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The children of Duke Lucan Hart and Duchess Jocelyne Astra-Hart

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“Now THAT’S a castle.” Pippa declared as they rounded the last bend on the road to Cair Paravel. Percy stared up at it as they reigned in the horses and came to a stop. It certainly was larger than home, and brighter, but there were similarities. Cair Paravel stretched down the cliffside, overlooking the Great Eastern Ocean. Hartsmoor, the looming keep of the Wardens of the North, sat atop a mountain, sneering down at Ettinsmoor and the Witch Country.

“Actually, I think it’s a palace, not a castle.” Em corrected, her blonde hair coming loose from her braid and blowing in the sea breeze.  Of all the Hart siblings, Em most closely resembled Mother. Mother always claimed her family was descended from the Great Northern Star, but Percy had his doubts. Firstly, there was no documented case of a star coming down from the heavens to have children, with the exception of Liliandil, who was a queen. But when Percy looked at his baby sister, he could picture maybe she was part star. At only 10, Percy could see the beauty she would become.

“Well, whatever you call it, it’s certainly grander than home.” Pippa flicked her dark braid back over her shoulder. Percy could tell she was impressed with what she saw before her. Pippa had been the most excited by Mother’s summons to the seat of royal power. This was her best chance to escape Mother’s schemes for her, most of which involved marriage to some backwards, grubby, dull Northern Lord. There had been a parade of suitors last summer. Pippa had not been impressed by the sons of the North, and Mother had not been impressed by Pippa’s attempts to reject her suitors.  This trip would be a fresh start for all of them.

“Of course it’s grander than home! It’s Cair Paravel!” Em exclaimed. Pippa opened her mouth to reply,  but Percy cut her off. Whatever came out of her mouth was sure to hurt Em’s feelings.  Pippa didn’t like being challenged, and she could be quite mean. Her sharp tongue rivaled Mother’s, while Em was soft and easily bruised.

“We should get going. I’m sure Mother’s waiting for us.”

She was standing in the courtyard as they rode in, blonde hair piled in an elaborate knot on the top of her head, and hand already on her hip. “Really, Philippa? Breeches?”

“Well, I could hardly ride all the way here from Hartsmoor dressed as a court lady.” Pippa replied, swinging down from the saddle and tossing the reins to a waiting groom. “Then, you would chide me for ruining my dress.” Mother frowned sternly. Pippa had a way of pushing Mother’s buttons. Percy quickly dismounted and pulled Em from her horse.

“They make overskirts for riding outfits. You do not have to parade around as a man.”

“I doubt anyone would mistake me for a man while I’m carting these around.” Pippa grabbed her breasts in a crude gesture. Mother’s face began to turn red. Percy knew he had to intercede before things turned ugly. He quickly stepped between his mother and twin.

“Hello, Mother.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“Hello, Percy.” She replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek in return. “How was the journey?”

“Dusty, but we made it.” He gave her a small smile. She almost returned.

“Well, come along. We must get you cleaned up before you are presented to the court.” Mother turned on her heel and began walking away.

“Presented? What do you mean, presented?” Pippa chased after her. Percy motioned for Em to start after them.

“There is a full court dinner and dance that you will be attending.” Mother answered without slowing down or looking.

“Really?” Em exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

“Not you, Emiliana. You are far too young for that.” Percy physically saw the joy leave Em’s body. Pippa grabbed Em’s hand.

“Then why did you even bring her here?”

Mother finally stopped and spun around to face them. They had been on a journey through twisting corridors and stairwells. “I could hardly leave her home all by herself with everyone else in the family here. That would be cruel.”

“And dragging her all the way down her just to exclude her from everything isn’t?” Pippa began to raise her voice.

“Not here, Pips.” Percy whispered sharply, grabbing her shoulder. Mother would never forgive them if they made a scene in the castle corridor, especially on their first day.

“Harumph.” Mother spun on her heel and continued walking. “It’s not for too long. Once Sebastien finds a wife, Emilie will return to Hartsmoor with him.” She came to a stop outside a set of double doors. “And I can focus on you two.” She looked over each of the two twins, and Percy could tell in her expression that neither of them were up to her standards. “Now, these are the Hart family apartments. This will be your home for the time being.” She nodded to the attendant who then swung open the doors. They walked through an entry way, a parlor, and into a private sitting room. Percy hadn’t even seen the bedrooms yet and he could tell it was a magnificent suite of rooms, very befitting of the family’s station. He wondered just how big the apartments were.

“It’s amazing!” Em gasped, staring around in wonder. Percy felt a pang of nostalgia for a time when he was allowed to so shamelessly display his opinions and thoughts.  Mother had not been as strict with Em as she had been with the older children.

“Do you think so, Daisy? A familiar voice asked from an overlooked chair in the corner.

“Willian!” Em shrieked, dashing across the room and literally jumping into his arms. It was a good thing Will had stood up. He grunted as he caught her.

“You are getting heavy, Daisy!” He swung her around before setting her down. “And tall.” He bent down and kissed the top of her head, his distinctly brown hair falling into his eyes. Will resembled his own mother, so Percy had been told. Percy had never met his aunt and uncle, they had died before he was born, and so his cousin had been raised as his adopted brother. Will looked up. “Do I get a hug from you, Pipsqueak?”

“I suppose, but I’m not running.” Pippa crossed the room and hugged Will. “It wouldn’t be befitting of a proper lady to show such emotion.” She cast a pointed look at Mother, who ignored her for a whispered conversation with a maid Percy had never seen before. “You need a haircut.” She tussled Will’s hair.

“I need a haircut? Have you seen your twin’s head?” Will looked at Percy’s unruly dark curls.

“I’m sure Mother will sort him out soon enough.” Pippa also looked at Percy appraisingly. “Though the curls give him an added boyishness that will probably make him more attractive, so she might let him keep them.”

“You’re very calculating, you know that?” Percy crossed his arms.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not.”

“It’s time to wash the stink of the road off of you.” Mother clapped her hands together. “Come along. Girls first.”

“Girls?” Pippa stared at Mother. “Are you seriously going to make me share a bath with Emmie? I’m sixteen, Mother!”

“Find yourself a husband and you will never have to bathe with your sister again. Until then…” Mother snapped her fingers and pointed through an open door behind her.

“Unbelievable.” Pippa snapped before stalking through the doorway, Em trailing behind her.

“Do you think I’m allowed to sit down?” Percy asked, surveying the fancy chairs as Mother closed the door behind the girls.

“Not with road stink on you.” Will said, pointedly sitting back down. “Mother will skin you if you ruin her chairs. She just had them reupholstered.”

“Of course she did.” Percy sighed, moving to go sit on the windowsill.

Three hours later, they were washed and pruned, and now decked out in their finest clothes, preparing to enter the Grand Hall. Father and Sebastien had finally them. The family lined up in their assigned pairs, Mother and Father first, Pippa and Seb in the middle, with Percy and Will bringing up the rear.

“Should I put my hand on yours, or would you like to be the lady in this situation?” Percy smirked at Will, nodding his head towards how Pippa had copied Mother’s stance, with her right hand placed over Seb’s left. Will snorted.

“Percy, I will beat the-“

“Do NOT embarrass me.” Mother hissed from the front, cutting off Pippa’s retort. “The QUEEN is in there. You will behave appropriately.” They all grew quiet for a moment.

“You know,” Will whispered, leaning in close as the group in front of them was introduced. “I’m glad Emmie didn’t come tonight.”

“Why’s that?” Percy asked, as the family moved into position in front of the massive doorway. He could see into the hall. It certainly was grand, with all the gold and silver and bronze glittering in the candlelight. At the far end of the room was a raised dais, where the queen sat. In front of her table stood the Lord of the Lantern Waste and his wife, where they bowed to the queen. That’s what Percy was about to do. They had traverse the length of the room, in front of everyone, and bow to the queen before they could sit down.

“Because if she was here, you would walk with her, and I would have to walk in there by myself like a fucking idiot.”  Percy had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. In front of him, he could see Pippa begin to squeeze Seb’s hand and he knew she was trying not to laugh. In front of her, he could see Mother’s shoulders tense. She had heard, and they would all be in for it later.  “Head up and eyes front.” Will whispered softly as they stepped to the edge of the red carpet.

“Lord and Lady Hart of Hartsmoor, Wardens of the North!” The steward declared, thumping his giant stick. The family began to walk forward. Percy was careful to stay in step with Will. He didn’t want to be the one to embarrass Mother in front of the entire court. “And their children, the Lady Philippa, and Sers Sebastien, Percival, and Willian!”

It felt like an eternity to cross the hall. Percy kept his gaze on the banner over the queen’s head, displaying the Narnian Lion. Percy thought a lion was much grander than his own family’s crest, which was a stupid hart, because what else would a family named Hart pick?  Percy always related the lion to Old King Peter, even though it was supposed to represent all of the Pevensies (and Aslan, of course). Percy glanced at Queen Tamzin for the first time as they reached the foot of the dais. Was she descended from a Pevensie? Or was she from the Telmarine line of King Caspian? That would make her descended from a star. Percy should know, as Mother had taught them. But, he didn’t remember. He probably hadn’t thought it horribly important at the time. She was beautiful, whoever her ancestors were, with her warm blonde hair and kind eyes.

Father and Mother stopped directly in front of the Queen. Seb released Pippa’s hand and stood to Father’s right, while Pippa walked to Mother’s left. Percy and Will split the same way, with Percy next to Pippa and Will next to Seb. They all bowed in unison. “Your Majesty,” Father called out as soon as they rose. “You are, of course, familiar with my older sons, but may I introduce my twins, uh…”Father gestured towards them and paused, his face flashing confusion. The pause went on long enough to become slightly awkward. Percy bit his lip and stared up at the Lion banner, stubbornly refusing to make eye contact with Pippa, even when she squeezed his hand. He couldn’t. If he looked at her, he knew he would crack.

Father had forgotten their names. Names that had literally been announced less than a minute ago. Father had never been overly familiar with him and Pippa, not like he was with Seb, but Percy didn’t think he was in such low regard as to have his name not even worth remembering. Did he really mean that little to Father? Or was Father perhaps having a stroke? Percy didn’t want to look over to find out.

“Philippa and Percival, Your Majesty.” Mother cut in, breaking the awkward pause. Percy hoped the Queen hadn’t noticed the slip up, for all their sakes. He and Pippa bowed their heads to the Queen. All Percy wanted to do was go sit down (or sink into the floor, that would also work). However, they couldn’t sit down until Queen Tamzin was done addressing them in whatever way she saw fit. Percy hoped they would just get a nod so they could quickly escape. But they probably wouldn’t. For the Queen to simply nod at her Warden of the North, while he was introducing his children no less, would be a serious snub. A severe insult. Percy knew Mother would never recover if she was insulted by the Queen, especially after such an insult from her own husband. He glanced up at the Queen, hoping his face wasn’t turning red, despite the heat he could feel on it. Please let this be over quickly.

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Aurelia Viviana Hart, 3y/o, Ellamae Violetta Hart, 3y/o, Jessamyn Emiliana Hart, 7mts.

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SASSUOLO - TORINO DIRETTA LIVE SERIE A

SASSUOLO - TORINO 08/01/17  ORE 15 SERIE A  loading... FORMAZIONI  Sassuolo (4-2-3-1): Consigli, Lirola, Antei, Acerbi, Peluso, Adjapong, Sensi, Ricci, Defrel, Ragusa, Matri. Allenatore: Eusebio Di Francesco. Torino (4-3-3): Hart, Zappacosta, Rossettini, Castan, Barreca, Benassi, Valdifiori, Baselli, Iago, Belotti, Ljajic. Allenatore: Sinisa Mihajlovic. STATISTICHE Sassuolo-Torino, match valido per la 19 esima giornata di Serie A, è una sfida di grande importanza per gli uomini di Di Francesco: il tecnico neroverde, infatti, deve far fronte alle voci che vogliono un suo esonero qualora la situazione della squadra emiliana non dovesse cambiare, e serve dunque un successo interno per mettere fine ad una crisi che ha portato 3 sconfitte consecutive e il 16 esimo posto con soli 17 punti all’attivo. Tutt’altra aria di classifica, invece, per il Torino: i granata, ottavi a 28 punti, vogliono dare seguito alla vittoria ottenuta nell’ultimo turno contro il Genoa (1-0), per continuare a nutrire ambizioni europee. Belotti, in grande spolvero, può trascinare i suoi verso la vittoria. in casa neroverde ancora assente la stella Berardi, sarà Matri a prenderne il posto e giostrare nel tridente offensivo di Di Francesco con Defrel e Ragusa, che sostituisce l’infortunato Politano. Solo panchina per il neo acquisto Aquilani, arrivato in settimana dal Pescara. formazione tipo, o quasi, per Mihajlovic, che schiererà i granata con il collaudato 4-3-3. Iturbe, arrivato dalla Roma qualche giorno fa, partirà dalla panchina, visto che saranno Iago Falque e Ljajic ad affiancare il bomber Belotti.Precedenti: sono 3 i precedenti giocati in casa del Sassuolo in Serie A. Il Torino ha vinto 1 volta, a fronte di 2 pareggi. Per vedere la partita clicca qua   SASSUOLO - TORINO http://intheoffside.blogspot.com/2017/01/sassuolo-torino-diretta-live-serie-a.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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“Now THAT’S a castle.” Pippa declared as they rounded the last bend on the road to Cair Paravel. Percy stared up at it as they reigned in the horses and came to a stop. It certainly was larger than home, and brighter, but there were similarities. Cair Paravel stretched down the cliffside, overlooking the Great Eastern Ocean. Hartsmoor, the looming keep of the Wardens of the North, sat atop a mountain, sneering down at Ettinsmoor and the Witch Country.

“Actually, I think it’s a palace, not a castle.” Em corrected, her blonde hair coming loose from her braid and blowing in the sea breeze.  Of all the Hart siblings, Em most closely resembled Mother. Mother always claimed her family was descended from the Great Northern Star, but Percy had his doubts. Firstly, there was no documented case of a star coming down from the heavens to have children, with the exception of Liliandil, who was a queen. But when Percy looked at his baby sister, he could picture maybe she was part star. At only 10, Percy could see the beauty she would become.

“Well, whatever you call it, it’s certainly grander than home.” Pippa flicked her dark braid back over her shoulder. Percy could tell she was impressed with what she saw before her. Pippa had been the most excited by Mother’s summons to the seat of royal power. This was her best chance to escape Mother’s schemes for her, most of which involved marriage to some backwards, grubby, dull Northern Lord. There had been a parade of suitors last summer. Pippa had not been impressed by the sons of the North, and Mother had not been impressed by Pippa’s attempts to reject her suitors.  This trip would be a fresh start for all of them.

“Of course it’s grander than home! It’s Cair Paravel!” Em exclaimed. Pippa opened her mouth to reply,  but Percy cut her off. Whatever came out of her mouth was sure to hurt Em’s feelings.  Pippa didn’t like being challenged, and she could be quite mean. Her sharp tongue rivaled Mother’s, while Em was soft and easily bruised.

“We should get going. I’m sure Mother’s waiting for us.”

She was standing in the courtyard as they rode in, blonde hair piled in an elaborate knot on the top of her head, and hand already on her hip. “Really, Philippa? Breeches?”

“Well, I could hardly ride all the way here from Hartsmoor dressed as a court lady.” Pippa replied, swinging down from the saddle and tossing the reins to a waiting groom. “Then, you would chide me for ruining my dress.” Mother frowned sternly. Pippa had a way of pushing Mother’s buttons. Percy quickly dismounted and pulled Em from her horse.

“They make overskirts for riding outfits. You do not have to parade around as a man.”

“I doubt anyone would mistake me for a man while I’m carting these around.” Pippa grabbed her breasts in a crude gesture. Mother’s face began to turn red. Percy knew he had to intercede before things turned ugly. He quickly stepped between his mother and twin.

“Hello, Mother.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“Hello, Percy.” She replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek in return. “How was the journey?”

“Dusty, but we made it.” He gave her a small smile. She almost returned.

“Well, come along. We must get you cleaned up before you are presented to the court.” Mother turned on her heel and began walking away.

“Presented? What do you mean, presented?” Pippa chased after her. Percy motioned for Em to start after them.

“There is a full court dinner and dance that you will be attending.” Mother answered without slowing down or looking.

“Really?” Em exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

“Not you, Emiliana. You are far too young for that.” Percy physically saw the joy leave Em’s body. Pippa grabbed Em’s hand.

“Then why did you even bring her here?”

Mother finally stopped and spun around to face them. They had been on a journey through twisting corridors and stairwells. “I could hardly leave her home all by herself with everyone else in the family here. That would be cruel.”

“And dragging her all the way down her just to exclude her from everything isn’t?” Pippa began to raise her voice.

“Not here, Pips.” Percy whispered sharply, grabbing her shoulder. Mother would never forgive them if they made a scene in the castle corridor, especially on their first day.

“Harumph.” Mother spun on her heel and continued walking. “It’s not for too long. Once Sebastien finds a wife, Emilie will return to Hartsmoor with him.” She came to a stop outside a set of double doors. “And I can focus on you two.” She looked over each of the two twins, and Percy could tell in her expression that neither of them were up to her standards. “Now, these are the Hart family apartments. This will be your home for the time being.” She nodded to the attendant who then swung open the doors. They walked through an entry way, a parlor, and into a private sitting room. Percy hadn’t even seen the bedrooms yet and he could tell it was a magnificent suite of rooms, very befitting of the family’s station. He wondered just how big the apartments were.

“It’s amazing!” Em gasped, staring around in wonder. Percy felt a pang of nostalgia for a time when he was allowed to so shamelessly display his opinions and thoughts.  Mother had not been as strict with Em as she had been with the older children.

“Do you think so, Daisy? A familiar voice asked from an overlooked chair in the corner.

“Willian!” Em shrieked, dashing across the room and literally jumping into his arms. It was a good thing Will had stood up. He grunted as he caught her.

“You are getting heavy, Daisy!” He swung her around before setting her down. “And tall.” He bent down and kissed the top of her head, his distinctly brown hair falling into his eyes. Will resembled his own mother, so Percy had been told. Percy had never met his aunt and uncle, they had died before he was born, and so his cousin had been raised as his adopted brother. Will looked up. “Do I get a hug from you, Pipsqueak?”

“I suppose, but I’m not running.” Pippa crossed the room and hugged Will. “It wouldn’t be befitting of a proper lady to show such emotion.” She cast a pointed look at Mother, who ignored her for a whispered conversation with a maid Percy had never seen before. “You need a haircut.” She tussled Will’s hair.

“I need a haircut? Have you seen your twin’s head?” Will looked at Percy’s unruly dark curls.

“I’m sure Mother will sort him out soon enough.” Pippa also looked at Percy appraisingly. “Though the curls give him an added boyishness that will probably make him more attractive, so she might let him keep them.”

“You’re very calculating, you know that?” Percy crossed his arms.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not.”

“It’s time to wash the stink of the road off of you.” Mother clapped her hands together. “Come along. Girls first.”

“Girls?” Pippa stared at Mother. “Are you seriously going to make me share a bath with Emmie? I’m sixteen, Mother!”

“Find yourself a husband and you will never have to bathe with your sister again. Until then…” Mother snapped her fingers and pointed through an open door behind her.

“Unbelievable.” Pippa snapped before stalking through the doorway, Em trailing behind her.

“Do you think I’m allowed to sit down?” Percy asked, surveying the fancy chairs as Mother closed the door behind the girls.

“Not with road stink on you.” Will said, pointedly sitting back down. “Mother will skin you if you ruin her chairs. She just had them reupholstered.”

“Of course she did.” Percy sighed, moving to go sit on the windowsill.

Three hours later, they were washed and pruned, and now decked out in their finest clothes, preparing to enter the Grand Hall. Father and Sebastien had finally them. The family lined up in their assigned pairs, Mother and Father first, Pippa and Seb in the middle, with Percy and Will bringing up the rear.

“Should I put my hand on yours, or would you like to be the lady in this situation?” Percy smirked at Will, nodding his head towards how Pippa had copied Mother’s stance, with her right hand placed over Seb’s left. Will snorted.

“Percy, I will beat the-“

“Do NOT embarrass me.” Mother hissed from the front, cutting off Pippa’s retort. “The QUEEN is in there. You will behave appropriately.” They all grew quiet for a moment.

“You know,” Will whispered, leaning in close as the group in front of them was introduced. “I’m glad Emmie didn’t come tonight.”

“Why’s that?” Percy asked, as the family moved into position in front of the massive doorway. He could see into the hall. It certainly was grand, with all the gold and silver and bronze glittering in the candlelight. At the far end of the room was a raised dais, where the queen sat. In front of her table stood the Lord of the Lantern Waste and his wife, where they bowed to the queen. That’s what Percy was about to do. They had traverse the length of the room, in front of everyone, and bow to the queen before they could sit down.

“Because if she was here, you would walk with her, and I would have to walk in there by myself like a fucking idiot.”  Percy had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. In front of him, he could see Pippa begin to squeeze Seb’s hand and he knew she was trying not to laugh. In front of her, he could see Mother’s shoulders tense. She had heard, and they would all be in for it later.  “Head up and eyes front.” Will whispered softly as they stepped to the edge of the red carpet.

“Lord and Lady Hart of Hartsmoor, Wardens of the North!” The steward declared, thumping his giant stick. The family began to walk forward. Percy was careful to stay in step with Will. He didn’t want to be the one to embarrass Mother in front of the entire court. “And their children, the Lady Philippa, and Sers Sebastien, Percival, and Willian!”

It felt like an eternity to cross the hall. Percy kept his gaze on the banner over the queen’s head, displaying the Narnian Lion. Percy thought a lion was much grander than his own family’s crest, which was a stupid hart, because what else would a family named Hart pick?  Percy always related the lion to Old King Peter, even though it was supposed to represent all of the Pevensies (and Aslan, of course). Percy glanced at Queen Tamzin for the first time as they reached the foot of the dais. Was she descended from a Pevensie? Or was she from the Telmarine line of King Caspian? That would make her descended from a star. Percy should know, as Mother had taught them. But, he didn’t remember. He probably hadn’t thought it horribly important at the time. She was beautiful, whoever her ancestors were, with her warm blonde hair and kind eyes.

Father and Mother stopped directly in front of the Queen. Seb released Pippa’s hand and stood to Father’s right, while Pippa walked to Mother’s left. Percy and Will split the same way, with Percy next to Pippa and Will next to Seb. They all bowed in unison. “Your Majesty,” Father called out as soon as they rose. “You are, of course, familiar with my older sons, but may I introduce my twins, uh…”Father gestured towards them and paused, his face flashing confusion. The pause went on long enough to become slightly awkward. Percy bit his lip and stared up at the Lion banner, stubbornly refusing to make eye contact with Pippa, even when she squeezed his hand. He couldn’t. If he looked at her, he knew he would crack.

Father had forgotten their names. Names that had literally been announced less than a minute ago. Father had never been overly familiar with him and Pippa, not like he was with Seb, but Percy didn’t think he was in such low regard as to have his name not even worth remembering. Did he really mean that little to Father? Or was Father perhaps having a stroke? Percy didn’t want to look over to find out.

“Philippa and Percival, Your Majesty.” Mother cut in, breaking the awkward pause. Percy hoped the Queen hadn’t noticed the slip up, for all their sakes. He and Pippa bowed their heads to the Queen. All Percy wanted to do was go sit down (or sink into the floor, that would also work). However, they couldn’t sit down until Queen Tamzin was done addressing them in whatever way she saw fit. Percy hoped they would just get a nod so they could quickly escape. But they probably wouldn’t. For the Queen to simply nod at her Warden of the North, while he was introducing his children no less, would be a serious snub. A severe insult. Percy knew Mother would never recover if she was insulted by the Queen, especially after such an insult from her own husband. He glanced up at the Queen, hoping his face wasn’t turning red, despite the heat he could feel on it. Please let this be over quickly.