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Chapter 1.07 - The Childhood Home

Helena found herself standing in front of another house. This one happened to be the one she grew up in.

Helena never could decide if her sister was lucky or not. Candice lived in a house just across the street from their parents and older brother. She got to be close to family all the time, while Helena had to meticulously plan every visit home.

There were times she was grateful for the distance. Her father had always influenced her actions. He had been the one to encourage her to develop the relationship with Anthony all those years ago. It was not until she was older that she realized that every step of her relationship had been calculated by her own father.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?” Juliana, Helena’s mother, appeared on the front porch and made her way towards her oldest daughter.

Helena smiled, thankfully, or rather hopefully, her mother was blissfully unaware of just how manipulative the man she married was. “I was just taking it all in. It’s been a while since I’ve been home. You’ve made some changes.”

“Oh sweetie, I am glad you are here, and so is your father.” Helena’s mother hugged her tightly. “Everyone is inside. I see Candice, Jack, and the kids aren’t here too…”

“Well, I am a bit early aren’t I. Dad said he wanted to talk to me before dinner.”

“Yes, you are. I was just hoping to get a picture with all of my babies before we eat. It’s so rare that everyone is in the same place at the same time.”

“I’m going to be here for a while, mom. We’ll definitely be able to get that picture. Is dad in his study?”

“Yes, he is. Why don’t you go on in. He is waiting for you.”

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WIP - NOW AVAILABLE - 18th Century English Parliamentary Items

We have tried to create some items from the 18th-century House of Commons since political fever has recently hit various countries. Since we like creating historical CC we decided to make some items from the old English House of Commons.

We have had to adapt it to fit the rules and boundaries of the game but it all works well.

This mini set is great for historical storytelling and allows you to build a House of Commons themed debating room.

This set includes:

1 Speaker's Chair/Throne

2 Parliamentary Benches

1 Functional Debating Station (Needs Discover University Pack to work)

1 Very Large Fireplace

2 Friezes

2 Tall Wall Panels

1 Small panel

2 Window Panels

1 Railing

1 Banister

1 Banister/Railing Post

1 Triangular Panel For Stairs

1 Wall Column

1 Column With Candlestick Holder

2 Fake Balconies

1 Over Door Head Panel

1 Door

Part 2 may follow in future

We Hope You Enjoy

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👑 26+ Sims 4 Royal Furniture CC: Beds, Sofas, & More

As promised earlier this week, we released our Sims 4 Royal Furniture CC post to compliment our Royal Clothing and Accessories post.

This post focuses on all the amazing furniture pieces you will need to fill up your amazing palances or castles.

🤴🏻 Find the royal furniture collection here. 🏰

Thanks to cc creators: @annadedanann @strangestorytellersims @anachrosims @thegoldensanctuary @themarblemortal @aggressivekitty @brazenlotus @thejim07 @lustrousims @natalia-auditore @felixandresims @lilis-palace

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Prepare to Be Amazed: 21+ Best Royal Furniture CC for Your Sims! ✨

Ready to make your Sims' homes fit for royalty with amazing furniture in The Sims 4?

You're in for a treat! In this post, you'll see the most incredible Sims 4 royal furniture cc that'll transform your Sims' living spaces into regal wonderlands. Get ready for a royal makeover!

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You've made our digital kingdoms truly breathtaking! 🧡

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brighton's queens (and almost queens)

1. Queen Claricia - wife of King James "The Great" 2. Queen Helena - wife of King Phillip 3. Queen Caterina - wife of King Evrard 4. Queen Elera - wife of King Marcel 5. Queen Maria - wife of King Charles I 6. Queen Rosamund - wife of King George 7. Queen Ingrid - wife of King Edward I 8. Queen Anne - wife of King Robert 9. Queen Margaret - wife of King Charles II 10. Queen Regent Phillippa - wife of Crown Prince Edric † 11. Queen Mary - wife of King Edward II 12. Queen Elizabeth - wife of King Richard 13. Queen Adeline - wife of King Alexander 14. Queen Isabella - wife of King Edward III 15. Queen Madeline - wife of King Arthur 16. Queen Lorena - wife of King Charles III 17. Queen Genevieve - wife of King James II 18. Queen Felicity ♕ 19. Cecilia, Dowager Princess of Ashmere - wife of Crown Prince Felix † 20. Queen Consort Liliana - wife of King Harrison

† indicates royal consorts whose husbands died before they could succeed to the throne ♕ indicates queen regnant

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The Wedding Reception of Queen Viviana II and King Philippe of the Ionian Union, Wittmund Palace.

Thank you to everyone who sent sims and to everyone who stayed through to the end of The Way We Were.

Wedding Program - Arrivals - Portraits I - Ceremony

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Vitola Palace, the official residence of the Simsicilian monarch.

Here is an outside guide of the Palace.

-Vitola Palace Front side: Also known as the Front-Wing houses all of the state rooms. At the center of this wing we also have the famous balcony of the palace.

-Palace Gate: The gate is located west of the palace where you directly enter the west gardens.

-The West-Wing: This wing houses the apartments of the monarch, filled with lavish luxury rooms. This is as private as it gets for the Imperial family.

-Palacio de la Mare: Is a palace directly across from the west-wing. Emperor Augusto built this palace for his mother, Queen Anne of Valegona. Every Empress Mother has resided in this palace ever since.

-The East-Wing: There isn't a picture shown but the outside is a direct copy of the west-wing. The inside however houses multiple apartments for other lower ranking members of the Imperial family.

-St Augusto Cathedral: Formerly known as St Maria Antonia's Cathedral was remodeled after the accession of Emperor Augusto.

-Flags: The flag of Simsicily always flies above the front-wing, but the standart flag of the monarch only flies on the west-wing front tower when the monarch is at the palace.

We hope you enjoyed our virtual tour!

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QUEEN GIFTS ANYA AND GUS THEIR VERY OWN "STARTER PALACE"

Where should a Prince and Princess live? In a palace, of course, and the Queen seems to agree! Her Majesty gifted the royal newlyweds a lavish 112-room palace, located right in the heart of the country.

Several reports confirm that Her Majesty has handed over the keys of the magnificent Mulberry Palace to Gus and Anya! The impressive 270-year old Palace is among the privately-owned residences of the Royal Family.

Located in Brindlebridge, Mulberry Palace sits within Mulberry Park and boasts acres upon acres of land, complete with scenic views and thriving wildlife - perfect for outdoorsy Anya and Gus.

It also has a reflecting pool, a grand fountain, formal gardens, perfectly manicured lawns, and a detached observatory! We can only imagine the upkeep, because the property also boasts five kitchens, two ballrooms, an indoor pool, and even a bowling alley!

But as Palaces go, it's apparently on the "smaller" side, and the Queen thought it would be a great training ground, a "starter palace" of sorts, for the future Queen and her consort. A royal expert shares:

"Mulberry is a stunning property, and while its vast grounds and a hundred something rooms are certainly impressive, it's on the smaller scale, as palaces go. For context, Brindleton Palace has over 800 rooms, and Briar Palace - the Queen's country retreat - boasts over 600 rooms. But, again, that's not to diminish Mulberry in any way. I've been fortunate enough to visit, and its art collection alone will make your jaw drop. It may be small, but it's incredibly luxurious. It's big without being too big, and I think Her Majesty recognises its potential as the perfect setting to raise a young family... a starter palace, so to speak."

The Queen also reportedly thought that the property would be perfect for Gus and Anya, who are both very active and love the outdoors. The expert further spills:

"It has all the modern luxuries anyone could want, and since Mulberry is a private residence, they can also explore the grounds in peace, without the nosy public prying and taking photos. This is a great place to relax and unwind for those two. I can already see Anya riding her horses, and Gus going on a run around the Palace grounds."

The wedding gift came in a little late, because, apparently, some minor renovations and improvements had to be done to ensure that everything is in tip-top shape for Their Royal Highnesses.

No news yet on whether Gus and Anya will be calling Mulberry their official residence. Currently, the lovebirds reside in Agneau House, and their office is also based there, too.

But seeing as Mulberry Palace is a long drive from the city (about three hours by car), we're guessing they'll continue to stay in Agneau and spend their holidays in Mulberry. Guess we'll have to see!

'Grats on the new digs, Your Royal Highnesses! When's the housewarming party, and are we invited?

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⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | N°28 | Francesim, Palais des Tuileries, Paris, 13 Fructidor An 230

Emperor Napoleon V and Empress Charlotte have announced the joyous news of the upcoming arrival of their first child, the future heir to the throne of Francesim. This is a momentous occasion for the imperial couple and the entire nation, which eagerly awaits the birth of this child. While the baby’s gender and name remain closely guarded secrets, anticipation is already palpable among the people, who are preparing to celebrate this new addition to the imperial lineage with great enthusiasm.

As Francesim rejoices at the news of the imperial couple’s first child, a pressing question fills public conversations and speculations: will Emperor Napoleon V be at his wife’s side in the coming months? This question is especially pertinent given the Regency, which allows the Empress to govern in the Emperor’s absence as he pursues military training.

In this unprecedented situation, observers wonder if the sovereign, already far from the palace, might set aside his ambitions temporarily to support Charlotte through this crucial period. The answer to this question could well shape the coming months and further endear the young imperial family to the French people.

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⚜ Traduction française

L’Empereur Napoléon V et l’Impératrice Charlotte ont révélé l’heureuse nouvelle de l’arrivée prochaine de leur premier enfant, futur héritier du trône de Francesim. C'est un événement marquant pour le couple impérial, mais aussi pour toute la nation, qui se réjouit d'accueillir ce bébé. Si le sexe et le prénom de l'enfant restent encore des secrets bien gardés, l'attente est déjà palpable au sein du peuple, qui se prépare à célébrer avec ferveur cet héritier de la lignée impériale.

Alors que la Francesim célèbre l'annonce du premier enfant du couple impérial, une question brûlante anime les conversations et les spéculations. De nombreux Français s'interrogent : l'Empereur Napoléon V sera-t-il aux côtés de son épouse, l'Impératrice Charlotte, durant ces prochains mois ? Cette interrogation prend tout son sens dans le contexte de la Régence, mise en place pour permettre à l'Impératrice de gouverner en l'absence de son époux, parti parfaire sa formation militaire.

Avec cette situation inédite, les observateurs se demandent si le souverain, déjà engagé loin du palais, pourra s'accorder une pause dans ses ambitions pour soutenir Charlotte durant cette période cruciale. Une question dont la réponse pourrait bien influencer le cours des prochains mois et nourrir encore davantage l'attachement des Français pour leur jeune famille impériale.

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𝐍𝐎. 𝟏𝟒   ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ❜   |   VARIOUS LOCATIONS, OCTOBER 1991

❧  𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  /  𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  /  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

Morningstar Cafe was, by day, a drab second-floor shop that offended passersby with its single item menu. You could have a sour corn beverage, potentially with sugar if the woman behind the counter felt like offering it. Most days, she didn’t. ‘Drink what we give you,’ a sign by the register threatened. That warning became a galvanizing motto after dark—once the place transformed into a lively, hip spot flooded with whichever socialites happened to be town that night. A gruff woman with a magazine under her nose manned the door. Her job was ensuring only those with reservations or a spot on the list made it inside. The first time he’d gone, Renzo earned a hard shove in the chest from this woman, who demanded he take off his cap and sunglasses before she consented to allowing him inside. He wasn’t going to get belligerent with her. He’d promised Karolina that he would be on his best behavior—no liquor or uppers before, smile for the cameras, no fighting. ‘What, you think I’m impersonating myself? Really?’ It was hard to imagine, but the door lady had shrugged, ‘You’d be surprised. Lot of desperate pretty boys in town.’

❧ back back back at it again (posting ass, leonor’s) this is one of my sleeper favorites !!!! it looks cool to me, and i have the best time writing renzo pov, i have discovered.

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

Morningstar Cafe was, by day, a drab second-floor shop that offended passersby with its single item menu. You could have a sour corn beverage, potentially with sugar if the woman behind the counter felt like offering it. Most days, she didn’t. ‘Drink what we give you,’  a sign by the register threatened. That warning became a galvanizing motto after dark—once the place transformed into a lively, hip spot flooded with whichever socialites happened to be Canaris that night. A gruff woman with a magazine under her nose manned the door. Her job was ensuring only those with reservations or a spot on the list made it inside. The first time he’d gone, Renzo earned a hard shove in the chest from this woman, who demanded he take off his cap and sunglasses before she consented to allowing him inside. He wasn’t going to get belligerent with her. He’d promised Karolina that he would be on his best behavior—no liquor or uppers before, smile for the cameras, no fighting. ‘What, you think I’m impersonating myself? Really?’ It was hard to imagine, but the door lady had shrugged, ‘You’d be surprised. Lot of desperate pretty boys in town.’ 

They were on friendlier terms now, and he didn’t need a familiar-faced escort to waltz inside. It was just an enjoyable dining spot beneath the veneer of fame that made it a known place. The grilled fish and delicate desserts weren’t worth a trip down south all by themselves, but they were a welcome consolation prize when work necessitated going to the seaside. Friends from Nakawe were there this week, vacationing or working themselves; meeting at the Morningstar was a no-brainer. They could have sat in the back until morning while the glasses piled up on the table, and they would have if not for an unexpected interruption. Renzo anticipated the waitress who wandered over unprompted would stop by someone else’s shoulder and was caught off-guard when she bent over at his instead. She murmured her message, direct and discreet, and then gestured toward the constantly swinging door the led into the bustling kitchen. 

Without an explanation to anyone staring with expectant eyes, he went to take the call that had come through the manager’s telephone and requested him by name. It was a surprise to hear Leonor’s voice on the other end of the line but perhaps less surprising that she sounded close to tears as she hurried to explain herself. The words jumbled together. He listened hard to make out what she was saying. In the end, the details didn’t matter. She paused at length to take a deep, unsteady, therapeutic inhale, then blurted out: ‘Can I see you tonight? I need you. Please.’ 

She was also supposed to be away, which she’d informed him in a telephone call before she ran off to the airport. Instead of her trip, they talked for a few minutes about the gift he sent her. She promised to watch it when she got home. He suggested they watch it together. She made a joke about needing to stay home for a while anyway. He agreed with her. Had she seen the note? She had. And she forgave him for it? She did. Quiet, the kind that meant they were both smiling and making heart eyes at thin air. That was it. Yet, an obvious question had ballooned in front of him as soon as she mentioned she was invited to spend a couple days with her family—that her father had arranged it and insisted she join, no strings attached. It was distracting, that balloon, but he’d refused to pop it. They both knew “family time” would end poorly somehow, although he could admit after this phone call that he hadn’t anticipated such a spectacular disaster. 

She was crying outright by the time she ended the call. It concluded hastily, mid-sob. Maybe she rushed off to gather her things, too relieved to say goodbye. She was taking the jet. The royals, almost to a person, flew private whenever they had to—and when they didn’t. Easy, she could summon a flight and be back in Nakawe in a couple hours’ time. He was going home by train, meanwhile, and it would take more time than that. She explained it to him once with the smuggest look on her face. ‘Our pilots are on call,’ she’d said. He remembered that she was eating some kind of fruit while she talked; she tossed them into her mouth like candy, which was fine because she figured they were mostly water and therefore mostly calorie-free. ‘They’re ready anytime I want. They come when I tell them to.’ To this, he had replied, ‘Oh, yeah? Me too.’ 

Most likely, she ended the call in a hurry because she was embarrassed to be resuming what she’d been doing before she got desperate enough to pick up the phone. 

Leonor didn’t cry a lot, not really. That was a small blessing because Renzo never fully knew what to do when it happened. What he had gathered over the years was that women wanted to be consoled if they bothered to cry in front of you. It was gravely important to say nothing that mattered and wear a shirt that could handle wet mascara, running eyeliner, possibly snot that you absolutely could not comment on.  If you weren’t wearing a shirt, they went for the neck. If you joked about the snot, the situation went nuclear. When men cried, it was the same deal, minus the requirement that you play daddy and give them hugs and kisses. The nuclear option was mutual destruction. ‘Crying’s for pussies.’ ‘Are you calling me—’ ‘Well, ain’t you?’ Blows ensue. Everyone feels better—superficially, at least, which was what mattered. For her part, Leonor cried when there were no words to say, for better or worse, or, crucially, when she wasn’t ready to have them coaxed out of her. 

He hadn’t intended to be drafted into service as a makeshift counselor, but it just worked out that way, and he had never been one to reject what simply fell into place. By the time the waitress appeared in the office doorway to check on him—or whatever her purpose was, maybe just to eavesdrop—he had run the usual course of reactions. Slinging a grieving princess over his shoulder and carrying her out of her darkest hours wasn’t easy work. It required clarity and consideration that he didn’t often like to possess. It would have been much easier to respond with, ‘Hey, can you shut the fuck up, I’m try to live a bullshit-free life over here.’ That was the problem with caring. 

Yet, his theory was that he had taken to acting so well because he had never actually stopped being a introspective, sensitive little boy who moved like grass in the wind with whatever weather he was caught in. He got used to storms early on. Clear skies were welcome, but they left him feeling restless and parched. The storm went inward. The wind was always blowing, harsh, howling, in there. Other people saw that and called it different things, somewhere between “troubled” and “passionate,” adjacent to “intense,” in the neighborhood of “desirable” and “steer clear.” Whatever it was, Leonor had met him and looked, without knowing, directly at it. 

‘Bring her around,’ he had told Kore. It wasn’t his business, that she was friends with someone whose mother had just died and who was so unbearably sad about it that she might just fade away all together and who really just needed a pick-me-up, something to make her smile, but without all of the pressure, you know, that comes with being out and about when you’re someone like that, since you can’t just get drunk and go crazy for a night without scrutiny, or rumors, or—! No, that was not his business. However, the conversation had been unending, and everyone squeezed into the Den’s best corner seating wanted to gossip about her. Interjecting with an obvious solution ended it. Or, it prompted them to start reminiscing about their fun times, and it gave him an opening to get up and wander away. Having made it his business, he had to put more thought into it later. He didn’t read the news, certainly not the kind that would be most informative, but he didn’t have to look far to find smiling pictures of then-twenty year old Leonor with her long, straight hair and round cheeks. She always wore red. She looked like her mother, who was indeed very dead. 

The concept of royalty was still perplexing and off-putting, like being somewhere people insisted ghosts and fairies were real, which was also true of Uspana. Still, whatever it meant, she looked like a princess. She looked even more that way up close, and she acted like it, too. He couldn’t resist indulging in a bit of mockery. Surprisingly, she was game enough to allow it—that and the observations he made, that she screamed misplaced and full of despair. It couldn’t have been flattering. ‘You know all about that, huh,’ he joked when she suggested the place sounded pretentious. It wasn’t a joke, but it sunk in that she wasn’t quite what he expected. Although unnameable in the moment, she had been honest in an earnest way. There was a conversation she wanted to have, one they hardly began that night; he recognized belatedly that she chose to have it with him. Only, it couldn’t have had much to do with him specifically. He asked her in time why she’d been so open. Her response struck him the same way: ‘I don’t know. I was drinking for the first time in a while? You wouldn’t let me break eye contact? Approval-seeking?’ She had looked at her hands, then added, ‘You know I’m a believer. So, because I was meant to be that way with you, then and there. That’s why.’  

Renzo wasn’t a believer, not the way she was. Still, he couldn’t deny that there was truth in her observation. That’s what she’d been, attractive and intriguing and truthful, in that order. When Pat had fished an admission out of him on a rooftop in California just a couple months ago, that was more truth. Leonor was precious. He did like to be around her, to listen to her, to receive her affection. She was affectionate, which was a relief because that’s what his introspective, sensitive, small self needed. And, anyway, listening to her problems and dispensing advice wasn’t how they spent all of their time. 

Leonor was curious in a ravenous way. She wanted to learn everything under the sun, and she was usually too arrogant to go about it without pure, uncut enthusiasm and confidence. Allowing herself to be taught was a favor, a sign of affection unto itself. That became apparent to him quickly. She looked down her nose at store clerks with tentative suggestions, but she peppered him with questions and savored the answers like fine, melt-in-your-mouth morsels. It was hard to not be flattered. When it was time to listen and dispense advice, he found opportunities to pluck bitter fruit of experience from his own life and make it into something sweet, even nourishing, for her. That was rare. Now it was plentiful. He spent a lot of time trying to live outside of himself, yet clarity and consideration weren’t such hard asks when she was doing the asking. Typical of people accustomed to taking, she seemed never afraid to ask for anything.

All of this was a problem that became worse by the day. The consequences were piling up. It wouldn’t be possible to outrun them eventually, and that moment would come without warning. Everything stacked comes crashing down. Life had very few certainties, but the hard hammer of reality falling was one of them. Renzo knew that. He also knew that he had other problems—namely, that he was, like any consummate addict, hard-pressed to stop good feelings no matter how obvious and unavoidable the terrible consequences would be. Setting aside questions of willingness, it was irresponsible and selfish to pull Leonor into this kind of morass. Of course, he counted those tendencies among his problems, too. 

TRANSCRIPT:

[Muffled blaring music, Leonor humming]

Tonight? Aren’t you in Intizara?

My bad. I forgot about the jet. I get you. [Renzo sighs]

Hey, hey, hey. Come on. Calm down. I get you. Just … You have my address, right, so how’s that? You can go there, and I’ll see you when I get in. Late, right. What? No, it’s fine. I don’t mind. Someone’ll let you inside. Just go around the back. Sure. Alright. I’ll see you then.

Hey, Nora, it’s okay. Okay? Take a breath. See you soon.

JIM | How do we feel about nude?

LEONOR | You mean—? JIM | You, Leonor. I think it’d look nice, especially since Renzo’s wearing all black, and the backdrops we have are neutral, too. LEONOR | I’m not sure if I’d be comfortable with that …

JIM | Really? You seem—I mean, you know, you seem like you’d be. LEONOR | This is different. I’m … I don’t … RENZO | You can say no, Nora. If you don’t want to do it.

LEONOR | [sighs] No, I actually do, but I feel like I … RENZO | What? LEONOR | You know … [Camera clicks]

RENZO | Jim, please, will you elaborate? Tell her what you see. I have, plenty. No luck yet. Brainwashing’s a fucking nightmare. LEONOR | No, please, it’s— RENZO | Just listen, Nora.

JIM | Ah. It’s endemic. I see it all the time. A gorgeous woman gets in front of a camera, she’s standing in front of a mirror. Only, it’s worse, right, because you can’t actually see yourself. It’s what you imagine —gosh, and you know how mean cameras can be, right? Almost as mean as those damn tabloids. Almost. But, what do I know? I’m just a guy, but I am making art, okay? That’s what I’m seeing with this thing.

JIM | I have been told my camera is very slimming, for what it’s worth. [Leonor scoffs]

LEONOR | [laughs] Fine, okay. It’s just for fun. For us. What do you think, artistic nudity and all, convincing—?

LEONOR | We could do this ourselves, but—oh, when’s your birthday, Jim? Anytime soon? Let’s call it a gift.

[Movie plays quietly on television]

Hi. I hit play.

That’s okay. How is it? Funny. Odd. Exactly what I needed. “I myself am strange and unusual” … I’m gonna go change. Just take your jeans off.

I’m listening. I don’t want to dwell on it.

Alright, but you will, regardless—on the inside. I don’t want that for you. And I know why you came here. Let me help.

It feels silly to be so torn up about things. I don’t know what I’d do with a bunch of dusty old jackets and her least favorite paintings, but those were hers. They smell like her. Have her fingerprints. Meant something to her. They’re all I have left.

You can track them down. Put that princess pull to work. [laughs] Right, of course, serves me so well, all of my power …

What means something to you? Of hers. Yeah, you said you didn’t take anything from the house, but you will someday. I don’t know. I want all of it. Or, none of it. I want her, and I don’t … What does that even mean now? What will make it better, curling up with her bones? I don’t know.

It’s fucked up. You can’t predict what’ll become a signifier—a symbol of your love enduring or whatever. I keep that stupid cube over there because, uh, a buddy was trying to solve it … [sniffs] He was trying to solve it that day, the day he died. I remember that. I was so fucking annoyed. “Give it a rest. Grow the fuck up.” Shit. I can’t solve it either.

Can’t even try without crying like a baby. A damn shame. It’s sweet. Bittersweet, I guess.

There was a glass of water on her desk with a lipstick stain … It felt so important that day. [chuckles] He wouldn’t sell that. Yeah, well, plenty of freaks out there who’d pay good money for it. Better make sure it’s still there when you go back.

Do you want to come with me? See my childhood bedroom? Didn’t you just move out last year? Yeah, and I didn’t take any of my stuffed animals with me. Introduce me to them? Do they have names? Of course. Personalities, titles—Goddamn, even the toys! It is cute. It is.

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Chapter 1.04 - Country Life

She hated this place. Most people are relieved to be home after a long day. Andria Beaumont was not. She’d grown up in Henford, but not in the countryside. She had lived just off of town square, close to the market, close to people.

Now she lived on a farm, in the country, isolated. Andria wondered how the hell she ended up here. She loved her husband, but how did the man talk her into moving back to his childhood farm and living with his parents & little sister. Andria went inside and was greeted with the noise of the television in the living room.

"Last night, all eyes were on Windenburg. His Imperial Majesty King Anthony II and Her Royal Highness Queen Helena celebrated 15 years of marriage in grand style. Stay tuned as we provide some exclusive behind the scenes footage of the evening’s event."

Gerald Teffords sat in an easy chair watching the news, or what passes for the news. Andria stopped briefly to see what the talking heads were reporting today. “How was your day?” Gerald asked. He was still fixated on the TV, but he had heard her walk in. “It was a good day…” Andria wanted to say more. She wanted to share more, but she knew the man didn’t actually care. Gerald wasn’t actually so bad. He could be caring sometimes, but he was wrapped up in his own thoughts and was definitely a man of the patriarchy. Dana Perry, her mother-in-law, was the real problem.

“Good you’re home. Go grab the eggs from the chickens, and Hettie needs to be milked. Then you can make dinner. I’m going out. I should be back before Aisha’s bed time, but if I’m not you should put her to bed.” Andria absolutely hated this farm, but she could never convince her husband that this was not the right place for them.

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SCOTLAND - PRESENT

/[Josephine] You’re cheating. 

[Philip] I am not. 

You are. *scoffs* Valencians. 

/What is so wrong with Valencians?

How much time do you have?

/Right, because the French are so perfect. 

Well, yes. Exactly.

[both chuckle]

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/[Josephine] Your ring.

[Philip] Mmh?

You’re not wearing it. 

Oh. No, I’m not. 

/[awkward silence]

[Philip] Does it bother you?

[pause]

[Josephine] Why should it? Wear it, don’t wear it—makes no difference to me. 

/[Josephine] We’re only friends. 

/But friends don’t cheat. 

I’m not ch—

Yes, you are.

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