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itsalwayswellattheworldsend · 9 months ago

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Book 2 Chapter 20 - They Come to the Mid-Mountain Guest-House

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They reach safety, and Ralph hears troubling news about Dorothea.

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“Forsooth it is now a good few days ago three of them brought in a woman as goodly as mine eyes have ever seen; and she sat on the bench yonder, and seemed to heed little that she was a captive and had shackles on her feet after the custom of these men, though indeed her hands were unbound, so that she might eat her meat; and the carle thief told me that he took her but a little way from the garth, and that she made a stout defence with a sword before they might take her, but being taken, she made but little of it.”

That night, they slept in their tents by a little group of houses by the river, where they had food and drink and as much as they needed of whatever they needed.[1] Things went similarly the next day, but on the third evening they set up their tents on a hillside by a road which led into a deep pass, with high walls of rock on either side, right at the entrance to the mountains, which rose up steeply from the plain. They kept watch and guarded their camp, but nothing happened to them.

The next morning, they entered the pass and rode through it up to the elevated shrublands, and spent that whole day riding wild and stony paths, eventually coming to a grassy valley with a little stream where they stayed that night—once more keeping guard but having no trouble.

As they were leaving the next morning, Ralph asked Clement if he expected them to be attacked. Clement said: “Mostly like, lord, for we are good targets, and it’s rare that a group like ours rides this road. Although the wildmen don’t know exactly when we’re coming through their territory, the know within twenty four hours or so, since we cannot hide our journey from everyone, and when the ear hears the tongue wags. But are you anxious about this, son?”

“Yes,” said Ralph, “because I’d like to see these miscreants.”

“You’ll likely see them,” said Clement; “but I will see it as a sign that they are going to attack us if we don’t see any of them at the Mountain House. They have to be careful in case they let their plan slip.

Ralph wondered how it would happen and how it would turn out, and he thought about these things as he rode.

The road was rough and they mostly went at a walking pace. They went up and up all day long and it got cold as the sun set, though it was still summer.[2] At last—at the top of a long, stony ridge which lay below the snow-crested mountain—Ralph saw a house, long and low and built of large stones, both the walls and the roof. At sight of it, the men of the company cried out for joy and picked up their pace, and Clement spurred up the stony slopes as best he could, but Ralph rode slowly, since he had nothing else to take care of but himself, so he was alone for a time. Then he looked to the side and saw something bright lying under a stone where the last of the sun’s rays caught the corner of it. He went over, thinking that maybe someone from the group had dropped something, in their haste. He dismounted to pick it up and when he touched it, he found it to be a scrap of fine green cloth embroidered with flowers, a piece about the size of his hand. He held it and wondering where he had seen something like it before, for a pain came into his heart, and he suddenly thought of the little inn at Bourton Abbas with the oak benches and the rushes on the floor,[3] and that same flower-embroidered, green cloth dancing about the feet of a beautiful girl as she moved gracefully to and fro as she prepared his drink. But his thoughts did not stop there, they carried him on into the days when he was waiting for his love to come to him—gained at last but so quickly lost.

He stood there, thinking, until he heard Clement shouting to him from the gate of the house. Ralph jumped back on his horse and rode up the slope into the yard and dismounted by Clement, who began chiding him for dallying, saying: “It is dangerous to linger outside the yard alone, for those bandits often lurk nearby and wait for anyone they can take with ease, and they are quick and skilled at what they do.[4] What were you doing?”

“I stopped to look at a flower that reminded me of Upmeads.”[5]

“Ah, yes,” said Clement, “are you really that soft? But let’s get inside. It’s like I thought—no one is here but the House-warden and his wife. I expect we will see the hangman’s sons, just as you want.”[6]

So they went into the House, and they were well taken care of. The warden was a grey man, and his wife was also old, and after dinner they talked about various things, including the bandits, and Clement asked the warden if he’d seen much of them lately.

The old man answered: “No, master Clement, things have been like always; we’ve had a few cows brought to our yard, a pack or two have been brought into the hall, and sometimes one or two of them come without gifts for a place to sleep and get some food, and sometimes they bring a captive on their way to the market.[7] Actually, a few days ago, three of them brought in a woman as pretty as my eyes have ever seen; and she sat on that bench over there and didn’t seem to care that she was a captive and had shackles on her feet like those men use; though her hands were free so that she could eat, and the leader of the thieves[8] told me that he captured her not far from our yard, and that she had put up a brave fight with a sword before they managed to subdue her, but once she was taken she hardly seemed to care.”

“Would he hurt her?” asked Ralph.

“No, definitely not,” said the old man; “Does a man poke a hole in a piece of cloth he is taking to market? No, he was kind to her in his own way, and asked us to give her the best of what we had.”

“What was she like?”

“She was a little tall, I think, with grey eyes and brown hair—and a lot of it. Her lips were very red, her cheeks tanned by the sun, but in a way that complemented her natural complexion, so that her face was as sweet as the best head of wheat in a ten-acre field when the season has been good. her hands were not like those of a noble woman who sits around the house to be looked at, but brown like one who carries a sickle in the sun. But when she reached out her hand and I saw her wrist, it was as white as milk.”

“Well, my husband,” said the old woman, “you have a good memory for an old, worn-out man. Why don’t you tell the young knight what she was wearing, too, since all women look much alike at that age, except for their clothing.”

“No, you do it,” said the old man. “She was pretty like I said, and there are few like her.”

The old woman said: “Well, there’s not much to say about her clothing. Her gown was green and made of good enough cloth, but not very new. It had lots of needlework on it, and a ring of embroidery around the hem of the skirt; but a scrap of it was torn off in the scuffle when she was captured, I guess, so it was ragged in one place. Furthermore—” She had been looking at Ralph as she spoke and now she stopped suddenly, and looked at him hard as she said: “Well, that is strange!”

“What is strange?” asked Clement.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” said the old woman, “except that people should be so concerned about this one event when so many come through the Midhouse of the Mountains all the time.”

But Ralph noted that she was still staring at him even after the conversation had ended.

Evening waned, and people began to go to bed, so there were few people in the hall. Then the old woman came up to Ralph and took him aside into a little alcove and said to him: “Young knight, I’ll tell you what seemed so strange to me before. That is, the captured woman was wearing a necklace as alike to yours as one lamb is to another; but I thought that you might prefer it if I did not talk about it in front of everyone else, so I was quiet.”

“Dame,” he said, “you have my thanks; In truth, I fear that that young woman is my sister, for we have always worn these matching beads. I have come this way to find her, and it would be terrible if I found her enslaved, and that I may be too late.” Then he gave her a golden coin from Upmeads.

“Yes,” she said, “poor boy; that will be the case. You look somewhat like her, though far prettier. But I’m sorry for you, and don’t know what you should do. By now, she has most likely been sold and is living in the fortress of some lord; someone who does not need money, and won’t let his prize be taken for free. Here, take back your gold—you might need it—instead, let me cut a lock of your golden hair, and I will be well-paid for keeping quiet about your love. After all, I believe that is the situation and that she is not your sister, or else you would have stayed at home and prayed for her at the church, not gone running after her on a hard journey.”

Ralph blushed, but said nothing, and he let her take her scissors to his curly hair, and take what she wanted of them. Then he went to bed and thought about these things, and he said to himself that it was through this maiden that he would find the Well at the World’s End. But he also said that whether or not that was the case, he had to find her and save her from slavery, since he had kissed her so sweetly and friendly—sweet and kind like a brother, before he had fallen into that love that brooch him so much joy and grief.[9] Then he took out the piece of her gown and it seemed very dear to him. But it made him think sadly about the grief or pain she might be in at that moment. He wanted to save her, and that desire was sweet to him. Thinking these things, he fell asleep.

Notes:

[1] My assumption is that this is the Swelling Flood. The text refers to it as “the water,” which makes me think we are assumed to know that they’re by a river. This matches with my current layout of the terrain, which is helpful since I don’t think the text has explicitly stated that they’re following the river. Also, due to how elevation works, the Swelling Flood (assuming this is still the same river) flows east-to-west, which might help reconcile some mapping issues, but means I need to overhaul the map again.

[2] It’s July 25th, according to my calendar, though that may be off by a little.

[3] I don’t remember if this has come up before, but in medieval europe, floors were often covered with rushes, a type of grass. These could either be scattered or woven into mats (if you were fancy). They protected the floor from wear, tear, and dirt, or protected people’s feet from dirt (if it was a dirt floor). Think of it like disposable carpets in a time where rugs would have been extremely expensive.

[4] He calls them “Sons of the Rope,” not bandits. I assume this is an allusion to people being hanged for banditry, though it seems a little odd, since the threat isn’t bandits but mountainfolk, but they may consider them the same sort of thing.

[5] I may have confused this bit. The “What were you doing?” is originally “What ailed thee?” and is attributed to Ralph. If it were “what aileth thee?” I would interpret it as “what’s wrong?” or “what’s your problem?” but the past-tense makes it a little hard to interpret. Unable to really figure out what the exact intent of the original is, I shifted it a little to something that was easier to understand.

[6] The “hangman” is called “Mick Hangman,” which seems to be a fun nickname or personification of the executioner. Googling it, it doesn’t seem to be a reference to anything else or a common phrase. Also, he’s saying that he expects to see mountainfolk on the second half of their journey, since they aren’t at the Mountain House, and are therefore probably lying in wait further down the road.

[7] The meaning of “pack” is unclear here. Based on context, I think it might be a reference to gifts being brought to the mountainhome by the mountainfolk, but it’s not very clear. “Pack” isn’t used anywhere else in the story, so I wasn’t able to cross-reference it.

[8] The “leader” is just referred to as the “carle thief.” “Carle” is a term for men, often older men. Therefore, since he is distinguished being older and male, it stands to reason that his two companions are not also described by one or both of these adjectives, making them younger and/or female. We aren’t given any evidence that any of the bandits are women, so I assume he’s the oldest of them, and therefore probably their leader.

[9] Refer to my post from forever ago about kissing in medieval society.

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#the well at the world's end #william morris #the well - book 2 chapter 20

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incalescentia · 2 years ago

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@tiny-as-a-firely // prev. post

“Jacques Maillet, 2013. The Savoie.” It’s the first thing he can bring himself to say since they had arrived and his voice cracked mid-sentence. Ava’s eyes bore into the side of his, begging to tell him something surely enough, but Conrad nervously grabbed his glass of water and chugged. He wished this was alcohol. “Eh, no. Something white. Red stains my teeth.” Dora likes red, you idiot. His thoughts were daggers aimed at James. What did Dora see in him? Conrad couldn’t imagine what they had in common. He had trouble speaking to James longer than twenty minutes on a good day. Always steering conversations toward himself, where he had traveled, what he has seen, and who he has been seen with. Standard New York socialite working a cushy corporate job given to him solely based off of his last name. Maybe Conrad was exaggerating. Maybe he shouldn’t be staring threateningly across the table. He hoped it wasn’t obvious. That he was jealous. It was jealousy. His gaze found Dora again, tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow in skepticism. Really? This guy? “What part of town did you live in before you left, Dora?” Ava questioned, sounding like she was getting into interrogation mode. Manhattan. St Marks Place and 1st Ave. In the apartment you’ve been to a hundred times, Ava. “Oh, my god. So we have all lived in this area and have never met until now. It’s funny how this city is, isn’t it?” Dora must have answered because Ava was rambling on with a laugh. The waiter interrupted to take our drink orders, a grace from God. James went against Conrad’s suggestion and chose an obnoxiously expensive white wine. They brought it out to them with haste, chilled in an ice bucket, and poured them each a glass. Standing tableside, waiting for each of them to have a taste before walking off. The way most snobby French restaurants did, where the rich and powerful pretended they knew anything about what they were drinking. Embarrassment washed over Conrad. He has spent his life surrounded by people like this. Technically, his parents were these people. But, to sit across from Dora and have her see him fully submerged in this world, one he always diverted away from, made him shrink in size. She didn’t belong here either. They should be at the Indian place two blocks from the apartment, where they would sit for hours and challenge each other on who could eat the spiciest curry. Conrad never won.

But would that be what Dora would want now? All these years later, to come back and fall into the same routines? It’s long enough that they might as well be strangers. Conrad doesn’t know a single detail about how she’s been living, except she had a job at the New Yorker. That James knew first. That she didn’t call him when she got the offer, or when her flight landed, or when she was mere minutes away. She didn’t want to see him. She doesn’t want you.

“Yeah, Dorothea —” James was smiling, prepared to boast about his new girlfriend, when Ava cut him off.

“Dorothea? That’s your full name? Dorothea Hawkins?” Gears were turning in Ava’s mind. It was the same look when they spent late nights at the offices consumed by thousand-paged literature and she discovered something worthwhile. Ava glanced between Dora, then Conrad, then Dora, then Conrad again. “That’s your fucking ex-wife, and you’re sitting here pretending it’s not? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Conrad?” Her words are venom, meant to poison Conrad. The least he could do was explain himself after spending the last year and a half with Ava. She deserved that. Not someone with his mouth half open, unable to produce any sound because he doesn’t want to scare off one person at this table and it’s not his fiancee. Center stage, all eyes on Conrad. Other dinner guests pretended they weren’t listening as Ava’s voice rose with dismay. “Wait, you were married? To Conrad?” James chimed in. He sounded more puzzled than angry until it clicked for him too. “That’s… messed up.”

When Conrad finally spoke, he couldn’t stare at anyone but Dora, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah, we were married.” There was plenty he could have added to that to calm the storm. That it didn’t matter they were married because that was five years ago and his feelings for Dora subsided long before he met Ava. That Dora forgot about him too. That they were adults and they could have this dinner without hitting repeat on history and stealing glances of affection. But he would be lying, and Conrad couldn’t do that. His silence was enough for Ava. “Screw you, Conrad.” She threw down her napkin in a fit of fury, pushed back her chair, and stormed out. James stood up with her, gawking with disbelief between the two. “I have to go after her.”

They were alone. Chest heaving with every deep breath. Neither waver their eyes from the other.

“Hawkins?” The edge of Conrad’s lips twitched; he almost smiled.

#『 i’ll be getting over you my whole life — conrathea 』#『 conrad x dorothea 』#tiny-as-a-firefly #tag ur it

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lyrics724 · 2 years ago

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Dorothea

[Intro] Oh Dorothea! Oh Dorothea! Oh Dorothea! Oh Dorothea! [Strophe 1] Man hatte dich schon fast vergessen In deiner kleinen Hütte, draußen, tief im Wald Du hast so gut wie nichts besessen Weil dir das Wissen mehr als jeder Reichtum galt [Strophe 2] Du warst so schön vor fünfzig Jahren Und hast dir damals schon nicht viel daraus gemacht Das Feuerrot kroch aus den Haaren Und hat erst Grau und…

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sims-and-counting · 2 years ago

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Meanwhile, at the Rhodes House....

Dorothea: Why on earth would you try to sneak out? And on a school night? I thought you were more responsible than that.

Juliet: MOM I’m 17 years old! I wanted to go out and you wouldn’t let me, what was I supposed to do?

Dorothea: I don’t mind if you go out on the weekend, but it’s a school night and you have an exam tomorrow! You’re grounded! You can either go study for your exam or help Faith with her project while I finish work. We can talk about this later.

Juliet: ugh.... fine!

... a few minutes later ...

Faith: Hi Julesy!

Juliet: Hey, Faith. Mom sent me to help you with... whatever you’re doing.

Faith: Really? YAY! I’m trying to make a volcano for my science project, but it’s really hard. Every time I try to make it explode, it doesn’t work! Oh - an I like your outfit! Can I borrow it?

Juliet: *laughs* When you’re a bit older, maybe. It would be massive on you now! Here, let’s see what we can do to make this volcano explode!

#gen5 #freedom diaries #Dorothea hastings #Juliet hastings #I have a head cannon that Juliet is going through her rebellious teen phase #but faith worships her and loves her #so Jules can't be mad or grumpy around her

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dorothea-wieck · 4 years ago

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1929 about 1927 film Hast Du geliebt am schönen Rhein?

#Dorothea Wieck #1920's #1920s #newspaper #Hast Du geliebt am schönen Rhein?

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nobilismare · 2 years ago

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@mercyburned ; starter

Ferdinand stretched his arms out above his head, his muscles stiff from lying on the... grass? When did he fall asleep in the first place? The least he would have done was go this his room and lie down on a proper bed. He assumed he was too exhausted that he simply fell asleep shortly after sitting here.

Yawning, he took a look at his surroundings only to find... nothing. No students roaming around, no chatting... There was no way he would have missed class otherwise someone would have woken him up by now, right?

As he stood up, he ran a hand through his hair and headed to the classroom of the Black Eagles but upon arrival he realized that no one was there. Luckily one of the guards stumbled upon him, questioning him why he was here and mentioned that the funeral was being held at the chapel. How could he have missed that? It was disrespectful that he did not share his condolensces with the bereaved so he made haste to the chapel.

Upon arrival, he spotted a familiar face, dressed in different clothing from her usual school uniform. ”Dorothea, you are here. I apologize for arriving late. I cannot believe I fell asleep when there was an important event going on.”

#mercyburned #✰. | character . ferdinand #✩. | v. post-timeskip #( can't believe he's late to his own funeral )

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 3 years ago

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Dark Waltz

Dance me into the night

Underneath the moon shining so bright

Turning me into the light

Time dancers whirling past

I gaze through the looking glass

And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

Sacred geometry

Where movement is poetry

Visions of you and me forever

“Dark Waltz” - Hayley Westenra

Dorothea dared to let out a small sigh, as she looked upon her guests in the main hall, where all the dancing was taking place.

Guests were coming and going from the ballroom, their anonymity guaranteed by the colorful masks they all wore, and yet, in what could be considered only an ironic twist, her own secrecy was compromised.

As Hostess of the Ball, all the participants knew who she was on sight.

It didn’t help that her mother, the ever fashionable, ever forward Countess Annette Ingrid Bielke, had insisted that she was to wear a daring cascade of deep burgundy and wintery white satin, embroidered with silken roses and lilies, each of those exquisite marvels covered in small diamonds to mimic the sparkle of the morning dew on their petals.

"Du lyser som en stjärna, sötnos, en riktig diamond i skyn,” (You shine like a star, sweetling, a proper diamond in the sky) her mother had told her earlier that evening, while decorating her silvery blonde ringlets with real red and white roses, most certainly coming from her hothouse.

“Tack, Mamma.” Dorothea had answered, feigning an enthusiasm she didn’t feel. “Will there be many gentlemen?”

”Quite a few, but only the crème de la crème. I insisted with your father that even the Members of the Swedish Rite were to come to ask for your hand in marriage, and so many have answered! You will see, my darling: you will have the best time of your life tonight, and your father will have his own hands full, come morning!”

‘Considering the fortune and the status that would land in their pockets, once married into our family, I have no doubt about their eagerness. Too bad this whole charade is completely useless and will serve no one,’ she had thought, but she had let her words die before they could reach her mouth: no reason to sour her mother’s mood with her own sulking before the ball.

The state of her own spirit was something that she didn’t wish to pour on anyone, let alone her loving, devoted mother.

Even now, in the middle of the celebrations, as she twirled around with all those gentlemen asking her for a dance, her lips were painted with the most cordial smile she could muster; but her soul was as restless as the churning waves of the sea around Dover during that time of the year.

Her eyes kept looking at that crowd of people - so colorful and extravagant to rival in beauty with the exotic birds of the Amazonian forests across the Atlantic Ocean - and discard that whimsical parade entirely, searching instead for the dark robes of the Rook that had taken her heart and soul, looking for his mischievous grin and those playful hazel eyes that were her whole world.

‘I need to get out of here,’ Dorothea thought while gracefully curtsying in front of her suitor, as the second dance she had shared with him had come to an end.

All she wanted was a moment of quietness to soothe her yearning heart from the absence of the only man that could placate the storm she had inside.

Nodding toward her guests while trying to hide the haste she felt to escape that revelry, she made way through the crowd out of the ballroom. With the corner of her eyes, she saw Phillip Starrick, her cousin, trapped in a conversation with Brudenell and Twopenny, and she silently thanked the Heavens for that little miracle. He was so apt in prying into other people’s affairs, the last thing she wanted was for him to get whiff that she was looking for someone she wasn’t supposed to look for: a gang leader, an Assassin...a Bane of the Darkness.

Trying to pace herself, she reached the immense grand foyer, majestic with the family’s portraits decorating the walls, its twin staircases in marble and the precious burgundy carpets covering the steps, and the chandelier hanging above her head, sparkling with the soft light of the candles.

“You are leaving the celebration already, Mademoiselle Starrick?” Dorothea heard Victor Dorian’s booming voice echoing from the first floor of the foyer.

Sighing, she put on her face her most gracious smile as she stopped in her tracks: so much for trying to escape the ballroom without attracting any kind of undesired attention.

While waiting for him to descend the flight of stairs, she observed the imposing man she had known ever since she had been but a young child: even with a mask on, it would have been impossible not to recognize the French Templar. With his imposing height and build, he was one of the most extraordinaries myrmidons in her father’s regime, second only to her own mentor Byron; and yet, his eyes always twinkled with kindness and his disposition was one of the gentlest and most placid she had ever witnessed in a man, and his soul was among the most compassionate ones. If there was a Templar she trusted her life with, among the men that served under her father, that Templar was Victor Auguste Dorian.

“Are you feeling well, Mademoiselle?” he asked, furrowing his brow, his voice low and soothing as he bowed in front of her. “You look in distress,”

“I-I am quite alright,Victor,” she babbled, squaring her shoulders in order to compose herself. ”I am merely in need to breathe some fresh air. All that dancing can be extremely tiresome,”

“So I have been told,” he chuckled, before leaning down toward her and saying, with a conspiratory voice. “And I couldn’t help but notice that Monsieur Starling has been stomping around quite a lot, tonight, if I may be so bold to say,”

She was barely able to respress a snort. “That poor man, my dear Victor: he is as charming as he is handsome, but he was not graced with the skills required to dance around with a gentlelady. I dread the idea of having to entertain another dance with him: my poor feet would not be able to survive another waltz,”

Victor chuckled, as he offered her his left arm.

“Perhaps you might find yourself to be more inclined to dance with another gentleman...someone that knows you and how to move with the same grace of a wolf, I daresay,”

Dorothea smiled at that: indeed that would be exactly what her heart yearned for.

“Why, Monsieur: are you offering to be my partner for the next dance?” she jested.

“As much as I would be honoured to be the one leading you in the ballroom, I am afraid it is not my place, Mademoiselle; Monsieur Starrick has mandated that only the ones with the prospect of becoming your intended are to dance with you,”

Dorothea took a deep sigh and closed her eyes, grateful to be wearing a mask: if she had managed for a moment to forget the malaise of her soul, now the very thoughts that had caused it came back to her in full.

And all she could see, behind closed eyelids, was her gang leader as he smiled his sardonic, ferine smile, his deep voice filling her ears with his throaty laughter. All she wanted was to be in his arms.

“Mademoiselle...forgive me for being so forward, but you seem to be truly in disquiet, tonight,”

She shook her pale ringlets and forced herself to smile.

“It must be the moon, mon ami. I always feel more wistful whenever she is at her fullest,”

The imposing man nodded with understanding.

“Indeed, Mademoiselle. She does have a mesmerising allure on all of us that, well...happen to be blessed with her favour,”

Dorothea stared at the Master Templar with a knowing look: for a moment, the man’s dark eyes had sparkled of a golden, almost unnatural light.And she had seen that light only in the eyes of another man.

The very one her heart was yearning for.

Her Jacob.

“Victor, your eyes-” she warned, looking around to see if anyone had noticed anything. “If they were to discover you-”

“Ne vous inquiétez pas pour mes yeux, Mademoiselle la Comtesse,” he reassured her, his smile growing wider. “I know my secret is safe with you, just like yours is safe with me. Now, if you allow me, I shall escort you to a quiet place where, I am certain, you shall find comfort and peace for a little while,”

“But my father-”she started.

“Your father won’t know about this. You have my word as a Dorian,” he assured her.

Dorothea risked to glance once more inside the ballroom: she caught sight of her mother and father, twirling around on the dance floor as if the whole world had disappeared around them, engrossed as they were into each other’s eyes. Relieved that she would indeed be able to have a few moments of quiet solitude, Dorothea took his arm, as he let the man guide her through the rooms of the ground floor of the Manor. She looked around, nodding and curtsying whenever she met a member of the Legion.

When she had first seen the list her mother and father had compiled for her, she couldn’t believe them to be serious. Now, as she peeked into each room of her labyrinthic house, her gaze meeting that of all those warlords, she realized that her parents had indeed been deadly serious: not a single member of the Legion of the Dusk Executioners- the most ancient extant Organization of Hunters within the Templar Order- had been left out.

Dorothea knew why they were there: to participate in the ball,to be sure; but judging from the gleaming of the silver crosses and the weapons barely concealed underneath the garments, all those Hunters were there to keep the Banes of the Darkness - werewolves, vampires, ghouls, anything that was born from the Shadows- out of the Manor.

She also knew that her parents wanted her to marry someone within the Order. The Starrick had been Executioners for generations: her own father, before ascending to the role of Grand Master, had been the one to lead the Legion, alongside her mother.

Now, she thought, it’s expected of me as well: to marry an Executioner and give birth to the next generation of Hunters for the Legion.

A small smile appeared on her face, amidst the melancholy. ‘If they only knew where my heart lies and that such a thing shall never come to pass,’

Moments later, Dorothea and Victor stopped in front of a sumptuous tapestry, her favourite since childhood: it portrayed a time long lost, when unicorns and griffins and dragons still inhabited their lands. She knew that, behind that exquisite work of embroidery, a small hidden door stood.

She recognized immediately.

“Why this room, Victor?” she asked, turning to look at the man with a quizzical look in her eyes.

His lips thinned in a warm smile.

“I have been told that it’s the quietest place in the house. One most...private, if you will. One where it’s possible to gaze upon the Moon in all tranquillity,”

She looked at him for one moment longer, but before she could say anything, they heard Phillip’s ringing voice coming from the grand foyer.

“I think this is my hint to flee,” Dorothea jested. “And I can count on your discretion, even with my cousin?”

“Not a word shall leave my lips, Mademoiselle,” he said, mimicking the sealing of his lips with an imaginary key. He then leaned toward her, once more in a cospiratory tone.“Yours wouldn’t be the only saddened heart tonight, if anyone were to discover you,”

Her eyes widened. “Victor, what are you talking about?”

He glanced at her, smiling one last time.

“Enjoy your evening, Mademoiselle. Maybe, behind this door, you will not only find what you need, but also what you want. One might never know,”

Bowing flamboyantly, he took his leave and swiftly disappeared from her sight, before Dorothea had the chance to ask him anything.

She felt her heart galloping in her chest as she pondered about his words, but stopped herself before hope was to grow within her soul: the Moon was too close to be full for Jacob to actually be there. Victor was just messing around with her.

She disappeared behind the tapestries. As she closed the door behind herself, she leaned against it, resting the back of her head against the smooth wooden surface as she let out a sigh of both relief and yearning.

“If only, dear Monsieur. If only. The Heavens alone know how much I want him to be here with me,”

When she turned, she let her gaze wander: the darkness of the parlour was softened by the gleam of what seemed to be hundreds of candles, disposed on tall candelabras all around the place with meticulous order. Their flickering light, reflecting in the tall mirrors that hang on the walls, created an oneiric atmosphere, one taken directly from her many dreams. Even in the dim penumbra, she could see an edge of warm burgundy and glittering gold that came from the paint used on the wall.

As she expected, the room was completely empty, devoid of any furniture but the candelabras, her pianoforte and a few loveseats and chaise lounges against the walls, as per her father’s order.

With only the sound of her heels against the wooden floor to accompany her, Dorothea reached for the high windows that faced the maze in the back garden of the Manor and rested her hands on the windowsill. She raised her gaze and looked outside, staring with resignation at the winter sky that was so clear that night, the stars sparkling and twinkling in their silent splendour.

The Moon, so beautiful in her silvery light, was almost at its fullest: only a thin sliver was missing.

Her hand wandered to the old medallion that hung at her neck, in a gesture she often did without thinking: attached to the same silken ribbon, just beside the golden locket, was a small shilling, the most precious object she possessed together with the content of her medallion.

She caressed the cold surface of the old coin, feeling the filigree through the silken gloves she wore, and she pressed it against her lips, closing her eyes in a pained expression, hidden by the domino mask she wore.

Dorothea knew that Jacob couldn’t be among the participants, if not for the Warlords roaming around the Mansion, then because of the Moon shining above.

She still remembered that October night when she had been the involuntary witness of his transformation under those silvery beams: the pain on his face as all his body was pervaded by an incessant tremors, jaw clenched so tight she thought the muscles of his neck would snap in two; his raspy deep voice crawling out of his throat, transmuted into a senseless growl as he called for her to help him, all humanity leaving his warm eyes in place of a cold feral fury that no force on Earth could ever hope to restrain.

And yet, despite the gargantuan shape he had assumed, despite the sharpened claws and biting fangs, despite everything he had become, when she had looked deep into his gaze, she had still been able to see him, a silent plea not to be left alone.

He wasn’t the mindless beast her father had always wanted her to believe.

Jacob was still Jacob.

He was still there, whining on the ground, begging not to be hurt, so that he might not hurt any innocent soul in return.

All of sudden, the rustling of velvety curtains caught her attention and took her away from her thoughts.

Out of instinct, her hand went immediately to the small knife coated in silver that she always kept on her person. She had never had a reason to use it and she hated it, but her father had been adamant that she was to carry one nevertheless.

“Victor?” she called, ear tensed to hear her surroundings.

Maybe it had been someone passing just outside the room.

Maybe it had been Antoinette, her mother’s cat.

An amused chuckle came from the corner on her right, where her piano was located.

Heart in her throat, she let out a sigh of relief. She would recognize that chuckle anywhere.

“Goldilocks, lower the knife... It’s me,”

The gravelly husked voice was deeper than she remembered it being, raspier even; yet it still retained that sweet undertone he always had whenever he talked to her. It was so deep and warm, it sent chills of pleasure running down her spine, her skin prickling with warmth from her cheeks all the way to her neck.

As she lowered the weapon, Dorothea turned to look with anticipation to the corner where that voice had come, and despite the lack of illumination, she immediately saw him, her heart racing in her chest.

“You gave me a fright, Jacob!” she whispered, tossing the dagger as far away from them as possible without hesitation, before running straight into the man’s open arms.

“Sorry about that, love. It wasn’t my intention. And sorry for the delay...I had to find a way around those guard dogs that are patrollin’ the Manor and it took me longer than I expected,”

“Delay? I was not expecting you to be here at all, with the Moon almost at her fullest!”

Dorothea felt her heart leap in her chest, and when she saw him smiling, she knew he could feel it too. Her cheeks burned as she looked at him, studying his face with both longing and concern: his eyes were gleaming of a blazing golden light that would put any golden jewel to shame; his face, still raggedy handsome, didn’t conceal any of the wolfish shadows barely hidden underneath the mask of humanity he was presenting; his mutton chops were much thicker than normal,and even without his top hat, he stood at least a whole foot taller than normal: all signs that his transformation was imminent.

“Oh, my darling love, what are you doing here?” she whispered. “ It could be dangerous! The entire Legion has been invited! They could have seen you! I cannot bear to entertain even the thought that they might discover you and hurt you!”

He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it with fervent reverence, but she saw his eyes turning sad.

“I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see you. You know what happens, each time the “beast” takes over. It could be days before I’m myself again,” he murmured, pulling her gently against himself. He kissed her temple, lingering as he always did.“We’re bound by secrecy, you and I, but I’ve missed you, Goldilocks. I had to see you. I..I needed to see you,”

Dorothea felt an edge in his voice, an echo of the melancholy she had seen in his gaze.

“This is not only about seeing me before the Full Moon, Jacob, am I right?”

He hesitated for one moment, his jaw clenching with ire. When he spoke again, he growled, flashing his fangs.

“Word’s out that your father has invited plenty of lechers to choose as your husband...I may have gotten a little territorial at the news,”

Unable to stop the flattered blush that spread on her face, she sighed, bringing her hand to caress his cheek, her thumbs running on the ridge where his scar was as she tried to bring him comfort.

“No need for that, my love. Officially, this is but a simple Masquerade, and unofficially...well, my parents are seeking to wed me off, that is true. I am of age, so it is expected of them,” she gave him a wicked grin. “But we both know, you and I, that no matter how many gentlemen I shall dance with, I will choose no one as my husband. No one can compare with the one I happen to fancy already,”

“Oh? So is that the reason, Goldilocks?” he murmured feigning ignorance, looking at her with a playful light in his ferine eyes.“Your heart’s already set on someone?”

“Possibly,” she giggled. “Someone extremely incautious-”

“I’d have said ‘particularly darin’ and extremely handsome’,”

She continued, rolling her eyes with a smile.“-charming, incautious and a proper rascal for wandering inside a Manor crawling with Executioners and this close to the full moon,”

“What can I say? I’m known for never shunnin’ a good ol’ Templar ball, especially when my wife is the Hostess,”he said, laughing, pressing another kiss to her temple.

At that comment, Dorothea blushed from pleasure.

“Must be the reason why I don’t hold as many as I should, with my husband so busy coming and disrupting them,”

“I distinctly remember not disruptin’ our own wedding, though,”

“That is indeed true. If anything, you have made it as close to a dream as humanly possible,” Dorothea chuckled, her hand shooting up to her shilling instinctively. His eyes followed the movement, and he couldn’t repress a low, unapologetic titter.

“You’re still wearin’ that? Not the first pick of jewelry I’d have chosen to go with your dress,” he joked.

“It was the only possible choice. Nothing is more precious to me than this,'' She defended the small piece of jewelry. “This is yours. You wore it around your neck for so many years, it was a part of you. And when you gave it to me to keep, on the day we married, it became a part of me as well. It’s all I have to keep you close to me, my charming, daring Wolfman,”

Jacob listened intently, tightening his grip around her small body. When he spoke, his voice was a deep rumbling growl.

“I can only imagine your parents’ happiness if they were to know about this, what with that whole assembly of Lords and nincompoops they want to marry you to, ”

“As if they ever had a say when it comes to the dictates of my heart,” she said, caressing his cheek to placate his disquiet. “Jacob...we have known each other for so many years. We have known each other ever since we were two adolescents, years before the curse took hold of you. I have loved you for so long, and by some miracle, you decided to love me in return, despite knowing who my family was. I could never love anyone but you. Not another man, and certainly not anyone belonging to the Legion,"

“We both took an enormous gamble with this love, Goldilocks,”

“One I would take each day of my life,” she asserted. But her voice cracked, when she spoke again. “Do you...do you regret this? Having married me?”

He pressed his forehead against hers, his large hands cradling her face as his thumbs brushed her jawline.A sweet tenderness found its way on his features, softening his expression.

“Not for one moment. I still dream about that day, y’ know, Goldilocks? When I become-” he hesitated, lowering his face almost in shame. “When the beast takes over, you becomin’ my wife is all I have to keep me grounded. You’re all the humanity that’s left in me,”

“Oh, Jacob, my own soul!” Words choked in her throat as she felt her heart tighten in her chest. Dorothea knew she could always bear her own ailments of spirit: she would just square her shoulders and chin up, ready to face the world. But seeing that lingering sadness in Jacob’s eyes, knowing, even for one moment, that melancholy and heartache and solitude dwelled in his heart...that was something that hurt her even more than her own pain.

“My love, you don’t know what I would give to be with you when the Moon is full, to be able to carry that burden alongside with you! I beg of you: allow me to! If you would only let me-”

He shook his head, caressing her cheeks, ever careful not to graze her with his sharp claws.

“The last thing I want is to pass this curse to you,” he said softly.

“I am not afraid of it,” she answered with an immovable voice. “I have never been afraid of it. I saw what happened to you that night: I was there and I saw it all. And I didn’t run. I still presented myself at the altar, vowing in front of God Himself to be your devoted wife, no matter what. And given the choice, you know I would do it over and over again.”

“I know, love...and you call me incautious,”He chuckled, his heart swelling with love for her.

“It takes one to know one,”

“You don’t look like it, but you’re one of the most stubborn women I’ve ever met, Lady Starrick”

She rolled her eyes with a smile, tiptoeing to press a kiss on his clavicle, finding that sweet spot where his pulse was, while wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He felt a pool of warmth in forming his loins at those kisses. Her determination and sweetness were something that always stirred the deepest of passion within his soul.

“It’s Mrs. Frye, my darling. And I know you love me for it” she whispered, smiling the crooked smile that made him weak.

“Of this, my love, you shall never doubt,” he growled, before giving in into his desire for her. He dove down to kiss her deeply while pulling her against himself and interlacing his fingers with hers as he pinned her hand against the wall behind her, scratching the paint with his claws. He lingered on her lips until both of them needed to breathe again.

When her mask grazed against his nose one time too many, he let out a growl of irritation.

“Let me get rid of this frippery here,” he murmured.“Let me see my wife’s face,”

Jacob let his fingers wander through her hair, his nails scraping against her nape as he tugged at the silken ribbon that kept the domino mask on her face, and a smile spread on his lips when he saw her lovely features in full.

“..And here’s where all your freckles were hidin’,” he purred, before leaning down and kissing her cheeks and the tip of her nose, in that adoring way that always made Dorothea’s heart flutter.

“Would you believe that my mother suggested I scrub them with lemon until they disappeared?”

He stopped in his trail and kept her face cradled in his large hands, his eyes suddenly burning with an indignation he didn’t even try to hide.

“Good thing you never listen to her.” He growled. He stared at her for a moment longer, sighing before resting his forehead against hers. “Don’t you dare do anythin’ to them. They are beautiful, Dottie,”

She smiled, before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

“If anything, I would not touch them because you love them. But you are biased,”

Unable to resist her, more kisses followed with each word that came out of their mouth, as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m not biased, I’m in love with you,” he whispered against her lips, his voice a soft purr that drowned in their kiss.

“Doubly biased, then, husband,”

Suddenly Jacob’s head snapped to the side when he heard someone passing by the window outside, and Dorothea dragged him even more in the darkness.They both tensed their ears, when they heard a roar of excited voices coming from the main hall.

“What in the world is going on?” Dorothea whispered, keeping Jacob as close to herself as possible. She knew she wouldn’t be able to protect him in any way if anything were to happen; still, she couldn’t stop from worrying for him and do all that she could to keep him safe.

She waited for a few moments, expecting a thunderous stampede headed toward the hidden room. But the only sound that came was that of rumbling applause. Her eyes widened when a sudden realization hit her.

“Oh, High Heavens! This is surely Viola starting the sword dance with Victor! She will never forgive me if I were to miss it! She has spent weeks preparing for it!”

Jacob smiled as he kept her against his chest, his hands brushing against her arms in a comforting gesture.

“I think she won’t mind and she won’t be mad at you...she knows you're here with me,”

“But she does not know!”

Jacob smiled once more and she saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.

It was then that it dawned on her. “She knows I am here, because Victor knew you would be here,”

Jacob nodded, as he kissed her temple. “And the sword dance is her way of gathering all the guests in the main hall, distractin’ them so that we can have as much time alone here as we need,”

“And Viola never told me anything about this.” she scoffed, shaking her ringlets with a smile of amused incredulity on her face.

“Don’t be crossed with her, love. She wanted this to be a surprise,”

“I could never be crossed with Viola nor Victor, with all they have done for us,” she chuckled, nuzzling against his chest. They stood against one another for a little while longer, ears still tensed to capture any sounds coming from their surroundings.

They noticed the applause and the shouts had started to subdue, and the music of a violin and a piano started to fill all the halls, reaching even their secluded parlor.

“Your father didn’t set you up for playin’ tonight? Why, I’m astonished! You would’ve ensnared those jackanapes that he so eagerly desires to be his sons-in-law much faster,”

Jacob sounded as if he was joking, but Dorothea could feel that edge of territoriality still present in his voice. Gently, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to give him some comfort from her presence, tiptoeing again to kiss his neck, the only part of his skin that she could reach.

“No, my love. Tonight I was only to dance, and Father was adamant about it. ‘Time to find yourself a proper husband, pumpkin, and give me and your mother some grandchildren',” she said, puffing up her chest as she mimicked her father’s tone, hoping to cheer him up. “As if! He will grow bald before that is ever going to happen,”

Suddenly, a grin appeared on his face and he leaned down until his lips were a whisper away from hers.

“Maybe it won’t happen in the way he expects to...but just wait until the full moon has passed, Goldilocks, and you and I can start workin’ on it...” he slowly murmured with his deep, raucous voice, in that tone that always caused Dorothea’s knees to wobble, as his hand trailed over her womb. She felt her whole face become an intense shade of purple, her mouth dry, the grip on her stomach so intense all air left her chest.

All her thoughts immediately ran to the last time they had tumbled together in bed; his hands clasped on her wrists, pinning them against the mattress as he rocked into her, alternating slow teasing thrusts with powerful pushes, his mouth on hers to drown all her pleas for release and more pleasure, taking all that he gave her with eagerness and impatience, wrapped as they were in the deepest of embraces two lovers could share.

She felt her face grow even redder than before. She glanced at him, giggling nervously when she saw his mischievous smile. He knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Oh, do not give me that look,” she muttered. “I will find a way to make you blush, Jacob, or my name is not Dorothea Marianne Frye,”

He grinned even more. “I’ll wait for you to make me blush impatiently, Goldilocks, after the moon will start to wane. As for now, since your father’s so impatient for you to dance around with the man that’s to be your husband,” he chuckled, as he took a step back, performing a whimsical bow and offering her his hand.“My Lady Starrick, may I have the honour of this dance?”

Dorothea fluttered her eyelashes, laughing with pure delight.

“I thought you would never ask, my darling Wolfman,”

She took away her silken gloves, leaving them behind. She didn’t care about etiquette, she didn’t care about the rules, she didn’t fear his claws: she wanted to feel his warm skin against hers. She brought one hand on his shoulder, gently gripping on his coat, and she saw a smile open on Jacob’s face as he tilted his head to kiss the tips of her fingers, lingering as he always did. She then saw him wrap his hand, so big and warm, around hers, his grip firm as the other found its way on the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.

Dorothea felt her chest heave with anticipation, her heart beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings, precisely like the first time she had felt the comforting warmth of his arms as they engulfed her in the deepest of embraces.

When Jacob swayed on the side, staring straight into her eyes, in a moment of time that seemed eternal, she finally felt safe and sound.

After a moment of silence, a deep hum, born into his chest, found its way to his lips.

The light in Dorothea’s eyes grew softer, as she recognized the melody.

It was a waltz. Their waltz. The one she herself had composed for them years before, the very same that had accompanied them the night of their first kiss.

“The Dark Waltz,” Dorothea sighed, letting her husband lead her around, his steps sure and precise, graceful even.

“The only possible choice, love,” Jacob answered her, echoing her words, before resuming his humming for both of them, his deep voice reverberating through his throat.

With each twirl, Jacob would bring her hand to his lips, kissing it with immense love, never breaking eye contact with her, both blissfully oblivious of the time passing by as they completely closed off the world around them for those moments that were only theirs.

Nothing else mattered, but the beating of their hearts, their souls finally touching each time their eyes met, after so many days of forced separation that burdened their spirits with rueful sorrow.

In those moments as they swayed away, whirling and twirling together, their heartbeat the only other melody they followed, it was as if they were the only living souls in the world.

“I still think that it was hazardous of you to be out tonight...but I am so happy you came to me ,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest, feeling his strong heart against her cheek. “I missed you more than I can say,”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Goldilocks,” he answered back, kissing her hair and resting his cheek on the top of her head as he led her around. “The moment Victor showed me the invitation, I knew I'd be here, no matter what. Tonight I ran as fast as I could. Not even the full Moon could stop me from being with you, at least for a little while,”

“Can we stay like this forever? You and I, dancing like this all night?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“I wish,” he murmured. “But I wager someone would notice if you were to disappear all of sudden, love,”

She heard him chuckle, but when she raised her head, she saw sorrow painted on his face.

“What is it?” she asked, frowning with concern.

He sighed as he lowered his face to nuzzle his nose against her neck in hope to find some comfort from her proximity. But her perfume, that sweet scent of neroli and orange blossom that was hers and hers alone, caused an aching echo in his soul. Too many evenings he had spent alone, thinking of her, with only a handkerchief soaked with her perfume to remind him that she was somewhere in London, far away from him.

He looked up again, his golden eyes shimmering in the candle light.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, his heart aching in his chest to the point he thought it would break.”I can’t bear to think that your father will marry you off to some sod, renderin’ all that we have void,”

“My darling ...You are my husband, and nothing on Earth will ever annul this,” she said. “You will never lose me. Not now, not ever,”

“Only you and I are aware of this. Your father won’t stop organizing these balls until he has found a proper husband for you,”

“Then I shall be a spinster in the eyes of everyone, dancing my life away in rejection of all those buffoons. In due time, I might buy a cat or two as well, if Mops allows,” she chuckled, joking. But when she saw he wouldn’t smile, she turned serious as well. That issue was bothering him more than he would say, she could tell by the feral grimace on his pursed lips. Jacob had never been one to be too jealous or possessive, but ever since the curse took hold of him, his territoriality had multiplied tenfolds.

“There is one way for us to be together.” she suggested, hesitantly. “I...I could become like you,”

He shook his head again, frowning.

“No, Dorothea. I told you already, this is out of the question!”

“It would be my choice,” she tried to explain.

“You don’t know what you would find yourself int-”

“Don’t I?” she interrupted, squaring her shoulders and tilting her chin up. “Jacob, I participate in every assembly my father calls upon; I hear every report, every planned mission, every single thing that the Executioners do to the Banes of Darkness. I have to sit beside Father and endure a straight face, hoping that no one is ever to see even just a hint of all that I carry within me. I sit through all that praying with all that I am to never hear your name thumble from their lips, trying with all my might to drown my fears, lingering in the impossibility of reaching you to make sure that you are safe and sound!” She let out a shaky breath, before carrying on. “I spend every full Moon in terror that someone might hurt you, torture you, kill you, take you away from me! So, when I say that I want to become a Werewolf, do not think of me as senseless or as mindless as a child carried away by the heat of the moment. I know plenty well what I would find myself into, what it would mean. And I am still standing here, asking you to let me become as you are, so that we can fight this war together...so that we can be together, as husband and wife should. What good of a wife am I, if I cannot support you when you need me the most? I am no better than a doll left in her little house to be covered in dust!”

Jacob sighed, cradling her face in his hands, unable to stop the pride - the love - he felt in his heart at his wife’s words, as all her sentiments engulfed him like warm, summer rain on his skin.

His loyal, stubborn, impossibly adorable wife to whom he couldn’t refuse anything and that he loved more than life itself.

“I just want to keep you safe,” he murmured, daring to kiss her lips for a sweet moment.

“Don’t you think that I want the same for you? To be able to keep you as safe as I can?”

“I know you do. But now you’re safe here, as protected as you can be, even if it’s my enemies, the ones to protect you. If you were to become like me, if you were to become a Child of the Moon, a Bane of the Darkness, they’d hunt you down, regardless of who your father is. Do you hear me, Dorothea? They’d hunt you down, stopping at nothing until they brought your head back as a trophy! I-I don’t want this for you!”

Impassible, Dorothea took his hands in hers, letting her fingertips trail on his claws. Jacob froze in his spot, terrified that she might scratch herself on purpose, but released a huff of relief when he saw her trailing away toward his palms.

“I have evaluated everything that needed to be considered, my darling, exactly as I did when we became man and wife. I made my choice then. I am making my choice now. And I will find a way, Jacob; you know I always find a way to make things happen,”

Wrapping his hands around hers as he brushed his thumbs against her skin, he shook his head, letting out a small sigh.

“You are so impossibly stubborn-”

“I would have said ‘resilient’, ” she chuckled, echoing their exchange from before.

Jacob couldn’t help but smile with her.

“It would be a life in the shadows, love” he whispered with a softer tone. Dorothea saw something shifting within his eyes, and she knew she was winning.

“Better a life in the shadow with you, than an existence in the sun with them,” she answered, resolute, immovable as a mountain against the wind.

He sighed. “Will anythin’ I say change your mind?”

“Nothing whatsoever,” she brought his hand to her lips and kissed his palm, before pressing it against her cheek. “This is all I am asking of you, Jacob: to allow me to be one with you, mind and soul and heart bounded together by the Moon and her Song,”

He gave her a fond look, as he brushed away a wayward silvery lock of hair from her brow, not saying anything.

“It is either this or I shall ask Viola to turn me into a vampire, and I know she will not make such a great fuss about it,” she joked, poking his rib.

The outraged grimace on Jacob’s face almost made Dorothea burst into laughter.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her to keep her pressed against his body.

“Try me, Mr. Frye,” she smirked, smugly."You will find that there are not so many lines I am not willing to cross, if it means to finally be with you as God intended,"

“But...a vampire?”

She giggled, unable to resist in front of his indignant face.

“Yes, even a vampire,”

Jacob sighed. The Heavens only knew how much he wanted her to be with him properly, finally able to be together as they should have been from the moment they had become husband and wife, running together side by side, wings at their feet and freedom as their guide. Gazing down toward her, he couldn’t help but marvel at the strength of heart and will of iron Dorothea hid within herself. The thought that she was ready to dive head first willingly into constant danger, into a life of pain and suffering with him - for him - had him nearly drowning in all the love he felt for her.

“We’ll do this the next Full Moon, with Victor and the rest of the pack present, then” he finally agreed. “I can’t run the risk of havin’ a vampire for a wife. That’s Victor’s choice of life,” he added with a deep, growly chuckle, tightening his arms around her.

“You would have loved me even if I were a vampire, admit it,” Dorothea giggled, as a smile of pure joy appeared on her lips, her whole face brightening up as if the sun itself was shining upon her.

He quirked his mouth, pretending to think about it.

“I won’t deny nor confirm this preposterous insinuation,” Jacob grumbled, as he took her once more in his arms and started to sway again, spinning her around as gracefully as the ballerina on her music box, picking up the song that was playing in the distance.

“I will take that as a yes, then, oh husband of mine,” Dorothea chortled, her laughter bubbling up directly from the heart.

Jacob looked at her, fully basking in the warmth of her laugh, the sweetest sound to touch his heart. Making her a Werewolf was not what he had anticipated.

It was reckless.

It was dangerous.

It was a folly.

And yet, deep down, he knew that Dorothea was right. If they were to be together as they wished, she had to cross over to his world. Her world was forever lost to him the moment he had turned into a Bane of Darkness. But ever since stumbling into that endless night against his will, he had now found a small light to keep him afloat, filling him with hope, already alleviating the burden that came with his curse: his wife, his Dorothea, with her willingness to take his hand and follow him into that gloomy forest that was the future ahead of them.

He made her twirl one last time, before pulling her toward him, making her plop against his chest.

“On one thing you are right,though,” he murmured, smiling softly.

“Oh? And what is it, my darling?”

He leaned down to brush his lips against hers.”I would love you in any way, shape or form. Always had, always will,”

“For always, my darling?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with sentiment.

“For always, Dottie,” he answered, pushing his lips against hers in the deepest of kisses.

*draws sigh of relief*

And here it is my latest fic, Dark Waltz, inspired by this ask that my dear friend @giuliettaluce sent me! The moment I saw the ask in my inbox, I knew I would have never been able to write only 5 sentences, because that ask SPOKE TO MY SOUL. The title itself is a reference to Miss Hayley Westerna's song, the very first song I listened to when I first started to created and brainstorms Dorothea for Jacob. It holds a dear place in my heart, and as far as I am concerned, that song, along with "Temple of Thought" are Jacob and Dottie's official themes, so to speak.

I had to do a little bit of worldbuilding for this story, so I basically created an AU for my own Moonlight Kissed!AU. So, in this case, Jacob is an Assassin, instead of a Templar, and Dorothea is still human instead of being born a Werewolves.

I truly hope you will like it. I had truly lots of fun writing it, and I got emotional a couple of time, but this is normal, considering how deep I went with my own emotions (and I went pretty deep, lemme tell you).

well, again, I hope you will like it!

--Nemo

You can read it also on AO3!!!!

Note: Viola Ivanovna belongs to my dear @lunavadash-creates

#Jacob Frye #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #dorothea starrick #My Oc #Jottie!AU #Werewolf!AU #Moonlight Kissed!AU #assassin's creed #ac syndicate

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there were certain things that came with being the newly instated duke of aegir that ferdinand could not, in truth, admit to being proud of. its predecessor, for one. for all that his father had… contributed to the advancement of the empire ( and ferdinand could not deny that he had ) , the deposed duke aegir’s corrupt manner had also spread like a rot, infiltrating and infesting, spreading its filth as it went, carving out a home for itself in the many dark corners of his administration.

it’d taken ferdinand the better part of a year upon his return to even begin pulling the weeds out by its roots. ferdinand had found the work regretful, but unfortunately necessary, and so he did it without complaint. he did miss his friends — the black eagles, left to his own devices as he had been to sort out the affairs his father had left rather a mess of in his haste to escape the consequences of his actions — but ferdinand made do with their occasional letters, as meager a substitute those were compared to their company.

that said, the things of aegir that ferdinand can be proud of vastly outnumber the former. ( as the former was mostly his father and thus rather easily overshadowed. ) a scene in particular unfolds, especially vivid in his mind’s eye.

he blinks, and it’s gone.

ferdinand catches himself then : he had not meant for his mind to wander.

whilst on the topic of correspondence, he should really return his attention to this one. after scanning it once more, ferdinand concludes the long and short of it as such : dorothea plans to visit. she was, in fact, already on her way, with hopes to arrive on — oh, dear. hopefully his moment of distraction will not cost so much as to miss her arrival, ferdinand hopes, already striding for the stables with plans to escort her to his home.

his timing is fortunate enough to catch her on the journey, and as his gaze lifts to the skies in gratitude, the vivid scene flashes once more. he pauses, considering.

“ do you have some time to spare, dorothea? i have something to show you before we head to my home. ”

he offers her a hand and pulls her onto his own horse, sending the carriage she had been in ahead to the manor. from there, their journey up the cliffs is an easy one, the familiar smell of salt and sight of the sea and the sensation of the breeze guiding him. ferdinand pulls his steed to a halt when they reach the edge of the cliff, dismounting and helping dorothea do the same. the sea spreads out below them as the sun begins to kiss it in the horizon. it’s all he pictured in his mind, and with dorothea there, it’s more.

then, it becomes only a matter of waiting.

❝ i had no idea the view from up here would be so breathtaking. ❞

at her pronouncement, the smile that blooms on ferdinand’s lips is a tender, reverent thing.

“ i had been thinking of this even as i read your letter, ” he admits, “ i wanted to show you this. it is… ” ferdinand’s gaze grows hooded for a moment, turning his head away, the wind whipping through his hair now shifting it to hide his expression, a haunted thing he refused to let her be haunted by, ferdinand clears his throat and tries again. “it used to be my favourite place, back when- before. something of aegir i could be unequivocally proud of. ”

“ i am pleased to share it with you. it truly is beautiful, is it not? ”

his eyes were dancing.

( he was watching her. )

@aicidos , cowboy bebop starters .

#ic. ferdinand.#aicidos #i feel Sick #as if its my fault he's smitten w her😔😤

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catherinesboleyn · 4 years ago

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Every English Princess Ever

You’ve heard of Every Queen of England Ever, now I present to you another product that proves I have way too much time on my hands! If you notice any mistakes, please point them out to me kindly. I am sorry I do not know everything, but there is no reason to be rude. 😁

Æthelswith - Daughter of Æthelwulf and his first wife Osburh. She married King Burgred of Mercia in 853, making her the Queen of Mercia.

Æthelflæd - Daughter of Alfred the Great and Ealhswith. When her husband Æthelred, Lord of Mercians died in 911, she became Lady of the Mercians, and reigned for seven years.

Æthelgifu - Daughter of Alfred the Great and Ealhswith. When Alfred founded Shaftesbury Abbey in 890, he made her its first abbess.

Ælfthryth - Daughter of Alfred the Great and Ealhswith. Her marriage to Baldwin II, Count of Flanders made her Countess of Flanders.

Eadgifu - Daughter of Edward the Elder and his second wife Ælfflæd. She was Queen of West Francia by her marriage to Charles III.

Eadhild - Daughter of Edward the Elder and his second wife Ælfflæd. She married Hugh, Duke of the Franks in 937.

Eadgyth - Daughter of Edward the Elder and his second wife Ælfflæd. She married Otto in 930, who became Otto I, King of Germany in 936, also making her Queen of Germany.

Eadburh - Daughter of Edward the Elder and his third wife Eadgifu. She lived her life as a nun.

Godgifu - Daughter of Æthelred the Unready and his second wife Emma of Normandy. Her marriage to Eustace II, Count of Boulogne made her Countess of Boulogne.

Gunhilda - Daughter of Cnut the Great and his second wife Emma of Normandy. She became Queen of Germany when she married Henry III.

Gytha - Daughter of Harold II and Edith Swanneck. She was Princess of Rus from her marriage to Vladimir II Monomakh.

Adeliza - Daughter of William the Conqueror and Matilda of Flanders.

Cecilia - Daughter of William the Conqueror and Matilda of Flanders. She was entered into the Abbey of the Holy Trinity of Caen at a young age, and became Abbess in 1112.

Constance - Daughter of William the Conqueror and Matilda of Flanders. She became Duchess of Brittany when she married Alan IV, Duke of Brittany.

Adela - Daughter of William the Conqueror and Matilda of Flanders. She was Countess of Blois by her marriage to Stephen, Count of Blois, and was regent of Blois two times.

Empress Matilda - Daughter of Henry I and Matilda of Scotland. She became Holy Roman Empress in 1114, and acted as Queen of England from 1141 to 1148, but was disputed.

Marie I - Daughter of Stephen and Matilda I, Countess of Boulogne. When her brother William I, Count of Boulogne died childless in 1159, Marie succeeded him as the Countess of Boulogne.

Matilda - Daughter of Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine. She was Duchess of Saxony and Bavaria from her marriage to Henry the Lion.

Eleanor - Daughter of Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine. She became Queen of Castile and Toledo when she married Alfonso VIII.

Joan - Daughter of Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine. She was Queen of Sicily by her marriage to William II until his death in 1189, and became Countess of Toulouse when she married Raymond VI in 1196.

Joan - Daughter of John and Isabella of Angoulême. She was Queen of Scotland by her marriage to Alexander II.

Isabella - Daughter of John and Isabella of Angoulême. She was Holy Roman Empress and Queen of Sicily and Germany by her marriage to Frederick II.

Eleanor - Daughter of John and Isabella of Angoulême. She was Countess of Pembroke by her first marriage to William Marshal, 2nd Earl of Pembroke, and Countess of Leicester by her second marriage to Simon de Montfort, 6th Earl of Leicester.

Margaret - Daughter of Henry III and Eleanor of Provence. She was Queen of Scotland by her marriage to Alexander III.

Beatrice - Daughter of Henry III and Eleanor of Provence. (Her wikipedia says she was Countess of Richmond, which I’m not sure is true or not. Her husband was the Duke of Brittany, but it is possible she somehow inherited the title in her own right).

Katherine - Daughter of Henry III and Eleanor of Provence. She passed away at the age of three.

Eleanor - Daughter of Edward I and Eleanor of Castile. She was Countess of Bar by her marriage to Henry III, Count of Bar.

Joan of Acre - Daughter of Edward I and Eleanor of Castile. She was Countess of Hertford and Gloucester by her first marriage to Gilbert de Clare, 7th Earl of Gloucester and 6th Earl of Hertford.

Margaret - Daughter of Edward I and Eleanor of Castile. She was Duchess of Brabant, Lothier and Limburg by her marriage to John II.

Mary of Woodstock - Daughter of Edward I and Eleanor of Castile. She was a nun at Amesbury Priory.

Elizabeth of Rhuddlan - Daughter of Edward I and Eleanor of Castile. She was Countess of Holland by her first marriage to John I, and Countess of Hereford by her second marriage to Humphrey de Bohun, 4th Earl of Hereford.

Eleanor of Woodstock - Daughter of Edward II and Isabella of France. She was Duchess of Guelders by her marriage to Reginald II, and was regent of Guelders while her son was still young.

Joan of the Tower - Daughter of Edward II and Isabella of France. She got her name from being born in the Tower of London. Joan was Queen of Scotland by her marriage to David II.

Isabella - Daughter of Edward III and Philippa of Hainault. She was Countess of Bedford and Lady of Coucy by her marriage to Enguerrand VIII, and was made a Lady of the Garter in 1376.

Joan - Daughter of Edward III and Philippa of Hainault. She died during the Black Death at the age of fourteen.

Mary of Waltham - Daughter of Edward III and Philippa of Hainault. She was Duchess of Brittany by her marriage to John IV, Duke of Brittany, and was made a Lady of the Garter in 1378. She died young at the age of sixteen.

Margaret of Windsor - Daughter of Edward III and Philippa of Hainault. She was Countess of Pembroke by her marriage to John Hastings, 2nd Earl of Pembroke. Margaret died young at the age of fifteen.

Blanche of Lancaster - Daughter of Henry IV and Mary de Bohun. She was Electress Palatine by her marriage to Louis III, Electress Palatine.

Philippa of Lancaster - Daughter of Henry IV and Mary de Bohun. She was Queen of Denmark, Sweden and Norway by her marriage to Eric III, VIII & XIII.

Elizabeth of York - Daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville. She was Queen of England by her marriage to Henry VII.

Mary of York - Daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville. She died at the age of fourteen.

Cecily of York - Daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville. She was First Lady of the Bedchamber to her sister, Elizabeth of York, from 1485 to 1487. Cecily was Viscountess Welles by her marriage to John Welles, 1st Viscount Welles.

Margaret of York - Daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville. She died at just eight months old.

Anne of York - Daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville. She was First Lady of the Bedchamber to her sister, Elizabeth of York, from 1487 to 1494.

Catherine of York - Daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville. She was Countess of Devon by her marriage to William Courtenay, 1st Earl of Devon.

Bridget of York - Daughter of Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville. She was a nun at Dartford Priory.

Margaret Tudor - Daughter of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York. She was Queen of Scotland by her marriage to James IV of Scotland.

Elizabeth Tudor - Daughter of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York. She died at the age of three.

Mary Tudor - Daughter of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York. She was Queen of France by her first marriage to Louis XII of France, and Duchess of Suffolk by her second marriage to Charles Brandon, 1st Duke of Suffolk.

Mary I - Daughter of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon. She was Queen of England from 1553 to 1558, and Queen of Spain by her marriage to Philip II of Spain.

Elizabeth I - Daughter of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. She was Queen of England from 1558 to 1603.

Elizabeth Stuart - Daughter of James VI & I and Anne of Denmark. She was Electress Palatine and Queen of Bohemia by her marriage to Frederick V.

Margaret Stuart - Daughter of James VI & I and Anne of Denmark. She died at the age of one year old.

Mary Stuart - Daughter of James VI & I and Anne of Denmark. She died at the age of two years old.

Sophia Stuart - Daughter of James VI & I and Anne of Denmark. She lived for just one day.

Mary - Daughter of Charles I and Henrietta Maria. She was Princess of Orange and Countess of Nassau by her marriage to William II, Prince of Orange.

Elizabeth Stuart - Daughter of Charles I and Henrietta Maria. She died at the age of fourteen.

Anne Stuart - Daughter of Charles I and Henrietta Maria. She died at the age of three.

Henrietta - Daughter of Charles I and Henrietta Maria. She was Duchess of Orléans by her marriage to Philippe I, Duke of Orléans.

Mary II - Daughter of James II & VII and Anne Hyde. She was Queen of England from 1689 to 1694.

Anne - Daughter of James II & VII and Anne Hyde. She was Queen of England and Great Britain from 1702 to 1714.

Louisa Maria Stuart - Daughter of James II & VII and Mary of Modena. She died at the age of nineteen.

Sophia Dorothea of Hanover - Daughter of George I and Sophia Dorothea of Celle. She was Queen of Prussia and Electress Brandenburg by her marriage to Frederick William I of Prussia.

Anne - Daughter of George II and Caroline of Ansbach. She was Princess of Orange by her marriage to William IV, Prince of Orange.

Amelia of Great Britain - Daughter of George II and Caroline of Ansbach.

Caroline Elizabeth of Great Britain - Daughter of George II and Caroline of Ansbach.

Mary of Great Britain - Daughter of George II and Caroline of Ansbach. She was Landgravine of Hesse-Kassel by her marriage to Frederick II, Landgrave of Hesse-Kassel.

Louise of Great Britain - Daughter of George II and Caroline of Ansbach. She was Queen of Denmark and Norway by her marriage to Frederick V of Denmark.

Charlotte - Daughter of George III and Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. She was Duchess, Electress and Queen of Württemberg by her marriage to Frederick I of Württemberg.

Augusta Sophia - Daughter of George III and Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz.

Elizabeth - Daughter of George III and Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. She was Landgravine of Hesse-Homburg by her marriage to Frederick VI, Landgrave of Hesse-Homburg.

Mary - Daughter of George III and Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. She was Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh by her marriage to Prince William Frederick, Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh.

Sophia - Daughter of George III and Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz.

Amelia - Daughter of George III and Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz.

Charlotte of Wales - Daughter of George IV and Caroline of Brunswick. She was their only child, and died before both of them.

Charlotte Augusta Louisa of Clarence - Daughter of William IV and Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen. She died shortly after birth.

Elizabeth Georgiana Adelaide of Clarence - Daughter of William IV and Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen. She died shortly after birth.

Victoria - Daughter of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. She was German Empress and Queen of Prussia by her marriage to Frederick III, German Emperor.

Alice - Daughter of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. She was Grand Duchess of Hesse and Rhine by her marriage to Louis IV, Grand Duke of Hesse.

Helena - Daughter of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. She was Princess of Schleswig-Holstein by her marriage to Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein.

Louise - Daughter of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. She was Duchess of Argyll and Viceregal of Canada by her marriage to John Campbell, 9th Duke of Argyll.

Beatrice - Daughter of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. She was Princess of Battenberg by her marriage to Prince Henry of Battenberg.

Louise of Wales - Daughter of Edward VII and Alexandra of Denmark. She was Duchess of Fife by her marriage to Alexander Duff, 1st Duke of Fife.

Victoria of Wales - Daughter of Edward VII and Alexandra of Denmark.

Maud of Wales - Daughter of Edward VII and Alexandra of Denmark. She was Queen of Norway by her marriage to Haakon VII of Norway.

Mary of York - Daughter of George V and Mary of Teck. She was Countess of Harewood by her marriage to Henry Lascelles, 6th Earl of Harewood.

Elizabeth II - Daughter of George VI and Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon. She is Queen of the UK from 1952 to present.

Margaret Rose of York - Daughter of George VI and Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon. She was Countess of Snowdon.

Anne of Edinburgh - Daughter of Elizabeth II and Prince Philip.

#british history #historical women #empress matilda #elizabeth of york #margaret tudor #mary i #elizabeth i #british royal family

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 4 years ago

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Temporary Bridgerton Masterlist

I’ll make a proper one once I have the energy (and content — downloading the shows/movies for all of the fcs has been a long process lmao) but this is my temporary list of Bridgerton OCs

Name: Augusta Beauchamp

Story: The Hope Of It All

Face claim: Tuppence Middleton

Love Interest: Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: As you well know, my dear reader, there is no place for baseborn children in our society. However, for Lord Beauchamp, widowed with no trueborn children, his baseborn daughter is the only hope for a respectable match for his family. With Miss Beauchamp having been kept out of society for her entire life, this author simply must ask: why was Benedict Bridgerton so very shocked by her presence at the Danbury Ball?

Name: Princess Catrina of Prussia

Story: Gold Rush

Face claim: Jenna Louise Coleman

Love Interest: Anthony Bridgerton

Summary: Dear reader, it appears that this season shall be even more enthralling than anyone could have anticipated. For not only is Prince Friedrich of Prussia in search of a wife, but he is also in search of a match for his younger sister, the charming Princess Catrina. While it is rumoured that the princess is quite content to allow her brother to select her future husband, this author is not blind to the frequent glances that she directs towards a certain Viscount. It seems that Prince Friedrich is not the only Prussian who has been enchanted by a Bridgerton.

Name: Cornelia Fitzwilliam

Story: Invisible String

Face claim: Clémence Poesy

Love Interest: Simon Bassett

Summary: Everyone, dear reader, including this author, had anticipated that Miss Cornelia Fitzwilliam would be the incomparable of the season. However with the very recent death of her mother, many began to believe otherwise. With her father long since deceased and her brother the new Lord Fitzwilliam, it was left to Miss Cornelia herself to prepare herself for her debut. Many were skeptical regarding her odds, particularly after Miss Daphne Bridgerton earned the Queen’s favour, but I kept my faith. I assure you, dear reader, that should you see the way that the Duke of Hastings looks at her, you will undoubtedly share my certainties regarding Miss Fitzwilliam’s prospects this season.

Name: Célestine Archambault

Story: Perfect Places

Face claim: Anya Taylor-Joy

Love Interest: Colin Bridgerton

Summary: It seems, dear reader, that Colin Bridgerton has returned to the ton; and he does not come alone. No, he is not engaged, he has evidently learned his lesson since Miss Marina Thompson. However, only days after Lord Bridgerton’s return came a new face, a young lady by the name of Célestine Archambault. This name may not sound familiar, but this author has done her research. Célestine Archambault is the daughter of a French lord and an English lady, with whom Lord Bridgerton became quite enamoured when his travels brought him to Paris. It seems that many had expected a proposal before his departure, however our young lord was unwilling to make such a commitment without consulting his eldest brother. And so, dear reader, the Archambault family shall be joining us here in the ton, residing in Lady Archambault’s family home. We can only hope that Lord Bridgerton has not made yet another grievous error in his choice for a future Lady Bridgerton.

Name: Dorothea Bridgerton

Story: Selling Dreams

Face claim: Lily James

Love Interest: Prince Friedrich

Summary: From the moment Queen Charlotte declared Miss Daphne Bridgerton to be flawless, it became quite clear which of the Bridgerton sisters would be the incomperable of this year’s season. However, Miss Dorothea Bridgerton seems not to bear any ill will to her sister, appearing to be perfectly content to remain in the shadows. While Lord Anthony Bridgerton and Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton chaperone Miss Daphne through the balls, Miss Dorothea is chaperoned only by Lord Benedict. Evidently, this author is not the only one who knows which sister is most suited to attracting a significant engagement.

Though I must admit, dear reader, that prior to his courtship with Miss Daphne, I had thought the Duke quite enamoured with the elder Miss Bridgerton. However, after spending the early hours of the Vauxhall soirée talking, and even dancing, with Miss Dorothea, only to disappear quite suddenly and spend the rest of the evening arm in arm with Miss Daphne.

Miss Daphne Bridgerton may be a diamond of the first order, the Duke’s loss appears to be another’s gain, as a certain Prussian Prince now seems to have set his eye on our very own diamond in the rough..

Name: Eliza “Betsey” Huntington

Story: Long Way Home

Face claim: Bella Heathcote

Love Interest: Colin Bridgerton

Summary: Many a reader will certainly remember Miss Eliza Huntington, the only daughter of the deceased Lord Horace Huntington, although it has been ten years since her departure from the ton. Prior to her departure, the Huntington and Bridgerton families had been the closest of friends, and a betrothal between Eliza Huntington and Colin Bridgerton had seemed inevitable. However, with the untimely deaths of Lords Huntington and Bridgerton, mere months apart, the Lady Huntington moved herself and her children back to her family home in Brighton, and the chance for an engagement was lost to time.

Now, a full decade since her departure, Miss Eliza Huntington has returned to the ton to make her debut. And should the way Colin Bridgerton looks at her be any indication, it seems that an engagement may not be quite as impossible as we had all believed.

Name: Georgina Pemberton

Story: Two For The Show

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: Dear reader, a scandal has come to the ton. A scandal by the name of Georgina Pemberton. Last season, Miss Pemberton had accompanied her elder sister to London for the season, under the guise of learning what to expect for her own debut. However, despite having not yet debuted, it was the younger Miss Pemberton who received a proposal before the end of the season; a proposal which she very publicly rejected, to all of our shock. This year, as she prepares to make her proper debut with a scandal still attached to her name, the Lady Pemberton has sent her daughter to stay with her dearest friend, our very own Dowager Viscountess.

Unfortunately for Miss Pemberton, even the support of the Bridgerton family may not be enough to protect her from the whispers that follow behind her, with not a single gentleman approaching her at the first ball of the season. This author, however, found that Miss Pemberton appeared quite unconcerned with her lack of prospects at the Danbury Ball, as she spent the evening with a smile on her face and a certain Lord Benedict Bridgerton at her side

Name: Harriet Warwick

Story: Champagne Problems

Face claim: Hailee Steinfeld

Love Interest: Anthony Bridgerton

Summary: Why is the Duke of Hastings so opposed to marriage, you may ask. Well, dear reader, I know the answer, and she has just arrived to London for the season. Harriet Warwick became acquainted with both the Duke and Viscount Bridgerton in Oxford, where her father had tutored the pair — regarding both the classics and their futures in society. The Duke and Miss Warwick courted for quite some time, and it came as no surprise when he finally proposed, shortly before he was due to leave Oxford. However, no one was more shocked than the Duke himself when Miss Warwick refused, offering no reasons or closure, and leaving the Duke forever sworn off of marriage.

This author may have been prepared to let bygones be bygones and let secrets rest, had Harriet Warwick not appeared at the Vauxhall soirée, only to ignore the shocked Duke in order to greet the Viscount. Some may prefer to let sleeping dogs lie, but I am of the belief that sleeping dogs make for the best morning news.

#bridgerton oc #masterlist

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wimbcrly · 3 years ago

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THE BALLROOM, EASTWELL HALL. 6th January, 1800. feat. @alexandremortier

Dorothea was still sulking, just a little. Not winning the hunt this afternoon was a hit to her ego - and what did William Hastings have that she didn’t, anyway? (It’s obvious, her brain supplied, a title and more riches than Dorothea would ever get her hands on.) If only Gabrielle had given her that boost! She would have made it over the wall just in time to win whatever secret prize Lady Hallivand was handing out.

She turns to the man next to her - a smile on her features, and she moves her mask just a little bit on her face, straightening it out.

“It looks as if we’re matched, although I am still exhausted from the afternoon’s festivities. Would you mind if we sat through this dance?” She knows it’s terribly rude, but with the aid of her mask and costume, she can pretend that it doesn’t matter at all.

“I’ve noticed a few clumsy dancers out there, too. We wouldn’t want to be embarrassed by them. They’re bound to knock a bunch of people down, right?” she points at the obvious figure of Lady Hallivand, accompanied by her husband, and the two seem to be dancing to their very own beat, totally out of sync with the soft music the band is playing, “Although, it is kind of sweet, I supposed. I cannot even imagine liking someone that much.”

#with: alexandre mortier.#alexandrethread001 #𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖆 𝖜𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖞: thread.#epiphany;masquerade #<3 <3 <3 lmk if this works!

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jovialyouthmusic · 4 years ago

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Past Times

Time passes at Laxton, and following her frank talk with Dorothea, Elizabeth understands a little better what married life will be like.

Word Count 1878

A/N NSFW and NO UNDER 18s

12b A Very Personal Revelation

Dinner was a pleasant affair, and conversation flowed freely as all related to each other what they had done for the day. John begged for attention in order to relay who was to arrive the next day to stay overnight or longer for the ball.

‘Lizzie, the MacDougal family will take a suite in the west wing for two nights. I believe you are good friends with young Miss Rosanna?’

‘Oh that will be marvellous. I look forward to hearing all about her new beau. I understand he will come for the ball, for his family live very close’ She felt her heart lift with joy at the thought of sharing confidences with her childhood friend.

‘That is so, my dear.’ John replied ‘Tomorrow we also expect the Beaumont family, whose daughter I understand to be a friend of yours, Miss Amelia. They will stay for longer as it is a tedious journey back to their estate north of the city. I’m sure you will be pleased to have someone closer to your own age to spend time with’ Amelia beamed happily. She was also looking forward to seeing the Mc Dougals, for as well as Rosanna being her sister’s particular friend, her brother Scott was her age and the two of them had played together as children. She didn’t think it proper to mention her fervent wish to see him, but held it as a secret known only to herself.

The time after dinner was spent in a similar way to the previous night, with Dorothea again playing so they might practice their dancing, followed by Elizabeth playing in order for her sister to sing. Lady Charlotte was in good spirits but again retired early to conserve her strength, closely followed by the rest of Elizabeth’s family. Again she was permitted half an hour without her chaperone in the company of John, Tom and Dorothea. This was a mixed blessing, for although she enjoyed her friends’ company, she longed to be alone with John. She could act as she might when they were married, but being observed was not ideal.

They played cards – this time an ordinary game playing for matchsticks, and after a while Tom and Dottie fell to arguing over a particular hand. Elizabeth gave John a longing look and leaned closer to him, reaching out to touch the back of his hand.

‘John dear, much as I am content with company, I long to be alone with you. Can we not engineer some diversion before Morag accompanies me to my room?’ she whispered. ‘I cannot fathom why father still persists on her being present when our betrothal is set’

‘Your father is over cautious, I think, and your mother likewise’ he murmured back in a low tone. ‘When we are wed this will seem but a short time, but I too wish to be alone with you.’ He looked over at the other couple, still bickering. He tapped on the table and they fell silent. Tom looked over at him, frowning slightly.

‘Can we not disagree over the hand we are dealt? Dottie insists that I am somehow cheating’

‘That is unfortunate indeed’ John replied ‘I am sure that Morag can hear every word and is much entertained’ He winked widely, and nodded toward the heavy curtains that were drawn over the doors that lead out to the gardens at the rear of the house. A look of understanding passed between the two friends, and Tom leaned over to whisper in Dottie’s ear. She gave a knowing look to Elizabeth and nodded. The two of them went back to arguing loudly, and John rose, taking his fiancée’s hand. Quietly he lead her toward the heavy curtains. He drew them aside a crack and silently opened the door to the evening air.

‘Tom will provide a diversion’ he explained ‘Not enough for Morag to want to enter the room, but enough for us to have a few moments alone. The night is warm and the moon is full’ Elizabeth stepped out into the night air and took a deep breath, closing her eyes in bliss. They did not move far from the door so that they might hear if they were called back in.

She realised how much she had felt stifled – the lack of social freedom, the stuffiness of the room, even the restriction of her clothes, her stays laced just a little too tight that morning. She pulled her shawl around her shoulders to guard against the cool air and John drew her into his warm embrace. The grounds had an air of enchantment as the moon cast its silvery glow, but the real magic lay in her fiancé’s arms. She sighed in contentment.

‘I never want this moment to end’ she said as she laid her head to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It was not long before that was not enough, and she drew away to lift her face up to his for their lips to meet in a fervent kiss. They parted for breath and she felt her pulse racing. She heard him sigh contentedly.

‘I am fortunate indeed to have found you. My days were dull and lonely, and now I look forward to our future together’ Elizabeth felt a little thrill run through her, for in truth she was looking forward to being quite alone that night, thanks to Dorothea’s advice.

‘John’ she prompted ‘I spoke with Dorothea, and she told me much about the things we may do when we are wed’ In the moonlight she saw John’s eyes glitter as they locked with hers.

‘Is that so? What has she told you?’

‘She told me the particulars of how a woman comes to be with child, and how to postpone it’ He held her close.

‘I am glad you have someone of your sex to confide in. How do you feel about what she said?’

‘I am full of curiosity. She also told me that I should prepare myself for our wedding night’ She heard him take a sharp intake of breath and shift slightly.

‘Now I too am curious. Can you share what that might involve?’ His voice was a little hoarse and Elizabeth weighed her words carefully.

‘She told me that – that I should explore my body and discover what pleases me, so I may in turn let you know…’ her voice trailed away. John took a shuddering breath.

‘Dorothea has given you good advice. What can be done together can also be done apart - to some degree’ He smiled ruefully. ‘Should you prefer to keep some details to yourself until we are wed I would respect that.’ He fixed her with his gaze. ‘You should know that I think of you every night when I go to my bedchamber, and in my mind imagine what it will be like when we are united in bliss.’ A delicious shiver ran down Elizabeth’s spine, but at that moment there was a movement from the curtains leading back inside, and Dorothea poked her head through.

‘You must haste back in, Lizzie, for your chaperone has knocked to signal you have but a minute or two left’ John pulled her close for one last kiss before they hurried back inside to answer Morag’s summons.

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As she had done the night before, Elizabeth practiced undressing, now knowing something of what would happen on her wedding night. As before, she looked at herself in the mirror, this time with a sense of anticipation and expectation, and went to the bed where her nightdress lay ready for her.

She looked at it for a while, thinking that the long garment would impede the exploration of her body, and decided to slip between the sheets naked. She intended to put it on when she got up to relieve herself in the chamber pot under the bed before Jane came in and discovered her state of undress. She wondered if Jane would still attend her when she was married,. She had worked for the family for many years, and had looked after both her and her sister. She resolved to ask her mama the next day.

But now she lay between the crisp white sheets, skin bare to the fabric’s fragrant coolness, the weight of the blankets and coverlet moulding the bedclothes to her body. She felt her nipples tighten to hard little buds, as they often did when it was cool, but this was different. They tingled as she lay thinking of John, and she pressed her palm to a smooth globe, feeling the tip with her thumb. Although she brushed it but lightly, she gasped as it sent an electric shock through her, to her very core. She was undecided as to whether the sensation was pleasant or not, as it was very intense.

It was not as if she had never touched herself, but her mother had warned her against doing so, telling her it was not ladylike. Perhaps her meaning and intent was that she was too young, and now that she was to be wed, perhaps it was permissible. She remembered Dottie’s words, directing her to explore her sex, but she delayed a little, letting her hand wander over her soft flat belly, shivering in anticipation. Her hand found the wiry hair at her mound, and she went lower, parting her thighs and softly stroking upwards and inwards.

She knew that it felt like large fleshy lips, and sometimes between the times when she bled, she felt different there – slicker and more sensitive. It felt very pleasurable, and she closed her eyes and thought of her beloved John – his broad chest, his warmth, the firmness of his lips when they kissed, the spark that happened when their hands touched. Warmth and tingling expanded outward from her fingers, and she moaned softly, undulating and rolling her hips.

She continued to gently stroke and probe, discovering a place that felt harder than the surrounding flesh that gave her the most pleasure and which was very sensitive. She paid attention to it and could barely control her movements or the noises she made as the pleasurable sensations increased. Her heart pounded and she wondered if she might die from it, but she could not stop. Her body demanded attention and governed the pressure and speed her fingers moved.

She gasped as it all reached a plateau, resulting in a pulsing and intense tingling that left her shuddering, shaking and gasping. Her back arched and she trembled all over with the intensity before she was still and her hand fell away, a languorous glow spreading though her entire body. That hard little nub had felt for a few moments like the centre of the cosmos, sublime and exquisite. She lay panting and shaking, laughing softly. How much more might it be with a loving partner? How had this all been hidden from her? She felt as if she had been asleep and now woke to a new life – or she would at least approach it in the company of her betrothed. She lay a while thinking over all the possibilities that were now open to her, but soon fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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Familia Snape

Primera Generación

¤ Morphin Nikolai Lazarus (1347-????) y Tallulah Aurelia Snape (1351-????)

Segunda Generación

¤ Gabriel Soren Snape (1389-????) y Conan Levi Malfoy (1834-???)

Tercera Generación

¤ Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (1881-???) y Gellert Amadeus Grindelwald (1883-????)

¤ Aberforth Florian Leighton Soren Dumbledore (1883-????) y Belvina Black (1886-????)

¤ Ariana Odolette Wilhemina Dumbledore (1885-????) y Arcturus Black (1884-????)

¤ Tom Marvolo Riddle (1926-????) y Marcus Eli Mulciber (1926-???)

¤ Valens Basilius Snape (1928-????) y Charles Conan Levin (1924-????)

¤ Tobias Vincent Snape (824-????) y Eileen Aiko Snape (1938-????)

¤ Pamela Demetria Malfoy (1931-????) y Elias Paul Voorhees (1928-????)

¤ Abraxas Ariel Malfoy (1936-????) y Persephone Avery (1935-???)

¤ Evangeline Ethel Malfoy (1938-????) y Lazarus Granville Sparda (????-????)

Cuarta Generación

¤ Crendence Aurelius Grindelwald (1901-????) y Lycoris Hesper Black (1904-????)

¤ Modesty Orianna Grindelwald (1918-????) y Michael Monroe Miller (1916-????)

¤ Valentine Desmond Dumbledore (1904-????) y Leroy Samuel Cooley (1906-????)

¤ Octavius Theodore Dumbledore ( 1908-????) y Minerva Ursula Parker (1905-????)

¤ Cassandra Eliza Dumbledore (1914-????) y Zivar Pollux Gallanford (1910-????)

¤ Callidora Eridanis Black (1915) y Harfang Ernest Longbottom (1913-????)

¤ Cedrella Oriana Black(1917-????) y Septimus Ronald Weasley (1915-????)

¤ Charis Scorpia Black (1919-????) y Caspar Dorian Crouch (1916-????)

¤ Trish Clarice Riddle (1954-????) y "Lady" Mary Ann Arkham (1958-????)

¤ Vanessa Octavia Riddle (1959-????) y Mike Spencer Peters (1952-????)

¤ Delphinie Savannah Riddle (1983-????) y Serena Angelette Denford (1981-????)

¤ Dominika Hazel Levin (1946-????) y Thomas Downey Richardson (1944-????)

¤ Vincent Alexander Levin (1951-????) y Daphne Rosie Campbell (1953-????)

¤ Niven Finnian Levin (1955-????) y River Aura Stone (1953-????)

¤ Devin Ivan Levin (1959-????) y Malorie Estella Van Kleiss (1962-????)

¤ Severus Tobias Snape (1960-????) y Ulaz Devereux Snape (1958-????)

¤ Ryou Nathan Snape (1971- ???) y Krolia Diane Kogane

¤ Jason Ezra Voorhees (1953-???) y Michael Gideon Myers (1957-????)

¤ Diana Madeline Voorhees (1961-????) y Mason Samuel Kimble (1960-????)

¤ Aphrodite Medea Malfoy (1952-????) y Ethan Marcus Nott (1950-????)

¤ Lucius Abraxas Malfoy (1954-????) y Narcissa Meissa Black (1955-????)

¤ Icarus Theodore Malfoy (1956-????) y Cassius Hastings (1957-????)

¤ Orpheus Lev Malfoy (1959-????) y Elsie Cobris (1959-????)

¤ William Joseph Dixon (1960-????) y Cassandra Janeth Lewis (1963-????)

¤ Kore Allegra Malfoy (1961-????) y Regulus Arcturus Black (1961-????)

¤ Pandora Luna Malfoy (1963-????) y Xenophilius Leland Lovegood (1961-????)

¤ Vergil Amos Sparda (1956-????) y Faith Mackenzie Myron (1959-????)

¤ Dante Alastor Sparda (1956-????) y Hope Melissa Myron (1959-????)

Quinta Generación

¤ Bastian Lynx Grindelwald (1924-????) y Riven Alexander Blackwood (1942-????)

¤ Theodore Niven Grindelwald (1929-????) y Amelie Luna Roberts (1931-????)

¤ Piper Delilah Grindelwald (1934-????) y Alvin Nicholas Dream (1932-????)

¤ Madeline Senka Miller (1933-????) y April Clarissa Wilson (1931-????)

¤ Percival Valentine Miller (1937-????) y Damien Thomas Haywood (1939-????)

¤ Benjamin Caleb Miller (1941-????) y Abigail Aura Cooper (1938-????)

¤ Micah Vladimir Miller (1945-????) y Louis William Afton (1946-????)

¤ Albia Bellona Miller (1949-????) y Gideom Silas Murphy (1945-????)

¤ Manon Ariana Miller (1952-????) y Cassius Roderick Abbott (1950-????)

¤ Ian Mason Dumbledore (1924-????) y Bellona Damara Huxley (1921-????)

¤ Ada Demetria Dumbledore (1929-????) y Azura Jasmine Brooks (1927-????)

¤ Kitty Xanthe Dumbledore (1933-????) y Ryan Christopher Everett (1930-????)

¤ Charlotte Macellina Dumbledore (1938-????) y Sebastian Artemis Jensen (1935-????)

¤ Demetrius Kieran Dumbledore (1942-????) y Ulric Frederick Golding (1940-????)

¤ Fabian Leonard Gallanford (1931-????) y Evan Diaval Merton (1935-????)

¤ Sarah Elizabeth Gallanford (1935-????) y Juliette Liona Lancework (1933-????)

¤ Marjorie River Gallanford (1938-????) y Alder Amadeus Holecraft (1940-????)

¤ Edward Florian Longbottom (1934-????) y Augusta Margaret Longbottom (1936-????)

¤ Algie Lazarus Longbottom (1937-????) y Enid Verna Longbottom (1939-????)

¤ Daniel Vincent Longbottom (1942-????) y Coraline Eliza Longbottom (1945-????)

¤ Gabriel Roderick Weasley (1941-????) y Malia Juniper Lenington (1943-????)

¤ Norman Carlton Weasley (1945-????) y Doris Ariana Armstrong (1947-????)

¤ Arthur Marlon Weasley (1950-????) y Molly Elliana Prewett (1950-????)

¤ Casthora Aura Crouch (1934-????) y Aaron Leonard Luthor (1930-????)

¤ Aries Adeline Crouch (1937-????) y Theresa Rose Taylor (1935-????)

¤ Bartemius Crouch (1940-????) y Rebecca Maia Crouch (1941-????)

¤ Lilith Moira Riddle (1983-????) y julian Cameron Grey (1980-????)

¤ Theodore August Peters (1976-????) y Magnus Roman Watson (1978-????)

¤ Hazel Opal Peters (1983-????) y Meredith Mavis Monroe (1981-????)

¤ Bloom Larissa Peters (1997-????) y Sky Aurelius Peters (1997-????)

¤ Cora Stephanne Riddle (2005-????) y Alucard Magnus Holland (2002-????)

¤ Francis Ezra Riddle (2008-????) y Archibald Niven Allender (2008-????)

¤ Aaron Christopher Riddle (2012-???) y Verena Michelle Dyer (2010-????)

¤ Joshua Stephen Riddle (2013-????) y Esther Amalia Holt (2015-????)

¤ Charles Samuel Riddle (2016-????) y Ruby Stephanie Saffron (2018-????)

¤ Iris Aurelia Riddle (2018-????) y Marshall Everett Conrad (2016-????)

¤ Theophania Calliope Richardson (1964-????) y Corinne Roxanne Everleigh (1962-????)

¤ Arabella Beatrix Richardso (1968-????) y Henry Oliver Brooks (1966-????)

¤ Kai Dominick Richardson (1971-????) y Flynn Milo Wolf (1969-????)

¤ Willow Cosima Levin (1969-????) y Nicoletta Pomona Wilford (1967-????)

¤ Fern Violet Levin (1972-????) y Marie Honoria Ollivander (1970-????)

¤ Euphemia Alessandra Levin (1974-????) y John Florean Palmer (1972-????)

¤ Dorothea Giovanna Levin (1978-????) y Elladora Eloise Gibson (1975-????)

¤ Salazar Lucius Levin (1973-????) y Holly Avalon Barnes (1970-????)

¤ Eleanor Hope Levin (1977-????) y Savannah Genevieve Shaw (1975-????)

¤ Gracie Isadora Levin (1979-????) y Marvin Declan Sullivan (1983-????)

¤ Alec Aurelian Levin (1982-????) y Claire Piper Johan (1980-????)

¤ Mason Ezekiel Levin (1986-????) y Clementine Octavia Albion (1983-????)

¤ Lotor Comet Snape (????-????) y Giovanni Benjamin Lestrage (1974-????)

¤ "Moon Demon" Darius Angelo Snape (1973-????) y "Dark Angel" Arianne Alysson Snape

¤ "Killer Shadow" Lazarus Ignatius Snape (1973-????) y "Ice Demon" Urania Calliope Snape

¤ Morterius Snape (1973-???) y Hisirdoux Artemas Casperan (1098-????)

¤ Severina Tabitha Snape (1975-????) y Valentine Orion Dencort (1972-????)

¤ Ursa Destiny Snape (1975-????) y Vladimir Micah Masters (1964-????)

¤ Regulus Orion Snape (1977-????) y Angel Archibald Mountford (1975-????)

¤ Cygnus Arcturus Snape (1977-????) y Cassius Warrington (1977-????)

¤ Elle Rigel Snape (1979-????) y Touta Matsuda (1978-????)

¤ Beyond Aurelian Snape (1979-????) y Teru Mikami (1982-????)

¤ Emma Elizabeth Snape (1983-????) y Verna Clarissa Rawlinson (1981-????)

¤ Eileen Umbra Snape (1983-????) y Samara Enola Norton (1984-???)

¤ Ariel Kolithace Snape (1985-????) y Clementine Amarah Gorgon (1985-????)

¤ Alexander Valens Snape (1985-????) y Cassidy Vienna Keller (1987-????)

¤ Lysander Nikolaus Snape (1985-????) y Gabrielle Delacour (1986-????)

¤ Minerva Evangeline Snape (1986-????) y Alexia Mary Ray (1989-????)

¤ Walburga Aries Snape (1988-????) y Lynn Juniper Dumbar (1986-????)

¤ Druella Angelette Snape (1988-????) y Lazarus Julian Norton (1991-????)

¤ Raphaela Bellatrix Snape (1990-????) y Finnegan Glenn Gardens (1988-????)

¤ Selena Narcissa Snape (1993-????) y Barbara Rose Kidman (1996-????)

¤ Regris Niven Snape (2001-????) y Acxa Valda Snape (2003-????)

¤ Kevin Ethan Snape (2001-????) y Cooper Joseph Daniels (1999-????)

¤ Gwendolyn Hiroko Snape (1994-????) y Emily Flora Blunder (1997-????)

¤ Ezra Yamato Snape (1998-????) y Aidan Vincent Holdcroft (1999-????)

¤ Ryan Yoshio Snape (2001-????) y Janet Mary Eastmond (2008-????)

¤ Keith Akira Snape (2005-????) y James Griffin (2005-????)

¤ Mako Etha Snape (2006-????) y Patricia Harriet Smith (2009-????)

¤ Yuriko Edith Snape (2008-????) y Harvey Everett Aylesworth (2006-????)

¤ Morgana Kendra Voorhees (1973-????) y Carrie Margaret White (1970-????)

¤ Jessica Lorna Kimble (1980-????) y Steven Freeman (1978-???)

¤ Dante Dorian Nott

¤ Dominick Edgar Nott

¤ Theodore Phineas Nott (1979-????) y Pansy Genevieve Parkinson (1980-????)

¤ Audrey Andromeda Malfoy y Andre Perseus Bourgeois

¤ Gabriel Bastian Malfoy y Emilie Calliope Graham de Vanily

¤ Roynard Hydra Malfoy y Violet Rowena Deekers

¤ Raymond Lynx Malfoy y Cedric Atticus Diggory

¤ Draco Lucius Malfoy y Astoria Coraline Greengrass

¤ Marcus Malfoy

¤ Elias Malfoy

¤ Magenta Malfoy

¤ Daphne Malfoy

¤ Elladora Malfoy

¤ Garlan Malfoy

¤ Farlan Malfoy

¤ Merle Ariel Dixon y "Jesus" Paul Finnegan Rovia

¤ Hope Leah Dixon

¤ Carl Thomas Dixon

¤ Levi Armand Dixon

¤ Daryl Hunter Dixon y Rick Jonah Grimes

¤ Nigellus Aries Black

¤ Cygnus Alphard Black

¤ Walburga Vera Black

¤ Phineas Arcturus Black

¤ Cassius Florian Lovegood

¤ Myra Hestia Lovegood y

¤ Luna Pandora Lovegood

¤ Vitale Astaroth Sparda

¤ Neron Asura Sparda

¤ Merak Emory Sparda

¤ Armand Vincent Sparda

¤ Nicholas William Sparda

¤ Septimus Conan Sparda

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