#priscilla chambers

[bex-is-complex]

My favourite drag artists from DRAGULA!!!!

Who are your favourites?

Close ups below ⬇️

[yourbelgianthings]

thinking about when priscilla chambers was up for extermination (it was the operation game with actual shocks) and she joked can't we just do a lip sync or something clearly referencing drag race and then s5 monsters of rock part one BOOM it actually happens and everyone's jaw was on the floor, i know it's not how dragula works but it was just really funny to watch as someone who is also a fan of drag race

[perfettamentechic]

21 febbraio … ricordiamo …

21 febbraio … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2024: John Savident, attore britannico. Da giovane, Savident lavorò come agente di polizia, prima di lasciare l’arma per intraprendere la carriera d’attore. Molto attivo in campo teatrale, fece il suo debutto sulle scene nel 1964. Savident divenne noto soprattutto per aver interpretato Fred Elliott nella soap opera Coronation Street, un ruolo che interpretò per oltre settecento puntate tra il…

[tranz-regent]

zome hiztory firzt: landon cider, winner of s3 of dragula, who haz ztruggled with oral cancer and had to have part of his tongue removed and during the healing procezz waznt zure if hed ever be able to talk again

one of my fav drag performancez (and artiztz) everrr

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

In the spring of 1348, Windenburg was crumbling under the weight of the Black Death. Countless lives succumbed to the relentless plague, streets transformed into macabre scenes of despair. The pervasive stench of burning flesh lingered. The once-thriving city now echoed with the cries of mourning, as the relentless specter of death cast a sinister shadow over every corner. The realm itself seemed to be ensnared in an earthly hell, gripped by an unforgiving fate that spared none.

The merciless plague showed no mercy, claiming victims indiscriminately, children included. Within a heartbeat, entire family legacies crumbled into oblivion. Hope and prayer, feeble defenses against an insidious foe, echoed through homes turned into sanctuaries of desperation. The haunting specter of annihilation lingered, leaving shattered lives in its wake, a testament to the fragility of existence in the relentless grip of the Black Death.

Within the walls of Windenburg Castle, now sealed and guarded, none were granted entry. King Wilhelm, in a rare act of mercy, permitted his aunt, Dorthea, and two cousins, David and Richard, to seek refuge within. Accompanied by David's wife, Corrine, and their two children, Albert and Claudine, they entered the castle grounds before the doors were sealed, shutting out the menacing cries that lurked beyond. The castle became their sanctuary, safeguarded against the relentless onslaught of the Black Death that ravaged the world outside.

Amidst the shadows of the castle, King Wilhelm, David, and Richard gathered around the round table, their countenances marked by deep concern. Expressing gratitude, Richard acknowledged Wilhelm's generosity in providing refuge and began to recount the dire situation outside the castle walls. He detailed the profound suffering endured by David, whose household had succumbed to the relentless plague, compelling them to seek sanctuary within the castle's protective walls.

Family holds an immense significance for David. In 1345, he married Corrine, the youngest daughter of the late King Thomas and the now Dowager Queen Priscilla of Bagley. Corrine is also the younger sister of Queen Cordelia. Their union, marked by profound love, resulted in a strong familial bond with their children. Additionally, David's mother, Lady Dorethea, the widow of the late Prince Arthur of Windenburg and godmother to King Wilhelm, remains a cherished and vital part of their family structure.

On a fateful morning the following summer, King Wilhelm lay in the opulent confines of his bedchambers with Anne Matthews, his beloved mistress, as was his nightly routine. Unbeknownst to him, the looming horror of the black death was about to unravel. As Wilhelm awoke, the dim light filtering through heavy drapes revealed a ghastly sight, the telltale markings of the plague adorned Anne's body. Shock and terror gripped him instantly, and with a frantic urgency, he leaped from his bed, jolting Anne awake in abrupt dismay.

Wilhelm, stricken with terror, recoiled at the ghastly sight before him. Unable to bear looking directly at Anne, he pointed with dread to the markings of the plague that marred her once-vibrant skin. His voice trembled with fear as he uttered, "You're covered in the markings of the plague!" The shocking realization hit him like a relentless wave, and the gravity of the situation sank in. Fearful for his own health, knowing he had shared a bed with her, Wilhelm urgently called for his guards. In the midst of his panicked plea, Anne, overcome with terror, implored him to be reasonable, her pleas echoing in the dimly lit chamber.

With a sense of urgency, the guards burst into Wilhelm's chambers, swords drawn, catching Anne off guard. She stood momentarily frozen, the cold glint of steel sending shivers down her spine, before collapsing to her knees in a desperate plea. "Please, Wilhelm, spare me. I am so very frightened," she implored, her voice quivering with terror. Wilhelm, torn between mercy and the harsh reality of the plague, couldn't bring himself to order her immediate execution.

Instead, he directed his guards to escort her down to the dungeons of the castle. Within those dark, damp confines, nobles and staff alike languished, a haunting testament to the unyielding grip of the deadly contagion. The decision weighed heavily on Wilhelm, his actions a desperate attempt to contain the spread within the castle. Witnessing Anne's fate, Wilhelm confronted the harsh reality of the plague's rapid grasp. Fearing for his own life, he swiftly left to be bathed, his clothes and bedding consigned to the flames, a desperate attempt to purge any potential contamination.

With his mistress gone, Wilhelm, confronted with the stark reality of the abstinence he would face in the wake of this disease, summoned Cordelia to his chambers. He felt that Cordelia's presence could provide solace amid the pandemics chaos. As she reluctantly joined her estranged husband, the atmosphere grew thick with sorrow and uncertainty.

As the chilling winds of the plague swept through the land, Cordelia, existing in the shadow of profound despair that enveloped the realm, discovered the presence of new life within her. In the midst of death's unrelenting dance, the prospect of impending motherhood emerged as a luminous beacon of hope, casting its feeble light against the oppressive darkness.

As the winter of 1348 approached, the grip of the plague tightened its hold. Corrine awoke in her chambers to a harrowing sight. Her beloved husband, David, cloaked in the ominous markings of the deadly affliction. A primal scream escaped her lips, shattering the cold silence of the castle. The chilling wail reverberated through the stone walls, rousing the family from their uneasy slumber. Lady Dorthea crumpled to the floor in anguish at the sight of her son. Emotions ran high, unsettling the young children, as David sat, helpless and defeated, huddled in his bed, grappling with the cruel hand fate had dealt him.

Soon after Corrine's anguished screams pierced the air, the castle guards, accompanied by King Wilhelm, arrived at the chamber doors. With an air of trepidation, they entered the room, the heavy doors swinging open to reveal the somber scene within. The family, gripped by fear and uncertainty, stared at the intruders, their collective breaths held in suspense, awaiting the unfolding of the inevitable.

Dorthea, overcome with desperation, rushed toward King Wilhelm, her eyes pleading for mercy. The vigilant guard, wielding his sword as a stern barrier, halted her advance. She sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face, as she implored, "Please, Wilhelm, as your godmother, I beseech you. Spare my son. Remember the bond you shared with Arthur; David carries a piece of him." Wilhelm, confronted by Dorthea's tearful plea, met her gaze with an unusual expression of sorrow.

He extended a solemn promise, assuring her that David would not face execution. Instead, he would be confined to isolation, receiving care from the castle's physicians. Overwhelmed with grief, Dorthea approached Richard with tear-filled eyes, her voice silenced by the weight of despair. The knights gathered around David, whose family was enveloped in sorrow. Sobbing echoed through the chamber as the guards escorted him away, his two-year-old son, Albert, calling out for his papa in bewildered innocence, unaware of the grim reality unfolding before him.

With somber determination, the knights guided David through the echoing corridors of the castle, each step carrying the weight of impending doom. As they descended into the depths, the cold dungeons of Windenburg Castle greeted them. The air was thick with the stench of despair, and David was thrown into a bleak cell, surrounded by others afflicted by the cruel grasp of the plague. The door slammed shut, sealing him in darkness. David stood amidst the chilling silence, fear etched across his face as he confronted the grim reality of his uncertain fate, staring directly into the eyes of death itself.

[dallaswinstontruther]

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋welcome to my blog!!

my name is jane and i ‪‪❤︎‬ ‪‪❤︎‬ ‪‪❤︎‬ matt dillon

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𝄞⨾ movies: stand by me, bones and all, paris texas, au revoir les efants, attack the block, to die for, the virgin suicides, priscilla, rumble fish, drugstore cowboy, the outsiders, paranoid park, dead poets society, running on empty, good will hunting, school ties, mid90s, waves, before sunrise, enteral sunshine of the spotless mind, detention, drop dead gorgeous, the holdovers, my own private idaho, sleepers, ghost world, dangerous lives of altar boys, aftersun, dazed and confused, asteroid city, over the edge

artists: lana del rey, radiohead, jeff buckley, polvo, my bloody valentine, blood orange, air, fiona apple, wallows, frank ocean, elliot smith, the sundays, boa, lizzy mcalpine

actors: matt dillon, river phoenix, ethan hawke, timothèe chalamet, kieran culkin, corey haim, josh harnett

actresses: kirsten dunst, kate winslet, taylor russel, cailee spaney, natalie portman, diane lane, cristina ricci

hobbies: photography, filmmaking, drums, editing

random: infp, leo sun, cancer moon, capricorn rising, she/her

fictional characters: todd anderson, chris chambers, maren yearly, bonnie lisbon, laura palmer, ray (mid90s), peeta mellark, ponyboy curtis, layla (buffalo 66), sam weir, remi (close), dallas winston

directors: sofia coppola, gus van sant, & peter weir

matt movies: drugstore cowboy, to die for, over the edge, asteroid city, & the outsiders !!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ i post mostly the outsiders and anything related to matt dillon

dms are always open !!💋

[dr-gaytorius]

every now and then i remember that i actually used to be cool and really integrated with my local music (at least with the punk/metal/indie scene, I was even in a metal band once but I have horrible stage fright and quit after out first show lmao) and drag scene [i dated one of the queens in priscilla chambers (dragula s3) troupe for 3 years and was basically the gopher and occasional tailor for the trailer of chambers] and was actually somewhat high profile (for an introvert; i was everyones favorite stage kitten and also one time i was in the green room with abhora and they said i was hot and i was even in a side show act as a contortionist for a short time) and there is a STARK schism in my instagram where you can see in 2020 i experienced prolonged alone time and realized i actually love it and i got domesticated and had a medical emergency and almost died and ultimately did a 180, stopped talking to anyone or going out or dressing goth/punk or partying and started going to school and discovered thanatochemistry, fell in love with it and became extremely obsessed, and just became a reclusive nerd and dedicated my entire existence to the pursuit of deathcare and the science of death and disease. and no one ever heard from me again pretty much lmao

[doyouknowthisdragartist]

I found this picture while scrolling priscilla's instagram looking for a good picture of her to use for this poll, and debated adding it because it's so iconic but it went against a few of my guidelines for headshots (can only show the performer the poll is based on, etc) but I REALLY wanted to share it with you all so. behold.

goldilocks and the three bears (nsfw)

[wolfclad]

Your belly all swollen, your breasts heavy, the funny little way you would walk … I would worship you. I would take care of your every need. And everyone would know that I’d made you that way, that you belonged to me. / reverse tho 👀

Beneath the carved stone and mead-steeped rafters of Jorrvaskr, in the wolf-den burrowed into the frozen earth, the world was quiet. There, in the narrow cradle of his bed, amidst the mingled scent of sweat and musk and the ghost of lavender oil, Farkas lay ruined, exalted. His great limbs were slack with spent hunger, yet the hunger itself – unchanging, unconquerable – burned all the brighter for her nearness.

Priscilla.

Her name lived immortal on the velvet of his tongue. She who lay sprawled beside him, bathed in the soft gold glow of candle light, the hour uncertain in the stillness of the undercroft.

Her hair pooled over the roughspun linens, every tangled and fragrant strand one he had traced with thick, forge-blackened fingers. Her skin was blotched with the flush of their labours, the fervency of their love making: the bramble of his beard had left pink flares along her breasts, the inner arms, over the belly he adored. Priscilla bore the bruises of his devotion beautifully. Along her collarbone, where he had kissed too hard in the heat of the moment. At her hip, where his grasp had been possessive, guiding. Marks like plum petals pressed between the pages of some foreign tome.

Where her thighs had parted for him, he could see the glisten of their arousal mingled in her dark curls. It gleamed, the divine profanity of love made flesh. She smelt of him now. They smelt of one another.

Farkas stared, breath stilled, as her chest rose and fell, her nipple brushing his arm. Already, his calloused hands ached to touch her again.

He lowered his dark head, pressed his forehead to the soft slope of her belly. Her warmth filled his skull with visions, ancient and primal. His voice, when it came, was thick with awe and yearning:

“Your belly all swollen, your breasts heavy, the funny little way you would walk… I would worship you. I would take care of your every need. And everyone would know that I’d made you that way, that you belonged to me.”

The truth of it ached in his bones. That she was not his to own made no difference to the beast inside him – that which howled beneath the twin moons, that which woke clawed and senseless. Priscilla was his mate, not by law nor ceremony, but by scent, by sweat, by blood. She was written into his bone marrow, into the sinews of his too-large heart.

Outside, wind muttered along the cobblestone streets of Whiterun, but the chamber was warm, thick with her. Farkas buried his face into the hollow beneath her breast, tasting the salt of her skin, and whispered nothing more.

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

I’m combining all the info I have on my TFRB Monster High AU here.

I decided: Milo, Chickadee, and Quint Quarry are human.

Cody is a halfa like his siblings but is the only one of the 4 of them to look completely human.

Poll votes decided:

Monsters: Amy, Mrs. Neederlander, Madeline

Humans: Hayley, Taylor, Doc Greene, Huxley, Deputy Barney

Halfas: Evan & Myles, Priscilla, Frankie

Hybrid: Anna Baranova

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Frankie is half human (by dad genetics) and half franken (by mom genetics).

I personally like to think her torso, neck, and head are all rightfully attached like the average human, and her limbs are stitched!

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Baranova was going to be a hybrid of whatever two monster types she got the highest percent of in her last poll. Witch won the poll, so she is half witch. The second largest percentage was 15.8%, which is a tie between vampire and plant monster.

I’m just going to say she is half vampire then, because I’m almost certain vampire would win over plant monster if I made a poll for it.

Baranova is half witch, half vampire.

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Doctor Morocco is human, but the anti-aging chamber also makes him look like a monster.

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Woodrow is human/werewolf.

Charlie is human/werewolf and his late wife is human/witch.

Kade looks mainly werewolf. Dani looks evenly split. Graham looks mainly witch.

[gothicdreamklown]

Okay Here me out

These headcanons are fucking killing me and my sensitive brain so with that I have to dump my brain so if these sound weird I apologize. But today's most likely rants and a headcanon are about my two hyperfixations, Brahms Heelshire from the movie the boy and gattapefur from the movie krampus because I am losing my braincells as each day passes when I think about these two cuties but chonky.

Brahms heelshire

Honestly Brahms lives in the back of my head rent free 24/7. I've seen some imagines here of him chonky and they make me happy along with some art pieces which also makes me happy. How I managed to start liking the movie again was after seeing an edit of Brahms himself in my youtube feed (which also led to my horror phase coming back)

Gattapefur

Gattapefur is the most chunkiest out of all the dark elves he lives with (although I imagined the elves he lives with have a bit of small chonk along with stretchmarks underneath those layers of clothes to keep them warm, so who wouldn't have the urge to gently hug them?)

Gattapefur gets secretly excited when ketkrokur makes dessert with dinner which is why Gattapefur makes sure he saves some room for dessert after every dinner

Gattapefur sometimes overstuffs himself on accident and may result to him getting a food coma. If he is so full after dinner he'll retreat to his sleeping chamber and take a nap to sleep off his dinner

Now that gattapefur is chonky he needs to upgrade his main outfit so he can feel comfortable and snug in it. Of course he has his clothes altered with the help of Priscilla (my krampus-sona that I ship him with)

When he takes a small nap during the day long hours before dinner he'll wake up snacking on some cookies while he's still groggy as hell

[lazzarella]

Top 10 Things

For some reason, I've decided to compile lists of my various top ten things, a completely pointless venture because I highly doubt anyone will read it, and I already know what they are, but I'm doing it anyway! lol

(I've included: bands; solo artists; albums; books; poems; graphic novels/comics; tv shows; BL series; murder mystery shows; movies; actors; actresses; directors; musicals)

BANDS

The Beatles

ABBA

Belle and Sebastian

Led Zeppelin

The Raveonettes

The Decemberists

Ramones

Blondie

Sparks

Judas Priest

SOLO ARTISTS

John Grant

Rufus Wainwright

Connie Francis

Kylie Minogue

Angel Olsen

Prince

Sufjan Stevens

Kate Bush

David Bowie

Keaton Henson

ALBUMS

Queen of Denmark by John Grant

69 Love Songs by The Magnetic Fields

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel

Rubber Soul by The Beatles

Picaresque by The Decemberists

Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin

You Could Have It So Much Better by Franz Ferdinand

Purple Rain by Prince

Transformer by Lou Reed

If You're Feeling Sinister by Belle and Sebastian

BOOKS

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Grief is the Thing With Feathers by Max Porter

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter

The Charioteer by Mary Renault

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

POEMS

Having a Coke With You by Frank O'Hara

Every poem in Crush by Richard Siken

The Second Coming by WB Yeats (alternatively, The Mermaid)

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Tired by Langston Hughes

Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo

GRAPHIC NOVELS/COMICS

Paper Girls

Ghost World

Persepolis

Bandette series

Delilah Dirk and the Turkish Lieutenant + sequels

The Fade Out

The Case of the Missing Men

The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal

It's a Good Life, If You Don't Weaken

Nimona

TV SHOWS (that are not BLs or murder mysteries XD)

Spaced

Supernatural

The Hour

Buffy

Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes

This is England 86/88/90

I Love Lucy

Pushing Daisies

Dark

In the Flesh OR The Young Ones OR Xena (I was going to choose but meh)

(A full list of my favourite TV shows on Serializd)

BL SERIES (MASTERLIST HERE)

Moonlight Chicken

My Personal Weatherman

KinnPorsche

Cherry Magic (Thailand)

Century of Love

Wandee Goodday

Old Fashion Cupcake

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Only Friends

Jack O'Frost

(I have a feeling Kidnap is going to take the place of one of these though)

MURDER MYSTERY SHOWS

Poirot

Marple

Rosemary and Thyme

Twin Peaks (it counts XD)

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Endeavour

Beyond Evil

Murder, She Wrote

Jonathan Creek

George Gently

MOVIES

(if I do subcategories for this, we'd be here all day! But ftr my favourite genres are film noir, musicals, rom-coms, horror—mostly slashers and gialli, 50s/60s sci-fi...)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Clue

Strictly Ballroom

Charade

Velvet Goldmine

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Call Me By Your Name

God's Own Country

Secretary

That Thing You Do!

(A full list of my favourite films on Letterboxd)

ACTORS

Robert Redford

Colin Farrell

James Spader

Keanu Reeves

Danny Kaye

Humphrey Bogart

Dirk Bogarde

Frank Sinatra

Jack Lemmon

Ben Whishaw

ACTRESSES

(only separating by gender to get more in XD)

Doris Day

Audrey Hepburn

Amy Adams

Lucille Ball

Jane Fonda

Kirsten Dunst

Marilyn Monroe

Nicole Kidman

Michelle Williams

Cate Blanchett

DIRECTORS

Gregg Araki

Alfred Hitchcock

John Waters

Sofia Coppola

Agnès Varda

Wes Anderson

Billy Wilder

Pedro Almodóvar

Stanley Donen

Dario Argento

MUSICALS

(only counting ones I've seen productions of myself)

The Rocky Horror Show

Little Shop of Horrors

Aladdin

Matilda

Cats

Chicago

Hairspray

Wicked

Singin' in the Rain

9 to 5 tied with Priscilla: Queen of the Desert

[migueldelaguila]

Hey everyone! I’m so excited to share some March 2025 performances of my works around the world this March! 🎶🌍 Check out the dates and join me and these amazing musicians.

🗓 3/9/2025 Sunset Song Midori Samson, bassoon | Priscilla Navarro, piano Swarthout Recital Hall, University of Kansas, School of Music, Lawrence, KS

🗓 3/11/2025 Herbsttag Arioso Furioso Trio Conservatorio di Musica di Vicenza A. Pedrollo, Vicenza, Italy

🗓 3/15/2025 Ave Maria Chora Nova Choir | John Kendall, conductor First Church Berkeley, Berkeley, CA

🗓 3/20/2025 Blue Samba & Pianola Rebelde Powers-De La Torre Piano Duo Society for American Music 2025 Convention, Tacoma, WA

🗓 3/26/2025 Submerged Trio Becel Flagey – Place Sainte-Croix, Brussels, Belgium

🗓 3/27/2025 Submerged Camarada | Mingei Concert Series Mingei International Museum, San Diego, CA

🗓 3/28/2025 Submerged Rajhans Harp Duo (Catherine Rajhans/Elizabeth Rajhans) Queen’s House – Great Hall, Royal Museum Greenwich, London, UK

🗓 3/29/2025 Caribeña – for orchestra Stratus Chamber Orchestra | Adam Torres, conductor | Kim Robards Dance Theater Denver, CO

🗓 3/30/2025 Disagree! Ensemble Melba Temple St-Paul, Villeneuve, Switzerland

Can’t wait to share these moments with you all! 🎶✈️ www.migueldelaguila.com

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[studebakerhearse]

Not to doxx myself but the fact that I'm in the same neck of the woods as Priscilla Chambers and could get a tattoo from her is cuhrazy

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Illusion of Loyalty

For more than three years, Cordelia's whereabouts have remained a mystery. On Christmas night in the year 1353, the royal family gathered at Windenburg Castle for an opulent feast befitting royalty. The dining hall glowed softly in the dim light as snowflakes danced outside, lending a cozy atmosphere to the occasion. King Edward, now approaching his sixteenth year, sat solemnly at the head of the table, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his absent mother. Despite the festivities and merriment around him, the lingering absence of Queen Cordelia cast a somber shadow over the gathering.

Since 1350, numerous events have unfolded in rapid succession. In the autumn of 1352, the Kingdom of Bagley faced a formidable threat as the French launched an invasion in a bid to seize control of the land. Their massive army forced Bagley's royal family into exile, seeking refuge in Willowshire. Tragedy struck when Finchwick fell to the invaders, culminating in a devastating ambush on Bagley Castle that left it in ruins, the billowing smoke a grim testament to the chaos that ensued. As the summer of 1353 arrived, the once-proud Royal House of Bagley found itself teetering on the brink of collapse under the relentless onslaught of war.

Back at Willowshire Castle, the suffering persists. Priscilla, the Dowager Queen of Bagley and the last living descendant of the Tredonian Dynasty, a pure Tredonian lineage that has endured since the year 999, has grown gravely ill in recent weeks. She lay in her chambers, surrounded by family, being comforted by her daughter Corrine. Suddenly, she awoke from her slumber, looked to Corrine, and asked, "Wherefore art thou, Cordelia? Hast thou unearthed her whereabouts?" Corrine looked at her mother with sad eyes, softly shaking her head. The look of fear lingered in Priscilla's eyes as she responded, "My dear Corrine, as I lay here, feeling the weight of time pressing upon me, I must share with you a heavy burden that rests upon my heart. My soul trembles with the fear of the unknown. In these moments of uncertainty, I urge you to remember that even in darkness, there is strength to be found. Hold fast to hope, for it is a beacon that guides us through the darkest of nights. Trust in the resilience of our family, and believe that love will prevail, no matter the trials we face. Remember, my child, that courage is not the absence of fear, but the determination to persevere despite it. Let these words be a balm for your troubled spirit, and may they grant you the fortitude to weather this storm with grace and resilience."

Corrine provided assurance to Priscilla that their search for Cordelia would never cease, affirming the enduring legacy of the Bagley Dynasty. The next morning, Priscilla succumbed to her illness at the age of 66. Her grieving family gathered around her, draped in mourning attire, grappling with the unfathomable reality of her passing.

King Henry perceived the ominous signs accumulating around Bagley, the economy plummeting as the French ravaged markets and homes, spreading chaos through the once-prosperous kingdom. Amidst this turmoil, King Henry discerned an opportunity that could not be overlooked. Meeting with King Edward of Windenburg and his trusted Regent and Lord Protector, Lord Richard, King Henry orchestrated a pivotal meeting.

Gathered within the solemn halls of Windenburg Castle, Henry, Edward, and Richard engaged in negotiations fraught with tension and urgency. Aware of Bagley's dire state and the looming threat of the French invasion, Henry proposed a bold exchange. In a solemn pact, Henry relinquished the deed to Willowshire, a symbolic gesture of trust and alliance, in exchange for a substantial amount of gold from Windenburg that would provide them security for years to come.

The terms were meticulously crafted to ensure Bagley's survival amidst the ravages of war, the gold serving as a vital lifeline to protect the kingdom's interests and fortify its defenses. Edward, recognizing the gravity of the situation and the importance of solidarity among neighboring realms, graciously accepted the agreement. In an act of magnanimity, Edward extended hospitality to Henry and his kin, permitting them to remain within the walls of Willowshire Castle until the tumultuous war had run its course.

After the grandeur of the Christmas feast had faded and the halls of Windenburg Castle quieted down, King Edward retired to his chambers for the night. However, sleep eluded him, and a gnawing hunger stirred his stomach. With a sigh, he rose from his bed and made his way to the dimly lit dining hall, hoping to find a servant to attend to his late-night craving.

As he stepped into the corridor outside his chambers, his ears caught snippets of conversation coming from nearby. Against the stone wall, he listened intently as Lord Richard and Father Paul Leudemond engaged in a discussion that sent shivers down his spine.

"Intriguing," Paul remarked with a sly grin. "First, Bagley Castle succumbs to flames, a spectacle fit for legends." Lord Richard nodded in agreement, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"And then, the Dowager Queen Priscilla's demise. Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?" The tone grew somber as they delved into the recent events, with Paul adding, "A cruel twist indeed. But let us not overlook the grand finale. Willowshire slipping through their fingers into Windenburg's embrace. Oh, the tragedy of Bagley seems boundless." Despite the gravity of their words, Lord Richard couldn't help but chuckle with a hint of mockery. "Ah, but there's one more delightful twist to savor. Our elusive Cordelia, hidden away amidst the chaos. Yet, we know precisely where she lies."

Paul nodded in agreement, summing up their thoughts. Both men erupted into laughter at their manipulation of power, oblivious to King Edward's vigilant ears absorbing every word.

Consumed by fury, Edward felt the weight of betrayal heavy upon his shoulders as he refrained from confronting Lord Richard and Father Paul. His mind echoed with their mocking laughter, each chuckle a dagger in his trust. As he retreated to the sanctuary of his chambers, the flickering candlelight cast shadows of doubt upon his once unyielding faith in those around him.

Inside, the room seemed to shrink around him, suffocating him with the enormity of his anger. His clenched fists trembled, his jaw tight with restrained emotions. The silence was deafening, amplifying the bitter taste of realization that trust, once a cherished virtue, had become a fragile illusion in the treacherous landscape of a political game.