

“I-I couldn't help myself.” He licks his lips. “I need you.”

Leighton:

“Time for your discipline.”

"Good girls obey their superiors."

"Best keep quiet," he whispers. "If you know what's good for you."

"You should be honoured," he whispers. "Most girls are beneath my notice."

Morgan:

“Charlene!”

"There you are, you little sneak!"

"I've found you," he whispers. "At last."

"Don't worry, darling," he coos. "I'm here, now."

Whitney:

“Guess who?"

"Surprise, slut."

"Thought you were safe? Guess again."

"My favourite bitch, all by herself." He grins. "Lucky me."

<== Player successfully uses the “Confront” action ==>

Avery:

(High Rage Avery)

He looks you up and down, then rolls his eyes. "I've no time to waste on you."

He narrows his eyes before turning away with a scoff. "Not worth the effort."

He stops, fixing you with a glare. "I'm a busy. Lucky for you, I have places to be."

He walks on. You feel tense.

(Else: If Avery not angry)

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Is that your idea of a proper greeting?" He laughs as he walks on.

He stops and stares at you, brow furrowed. He brushes past you without a word.

He crosses his arms and holds up his phone. "Do you mind?" He walks on, trying to pick up his conversation.

You feel a little silly.

Bailey:

He doesn't break eye contact as he passes, but ultimately leaves you alone.

He stops in front of you, stares in silence, then continues on his way.

He stands in front of you and raises his phone. You hear a click. He leaves without a word.

You let out a shaky breath as he walks on.

Briar:

He smirks, eyes you up and down, then walks right past you.

He bursts out laughing. "You? That's rich."

He lets out a sharp bark of laughter. "Cute. Now get out of my way.”

He peers at you over his shoulder as he walks on. You feel tense.

Harper:

He stops. His polite smile doesn't falter.

“Lashing out at innocent passersby is a sure sign of stress, you know."

"For some people, anger is just a cry for help. Please, be well."

"You look troubled. Don't be afraid to ask for help."

He walks on. You feel tense.

Eden:

(If in the forest)

He stares for a moment, then silently slinks between the trees

(If in the Moor)

He stares for a moment, then silently slinks into the fog.

(If located elsewhere)

He stares for a moment, then silently slinks into an alley.

You let out a shaky breath.

Kylar:

He mutters something under his breath. You can't make it out. He scurries past you.

He tenses as you turn around, barely managing an awkward smile and a wave before hurrying past you.

He freezes up, before bolting in the opposite direction. You're left bewildered.

Leighton:

He tuts. "How uncouth. If I weren't so busy, I'd discipline you myself."

He raises an eyebrow, then turns away. "I'll overlook that remark."

He looks down at you with contempt, muttering under his breath. "Disrespectful brats."

He walks on. You feel a little silly.

Morgan:

He stops in his tracks and gasps. "You're right! I forgot the scones!" He runs off in the opposite direction, leaving you bewildered.

He stumbles past you as if you weren't there. You watch him leave, babbling to himself all the while.

He smiles and waves as he walks past you. You feel silly, and more than a little confused.

Whitney:

He shoves past you, almost knocking you over. You dust yourself off, thankful nothing worse became of it.

He throws his hands up, smiling innocently. "Just admiring the view from back here." He smacks your bottom as he walks on.

Just as he draws near, he jumps at you with a loud "Boo!" You flinch on instinct. "Wuss," he laughs as he leaves you behind.

<== NPC walks by due to lack of boldness ==>

Avery:

Avery chats on his phone as he passes. He ignores you.

Avery peers at you from the corner of his eye as he passes. He leaves you alone.

Avery walks by. He doesn't glance at you.

Bailey:

Bailey walks by, too busy on the phone to acknowledge you.

Bailey peers at you from the corner of his eye as he passes. He leaves you alone.

Bailey thumps his shoulder against yours as he passes. He doesn't look up.

You let out a shaky breath.

Briar:

Briar winks over his shoulder as he walks on by.

Briar stops, stares at you over his shoulder, then continues on his way.

Briar walks by. He doesn't so much as glance at you.

Eden:

Suddenly seized by primal fear, you turn around. You're alone.

Eden stomps past you, almost shoving you to the ground in his haste.

You hear movement behind you. You turn to catch a glimpse of Eden/a large figure disappearing between the trees/into the fog/into an alley*.

*(Depending on location: Forest, Moor, elsewhere)

Harper:

Harper jots notes in a journal as he passes. He ignores you.

Harper peers at you from the corner of his eye as he passes. He leaves you alone.

Harper walks by. He doesn't glance at you.

Kylar:

Kylar walks right by you, his gaze fixed to the floor.

You feel a tug on your arm from behind. When you turn, nobody's there.

Kylar passes without looking up, leaving you alone.

Leighton:

Leighton leers as he passes, but otherwise leaves you alone.

Leighton gives you a passing nod. He continues on his way.

Leighton walks by, too busy tinkering with his watch to notice you.

Morgan:

Morgan cheerfully hums as he passes, all but ignoring you.

Morgan stumbles past you as if you weren't there.

You hear a gasp behind you. You turn in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of Morgan/a figure scurrying away.

Whitney:

Whitney flicks a cigarette butt over his shoulder as he passes. It bounces off your cheek.

Whitney smacks your bottom as he passes. He flashes a smug smirk over his shoulder.

Whitney smacks your bottom as he passes. Hes gone before you can get a good look at him.

Whitney picks at his nails as he passes. Hes too engrossed to notice you.

Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost

[bleedingward]

harper with puppy slippers is so important to me.

[shokujin-art]

So... I started a side run with a new PC to add a top / defiant to the family ✨

Barely 40 days in, beating whitney's ass to save him from dismissal and kicked away 3 people at the same time to save Robin. I can sense Lyra judging him from her save slots 😂

[angrelysimpping]

Soul Mate AU

Soulmarks: tattoo like in appearance, soul marks form on all involved parties when the youngest member reaches their age of majority. Touching someone's soulmark without their consent is considered incredibly taboo and violating. Touching someone’s soulmark when baring the matching mark is supposed to be incredibly pleasurable for all parties involved, more so if it is the two marks that are touching.

ref link, tho I'm gonna put the same soulmark descriptions under each character anyway 

Contents: DoL relationships; Avery's anger issues; public stuff; doctor/patiant, mildly; talk of cutting (Kylar's section); teacher/student, mildly; farm fuckery (aka, Remy's whole fucking section); cat Bailey AU; FUCT Robin AU; Yandere Avery AU; Eldritch PC AU

Words: 2608

Alex

(93)

Geometric shapes. Bold, dark lines. Elbow to shoulder on their right arm. 

Loves touching your soulmark. Loves you touching their soulmark. Loves all of it.

Higher dominance Alex is likely to brush their hand down your soul mark whenever they have the chance. Even if it might be considered “rude” to do so in front of others. 

Lower dominance waits for more private moments. A teasing stroke over your mark while shielded from prying eyes, shivering if you return the favor and ghost a hand over their mark. 

Loves cuddling in the morning, pressed against each other, absentmindedly tracing the lines of your matching marks. 

Avery

(153)

Thin, delicate, lace like lines across their collar bones. Ends in thick, jagged lines going down their sternum 

God, there’s so much pressure on you to act absolutely perfect if you actually want Avery to let you walk around with a matching mark. 

That said, they like touching your mark.

At low anger, they’re tender, tips of their fingers gliding over the marks. 

They may even let you touch their marks, though not often. It’s very rare for Avery to allow it. Something about you touching their marks makes them feel out of sorts, out of control. So, it’s only when they’re drained from work that they indulge in the lazy pleasure of allowing you to take care of them in this way. A hand tucked between their legs and your tongue tracing their marks. 

High rage Avery presses down on your marks hard enough to make your vision blur, pain mixed into the act that would normally bring pleasure. But, you won’t make them do that too often, will you? 

Bailey

(215)

Thin lines that crisscrosses their lower stomach in an intricate pattern and circles around their upper thighs. 

It’s a stupid situation, trying to wrangle one of their brats in their own fucking office, it that’s Bailey’s life: stupid situation after stupid fucking situation.

Except when you headbutt their stomach, shirt having ridden up from the physical activity, and your skin brushes over the marks that had only recently bloomed across their skin, it somehow gets worse. 

What do you mean that the pain they brace themself for never comes? Or, it does, but mostly covered in strange euphoria. 

But, Bailey knows what that means, new anger sparking within them and fueling their ability to pin you down, to tear at your clothes, to expose your mark. 

Your mark that matches Bailey’s.

And they press down on it, thumbs digging into the soft of your thighs as you squirm under them. They hope you feel more pain than pleasure.

They have to keep you, they think. Who knows how you could be used against them if others find out? 

And what are you to them, anyway? Important, one way or another, apparently.

So, fuck you. 

Varey rarely touches your marks after that and forbids you from touching their’s.

Yet, sometimes, you’ll wake up with Bailey’s hands pressed against the mark, palm flat and fingers splayed, dark eyes fixed on that point of contact.

Briar

(108)

One thick line running over the knuckles on their right hand. 

Oh, new lil star walking into Briar’s lovely establishment with marks that match the one that just recently bloomed across their knuckles. How interesting. 

Enjoys taking your hand in theirs, ringed thumb rolling over the mark on your knuckles, watching you shiver at such a simple action. 

Especially likes touching your marks in public and letting others see how it affects you. 

That said, not keen on you doing the same to them. When especially tense, they don't mind the pad of your thumb following the line across the ridges of their knuckles while in their office. Lets their head tilt back, eyes shutting as their muscles relax. 

Black Wolf

(83)

Jagged marks under their left eye

It's actually quite easy to overlook their mark, looking almost like a scar. 

Brushing your thumb over the mark has Black Wolf relaxing, regardless of if they’re the alpha or not.

When they’re the alpha, they’ll climb on top of you, rutting against your thigh as you trace the mark.

When you’re the alpha, they roll over, wanting you to straddle them as your fingers linger.

As for them, they like licking your mark, regardless of how close to your eye it is.

Darryl

(88)

A thick ring around their left pinky

So nervous when they realize they share a mark with you. 

Covers up their own mark and it takes them a while to build up the courage to tell you that you have matching marks.

Very gentle the first time they touch your mark, asking if it’s okay in a voice barely above a whisper, fine tremor running through their hands.

Nervous when you first touch their mark, but doesn’t regret it a bit.

Likes hooking your pinkies together, a cross between holding hands and a pinky promise. 

Doren 

(103)

Looks like the letters of a dead language encircling their right wrist. 

Will not let you touch it in public, and that goes double when at school.

Also won’t touch your mark in public.

Well, they might if it’s to calm you down if you’re having a particularly rough day, though behind the privacy of a closed door or secluded corner.

Very gentle when they touch your mark, brushing over your wrist like it’s something fragile, breakable. 

Only really allows you to touch their mark when at their apartment, though if you’re holding hands then it’s easy to pretend that it’s an accident if you press your marks together and make Doren stumble a little.

Eden

(139)

Thick, almost painful looking lines over their left breast and going up their neck. Stops under their jaw. 

Don’t touch their marks. 

Don’t do it.

Even though you bare their match, their mirror, do not touch Eden’s marks.

At least, not until they trust you.

Even then, you’re risking your ass to touch Eden’s marks.

They like it, though it feels incredibly vulnerable, thus, don’t do it.

You can get away with it during sex, usually. Unless they’re punishing you. Then you’re gonna get slapped. 

Also more likely to get away with touching their marks when they’re falling asleep, little shiver of pleasure running through them as they drift off.

All this said, they’re touching your marks whenever the fuck they want.

Especially loves grabbing you by the chin and rubbing their thumb along the marks under your jaw. Double so if you’ve been acting like a brat. A good reminder that you’re theirs, no matter what. 

Great Hawk

(59)

Small intersecting circles under their right eye.

Please touch their marks.

So proud of their marks now that they’ve come in and they adore you paying any attention to them.

Chirps every time you touch them, all puffed up.

Often nuzzles your marks. Loves brushing against them with their feathers. 

Favorite time to have their marks touched or to touch your marks is when flying together.

Gwylan 

(75)

Very complex markings running down the length of their spine. 

It’s rare for their marks to be visible and is at a loss for words when they find out you wear their match.

Doesn’t really like them touched, to be honest. It’s weirdly intense, with it being along their spine and all. 

Only really likes it if you run a feather light finger down their spine. Not too much pressure, just enough for them to feel it. 

Also not big on touching your marks, either. 

Harper

(102)

Thin, barely noticeable spirals on their tongue.

God they're so fucking ecstatic to touch your mark at all fucking times. 

Every time you see Harper, they wanna check your tongue, rubbing their thumb over the marks. 

You're really lucky they haven't yet found a way to do away with the gloves yet when in the hospital. 

If you're ever in the asylum, they're not wearing gloves.

Would adore you touching their marks if they weren't on their tongue. Makes it kinda hard to remain “professional.”

That said, when they get to kiss you or coach you into kissing them, they nearly cream their pants from your soul marks touching. 

Kylar

(80)

Soft, faded looking lines that weave up their right arm like tendrils. Starts at their wrist, ends at their elbow. 

Touch!

Kylar's!

Marks!

Please!

Touching each others marks calms them down so fast.

Aggravates their jealousy like nothing else if you refuse to let them touch your marks. 

Always gets a soft look in their eyes when touching marks. 

Babbles about it when hysterical, rubbing your marks almost painfully hard. Why are you acting like this when there's proof right here that you are meant for them?

Maybe they should make sure your marks are deeper, more prominent, with their knife…

Leighton 

(109)

Bands around their right knee

They’ll know you’re soulmates long before you do.

And they’re not telling you, either.

Likes the spark of fear in your eyes when their hand first cups your knees, the confusion when pleasure runs up your spine when their thumb brushes the mark. 

Lets you stew, thinking something wrong  with you, like you’re a pervert for feeling pressure when Leighton, someone who isn’t your soulmate, touches your mark.

Would probably let you go on like that for a while, only revealing it as a power play. 

Doesn’t want you just randomly grabbing at their mark, but likes when you place your hand on their mark when giving them head.

Mason

(77)

Looks like gills on either side of their neck. 

Don’t touch their marks.

Don’t touch them at school. 

Don’t look at them.

Don’t acknowledge they’re your soulmate.

Their authority as a teacher is already undermined by their age and now this? One of their students is their soulmate?

Please say this is a bad joke. 

But, at the pond, when they’ve gotten to know you, maybe. 

Lets their eyes close as your fingers brush over them.

Hesitant on touching your marks but will if you insist. 

Remy

(161)

Small, dark spots behind their left ear. Some might say it's a cow print pattern. 

Fuck you.

They’ll never notice it if you drop into the riding school. Nor if you’re just Alex’s silly little partner.

No, the only way Remy finds you’re soulmate is during new cattle intake. 

And they’re pissed.

They’re always wearing their gloves, so at least you don’t react when they find it.

They’ll keep you in the dark about your matching marks. 

And then they keep you isolated until they figure out what the fuck to do with you.

Obedient cattle will find out eventually when they tug their gloves off, cupping your face and letting their thumb brush over your marks while you eat an apple out of their other hand.

Disobedient cattle find out when Remy has finally had it with you, ripping off their gloves and pressing their thumb against your marks so hard that it's more pain than pleasure, making your knees buckle and your will to fight flicker. 

Regardless, they won’t let you touch their marks. 

Robin

(85)

Thin, soft, intricate swirls in the middle of their chest. 

IT’S THEIR FAVORITE THING.

It’s so comforting, their best friend sharing their soulmark.

Huge boost of confidence anytime one of you touches the others marks.

Very flustered the first time due to the placement but gets more comfortable with it as time goes on.

Not big on touching soulmarks in public but only because of the placement. 

Low confidence Robin might be persuaded to touch soulmarks in semi public areas.

High confidence Robin might try to persuade you to touch soulmarks in semi public areas. 

Sydney 

(98)

Two thin lines starting at their shoulder blades and ending at their hips. 

Even though soulmarks are considered a divine symbol of love between partners, Sydney is hesitant to touch yours or let you touch theirs.

The higher their purity, the more likely they are to wait until you two are bound by the temple before touching soulmarks.

The more corrupt they become, the more likely it is that you can coax Sydney into taking off their shirt and letting you trace the marks on their back.

At their most corrupt, Sydney will slip their hand up the back of your shirt in somewhat public places to stroke over your marks. 

Whitney

(126)

Fluid, swirling lines on the inside of their right thigh. 

I hope you like wearing skirts ‘cause Whitney wants you in one at all times so they can hike it up and grab at your marks. 

And they will do that wherever they feel like.

At low dominance, they’ll stop if you tell them to at least?

Also, if you don’t wear a skirt, they’ll try to get their hands down your pants whenever they feel like messing with you and your marks.

And hey, Whitney is your soulmate. Shouldn’t you want to do shit that’ll make ‘em happy?

That’s what they’ll say, anyway.

As for touching their marks, they’ll only let you when alone. 

Even at low dominance, they’ll try to smack your hands away if you try to touch their marks when out public. 

Wren

(89)

Small swirls on their left ankle. Easily mistaken for an actual tattoo instead of a soul mark. 

Likely to kick off their shoes and press their foot against your mark under the table while playing blackjack as a way to distract you.

Gets flustered if you do it back to them, but tries to hide it behind wide smiles and low laughs.

Does sometimes daydream about having you laying under them, holding your foot, thumb brushing over your marks before dragging your leg over their shoulder and ducking down to give you head.

But, as your relationship is, it’s limited to playing footsie during card games.

BONUS

Cat Bailey

(83)

A bit better about touching marks but still isn't big on it.

Purrs every time you brush against their marks but don't ever mention that you noticed. 

It's really when they go into heat/rut that things change. They're more likely to grab at your marks, to press you against their's. 

Don't ever mention how sometimes you'll wake up to find Bailey resting with their cheek against the marks on your stomach, eyes closed, purr rumbling in their chest and tail flicking lazily. 

Fuct Robin

(68)

Less into soul mark touching, really.

Sure, they still like it, but it makes them feel out of sorts, like they’re still the fresh 18 year old in a cramped orphanage room fumbling around with their partner they were when you first got your matching marks. 

Though, they’re much more touchy with your marks. Likes sleeping with a hand pressed to the marks on your chest. Stops nightmares.

Yandere Avery

(89)

Hope you don't get cold easily because Avery isn't allowing you to wear anything that covers your marks when you're home. 

Out and about, they make you cover up more, but any passerby can tell your marks match. What, you didn't think you were leaving the house without them, did you?

Touchs your marks all the time: right when they wake up, when they first get home after work, before falling asleep. All. The. Time. 

Also more likely to touch your marks out in public, but only very rarely. 

Eldritch PC

(71)

The soul marks have added tentacle motifs now, lol.

More intense for when your partner touches you.

Doesn’t mind the intensity: 

Alex

Darryl

Doren

Eden

Great Hawk

Leighton

Robin

Pure Sydney

Cat Bailey

Yandere Avery

Less likely to touch because of the intensity:

Avery

Bailey

Briar

Black Wolf

Gwylan

Mason

Remy

Whitney

Fuct Robin

Likes the intensity: 

Harper

Kylar

Corrupt Sydney

Whitney

Wren

Black Wolf

Great Hawk

Fuct Robin

Yandere Avery

[iianx-0]

Class say Thank you Vrel for all these wonderful answers

[queenyuriiii]

I FINISHED THEM. I DID IT. WOOHOO (crying)

edit: putting myself back in the trenches, more extreme though since i'm making character sheets LMAOAOA

design notes:

Yaira: nothing changed

Estrella: dead mom ponytail gone </3 i only did it in the og drawing of her bc its funny

Robin: ROBINNNN. IM SO SORRY I FORGOT THE PUFF BUNS UUEHEHHHHH- anyway, when i was planning out the designs for the other named npcs, i was like "why the hell are there so many gingers" so i made her have blue hair :3 to match with her confidence stat :3 also gave her yellow/orange eyes instead of green bc there were also a lot of green eyed npcs

Sydney: SKUNK HAIR. I DUNNO HOW I FORGOT ABOUT THAT YUMMY DYE STYLE. SYDNEY IM SORRY. i completely forgot i wanted to still have her natural hair (also just made pink bc teehee i like whimsy) to show

Whitney: not much changed besides the hair style. completely forgot i wanted her to be super gyaru OTL. gave her cheek piercings bc they're cute :3

Kylar: i lowkey started to not like how i did her hair originally and then came across all the sketches i made for the LIs and was like FLUFFY KY :3 ofc had to keep the emo bangs :3

Avery: nothing changed LMAOAOA

Great Hawk: FEATHER HAIR. I FORGOT I MADE A SKETCH FOR FEATHER-LIKE HAIR FOR HER. IM MAD AT MYSELF.

Black Wolf: not much changed, just made her hair longer bc why not

Alex: not much changed, just made he hair more of a red red, darkened her skin, altered her bangs, and changed the color of her bandana. still wanted to keep her looking like a cutie patootie

Eden: I ACCIDENTALLY GAVE HER A GIANT FOREHEAD THE FIRST TIME AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO SOBBING. not much changed though, just made her hair darker and have a green tint to it. look im trying to make my designs have lots of whimsy

Quinn: you can tell with Quinn LMAO. i just felt like she needed to have a distinct look since she's a special npc n all :3 classic purple and green color scheme for a shady character

Bailey: i'm gonna be honest, i was originally gonna go with a mean asian mom look for Bailey but then i was like "....what if muscle mommy"

Remy: i wanted her to look like a little shit. that's all

Briar: tried to go for a bit of a Jessica Rabbit and Rarity type aura. i really like her design and she could put me in the underground brothel any day :3 /j

Leighton: just an old hag, nothing special

Harper: wanted to make her look a little inhuman??? i think i got it with how dead her skin looks idk. also wanted her to look like a little shit

Landry: here's where the asian mom look went. i like her and Mickey's dynamic and they both just look like regular people (better for crime)

Sirris: Sydney if she was older. idk what else i should've done lol

River: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 1)

Doren: i wanted her hair to look fluffy as hell

Winter: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 2)

Mason: SEAWEED HAIR. that's all

Charlie: wanted to embody :3c

Darryl: she's very cutie patootie to me so i made her a cute patootie

Sam: wanted her to look like candy kinda. idk :3

Niki: i only made her hair a little longer and no weird two layer thing for the short portion

Zephyr: wanted her to look smug and also kinda cute???? idk, i didn't really have a vision for her

Jordan: also didn't really have a vision for her, but it did want her to gave similar eyes to Quinn

Gwylan: her i did have a vision for :3c she's a cutie patootie, that's all :3

Wren: thought a side shave would make her look cooler

Mickey: hairstyle changed a little. other than that, not much changed

Morgan: still a wet rat

Ivory Wraith: nothing changed (they have special eyes tho)

[maladaptiveobsession]

“Pussy Munching”

Desperate pussy addicts who want to be suffocated:

↳ Black Wolf, Corrupt!Sydney, Darryl, Doren, Eden, Gwylan, Harper, Jordan, Kylar, Leighton, River, Sirris, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Wren, Zephyr

Casual enjoyers:

↳ Alex, Anxious Guard, Avery, Bailey, Briar, Charlie, Great Hawk, Ivory Wraith, Landry, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Morgan, Niki, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Remy, Robin, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Winter

Prefers to receive head:

↳ Alex, Anxious Guard, Avery, Landry, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Morgan, Niki, Relaxed Guard, Remy, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Winter, Zephyr

Prefers to give head:

↳ Charlie, Darryl, Doren, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Jordan, Sirris

Equally enjoys both:

↳ Bailey, Black Wolf, Briar, Eden, Harper, Ivory Wraith, Kylar, Leighton, Quinn, River, Robin, Wren

Minors Do Not Interact; MDNI

[mellowwillowy]

Forever in love with the shady bastards... Primarily Bailey, Remy, and Briar!

Going to the same school as Bailey, Briar, Eden, and Darryl... and meeting the aristocrat-level Remy every now and then. The thought is very yummy~

The perks of being friends with your fellow orphan Bailey was that he was a delinquent who could bend anyone who dare to lay their hands on you most times. He's like Whitney except that you were his soft spot (or perhaps a weak spot). If he couldn't take them all down, he got friends who were willing to help him, Briar and Eden.

Darryl was just a sweet boy you met in the library every now and then. He looked unnerved every day but your presence always soothed him down.

There were times you'd sneak out of the orphanage without Bailey to explore the whole town. Chilling in the park, you met this one attractive older guy, probably in his late 20s to early 30s and before long, the two of you were friends. He would usually just have your arms slung in his and fuck you for the night but there was this ‘aura’ of yours that made him reconsider how he saw you.

Either way, he was content with the random occasional meeting that ended up in the cute cozy cafe across the park. Bailey didn't seem happy whenever you came home with his expensive car but couldn't say anything because Avery did handle your 'rent' either out of good heart or not.

But visiting the park was getting boring for you and before long, you met the rich preppy boy in the horse riding school. Apparently, Avery planned to spend the day with you riding horses and Remy was just coincidentally there to play around, killing his time with horses.

It wasn't anything special when Remy got closer to you, he was just trying to look closer at you considering how pretty your clothes were, alas a bit inconvenient to be worn as a horse rider. Just as he thought about it, the horse tipped you down and your pristine white clothes were soiled. Avery wasn't necessarily skilled but he seemed to know how to take reign of his horse, trying to approach you. But Remy was faster than Avery and it gave him a chance to play savior while all he wanted was to look at your face.

Your face... beautiful.

Avery's voice snapped Remy out of his daze, he barely helped you with anything and apologized immediately.

The day was spent with Remy staring at you while you and Remy rode around. Just before you could leave, Remy made sure to slip a letter for you unknowingly by Avery. Wren whistled playfully as he watched the flustered Remy.

If you ever want to ride these horses again, you are free to come on your own, at no charge.

And ever since then, you'd frequent the horse riding school when you have your free time, getting to know more about Remy and Wren as time goes by. Aside from Avery's financial support, it seemed that Remy had more influence with the orphanage owner, allowing you to live there rent-free. The money from Avery then went to Bailey, helping him pass the week bruise-free. Remy would also make you play with his 'friends', mainly Harper and Niki. Harper was not hiding his feelings for you at all, always trying to please and win your heart even though he knew it was impossible. Niki on the other hand was content to eternalize your beauty with his camera.

Times passed and Eden dropped out, completely gone from the city and roaming within the forest. Years passed. A long time had passed to the point Briar was the brothel owner. Darryl was then the strip club owner, a space way safer than Briar's brothel could ever be. Niki, Harper, and Wren worked with Remy's underground farm, completely fine with how he trafficked humans to turn them into mindless cattle. Avery started to switch companions whenever he got bored or furious over his current one. And Bailey was the same monstrous orphanage caretaker, somehow even worse than the previous ones. Far from how you would ever expect him to be.

Everyone grew older, but you didn't.

No one knew how you died but Eden mumbled something about the city being dangerous. Everyone knew it was dangerous but this was the first time he took action, to leave the cursed city. Bailey knew you were seeing multiple rich guys but it was his first time to meet Remy. He looked devastated unlike what Bailey expected. He thought Remy wouldn't feel anything should you be in danger or perhaps, the unthinkable death.

Remy seemed genuine in his fondness for you, just like Bailey.

"Your family is loaded and shit, why can't they protect them? They can just load their guns and..." Bailey choked, it had been years since he last cried. Even from how much he shook, his fist remained in Remy's shirt collar.

"Your people could have prevented this."

His implication was to have people stalk you. He would never be against it if it meant he could have you avoid this unthinkable fate.

"Your fucking people could have loaded their fucking guns and shot the bastards who did this!"

Another fight almost broke out if not from Briar and Wren separating them two. Remy who had always been smart with his mouth remained silent, pupils shaking from the tears threatening to spill again. He didn't want to speak as he could feel his throat croaking. Briar and Niki tried to calm everyone down, proving to be the only two people who could keep their emotions in check the best.

Harper was already bawling like a baby, trying to use his limited knowledge as a doctor to perhaps bring a miracle for you. Niki would love to eternalize this moment if not for the fear of his camera's clicking noise. The despair and angel simmering once your 'aura' completely dissipated in thin air, it was a delectable scene for him. Like a painter trying to record the moment as their next masterpiece.

Darry was devastated to be one of the last people to notice your passing. Avery was... inscrutable. Or perhaps Bailey just couldn't pay enough attention to anyone else anymore. The two of you promised a future together. Not entirely in a romantic sense like a marriage or any sort of committed relationship; but Bailey didn't mind that. As long as it was a future for him and you.

You.

-

You tried to ease down your heartbeats, you could have sworn you saw blood. Knife. And a brat around your age. Stabbed like a lump of meat ready to be minced as dinner. You swallowed your vomit back as you scurried out of Remy's estate, fearing for your life.

Bailey wasn't lying.

You wished you were running instead of tip-toeing like you were on an iceberg otherwise, you could have avoided bumping into Remy with his silver antlered mask.

"Why are you walking around without your companion?" Remy questioned you as his eyes observed you. Remy kneeled on one knee, his gloved hand holding you by the ankle, "And bare feet too. Tired of dancing and standing? We can have you resting in one of the guest rooms."

You couldn't refuse him, too scared to be the next fowl. This was way different than the fear you had for Whitney and his friends.

"Be my guest, darling." He kissed your foot with a smile. Undeniably clean despite the dusty carpeted floors.

[vulpossims]

"Look at Harvey now, he's going to get in so much trouble," Brooke wishpered.

"It's not even a good prank, he's such a loser," Briar laughed.

"Do you guys think I'm gay?" Reyna blurted.

"Uh, that's not something you usually ask other people on, you gotta decide for yourself," Brooke laughed uncomfortably.

"I mean, I think I am? Girls are nice and all but like I don't want to uh kiss girls? Not that I'm kissing anyone!" Reese blushed.

"That's okay, Reese, I don't wanna kiss girls either, buddy," Brooke giggled.

Reese rolled his eyes, and the other two girls sighed.

"I'm going to go talk to Yuki," Reyna decided.

Yuki was sitting alone reading but also half listening to the other kids conversation. She was terrified but also a little excited, that Reyna wanted to come talk to her.

[heykaya]

Love Interest and NPC - Insecurities

Found through the game's code.

(Checked: 28th September 2024)

Insecurities:

Avery: Strength

Bailey: Strength

Briar: Looks

Charlie: Ethics

Darryl: Ethics

Doren: Ethics

Eden: Looks

Gwylan: Strength

Dr. Harper: Skill

Jordan: Ethics

Kylar: Strength

Landry: Skill

Leighton: Skill

Mason: Ethics

Morgan: Strength

River: Ethics

Robin: Ethics

Sam: Ethics

Sirris: Ethics

Whitney: Looks

Winter: Skill

Black Wolf: Strength

Nikki: Skill

Quinn: Looks

Remy: Looks

Alex: Strength

Great Hawk: Looks

Wren: Ethics

Sydney: Skill

Ivory Wraith: Looks

Zephyr: Skill

Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost

[propertyofwhitney67]

I hope this isn’t against your rules, but I’ve been preoccupied with the idea of PC faking their death to get away and out of town. (Applies to both LIs & NNPCs)

Like imagine accidentally making eye contact with them in a grocery store or smth when they were so sure you were totally 100% dead. The simultaneous feeling of relief and anger, relieved that PC is alive and pissed that PC tricked them into feeling such grief.

Also because I find the idea of accidentally meeting Bailey in a random grocery store and you just sort of have to stare at each other until PC makes a break for it deeply amusing.

But everyone would feel different levels of sadness and anger and I find that fun to explore. Just some food for thought that’s all this rlly was.

This, I like this

I'll do as many nnpcs as I can since there's so many of them and this is going to be a long one

Whitney is relieved but fucking pissed, he did not give you permission to leave. It's really more than that though, you died/left him and he lost himself. He honestly didn't know what to do without you.

Kylar isn't sure if you're real or not bc he's been having this problem where he sees you everywhere. He's gonna try to approach you to see if you are real though, please don't leave him again

Robin had a vague feeling you didn't actually die but he chalked that up to denial, well that is until he saw you alive and well. He's relieved but also hurt.

P!Sydney thinks he's seeing a ghost so he doesn't really go after you. He's confused, scared, and upset

C!Sydney is shocked, relieved, and a bit upset. He is 100% going after you

Alex is confused and thinks he's just hallucinating again

Avery isn't sure what to this. He hates to admit it but he's relieved to see you alive but at the same time you faked your death to leave him.

Eden is in shock, not letting himself feel relieved till you are in his arms. Back to the cabin you go, and there is no leaving this time >:)

Bailey is pissed, you faked your death? If he catches you bet your ass you are paying him big time. He's secretly glad you're alive, he has somewhat of a soft spot for you

Briar is a little confused and only angry if you missed a friday show. He might tell Bailey if there's something good in it for him

Harper is shocked, immediately cooking up a scheme to get you back to the asylum

Mickey is probably the one that helped you pull this all off and he's happy you're doing well

Landry also helped a bit in faking you're death and is happy to see you

Leighton is very fucking confused, aren't you supposed to be dead??

Remy probably doesn't recognize you bc he notoriously can't tell it's you, his prized cow, taking riding lessons

Sirris is confused but relieved you're not actually dead. He has to calm P!Sydney and tell him that you're not a ghost

River is shocked but also happy for you for getting away from this awful town

Winter furrows his brows in confusion but nods his head at you, letting you know your secret is safe with him

Mason is shocked and relieved, probably coming up to you to see if you're alright

[yetiwang2000]

𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼

[princess-geek]

Chapter XI – Love, Tears, and Glory

Book: Desire & Decorum

Series: Unspoken Desires (Modern Desire & Decorum AU)

Summary: Love is full of imperfections, but it never fails. At least, that's the hope we all have.

Characters: Beatrice Foredale (MC|OC), Luke Harper, Ernest Sinclaire; Vincent Foredale; Edmund Marlcaster; Briar Daly, and other OC’s and Choices universe characters … I only own my OC’s.  The mentioned characters belong to Pixelberry. No copyright infringement intended.  

Word Count: +/- 14 319

Rating: General

Notes: 💖English is not my first language. Please, excuse me for any typos /or grammatical errors. There was no beta reader this time.

💖 This is my submission for @choicesficwriterscreations​ ‘Fics of the week’ and ‘July 2025 Monthly Challenge Prompts’  - 07: summer vacation. Thank you, @jerzwriter!

Although it was the English elite who made polo popular, it was the Dowager Countess who turned it into a fever in Edgewater’s lands.

A lifelong fan of the sport of kings (I mean, who doesn't like to see handsome guys riding horses?), Countess Dominique took advantage of her husband's love of horses to bring her old passion into her new home.

And that's how the E.P.W– The Edgewater Polo Weekend – started. Year, yes, year no, national and international polo stars gather in Edgewater on the first weekend of August to play several friendly matches for charity.

Even though the parade of stars attracts many visitors and delights the residents, the locals look forward to the final match between Edgewater and Ledford Park.

The immemorial friendship between the two estates is then forgotten during the time of the match. Each of the two estates teamed up with members of their respective families and staff to represent their colours. The losing estate had to offer the winners a fancy dinner on that Sunday and throw a party for the Moorfield community on the following weekend.

For years, Matthew Sinclaire and Vincent Foredale led their respective teams, providing an exciting spectacle for the audience. Matthew Sinclaire was an exceptionally good player, achieving many victories for Ledford Park. Nothing that would shake the friendship with Vincent. The two best friends soon bury the hatchet.

After the previous E.P.W, they had decided that the following year would be their last year as team leaders. Their children were now old enough to take over the reins, and they could just sit down and enjoy the excitement of the game.

Life's plot twists led to a change of plans. Without Matthew, Vincent felt there was no point in continuing as captain. Maybe a change would bring some luck to the house. Yet he delayed making a final decision until the last moment. After some pressure from Dominique at dinner, Vincent finally revealed his strategy for that year.

“As you already know, I decided to step down from the polo team leadership. It's time for others to shine. Edmund will arrive at short notice, but the morning training will be sufficient. I spoke to Prince Liam, and he agreed to be part of the team this year. He has been playing polo since he was a child, so he will be a great asset to us.”

Harry was so certain that his father's next sentence would be the announcement of him as the new captain of the team that he immediately began his 'thank you speech' before his father had finished speaking. “It'll be an honour, father. I will do everything I can to bring the cup to Edgewater.”

“What do you mean it's going to be Luke?” Henrietta’s shrill indignation drowned out Harry's voice. And made him fall off his pedestal.

“Father, that’s ridiculous! It should be me, or at least Edmund! It's going to be a humiliation! I'm a skilful player! You've said it yourself many times! I can do this!”

Beatrice already knew about her father's decision. Luke was so happy, he couldn't resist telling her. She was so proud of him that she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. Seeing Henrietta and Harry completely freaked out also amused her. Her little joy ignited her brother's anger even more.

“I'm sure your dear daughter had something to do with this absurd decision!” Harry spoke in an accusatory tone.

“It's not my fault that he's a better rider and player than you. Stop blaming me for everything bad that's happened to you!” Beatrice protested.

“Enough, Harry! Calm yourself now! You no longer have five years to throw a tantrum every time you have some frustration. It's time for you to start controlling your temper.” Dominique imposed order.

“Thank you, mother.” Vincent resumed speaking. “You are, without a doubt, a good player, Harry. Although friendly, it is still a competition. A competition we haven't been winning lately. I have to think about what's best for the team. Luke is very experienced. With him as captain, you, Edmund, and Liam can easily knock them off their horse. In addition to my interest in winning, this is a lesson for my two children present here: often, what is best for the family, for the business, to fulfil our duty... whatever it may be... will not always be what we would like it to be. It may require us to sacrifice our personal preferences, our comfort, our feelings... or our pride.”

Harry and Henrietta continued to sulk throughout dinner.

After dinner, the whole house could hear that the discussion had a second act in the bureau. “I don't understand your obsession with this boy, Vincent. Sometimes it seems like you are prouder of him than of your own son! Unless there's anything else I should know about him... After her, I fear anything is possible.”

“I will not give you the pleasure of arguing with you, Henrietta.” The Earl replied calmly. “The rules do not prohibit him from playing. On the contrary, they encourage the inclusion of everyone. Because Edgewater wouldn't be standing if it weren't for people like the Harpers and others who have helped us for so many years. Furthermore, my decisions always had in mind what was best for the family. Sometimes they are convenient for you; sometimes they are not. Too bad. Many of them haven't made me happy, either. Despite what you might think, it’s not just about increasing our chances of winning. I'm going to take this opportunity to teach children a lesson: in life, it doesn't matter how good we are at doing or knowing or how much we deserve something. There will always be the risk of someone surpassing us or taking what we think belongs to us. Frustration, if not tamed, is dangerous and only makes us and those we love unhappy. Adolescence is our last chance to do that.”

“If all this were with her, you would be milder.” Henrietta was quick to accuse.

“You never get tired of arguing, do you?” Vincent frowned

++++++++

“I just wish you could have seen their faces..." Beatrice laughed as she spoke to Luke on the phone, telling him what had happened at dinner. “She's still torturing my father over it.” Entering her room, Beatrice saw Briar curled up on her bed. Sunny was cuddled up to her. I have a situation here, Luke... I'll text you later. Love you.” Beatrice hung up the call. “What happened, Briar? Are you sick? Did Henrietta pick on you?”

Briar didn't say a word, but she started crying profusely. Beatrice laid in bed next to her and held her friend’s hand. After letting her cry for a couple of minutes, Beatrice insisted again, “Did you argue with your mother? Someone hurt you? Please say something, Briar!”

“Edmund...” Briar tried to explain herself between sobs. “He must have found out what happened between Arthur and me... He doesn't answer my calls, doesn't reply to my texts... I am a horrible girlfriend... I am a horrible person!”

“Briar, look at me! First, he has no way of knowing; second, he must be very busy getting things ready to arrive on the weekend; third, that's your guilty conscience talking.”

“If this is true, call him to see if he answers your call or not.” Briar sniffed.

"No, I'm not going to call him. I will not feed your fears. Edmund will arrive in a couple of days, and everything will be sorted out! We already have it all planned out, remember?” Beatrice embraced her.

Briar continued to whine. Sunny licked his face. Briar couldn't help but let out a small smile.

“He might even be my favourite brother. However, no matter what happens, you are my sister forever. I will always be by your side.” Beatrice reassured her friend. “Did I tell you Liam is arriving tomorrow?” Beatrice changed the subject to try to cheer Briar up.

“Luke isn't upset about Liam coming to play?” Briar followed the topic change.

“Luke finally understood that Liam is not a threat to him, at least as far as my heart is concerned. In fact, he was quite pleased that Liam is an experienced player. It seems that the testosterone desire for to win is stronger than any possible little jealousy.”

Briar, although still sniffling, smiled at her friend's observations. Beatrice kissed her head. “There are times when I start to think that guys aren't worth the troubles they cause us, so enough of the boys for now. We have to decide what to wear on the weekend!”

++++++++

Although Prince Liam's presence required strict security measures, it was always an exciting time for the Edgewater’s residents.

His presence, along with the last-minute preparations, made Edmund's arrival almost go unnoticed.

Beatrice almost didn’t see him when they passed each other on the stair

“I expected everyone to ignore me, except you, little button,” Edmund teased.

“Eddie!” Beatrice hugged him so tightly that Edmund nearly lost his balance. “I have missed you so much!”

“Liar! You have been having a lot of fun this summer.” He pretended to pout. 

“Yes, I have, but I missed my favourite brother, anyway!”

“I’ve missed you too.” He kissed her head.

“Have you seen Briar? She's been helping Pavarti all day to finish grandmother's and your mother's clothes ... I'll tell her you've arrived!”

“Don’t!” It was almost a shout. “I mean … I will see her later.” 

Beatrice found his request odd, so she texted Briar to prepare her friend for the reunion.

From the top of the stairs, she saw Ernest heading for the exit.

“Ready to lose, Sinclaire?” She called him from the banister. 

“You are very confident of victory.” He turned around. “However, you are not the only one with aces up your sleeve this year.” As he said this, her father appeared, accompanied by a young man, with a pronounced Scottish accent. Beatrice recognised in him some of Ernest's traits. Nevertheless, the guy looked like he was out of one of those Karen Ranney novel covers: tall, well-built, and with long untameable hair. “May I present to you Mr MacKilligan?” Beatrice detected his teasing tone. “James is my cousin and esteemed member of the Edinburgh Polo Club.”

“Nice to meet you, sir. Welcome to Edgewater.” 

“You have such a lovely daughter, my Lord. My pleasure, my lady.”

Beatrice turned red. No wonder Ernest was in the mood to brag. She was already imagining that wall knocking down the Edgewater boys.

++++++++

In the morning, Beatrice went to the kitchen to look for Briar but only found Pavarti and two maids finishing breakfast.

“Where is Briar?”

"She wasn't feeling well in the morning. I let her sleep in.” Pavarti said.

They had agreed to help with the boys' polo training. Although she was not a fan of horses, Briar would not miss the opportunity to support Edmund. There was something wrong.

Later that morning, Beatrice went to Daly's cottage. When no one answered the door, Beatrice entered through a window. He found Briar lying on the bed, staring into space.

“Briar...Briar?” Beatrice had to call several times.

“Leave me alone... no, stay here... you'd better go away.” Her voice was almost imperceptible, and her speech was incoherent.

Beatrice checked her forehead. That wasn't normal for her. She was almost ice cold. “I'll call your mother...and a doctor. I'll also tell Edmund to come as soon as he can.”

“Don't call anyone, least of all him.”

Beatrice couldn't believe her ears. “What happened, Briar?”

“It’s over, Bea...”

“What do you mean? Did you talk about what happened? Did he dump you?”

“We didn't exactly get to talk about anything.” Briar swallowed her tears. “After you texted me, we went to Henrietta's quarters to deliver clothes. He was there and ignored me, not even a smile, but I thought he was just being discreet as usual. Later in the night, I went to his room... I wanted to surprise him... I took Ladoo. He loves them... I thought a sweet treat might help a difficult conversation. I knocked on the door with our special signal.” Briar could no longer hold back her tears. “He didn't open it... I insisted, and finally he did, but then he…”

“Did he insult you? Hurt you?” Beatrice was very worried about what she was hearing.

“Worse.” Briar sobbed. “Edmund sent me away.”

“Are you sure you understood well? Wouldn’t he just be tired from the trip?” Briar nodded. “Did he say anything else? Did Edmund hint that he knew something? Did he explicitly say he was breaking up with you?”

“I… I barely heard his words. Do you think he met someone in Spain, Bea? I know I have a couple of flaws, but he does have some issues as well…”

“Briar, focus on my question. Try to remember. What did he say?”

“He said something like, 'From now on, for me, you'll just be my sister's friend. It's better this way. Sorry.' Then he closed the door in my face.”

“That is very strange! There must be an explanation for this!” Beatrice thought for some time while Briar cried in her arms. “Until Sunday, I'll try to find out what happened. Until then, try to pull yourself together a little, so your mother doesn't suspect anything.”

At lunch, Beatrice never took her eyes off Edmund. He had a guilty, embarrassed look, barely looking at people. Interestingly, Harry also seemed particularly attentive to Edmund's every gesture.

Unfortunately, Beatrice didn't have time to investigate. After lunch, her father rushed her to get ready to accompany him to the players' reception, along with Henrietta and her grandmother. The Dowager Countess could not hide her enthusiasm. The excited Cordonian teenager inside her nearly jumped out of the demure countess's skin.

The teahouse served an outdoor afternoon tea in the main square.

Biting into random finger sandwiches, Beatrice couldn't stop thinking about Briar and her brother. It wasn't possible that in a couple of summer months his feelings could have changed so much. There was no way anyone could have the power to snatch him away like Briar did.

Beatrice was thinking of different strategies to extract the truth from her brother when she felt a pair of cold hands cover her eyes.

“Are you still not a lady?”

She recognised Bart's voice in her ear. “Not yet, Mr Chambers.” Beatrice laughed. “Are you here for the parties, the players or the horses?”

“I'm here at the invitation of my friend Ernest. I'm playing for the Ledford Park team on Sunday. Don't look at me so sceptically; as an Etonian, I'm obviously a decent polo player. Furthermore, I was a substitute player in the Cambridge University Polo Club. I didn't play many times, but my name is there in the records for posterity. And we have Andrew, the Ledford Park gardener, who only didn't become a professional player because he had a car accident at the time of the recruitment.”

“We'll see about that on Sunday.” She smiled. “I'm surprised your team captain doesn't put you through intensive training. I’m seeing he has several aces up his sleeve this year.”

“First of all, he thinks I'm working out and not here stuffing myself with mini sweets. Second, he is distracted today, catching up with his cousin. Have you met him?”

“Yes. He passed by Edgewater with him. I saw some Scottish relatives at the funeral, but I don't remember this one. To be honest, they all looked the same to me, but with different ages.”

“Let’s say they are the Scottish version of the Hemsworth brothers. James is Ernest’s mother’s nephew and godson. He’s the closest to him, despite what happened.”

“What happened?” Bart aroused Beatrice's curiosity.

"I thought you knew the story... Maybe I shouldn't gossip.”

“Don’t do this to me! You are dying to tell me, Bart!”

“Well, according to the information I got from Mrs Lewis, Ernest's mother was a promising researcher at the University of Glasgow. Your father wanted to attend a conference about Celtic Culture, at which Lydia was one of the speakers, and dragged Mr Sinclaire to Glasgow.  To please his friend, Mr Sinclaire attended the conferences. Despite not being particularly interested in the topic, Mr Sinclaire loved listening to Lydia talk about it. ‘It was as if she made those tribes rise from the ashes of the past.’ Legend says these were his words.”  Bart added some drama to the narrative with his gestures and facial expressions. “At first, Matthew thought Lydia would be a good match for Vincent. Nevertheless, since your father wasn't very good at flirting, Mr Sinclaire thought it was a good idea he approach her first to prepare the ground. However, Cupid had other plans. Matthew was so enchanted with her that he fell in love that night. Ernest's mother was the only girl in a crowd of brothers and cousins, so they were very protective of her. And, as you know, Ernest’s father had a reputation that appeared in all tabloids. So, as you can imagine, he was not an easy courtship. Besides, Lydia's fire wasn't only in her hair.” He pointed his finger at her. “Mark my words, Miss Foredale, they will be important to understand what comes next. She was not a woman to submit to any man's whims, so Lydia demanded Matthew change his rakish behaviour. Which he did, to the astonishment of all who knew him.   Even so, the family was still not thrilled with the relationship. Lydia's grandfather threatened Mr Sinclaire with a rifle once because of it.  They wanted her to choose between them and Mr. Sinclaire. Hurt with their intransigent attitude, Lydia left Scotland and moved to Ledford Park. They considered it a scandal and cut ties with her. Before getting married, she tried to make peace, but without success.”

“I hope there is a reconciliation somewhere in the story.” Beatrice interrupted him.

“Yes, there is. But that's when the plot thickens. Do you think it was all motivated by fraternal feelings? Not exactly, my dear, Beatrice. The world of traditional families is full of skeletons in the closet and guided by interests.”

“Do tell.” Beatrice smiled.

“Lydia's brothers had many debts, and the property where Lydia had grown up was pawned by the bank. When Mr Sinclaire bought it, they changed their mind. That's when Lydia baptised her nephew. James is a couple of years older than Ernest.”

“That’s quite a soap opera. But who am I to speak? My family's plot is also intricate, to say the least.”

“But there are those who say there is still more.  I have never been able to confirm this information, but some say that her family was disappointed when our friend Ernest was born.”

“Why?”

“The Sinclaires had fertility problems, and her family assumed that the godson could become a potential heir...”

“After everything she was through... they had some nerve!” Beatrice was indignant.

“As you may imagine, Mr Sinclaire never forgot how much Lydia suffered from their tantrums. And since her death, there has been an estrangement. Neither Ernest nor his father has been to the castle for years. I confess I was surprised when Ernest invited him.”

Completely oblivious to where he was and what he was doing, Edmund took a place next to them.

“Ready to get your ass kicked on Sunday, Eddie?” Bart teased his friend, but Edmund didn't seem to hear him. “Earth to Edmund Marlcaster?” Nada.

Beatrice signalled to Bart that she wanted to be alone with her brother. Bart grabbed a handful of canapés and walked away.

Beatrice took the mini quiche from her brother's hand to wake him up.

“Hey! There are plenty of those!”

“Good, I have your attention now, Mr Marlcaster. Have you been with Miss Daly since you arrived?”

“No … I haven't had the chance yet.” Edmund looked away.

“Please don't lie to me, Eddie. Something happened. Whatever it was, it can't be worse than Briar lying in bed, sick because of you.”

“Is she sick?” There was genuine concern in his eyes. “That is horrible; I didn't want any of this, but it's better this way. One pain to avoid many.”

“No. I barely had time to sleep; the more I think about someone other than her Please don't get involved in this, Beatrice.”

“I'm not going to see two people I love make the biggest mistake of their lives and sit idly by!”

“Don't insist, Bea. Maybe it wasn't meant to work out anyway.”

Beatrice despaired. “Damn it, Edmund! It was just a kiss between two drunk people; it meant nothing! It's not a case of you doing all this drama and breaking your heart and hers!”

“A kiss? What are you talking about?”

“Shit!” Beatrice covered her mouth in panic.

“What are you talking about, Beatrice?”

“I am so sorry, Eddie, you weren't supposed to find out like this … Briar wanted to tell you in person.” The panic made her start to cry. She was already foreseeing the damage she had caused. Briar would be furious, and her brother... this time things would end badly, and it was all her fault.

Confused, Edmund took her to a quieter place. “You have no idea what she's been through because of this mistake, Edmund. She is so afraid of losing you.”

“Who was the guy? Do I know him?” Edmund was a mix of disappointment and anger.

“That's the least important thing right now. Tell me then, if that wasn't it, why are you doing this to her?”

“Was it the one with some circus artist? Prince Leo was here and seduced her during a motorcycle ride? I know, it was Thomas from the dry cleaners! I noticed how he's been looking at her lately!”

“Edmund, forget your silly male pride for five seconds and tell me what's going on!”

“I… She...They...if we keep this up, Briar and Mrs Daly will be in trouble. Harry blackmailed me.”

“What? How so? Why?”

“Somehow, Harry found out about us. He knows that our mother and grandmother won't like it. My mother wouldn't rest until she got them out of here.”

“Our father would also have a say in this. I don't believe papa would kick them out because of it.”

“Even if our father intervened, you know Mrs Daly. She would rather leave Edgewater.”

“I would like to say no, but yes, there would be a strong possibility of that happening.” Beatrice sighed.

“If Briar stays here, with a clean record, she might have a better future. I heard grandmother several times say that Briar is very talented and is considering paying for her education.”

“I heard her praise Briar, but I didn't know she meant it that way. That's fantastic!”

“Now do you understand my reasons? I don't want to take any risks with her future. She deserves the world.”

“What did you say to Harry?”

“I tried to deny it, but it was no use. After the blackmail itself, Harry added that he was doing me a favour because she isn’t being honest with me. He even hinted that she was with me out of interest. Do you think he was referring to what Briar… to what Briar wanted to tell me?”

“I don't know, but I know that before you made that decision, you should have talked to Briar first. Don't you think she has a say in this? It was a decision to be made together. It’s her feelings and life we are talking about. If you tell her what you told me, maybe you can find a way.”

“It’ll be more painful in the first few days, but over time, she'll forget about us. I'm also going to spend less and less time here. It wouldn't be fair to keep her stuck with me.”

“God give me patience … There's still the audacity to say that women are complicated. Do you love her or not?”

“I do, madly!”

“So, at least, talk to her! She deserves an explanation!”

“It’s not so easy…” Edmund exhaled.

“You guys are so...obtuse!” Beatriz snorted and left her brother alone mulling over the events.

That evening, Beatrice passed by Daly's cottage.

She found Briar curled up in bed. She knew she should tell Briar that she exposed her secret, but she was lacking the courage.  Then she went straight to executing her idea. “I got to talk to Edmund alone today.” Briar didn't react. Despite her slip-up with the secret, Beatrice was determined to end that madness. “After much insistence, he opened up to me. There is an explanation for this. Something happened that made him act like that.” Beatrice needed to convince her, but she didn't want to make the same mistake a second time.

“He met a girl in Spain, didn't he? Bastard!” Briar sniffed.

“No. Edmund remains madly in love with you. But someone got in the way.”

“Let me guess: his mother found him a rich girlfriend, and he couldn't say no? It wouldn't be the first time. She even tried to push Donna Sutton into his arms. Honestly, I should have guessed that one day he wouldn't be able to handle the pressure.” Briar sounded angry.

“It's nothing like that. It's even more convoluted, believe me. However, you'd better hear from him.”

“Even I wanted to… Which I don’t know I do… That is going to be hard with him running away from me.”

“I have an idea to make him take the first step.” Beatrice opened Briar's wardrobe and took out the box of her lehenga. Opening that box always took Beatrice's breath away. It was like opening a treasure chest. Mrs Daly had ordered the exquisite fabric from India. Mother and daughter had sewn it together for special occasions. And the EPW party would be a special occasion. “He won't be able to remain indifferent when he sees you wearing this. In fact, I don't think anyone will.”

“My mother won't let me.”

“Say it was my father who asked you to dress it to please the Indian guests.” Beatrice hoped that a little jealousy would unlock Edmund.

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Saturday morning, Beatrice went very early to the polo field. Her father gave her permission to take behind-the-scenes photos for the family archive.

Paying attention to the people beyond the lenses, Beatrice didn't notice that someone had approached until she felt a pair of hands rest on her shoulders.

“Good morning, Miss Foredale. What a beautiful sight in the morning!” Beatrice almost dropped the camera when she recognised the voice of the creepy Duke Richards.

“What are you doing here so early in the morning, Your Grace?” Beatrice tried to hide her fright.

He smiled widely, with a fake sweetness. Tristan leaned over the fence so he was face to face with her. She could feel his breath touch her skin. “You don’t need to be so formal with me. We're not exactly strangers, you and I.” Meeting his grey eyes, Beatrice noticed a hint of something much darker that sent a shiver down her spine. “To answer your question, I'm here with my players.” Tristan took a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Beatrice wanted to step back, but she felt paralysed.

“Your players?” Her voice trembled slightly.

“I bought a polo team a few months ago.” He explained with vanity.

“I see …Congratulations are in order then.”  Beatrice turned her focus to the weekend's protagonists. She thought her evasive answer would drive him away. Despite Beatrice trying to ignore him, he began pointing at the players, talking about them like a farmer bragging about his cattle. Not only did he not move away, but she felt him getting closer; his hand lowered to her waist. Although uncomfortable, she did not want to be unpleasant. If grandmother knew she was somehow less polite to him, it would be a problem. She faked an unnecessarily loud and inelegant sneeze to get him to back off. It worked. Beatrice soon took advantage of the moment to move away a little more.

“I can see that you are very... passionate about your team, knowing all these technical details about the players.”

“I am, but I have other passions. Some are much more intense.”

Feeling his eyes on her, Beatrice pulled her denim jacket tighter around her body. “I have my share of passion for sports, but it bothers me that the pleasure of the game is often tainted by money. The players are not cattle.”

“And yet, some belonged among them.” Tristan said, seeing some black players passing in front of them.

“Good to hear, because I have found more honour among beasts than among most men I have known. Have a nice day, Your Grace.”

She climbed up into the stands to take some photos from a higher perspective. People were beginning to arrive at the field.  Zooming the lens, Beatrice saw through the magical glass an image that warmed her heart and would remain engraved in her heart: her father, Edmund, Luke and Ernest, all the men she loved, chatting excitedly, oblivious to her gaze. Click!

(Later that morning)

After a quick outfit change, Beatrice rushed back for family photos for the press. Luckily the dress wasn't long, and she pretended not to see the high heel sandals her grandmother had left in the bedroom for her. Since the hairstyle was done in a hurry, it fell apart before she reached the stage. The blush on her cheeks didn't disappear in time for the photo, either.

“What do I do with you, girl?” Dominique sighed and discreetly straightened her loose hair.

“Since our traditional education methods are not working, perhaps we should start using horse training techniques. She already spends so much time among them anyway…” Henrietta groaned.

“Briar didn't do your hair?” Edmund asked, barely above the whisper.

Coincidence or not, they noticed Harry's gaze fixed on them.

“She is still sick.” Beatrice replied dryly.

“I hope it's not contagious, since there are people who don't know how to keep their distance.”  Harry said through gritted teeth, but loud enough for them to hear.

Beatrice pinched her brother's arm hard.

“Ouch! What is your idea?!”

“My idea was to do much worse, which is what you deserve!”

After the press photographs, they headed to the stands reserved for the family. Beatrice could hardly believe it when she saw Richard Tristan join them.

“Who does this guy think he is? He is not on his lands.” Beatrice muttered.

“He considers himself practically royalty.” Her father had heard her. “Your grandmother went ahead and invited him. However, he is not a good influence or company for anyone. Come, sit next to me, my dear.”

From her spot, Beatrice saw Ernest and James weaving through the crowd. However, a couple of minutes later, only Ernest's cousin arrived.

“My cousin apologises for missing the first game. There was a problem with the works back home, and he needed to come back to Ledford Park.” James apologised.

“I hope it is nothing serious.” Vincent smiled, guiding him to the spot next to Harry. He returned to his seat beside her.

“Ernest had just gracefully escaped from the Duke's company. Perhaps we too can think of a graceful excuse to withdraw.” Beatrice whispered. Looking closely, she noticed his worry lines appear on the face.

 “I hope it's just because of him.” Vincent exchanged a few text messages with someone, and his expression softened.

“Is everything alright, papa?”

“Can you keep a secret?” He sighed. Beatrice nodded. “Mrs Lewis and I have been conspiring to get Ernest closer to his Scottish side. It was Mrs Lewis who suggested that Ernest invite him over for the weekend.”

“Why? Weren't they close before?” Beatrice pretended not to know what had happened, hoping that his father would confirm what Bart had said. Unfortunately for her curiosity, her father was more selective in the information he gave.

“Lydia's family initially didn't like the marriage; there were misunderstandings along the way. Mathew had his reasons, but the resentment has always been one of his major defects. He didn't have the right to limit his son's contact with his mother's family. We'll always be here for him, but … We think it would do him good to restore those relationships.”

“So, you were worried because you thought he didn't come to avoid spending more time with his cousin?”

“Yes. Mrs. Lewis confirmed to me that there was indeed a problem at home, something between the workers and the architect. He also said they were talking late last night. I think our plan is working.” Vincent smiled.

The match was about to start. Henrietta's laugh caught her attention. She and the duke seemed to be engrossed in conversation. What could Henrietta have so much to talk to him about?

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Following tradition, Edgewater Gardens was opened to all for the Sunday lunch picnic. Tourists, Moorfield residents and players were spread out across the gardens, enjoying the end of summer.

After much persuasion, Briar got out of bed and went. However, she chose not to have lunch with the Foredale family as usual.

Edmund avoided looking where she was, but his longing betrayed his determination.  Beatrice noticed in Edmund's eyes that it was as if a crack opened in his heart every time their gazes met.

Harry was watching Edmund's movements closely. She could accept the vendetta Harry had with her, but Beatrice couldn't accept that he was upsetting two innocent people. She wanted to shove his face in the pie.

Harry seemed to sense her anger. “Is everything okay, sister?” He asked, making an angelic look.

Beatrice didn't even respond, stuffing a slice of quiche in her mouth.

Beatrice and Luke slipped away for a few minutes to have some alone time.

“Have I told you how dashing you look in that outfit?” Beatrice blushed, toying with the Edgewater emblem on his equipment. “I love to see you in blue and gold.” She felt him uneasy. “Relax, my love. In the end, it's just a game between friends.”

“You know your father and grandmother take this very seriously. If the result is not what they expect …” He was more nervous than she had ever seen him for any competition.

“You are not the only player. If you lose, it will be everyone's fault. Don't put that weight on your shoulders. Even if that happens, no one will think less of you because of it.” Beatrice kissed him. “You can do this. No one beats you on a horse.” She kissed him again.

Luke deepened the kiss, pressing her against his body. Beatrice's fingers ran around his head. Her touch has always relaxed him.

“You will always be my no 1.” She whispered in his ear, alluding to her shirt number.

They heard a discreet throat clearing. It was Earl.

“I know this kind of moral support is important, but can I steal the captain for 5 minutes? I would like to give some final advice to the team.”

“Of course, Papa.” Beatrice blushed.

“In my office in five minutes, please.”

After the Earl turned his back, the couple stole a few more kisses.

As usual, after lunch, the crowd walked down to the field. It was time for the most anticipated game of the weekend.

Beatrice wanted to do a photo shoot with the boys getting ready for the match, but Luke advised against it, fearing it would stress the horses.

Arriving at the field, Beatrice separated from her family, taking Briar with her.  She would sit in the front stands to take pictures of the match.

It was a buzzing atmosphere with the excitement of the crowd, the sound of horses in the distance … it was like Ascot in miniature.

Busy adjusting the camera tripod, Beatrice didn't notice the duke’s sneaky arrival. These unwanted apparitions were getting under her skin. “Such delicate skin shouldn't be exposed to the sun like this.” He took off the Panama hat he had on his head and put it on hers.

“I'm used to the outdoors, but thank you.” Beatrice forced a delicate response.

“I know so. However, your skin is naturally more delicate than your friend's, for example.”  Tristan looked at Briar. “I can't wait to see the photographs.”

“As much as I love photography, the best shot is always in our memory. Don't take your eyes off the match.”

“You can believe I won't take them off. I bet a considerable sum on Edgewater.” Tristan smiled.

“This is wonderful! That's very generous of you!” There was a slight hint of irony in her voice, which confused Duke. “Have you chosen the charity that will receive your contribution?”

Noting that he clearly had no idea what Beatrice was talking about, Briar took the occasion to poke fun at him. “As your highness may know, only 10% of the prize goes to the winners. The remainder is donated to a charity of your choice.”

He tried not to lose his composure. “Of course I know! That's exactly why I made a point of betting such an amount. Actually, I was wondering if you had any suggestions.”

“Most will give to charities for children and the elderly, which is always praiseworthy. However, you could use your position to call attention to other issues. My father has worked recently with ‘Migrant Help’. They help people affected by displacement and exploitation. It's a shame in this country that these people are often overlooked out of pure prejudice, don't you think?” Beatrice teased him.

“It sounds like a noble cause. I will give it a thought.” He forced a smile and walked away.

“This guy is disgusting.” Briar remarked.

“I'm sick of putting up with him this weekend.” Beatrice vented.

“Don't you think this will be your grandmother's scheme? Since her plan with Liam didn't work out …”

“He must be about thirty years old. It could almost be my father. I don't think my grandmother would plan such a thing.”

While they were still talking, Felicity and Donna walked over. Donna quickened her pace to meet Briar and Beatrice.

“This is so exciting! I can't wait to see Prince Liam play in his uniform! Have you imagined how good his butt will look wearing it?” Donna whispered the last sentence, giggling. “Besides, he must be an excellent player like all princes! Wouldn't it be great if your dad could convince Prince William or Harry to play? You have to tell him to invite them, Beatrice!” Donna chattered happily. “The rules are a little confusing, but any opportunity to see hot guys sweating is a good one, don't you think, Briar?”

Briar replied with something indecipherable since her mind was far away.

“Never mind, Donna, she's been sick this weekend.” Beatrice excused her.

“This is horrible! It should be illegal to get sick on this weekend, don't you think, Felicity?” Felicity had just arrived at them in her elegant cocktail-inspired dress, expensive high heels and vintage sunglasses.

Facing her, Beatrice had a self-conscious moment. There wasn’t a rigorous dress code for the EPW, but comparing her flowy floral dress to Felicity's, the young girl felt dull.

As she passed Beatrice, Felicity almost knocked over the camera tripod.

“Maybe you'd better take off your glasses and watch where you're going, Felicity!” Beatrice didn't let her get away with it.

“I wasn’t expecting you here.” Felicity gave a disdainful smile.

“Beatrice has been photographing the event for the family archives. That's why she's not in the box with her family.” Donna explained innocently.

“Given the amount of time she spends in the stables, she would be best served in a box among the horses today. Come on, Donna. I will wish Ernest good luck.”

“Bitch!” Briar grunted.

The players paraded onto the field. The Edgewater team passed by where they were. Briar looked down as Edmund passed, pretending to look at her phone. Edmund looked away, embarrassed.

“Is the lehenga ready for the party?” Beatrice asked, noticing what had just happened.

“I don't know if I'm going to the party, much less if I want to...impress him. If he doesn't want me, I won't crawl to him either.”

As much as Beatrice wanted to bring them back together, she understood how Briar felt at the moment. She knew she had no right to force anything. “It’s fine, Briar.” Beatrice smiled and held her hand. “Do what you think is best. I'll have your back.”

The players gathered in the middle for a few minutes of exhibitionism while they were introduced. From a distance, seeing the boys wearing boots, white pants and helmets on top of the horses, they looked like toy soldiers. Briar pointed out that the pants were so tight they looked like ballerinas, but she wasn't unhappy with the view.

Those who were there for aesthetic purposes were divided, not knowing whether to sigh for the blond prince with blue eyes or for the Scottish lord.

Although both families were beloved in the region, the conversations in the air and the colours of the clothes revealed each other's preferences.

Beatrice zoomed in on the camera to capture the first images, shooting them one by one. It was hard to admit, but her heart was divided. She wanted Edgewater's victory (and Luke's glory) with all her might. However, Beatrice knew it would be good for Ernest to have that joy. He deserved it after so much suffering in the last few months.

After showing off, the two teams lined up facing each other in the centre of the field. At Earl's signal, the first chukka started.

From the first second, the noise of the horses, the mallets hitting the ball, and the captains shouting instructions take the public to another world.

At the end of the first chukka, neither team had scored a goal. Edmund had nearly fallen off his horse defending a last-second attempt by Ernest's cousin, making Briar's heart stop for a moment.

After the three-minute break, at Dominique's voice, they started the second chukka.

They moved quickly and nimbly. The mix of red and blue shirts made it sometimes difficult to say who had control of the ball. Or even distinguish the players from the horses.

Harry was so determined to take the ball away from James that he ended up committing a foul for riding at a higher speed than him. Edmund was furious, shouting at his brother. Luke and Liam had to tell him to shut up so they wouldn't risk another foul.

Ledford's team was awarded a penalty, and James took the opportunity to score a goal that took the public's breath away.

As the rules obliged, the teams switched sides, and the match continued. It was impossible to take the eyes off the match without risking missing something important.

For a couple of minutes, the crowd was in suspense, watching Ernest and Luke fight for possession of the ball. The mallets looked like two knights. It was impossible to tell where the ball was, as it was always changing hands. The hypnotic dance was interrupted by the sound of breaking wood.

Ernest's mallet had broken in two, scaring the horses. Despite the skill of both, the horses got tangled up in each other, causing Ernest and Luke to fall.

Beatrice gasped. She tried to jump the fence, but Briar grabbed her by the dress. “You're not going anywhere. First aid is already rushing there.”

Fortunately, they were both already standing when the doctor and nurse arrived. Through the lens, Beatrice saw them disinfecting some scratches. Earl gave the order to change horses and resume the match.

However, it still took some time before Beatrice stopped shaking. She didn't even want to think about the possibility that something bad had happened to either of them.

During halftime, the Earl offered champagne and invited the spectators to walk across the field to stomp divots. It was a churned mess from the horses and from the mallet's force hitting the ball. The first time she saw it, Beatrice found it strange. Noticing the confusion in her eyes, her father explained to her at the time, “Pressing the divots into the ground prevents falls and injury during play and allows the ball to travel farther and with more accuracy.”

As amusing as pressing the divots was, it was comical observing all the adults having fun doing it like it was a children's play. Even Henrietta seemed to be enjoying herself.

Looking around, she saw Felicity talking to Duke Richards. She was so distracted strutting for the duke that she didn't notice that her heel had gotten stuck in a hole. As she lifted her other foot to stomp the next divot, Felicity lost her balance, fell to the ground and spilt the champagne all over the Duke.

Everyone who saw it couldn't help but smile, at least. As for Tristan, he didn't even bother helping Felicity, annoyed by the champagne stains on his clothes.

It was two boys from Moorfield who helped her up and took her to the emergency room.

A few minutes later, the match resumed.

By the end of the last chukka, the teams were tied.

rom the bleachers, Beatrice could feel the tension and frustration of the players.

They took a 10-minute break to rest and switch horses.

Beatrice snuck out to see Luke. He was giving the team a motivational speech and proposing a new strategy.  Luke was a quiet boy most of the time, but when he had to take on the role of leader, he was fascinating to watch. Even Harry was listening willingly.

Her boys were playing very well, but the Ledford Park team was putting on a brilliant demonstration. Ernest and his cousin may not be best friends yet, but they were a fantastic duo. Even Bart was a better player than he let on. However, obviously, she wasn't going to share those impressions with her boys.

After letting him finish, Beatrice hugged Luke from behind and planted a discreet kiss on his neck. “It has been a brilliant match, my love.”

“Careful, Bea, I'm dirty and sweaty.” He turned around to face her.

“After being with you covered in horse poop, this doesn't scare me.” She laughed. Luke leaned in for a kiss, but Beatrice placed the water bottle between them. “Hydration first.”  He pretended to be sulking, but he drank all the water. The bottle had barely left his lips when Beatrice took them.

“This was much more refreshing than drinking a whole fountain.” Luke caressed her face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Liam had to call them back to reality. The match will resume.

The Earl was on the field and invited Beatrice to draw lots for choosing the method of breaking the tie, using a gold coin that Dominique, a local jeweller, had made. ‘S.D’ face for “Sudden Death” and ‘S.O’ for “Shoot-out”.

All eyes were fixed on her, expectant. Both teams feared either of them. For the public, any of them was a promise of an exciting show. Beatrice tossed the coin. Nervous, she didn't even look at the result. It was the referee who announced that the tiebreaker would be done through the “Shoot-out”.

Everyone on the field trembled. Although theoretically a faster method (and equally fair in every way), it was treacherous for the players.

Luck chose Edgewater to start with. Each captain chose the first to attempt a free hit. Luke chose Liam. Positioned on the 40-yard line, facing the undefended goal. Beatrice felt like her heart had stopped while Liam wasn’t touching the ball. After a fraction of a second, the ball went in, causing an explosion of joy.

Following the rules, each player in turn, and alternating teams, tried their luck. The tie continued. On both teams, two players scored and one missed. It was thrilling yet unnerving at the same time.

The end of the story was in the captains’ hands.

“And what if they still tie?” Briar asked nervously, biting her nails.

“Our rules say there is another ten-minute break, and then the first team to score wins.” Her heart didn't know what to wish for.

It was Ernest's turn. He looked at the goal with absolute concentration. The audience was completely silent. When the mallet hit the ball, it sounded like a bang. In the first few seconds, it almost looked like he had scored, but he missed by a couple of centimetres.

A chorus of disappointed sighs echoed across the field, but she could hear Ernest screaming inwardly.

It was now Luke's turn. He glanced in her direction before preparing to hit the ball, and Beatrice placed her hand over her heart. It was their secret signal. As usual, Luke gave the ball three light taps and hit it hard. The ball triumphantly entered the goal, triggering an explosion of joy. Briar and others who were nearby clung to Beatrice, jumping and screaming in celebration. Beatrice's heart leaped with joy on one side, but it was tight on the other.

Beatrice wanted to go get the Edgewater boys, but she wanted to take some pictures first.

Disentangling herself from them, she returned to her spot. Before taking some photos, her eyes lay on Ernest for a few moments. She knew him well enough to know that he was extremely frustrated but was controlling himself so as not to lose his composure. He took off his helmet. His hair looked darker from sweat, and the curls were all dishevelled, sticking to his forehead and face. In spite of dating an athlete, she never understood the allure of 'hot, sweaty guys', as Donna had mentioned. However, this image of Ernest made her feel something different inside her for a moment. Like a bee sting, which is intense but soon passes.

Briar took the camera to the podium, and Beatrice jumped the fence to join the players.

She was running towards the Edgewater team, but her heart told her to take a detour.

“Congratulations, gentlemen! You played in a way that would make yesterday's professionals jealous.”

“I warned you not to underestimate the Eton boys.” Bart winked at her.

She wanted to say something nice to them, especially to Ernest, but Earl was calling her. “I have to go. See you on the podium.”

Reunited with the Edgewater team, Beatrice hugged them all.

“Don't feel embarrassed because I'm here. Our captain deserves the kiss of victory.” The Earl smiled.

Luke lifted her into the air, and Beatrice wasted no time in kissing him properly. "Congratulations, my love. I knew you were the only one capable of giving us this joy."

“It was a team effort. Together we are very good.” Luke replied slightly awkwardly.

“Luke’s cool head from the competitions helped us stay focused. Our combined forces worked very well.” Harry admitted, to the astonishment of those present

After a few minutes to compose themselves, the teams headed to the podium.

As planned, Henrietta and Dominique handed out the second-place medals. Beatrice followed them with the medals’ boxes. Bart was very excited, and both James and Andrew seemed pretty happy with the outcome.

It was Ernest's turn. After he had a medal around his neck, he kissed Dominique's hand, forcing a smile, praising her for the competition organisation. Beatrice knew it wasn't a matter of a bad loss. Nevertheless, she sensed a deeper sadness in Ernest.

However, there was no time for questions. Team Edgewater was already waiting to step onto the podium while being refreshed with champagne.

Vincent gave Beatrice the opportunity to present the medals to the winners. Despite the excitement of victory, she fulfilled her role well, with the solemnity that the moment demanded, placing the medals around each one’s necks and greeting them with a kiss on the cheek. Beatrice couldn't remember the last time she had kissed her brother or even ever given him one. It was a strange moment for them, but the enthusiasm of the victory drowned it out.

As they packed their things to go home and get ready for dinner, Beatrice saw that Bart was still around. “Shouldn't you be with the host helping with the dinner preparations?” She teased him.

“Ernest doesn't need me; he has a wonder woman named Constance Lewis. I think we will eat them in the greenhouse due to the construction work at the house. I stayed around here a little longer, collecting our sweat and tears." Bart joked.

“You guys were brilliant, Bart. I dare say that your defeat was almost unfair.” Beatrice admitted.

“Thank you, dear. You are truly a little rose among the brambles.” Bart stroked her face affectionately.

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Back at Edgewater, Beatrice was in her room, getting ready for dinner. Since the dinner was going to be somewhat formal, Dominique told her to wear something a little more sophisticated. Despite the off-the-shoulder neckline, it was made of a blue brocade fabric with white flowers and long sleeves. Beatrice felt warm just looking at him.

Stretched out on Beatrice's bed was Briar's lehenga, waiting for her decision.

Briar eventually appeared. “I'm only going because Ernest personally invited us. And because he invited the professional players to dinner...including the Indians. So, my mother couldn't miss the opportunity. She already found out that one is from her hometown." She said, frowningly.

“Let’s just try to have some fun tonight. There will be many things we make fun of.”

“Starting with that dress of yours.” Briar let out a smile.

“Not all of us can be princesses from the Arabian Nights.” Beatrice teased back.

Beatrice helped Briar get dressed. The lehenga was made of a vibrant magenta with gold embroidery, which highlights Briar's features. Instead of wearing the dupatta, Beatrice entwined it in Briar's hair.

“Impressive.” Briar looked at herself in the mirror. “You're finally learning something from me. One day you will be a big girl able to do your own hair.”

“Sometimes I don't know if I want to be a big girl.” Beatrice reflected, looking at their reflections in the mirror.

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It didn't seem like it was a dinner that had been prepared in a couple of hours. The Ledford Park greenhouse looked stunning, with vintage lanterns peeking out from among the greenery. The two doors were open, letting in the cool August night, so there were elegant blankets on all the chairs.

The Earl and his family were the first to arrive, along with the other members of the team.

Domonique had allowed Luke to enter with Beatrice without any fuss. She accompanied Prince Liam herself. That night, the Dowager Countess looked ten years younger with so much pride beaming from her eyes.

With Bart's help, Ernest diligently fulfilled his role as host.

“Congratulations, Sinclaire. The greenhouse is stunning! Don't you get tired of making things everything so perfect?” Beatrice teased me.

“It’s all miracle of Saint Constance Lewis.” He smiled.

Looking further up, Beatrice noticed his curls. Not a couple of hours ago they were completely drenched in sweat and dishevelled. On that moment, it didn't even look like the same hair. Even so, there were a couple of them who insisted on rebelling against the majority of their brothers, prominent like two antennas on the head.

Betrice climbed onto a flower bed.

“What are you doing? You will fall!” Ernest reprimanded her.

Beatrice didn't answer, hiding her unruly curls among the others. It was like touching a fluffy cloud. Unconsciously, she must have taken longer than necessary because he asked what she was doing.  “You're welcome, Sinclaire.”

“Some are not so well behaved.” He joked about the awkwardness of the situation.

Despite the role he was playing, Beatrice could see in his eyes how far away he was from there.

“Earth calls Sinclaire? There is a guest walking towards you.” Beatrice whispered.

“Your father would be very proud of you tonight. In fact, they both would be.” Beatrice said after the guest went away

“I am not so sure. I broke my father's favourite mallet. It survived the fire to end up like this...” He fixed his eyes on a lantern. “Besides, my father loves…loved to win.”

“He was competitive, indeed, but, in the end of the say, your father loved to have fun and that's what you should be doing tonight.”

“You don’t understand. I wish I had won, not for me, but for him. I owed him that.”

“You and your team were brilliant. Okay, you didn't win, but if anyone had any doubts about your leadership abilities, they disappeared today. Also, the only thing you owe your parents is to enjoy everything they built for you.”

“Are you suggesting I become a lecherous lord?” He smiled.

“Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to.” She smiled back. “No matter how much your father loved this game and win, his love for you was infinitely greater. As for the mallet can be glued and displayed in Ledford Park.”

As he listened to Beatrice's words, a memory came to Ernest's mind. It was under that tree where he was trying to paint his mother that Beatrice had come, somewhat awkwardly, to thank him for his help in the egg hunt. She was only ten years old at the time. How did time pass so quickly? How was the child who lived in the world of her dolls becoming a sensible girl?

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Despite the high concentration of VIPs per square meter, the arrival of the Daly did not go unnoticed. It was impossible not to notice how beautiful they were. Pavarti looked rejuvenated in her traditional attire, and Briar glowed among the lanterns.

Thunderstruck, looking at her, Edmund ran into an employee carrying a tray of champagne glasses, causing a huge commotion.

Ernest took Edmund to his temporary quarters to borrow him a shirt and give his friend some privacy to compose himself.

“Is everything okay, Edmund? That was too clumsy even for you. Sorry, that sounded better in my head than it did in my mouth.”

“I'm not offended. I know I'm clumsy! But it's comforting to see you put your foot in it every now and then. Even if it's in words.” Edmund joked about the situation.

“Even with all this EPW hustle and bustle, I've noticed you're more distracted than usual. Are you having any problems? Can I help somehow?”

Edmund didn't want to go into ddetails ecause he considered the whole blackmail mess too embarrassing to share.

Due to his behaviour during the weekend and what just had happened, Ernest perceived it was related to Briar, but he didn't want to force his friend to talk. “Just let me give you a piece of advice, Eddie: if there's something to say or clarify, don't waste time. Ask, say, do... life is too short to carry and make others carry regrets in hearts. In seconds, everything can change... otherwise you will put your life in limbo about what could have been. Forever.”

His friend's words had the weight of someone who had already been through a lot, but Edmund was afraid. Very afraid of the consequences. Especially for Briar.

As they returned to the greenhouse, his gaze immediately met hers. She took ta timidstep forward towards hhim ut then backed away.

At the ssame time,Pavarti called her to meet the player who wwasfrom her family hometown – he was a young promising player, aaccording tothe comments Edmund had heard.  The three seemed to be having an animated conversation.

Stealthily, he approached them, butting into the conversation. “I apologise in advance for this intrusion, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to greet you.” Edmund reached out and shook the player's hand. "It was so inspiring to watch your techniques. I hope you get that contract here."

“I was just talking about it with Mrs and Miss Daly. On the one hand, I would love to be made an offer, but on the other hand, I fear how much I will miss my homeland.”

“I understand perfectly. I was away for a few months in Spain, which is practically next door, and I was already dying of homesickness.”

“In my case, it was love that made me stay in England. Who knows? Maybe the same thing will happen to you.” Mrs Pavarti pointed.

Briar politely apologised, citing a problem with her outfit, and disappeared into the crowd.

Nevertheless, even in the Sinclaires' massive greenhouse, it was impossible to run away from someone all night. During the appetisers’ dance, they ended up meeting at the Scotch Egg platter.

“Your attire is very beautiful.” Edmund tried to start the conversation with a compliment.

“You already knew that. I had shown you when we finished to sew it.” Briar used the tactic of cutting conversation short, completing it by shoving nearly half an egg into her mouth.

“I remember. I confess I often thought about how good it would look on you. However, all the images I created are a pale reflection of how beautiful you are tonight.”

Briar felt like she had swallowed the entire appetiser. He couldn't have the courage to try flirting with her after all that drama. "What nerve you have!" Briar still raised her voice but lowered it out of embarrassment. "One minute you reject me, the next you try to flirt with me... If you ever really loved me, you should know that I will never be a doll that you can have on the shelf to play with whenever you feel like it. And know that even if I wanted to forget these last days... neither my dignity nor my conscience would allow it.”

Edmund was going to ask if she was referring to the kiss with Arthur, but they were interrupted by the gong calling for dinner.

He barely ate, pondering his hypotheses. If it is true that Dominique was considering paying for Briar's education, it would be selfish of him if his feelings risked her future.

However, there was also the possibility that it wouldn't even interfere with anything. After all, everyone had come to terms with their sister and Luke's relationship. Besides, if his grandmother truly believed in her talent, he wanted to believe that she would help Briar no matter the circumstances.

The worst-case scenario would be that Mrs Pavarti, in her eagerness to protect her daughter, would leave Edgewater, and then there would be no love or education.

As he picked at what he thought was a fish dish, the young Marlcaster decided in his heart that if no one would help her because of their relationship, he himself would work day and night if necessary to pay for her education. Besides, there was still his father's inheritance that would soon be within his reach, despite the surrounding mystery his mother had created about the matter.

Finally, there was the matter of the kiss with Arthur. According to Beatrice, Briar and Arthur were a little drunk when it happened. And thinking retrospectively, he hadn't been the boyfriend model either in recent months. Telegraphic postcards, calls with the minutes counted... It didn't excuse everything, but his neglect opened the way to vulnerability and opportunity for Arthur.

Briar was light in the lives of those she loved. Deep down, he didn't condemn the boy for trying his luck. She deserved better, and Edmund was going to be what she deserved.

Before the desserts were served, Edmund asked Ernest if he could say some words. Intrigued, the host allowed it, warning the guests that Mr Marlcaster was going to say some words.

When attention turned to him, he felt lost for a moment. He wasn't used to being the protagonist. Although everyone looked expectantly, he focused on Briar's face. She was the reason for his living, and everyone would know.  After resisting the temptation to look at him, Briar gave in and looked him in the eye, despite the distance. That unlocked his tongue.

“Dear family, dear friends and everyone else present tonight, these have been very happy days for me, not only because I returned home after months of absence but also because I helped my team win the E.P.W, bringing pride and joy to my family. However, I am especially… I'm daring to say…blissed out because I am once again close to the one my heart loves and adores and is the reason for its beating. I love you, Briar Daly. It doesn't matter what happened before or what may happen after this, but I love you. You make me happier than I've ever been in my life. If you still accept me, with all the flaws you know well and qualities I think only you can see, I would like to officially make a commitment, with you, Miss Daly, in front of you, with the most sincere and pure intentions. I hope both families give their blessing. Even if you don't, nothing will change my feelings, except a word from Briar herself.”

Briar went from pale to red. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and a suffocating heat spread through her body. All at the same time.

She didn't know what to think, because she wasn't even sure if she had just heard those words from him or if she had fallen asleep and was dreaming. Her heart was beating so fast that Briar couldn't even breathe. She felt that all eyes were now on her. Briar looked at her mother in distress. Parvati's reaction was indecipherable.

However, before she could react, Henrietta's shrill voice echoed in the greenhouse. “Edmund, my son, this is certainly a joke in bad taste, the result of excessive drinking at the party.” She tried to convey the idea that she was laughing at the situation, but the tone of fury escaped between her words.

“No, Mother. I'm not drunk, and I'm being very serious. I've been in love with Miss Daly for a long time.”

Henrietta tried to pretend to faint but changed her mind. She got up from the table, now not trying to hide her displeasure. “That's ridiculous, Edmund, and you know it very well! From other people…” Henrietta didn't mention a name, but everyone knew she meant Beatrice. “…given their origins and poor education, I expect anything... now from you, Edmund... a young man as well educated as you, from good families in each and every branch of our tree. How can you even consider, let alone say, such nonsense? She's practically a maid!”

“I am your maid, but my daughter is not. And although serving others is not a dishonour, God willing, she never will be.” Parvati intervened, feeling insulted.

“"Wait a minute... now it makes sense; this is a mother-daughter plan. As if it wasn't enough that they've settled in Edgewater, moving around the house freely, living on our land for free, now they want to move up in the world, using Briar to seduce my son! If there were any doubts, look at how she dresses tonight! I've seen this happen before. There was a similar problem at my grandfather's house in India... Luckily my great uncle was saved in time from the clutches of…”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence, Mother! The Pavarti are good and honest people, and you know it! You may not approve of my feelings, but you cannot control my heart!” Edmund said calmly but firmly.

Despite the sad circus show that Henrietta was performing, everyone present could see that Edmund was serious and that his feelings were strong enough to make that boy who had been a little lamb all his life face his mother.

The Earl, already beyond embarrassed, got up from the table to calm things down, but Harry was quicker to throw another log into the fire. “You're a fool, Edmund! You are embarrassing yourself and us for a girl who isn't even as good or honest as you say. In your absence, while you were studying and working in Spain, barely sleeping, she was making out around with another boy.”

The greenhouse fell into a deep silence. Briar nearly fainted. However, she still had the strength to defend herself, "That's not what happened at all, you viper, and you know it since you listen so well behind closed doors!"

After the initial shock, the guests were following this soap opera with keen interest.

“I know what happened, and that will be a matter to be resolved between me and her. We both have accounts to settle for our mistakes.”

“I love you too, Edmund, but I don't know what will become of us after this.” Briar confessed out loud.

“Enough circus for tonight!" Vincent said firmly. "Dear guests, I apologise for having to watch this ridiculous drama and ruin your evening. We are going home to sort out our problems like normal people do. I would greatly appreciate it if this matter could be confined to this greenhouse. Have a good evening.”

All the Foredales got up and left. The Earl asked Pavarti to meet him at the mansion. Ernest followed them out, stunned by what had just happened.

“Let it be recorded in the chronicles of Ledford Park that tonight, I am not to blame.” Beatrice said to do Ernest.

“I imagine you are an accomplice in this mess.”

“I bet you are too, Sinclaire!”

He didn't confirm, but he asked. "Keep me posted if you can."

Edmund tried to catch Briar along the way, but Mrs Daly made her rush her steps. Beatrice couldn’t catch them either.

“I never thought I'd say this to you, Edmund, but I'm proud of you for being so brave and foolish at the same time.” Beatrice pulled him to stand behind the group.

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Edmund got a little irritated.

“It was. I'm very proud, and I'm sure Briar is even more so. The only downside is that you could have chosen...let's say...a less...public occasion. But after Ascot, who am I to point the finger at you? Plus, it was a beautiful declaration of love. Equated to a Jane Austen hero. Even I almost fell in love with you.”

“My mother has already made her opinion very clear. How do you think Father and Grandmother reacted? They were strangely, eerily quiet.”

“As my mother used to say, 'Let's prepare for the worst and hope for the best.'” Beatrice sighed.

Beatrice tried to act as an ambassador with her father when they arrived home. Edmund tried to play the hero. Mrs Daly wanted a word with the Earl. However, to everyone's surprise, the first person the Earl wanted to speak to was Briar herself. Everyone else was asked to wait in the library.

There, the atmosphere was tense. Like in a mystery movie, everyone was sipping tea, and no one was saying a word, just casting accusatory looks at each other.

Under the pretence of checking on Sunny, Beatrice escaped from the library. By chance, Sunny noticed the owner's arrival and followed her on her mission. Beatrice sat leaning against one of the doors, with the pug on her lap, which soon fell asleep.

Although she couldn't understand every word, Beatrice's heart calmed down when she heard her father speak in a calm tone. He wasn't mad at Briar.

“I never noticed anything... I always assumed it was just a special affection... I believe that a man and a woman can be just friends, and I, honestly, thought that was all it was.”

“We were, but then, things started to change…” Beatrice recognised Bria's embarrassed tone.

“I didn't raise Edmund with those kinds of values, but I have to ask you this: was he the one who somehow pushed you into this relationship? He's older, handsome, chivalrous... Although he lacks flirting skills, it would be easy to charm an inexperienced young girl. I'm talking to you as if I were your father, not as a Scotland Yard interrogator. I just want to understand how things happened.”

“I sympathised with him from the first day I met Edmund. And yes, I found his shy novel hero attitude very charming. I noticed that he got along with me too; however, no feelings developed...before a certain age. As you said, when I arrived here, he was older, entering adolescence, and I was a child. Many times, I felt protected and cherished, as Beatrice was to him. When I grew up, I realised that I had other feelings for him and that maybe he could have them for me. However, contrary to what your wife says, I did not seduce him with any intention. We just discovered that we felt good and happy together... that we loved each other. We didn't say anything before because we were afraid that our families would put us apart: my mother because he was older and you because I am just the seamstress's daughter. About what Harry said…”

“I don't want to hear about gossip. That will be a matter between you and Edmund. If there are indeed problems between you, you will have to weigh them on the scales with your love and see the result.” Vincent advised. “I have no problem with your mother's profession. I have the utmost respect and consideration for her. Even if she was a prostitute for a living, that didn't take away your worth as a person or your right to love and be loved by my son. Nevertheless, I must confess the age gap, despite being mathematically almost irrelevant and not bringing any problems in the future, in the present time, it creates a gap between you, and I think that could bring some problems: ambitions, desires, and needs that are unique to each of you could be very different over the next couple of years.”

“So, you're suggesting we break off the relationship?”

“No. I find you a very harmonious couple. Believe me, Briar, I would be happy for your relationship to last long enough for you to become part of the family. I witnessed tonight that Edmund's feelings are strong and pure, as yours seem to be. You've clearly been bringing him up. Edmund has become more determined, more focused and dynamic, and now I realise the reason is you.” The Earl made a pause. After some awkward seconds, he continued, “As a father advises a daughter, I tell you: you two will need a lot of resilience to survive the next years. I will not be a stone in your path, nor will I allow anyone in this house to be, but I will keep an eye on you. You are both very young. Be careful with your hearts. Before you go, promise me one thing: if you ever feel afraid in this house, no matter who it is, even Edmund himself, tell me right away.”

“I will, my lord.”

“Try to rest, and tomorrow we'll have all day to pick up the pieces of this mess.”

They caught Beatrice trying to run away with Sunny. “And you, my dear daughter, I presume you are the main accomplice in this story.” Beatrice was petrified for a moment. “Please tell your brother to come talk to me. I want to resolve this before the sun rises.”

The path between the library and his father's office never seemed so long to Edmund. When she went to call him, Beatrice was expressionless and said she would walk Briar home.

As he sat in the chair, his legs were shaking. Fortunately, they couldn't be seen under the desk.

“Look, Edmund, I don't even know where to begin. The speech was beautiful, but I think Briar was more embarrassed than impressed.”

“So you're not mad at me?” Edmund stammered.

“I'm not exactly angry... I'm disappointed, because you did the same mistake Beatrice did. You hid this from me, and then you decided to reveal it like an atomic bomb. I love you as if every inch of you came from me, Edmund. I thought you would trust me to tell me about what was going on. I understand that you were afraid, especially in the first few months, but once you were sure that you wanted to be with Briar, you could have told me. You know perfectly well that her origins would never be an objection to me.”

“The same cannot be said of the mother and grandmother..."

“If your grandmother's heart resisted Ascot, she will resist this harsh blow of fate well.” Vincent quipped. “About your mother… She has ruled all your life. Don’t let her rule your heart. Whether it's with Briar or any other girl. She is your mother; she loves you, but that doesn’t give her that right. And you showed it to her today... only it could have been less scandalous. However, I'm proud of you, my boy. You stand up for yourself and the woman you love. I admire you for that, Edmund. I wasn't that brave.”

“Thank you, Father. I just wanted Briar to know that she is the love of my life. I just didn't say anything before because I was afraid of compromising her future.”

“What do you mean?” The Earl was confused.

Edmund summarised the story of the potential scholarship for Briar sponsored by Dominique.

“If your grandmother said that, it's because she sees true talent in Briar. She wouldn't consider such a thing if Briar didn't deserve it. She is charitable, but not stupid. Besides, my mother may have many faults, but she is not petty. Even if she doesn't like your relationship, I don't believe your grandmother wouldn't help her.”

“I'm sorry I don't have your faith.” Edmund heaves a sigh.

“Even if she refuses, I will help her myself. She's a good girl, and from what I see in Beatrice's dresses, she was born to be a fashion designer.”

“Will you?” Edmund looked full of hope at his father.

“I will; you have my word. Even you two break up.”

Edmund hugged his father. “Thank you so much, Father. She deserves the world. And I apologise for the embarrassment I caused the family.”

“The awkwardness will pass. My only concern, as I told Briar, is your age difference. It's not much, but there's a lot of potential for you to hurt each other.  You are going through different phases. It won't be easy to reconcile everything. You're practically a grown man, and Briar is still a teenager. Although she has some maturity for her age on some points, there are still differences…”

“I think I understand what you mean, Father. I love Briar, but I know her limits and mine. You can be sure that they will be respected. I love her too much to hurt her again.”

“I knew that's what you were going to do.” Vincent smiled proudly. Still, I will keep an eye on you guys. Not to control you, but because I like you and I want a future for you both. Together. Before you go, how do you feel about what Harry said? Is it really true?”

“It is. Beatrice told me by accident. Briar was…” He didn’t want to say tipsy to protect her reputation: “...down and got carried away by the moment. Beatrice told me that she already cleared the situation with the guy.”

“Good, but how do you feel about it?”

Edmund thought for some time before answering. “I think I have always been afraid that something like this would happen because she is so beautiful and smart, and I am kind of...plain. So, when I found out, it was like living a nightmare. Later I realised that I hadn't been an exemplary boyfriend either and maybe I was partly to blame for what happened.” Vincent laughed. “Why are you laughing?” Edmund was confused.

“You're on the right path. Women love it when we admit guilt. However, you cannot ignore the matter. Please, clarify it before. Or the scab of this wound may itch for a long time.”

“I will, I promise.”

Before they could finish their conversation, Dominique burst into the bureau. “I'm not a young lad anymore; I'm too tired to wait my turn. So, here goes: Edmund, that circus was completely unnecessary! I am running out of cards on my sleeve to patch so many holes in this family's dignity. I don't know if my heart can handle another one.” Then she turned to her son, “Still, we should be thanking God, Vincent. It could be some crazy girl he met on the Internet. This one at least has a brain and isn't idle. She is embodying the good values ​​of this house and is diligent and humble like her mother. Even with all the bad luck, we won the lottery. Good night!” And she simply disappeared as unexpectedly as she had come.

The two were so shocked by what had just happened that they didn't even see Mrs. Daly at the door.

“I think we have a lot to talk about, and I'm not going to wait for the sun to rise.” Pavarti said, announcing her presence.

Edmund was going to get up, but Vincent told him to sit down. “You stay. You are part of the problem.”

“My lord, I'll get straight to the point. I'm not staying here after what happened tonight. My daughter may not have made the wisest decisions…” She looked at Edmund with a frown. “I didn't know about this relationship either, and I'm as upset as you are to find out this way. However, I cannot condemn my daughter for falling in love. Not even for some foolishness typical of her age. We are a humble but honourable family. Therefore, I refuse to remain in a place where the cloud of suspicion will forever hang over us. Please do my accounts for this month. We leave Edgewater tomorrow night.”

“Mrs Daly, please, don’t do such a thing! Briar can have a better future here! I will work day and night for that!” Edmund tried to intervene. “We hid our relationship because we didn't want you to worry...”

“Stop, Edmund. She is an angry mother, and if you say one more word, she will tear you in two. You are dismissed for the night.” Then the Earl turned to Pavarti. “Mrs Daly, I will also get straight to the point. No one except my dramatic wife is mad or suspicious of you. Even though we are all upset with these lovelorn fools, it doesn't change your reputation and your incredible work here. They understand our fears, and I know that you too, deep down, understand their reasons. They made a big mistake, but they proved today that they want to do things the right way. And even if in a few months they end their relationship, nothing will change how much we love Briar and your work, Mrs Pavarti. I don't care what Henrietta thinks. Your work is very important in this house. Besides, my mother loves you as a seamstress...and as a friend. Imagine also what it would be like to separate Briar from Beatrice now. They are practically two sisters. I would venture to say that they would rather be without a boyfriend than without each other.”

“I don't want me and my daughter to live under censorious eyes. That is neither healthy nor dignified. Yes, because even the poor have dignity.” Parvati was not entirely convinced.

“Henrietta will be furious for a long time. There is no point in using euphemisms. But it will pass, like all her tantrums do. I would bet that the tantrum will pass once she goes to a seamstress who doesn't make an exquisite dress that only exists in her head. Regardless of her, we have two children to take care of, and they will need our attention and good advice more than ever, don't you think? And since when is there any point in separating two lovers? If this is to last, nothing will stop them.”

“Maybe you have a point there. However, you have to understand my point of view as a mother. It would be very easy for Edmund to fall for an older girl, who has more to offer him... in every way. Or else things will move quickly, and the two will do something that has an irreversible impact on their future."

“Your fears are my fears. Therefore, together, we will help the ship reach a safe harbour.” Vincent took her hand comfortingly. “I imagine you want to have a serious talk with Briar, but allow me to ask you to let her and Edmund talk first. They need to find their way again.”

After Mrs Daly confirmed that she would stay for the time being, Vincent went looking for Henrietta. He found her on one of the library couches, fast asleep.

“I just wanted her to calm down a bit, but I think I overdid it.” Harry explained.

“It's okay. With the headache she will wake up with, she will have less energy to torture mine.”

“What will happen?” Harry asked, hoping for juicy details.

“It could be worse. Tomorrow the lovebirds have to have a serious talk, and then we'll sew up the hole. Fortunately, they are seamstresses.” The Earl joked about the situation.

“That’s it?” Harry was outraged. “They do stupid thing after stupid thing, and in the end, everything always turns out fine. I, who strive to do everything right, am always relegated or humiliated.”

“Harry, one day you too will make a terrible mistake. Maybe even for love. And I will be to you the understanding father that I was to them.” Vincent hugged Harry and kissed his head. “I love you, Harry. More than you can imagine.”

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DoL x Outlast Trials

Reader (you, your); Avery, Kylar, Whitney, Wren, Remy, Robin, Bailey, Sydney, Harper, Doren, Winter, Sirris, Mason, River, Ivory Wraith, Leighton, Briar, Eden, Alex, Jordan, Landry, Niki, Darryl, Anxious Guard, Relaxed Guard, Methodical Guard, Veteran Guard (they/them)

No real structure, just ramblin

Thaaaaank yooooou 🩷 @letstalktea 🩷 for yappin with me abt this :3

Contents: implied dub and noncon but nothing explicit; canon typical violence for outlast? Nothing real explicit

Words: ~2.1k

Avery

Prime asset Avery who doesn't have a weapon, not like the others. Just their own two hands. A mother/father "figure." You just have to submit to their every whim. It could be so enjoyable for you if you learned how to just grin and bear it. Balancing getting caught by Avery, risking their wrath, with the stamps and coins you sometimes find stuffed in your pockets after encounters.

God, berserker Avery? Raging constantly. (As they all do but it somehow feels extra with Avery.) Reaching and grabbing and pulling. Manages to get you under them, breathing ragged as they grip you by the calves. Maybe, maybe, maybe, if you relax in their hold, let them spread your legs uncomfortably wide and slot themself between your thighs, they'll let you leave when they're done with you. Or, well, toss you to the side and let you drag yourself into a corner to recover? At least this way you'll survive.

Kylar

Kylar is just another regent, small and easily overlooked. So quiet, all the time. You don't expect them to corner you during a trial, thought it unfathomable that someone like them could overpower you. Yet now here you are, trying to hold back any sounds that try to escape you because it's better to let Kylar do what they want, small hands tucked between your thighs and stuttered breaths in your ear, then get caught. Helps (“helps”) that they use the barricade rig, keeping you somewhat trapped/protected. Kylar is also scarry good at knowing when someone is an imposter, but only for you. That fact seemed odd before they cornered you.

Whitney

Whitney as a regent. Fucking cunt who won't come to your rescue during a trial even though they have the stun rig maxed out. Unless, of course, you'll give them head in when in the common areas. Jokes about striking up a deal with "That freak, baby boots" and there is a non zero chance that cocaine has actually gone missing during Barbi's trials. Has done lewd poses with the mannequins, especially on Gooseberry levels. Has died the most to Coyle. Takes way too many dumb risks trying to taunt the officer. You have strong arm Whitney, your bricks break after one hit idiot.

Whitney as a berserker, though. Hmmmm.

Wren

Wreeeeen. Appearing in odd trials. How did they get here? Oh, they have their ways. Cool smiles and sharp eyes. Trades you for this and that. Technically a regent but you hardly ever see them in the sleep quarters, you've never run a trial with them, and the ex-pop don't seem to mind them that much. You've never seen them with a Prime Asset, tho. They seem to swap between having a jammer rig and a blinding rig, a good tell for when they're hanging around a trial is if you spot a green mine and you know you and none of the other regents in the trial have placed one yet. They also like to hang around bonus rooms. Pure vibes: feel like the Pitcher would either never enter the trial while you're near Wren or seems to always come into the trial when you decide to meet Wren. No in between.

Remy

Prime asset Remy, whip in hand as they stalk after disobedient cattle. Il Bambino is a top client of theirs, trials decorated similarly yet Remy's cattle seem more...cared for. Donated on, even. You could be like them, much better off than some of the other fates that could await you, hm? Oddly enough, it seems Wren is more likely to show up in Remy's trials…

Robin

Screamer Robin. They just, they need to sleep. Please let them sleep. They really, really don't mean to lash out at you when they're startled awake. But it....it feels so good to have you against them. Please, just let them keep you here, just for a bit. And if...if you feel them pressing against you, their hips rocking, don't pay it any mind.

Regent Robin switches between healing rig and jammer. Always tries to be helpful regardless of their relations with other regents but their spirit slowly gets whittled away. You gotta check in on them.

Bailey

Hehe, Bailey. Prime asset Bailey who claims you owe them a long overdue debt and they'll take it out of your hide. I know it's canon that Bailey has a gun but God, brass knuckles? More limited in their reach but extra dangerous up close. Might just let you slip away if you offer up an item they like. Might not. Doesn't hurt to find out though, does it? (It does) Shares the orphanage living space with Gooseberry.

Or regent Bailey. Shakes you down in the sleep quarters. They have an "in" with the guards, make sure your sweet ass doesn't get put into too many trials. Or, so they say.

Sydney

Sydney. Sweet, sweet regent Sydney. Shaking as they run up to you, squirming in a prime asset's grip, to slam their healing rig. Sprints with you to cover so you can get the most out of their rig, slipping into a double locker with you, their hands shaking as they find yours in the dark. They almost give your position away when you bring their hand up to your mouth, lips brushing over their slender fingers, and they involuntarily take in a sharp breath. They seem extra nervous in trials where they know Leighton is around and will stick closer to you during them.

Harper

Harper as the gasser, of course. Excuse me, Pusher, or whatever. (I don't believe your medical degree is valid and you can't convince me otherwise.) But, well, the gas is a last option for them. They'd rather pin you down, force you to watch their pen sway back and forth. Look into their eyes, listen to their voice. You're doing so, so well in the trials. You'll continue to do well, won't you? But first be a dear for them and open your mouth on three...two...one, there we go.

Ooooor regent Harper. They hypnotise fellow regents but they seem to take a particular fondness for you. They usually use their skills in hypnotism to protect themself, make other regents more likely to protect them. But you? They like making you wonder away from others during the trial, seek out a safe place where you greet Harper with dazed smiles and spread legs. The researchers keep a close eye on them, seeing how Harper's hypnotism interacts with their programming. Harper would favor the blinding rig, I thinks.

Ivory Wraith

Ivory as the Skinner Man when you do get gassed by Harper. Rip

Teachers

Idk WHERE the teachers are, maybe part of the Murkoff staff?

Doren

I know in my heart of hearts Doren gets a good laugh if they hear someone call Franco Barbi “baby shoes, never worn.” i think they'd be keeping track of regents with big “personalities.” Maybe also provide “literature” for regents to consume in the sleeping quarters.

Winter

Winter helps set up the traps. Has some more “unusual” that they'd like to try. Some regents can volunteer with their traps testing for a few extra stamps and maybe a few less trials for a couple of days.

Mason

Mason, Mason, Mason. A young researcher? Makes the physical hazards (toxic shock, winter kills)?

River

River is so calm and collected when they're working but jumps when a regent throws themself at the gate toward them. Can fight off regents but they can't look them in the eyes after witnessing some of the things the regents go through in the trials.

Sirris

Mmmm, Sirris watching their own child go through the trials? No, I doubt it. If Sirris is a researcher then Sydney is like, an intern or something. Sirris makes the gas. Sydney as an intern seems to be a bit too….interested in the regents and Sirris tries to keep them from the areas where there's only simple fencing keeping the regents separated from the researchers.

If Sydney was somehow a regent while Sirris was a researcher, they'd keep an extra close eye on them. Especially when Sydney seems to take a liking to you. They almost think it a bit of a shame how regents are sterilized on intake but, hm, well, there are probably was to reverse it if the need arose somehow.

The teachers attitudes toward you change depending on your actions. Volunteer for Winter's tests; do well in Mason's environments; read Doren's propaganda books; don't throw yourself at River or maybe yank back a regent who tries; get used to Sirri's drug (and hope they never see you trying to interact with Sydney)

Leighton

Yeah they're decoupled from the teachers, sorry?

Fuck me, Leighton as a prime asset. The Headteacher, here to set you on a path of morals or however Murkoff wants to spin it. I think they'd share the orphanage’s school area with Gooseberry. Weapon is a paddle ><

Or, fuck me, Leighton as a night hunter? Singing “do you see what I see” as they pull you over a knee.

Head researcher Leighton. Keeping all the other teacher/researchers in check. Enough power to pull out regents from Gen pop for their own “tests"

Briar

Goddddd Briar. Yeah, they're still running a brothel. Fork over some stamps, some tokens, whatever you've got, and they'll tell you what you can afford. They…still seem to have their wine. They've gotta know someone, have some connections (Leighton). And they'll use those connections against you if they think you're cheating them. Their brothel gig isn't…technically sanctioned, but it's pointedly ignored. Besides, easier for the doctors to keep tabs on who is fucking who if there's a brothel like set up going. Though, really, they don't want there to be any sex among the regents at all. The brothel also helps keep tabs on who's still seeking out sex with fellow regents.

Mmmmm, or prime asset Briar? Trying to drag an ungrateful whore back to where they belong? Probably has bits and pieces of connections to the other Prime Assets in one way or another. It'd be so so fucking funny if their weapon was a pimp cane oh my god.

Eden

Eden as a night hunter :3 fucking kicks down doors every single time. Doesn't matter if it's locked or not. Extra rough when they grab you, tending to haul you over their shoulder and take you further into their sanctuary of shadows. They want you disoriented.

Alex

Alex as another regent. Also a stun rig user but more likely they'll come help you out even if you're not on the best of terms. Seems to have a harder time in Remy's trials.

Jordan

Jordan, Jordan, Jordan. Hm. Prime asset. Bringing you into the right religious path. Their weapon is a flog that seems just as much for self flagellation. Shares the Gooseberry's chapple at the orphanage. The worst part is Jordan seems so…nice. They're truly sincere in their want to “help you.” Violently jerks away from you if you grab at your chest or slot a leg between their thighs. Seems to stun them as bad as a full power stun rig. Though, They turn extra violent for a duration.

Guards

Oh, the Prison Guards work as Murkoff guards.

Anxious

Cooing at Anxious to come a bit closer to the fence, you won't bite.

Relaxed

Relaxed almost right against the fence, smiling wide.

Methodical

Methodical seemingly watching you without interest. You can read them easier over time.

Veteran

Veteran sneering as the push you away from trying to reach through the fence.

Darryl

Darryl 🥺 Regent? Kind, but their freeze response is so strong you often have to help them out of trouble. Switches between rigs but favors blinding and x-ray. More likely to use the x-ray rig if Leighton is a night hunter.

Or, a grabber (puncer? Is that theor offical name?). Reaching out from under desks, jumping from barrels, lurching from lockers and closets. Stay with them. Don't leave them. Please, please. No, no, don't scream, don't cry. Don't bring someone else here. Just, stay with them?

Landry

Landry could work similarly to Dorris. Though, I think it'd be interesting if they had you looking for certain things in trials, lil side objectives (Do your dailies fokes) for them to either pay you or maybe slip you a few exclusive amps. Maybe even a prescription. Or straight up lore files too, I'd take that.

Niki

You spot Niki around, on the other side of the glass. They always have a camera around their neck, expression blank as they move around the facilities. They're rarely seen in trials, but they pop in from time to time. Sometimes photographs are needed, and Niki has to be close by. That doesn't fully explain why sometimes you think you see them pointing their camera at you while you're in the sleep quarters and common areas…

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Rise and shine, everyone! Today we are heading out early to indulge in Aggie’s favourite - well, second favourite (👜) - hobby. Cross-Stitching!  Yes, one sim will be threading their way to a solo date with Lilac.

We’ve been curious to see just how well GOOD traited sim Spencer will get along with our adorable EVIL blorbo Forest, and so far they appear… joined at the hip?

Today’s mentor is Dodo, who is helping out contestants not with stinkiness, but the finer points of fitness. Caden is the first for a private training session, which Spencer does his best to make less private.

(It was Eye of the Tiger that Survivor sang, Spencer, not Pry of the Tiger...)

Cross-Stitch is not sparking joy for everyone. Briar and Giovanna prick their fingers and are forced to take a break, while Spencer dislikes the hobby but perseveres. If he continues his trajectory from the first round then he possibly won’t need the solo date, but damned if he’ll let Caden have it...

...Who for his part is getting rather sick of Spencer’s snooping (why are you so obsessed with him 😉) but manages to produce a NORMAL quality cross-stitch.

Forest appears to have taken Lilac’s critiques from the Strawberry Ceremony to heart and (so far) has been on his best behaviour. He becomes friends with Dodo and attempts some friendliness with Briar, but doesn’t appreciate her mischief interactions.

Giovanna manages to complete her cross-stitch pattern, which sadly is only of POOR quality.

Elsewhere LAZY sim Briar struggles with fitness but completes a nice painting, and even does some cloudgazing with Forest. Does that one look like a flying llama?

Since having Dodo in my save file, it’s become clear to me that he has some kind of telepathic communication with his Watcher, Ana. So here he is yet again dropping his 1001th hint that he wants a nooboo (and who he wants one with).

Eventually it’s Forest who (lest we forget knows the importance of a good skill grind) manages the highest quality work and will go on a date with Lilac tomorrow! Congratulations, Forest. Please consider leaving the autonomous meanness at home this time.

He also discovered that he was a MAKER, so good news all around.

Because the Watcher didn’t cancel Night On the Town and didn’t want sad moodlets from a ruined holiday, we went to the Spice Festival. Forest and Dodo, are you boys twinning?

Yes, we won’t be featured on Hot Ones anytime soon - not even Spencer, who I believe has the SPICE HOUND trait.

Briar shares something else piping hot with Giovanna, while Forest gifts Caden just because - and is strategic enough to make sure he does so right under Araminta’s nose. Her opinions have no bearing on final scores, but having the host anti-shipping you with the bachelorette probably isn’t ideal either.

Finally, it’s time to head back home (and possibly take some Pepto Bismol). As they don’t have to get up early tomorrow and skill-grind (plus have a far more comfortable bed back at Chez Minta), Dodo and Araminta sleep in the woohoo/guest room*.

*No nooboos were made during this stay.

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