#sidehousehold

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The sun shone brightly upon the kingdom of Valois, illuminating the grand cathedral where a momentous occasion was about to unfold. Inside, Lady Margaret Brabant, soon to be queen, was surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting as they helped her into her wedding gown. A masterpiece of gold and silver threads, the gown shimmered in the soft light, reflecting the excitement in Margaret's heart. She had dreamed of this day since she was a child, a vision of love and royalty. Now, as she stood on the precipice of her destiny, reality surpassed even her wildest dreams.

At the altar, King Geoffroi awaited his bride. His heart pounded with anticipation as he heard the church doors creak open. A hush fell over the congregation as Margaret emerged, a vision of grace and beauty. Her gown flowed behind her, a train of shimmering fabric. Geoffroi's gaze met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. He was struck by her ethereal beauty, a sight that took his breath away.

The ceremony proceeded, a solemn yet joyous occasion. The officiant's words echoed through the cathedral, sealing the union between the young king and queen. As they exchanged vows, their voices trembled with emotion. When the final words were spoken, and the officiant declared them husband and wife, Geoffroi leaned in and kissed Margaret. A spark ignited between them, a promise of a love that would endure for eternity.

As they turned to face the congregation, they were no longer just a young couple in love. They were King Geoffroi I and Queen Margaret, the rulers of Valois. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating the union of two hearts and the dawn of a new era for the kingdom.

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1317 - Day 1

Evan is up before dawn the next day - he has a promise to fulfill. He makes some gruel, it's the only thing he can afford right now and leaves it out for the children when they wake. Then he saddles up and takes a ride to his brother's homestead.

When he finally gets there, he can't believe his eyes. Everything his brother worked for for the last decade is gone.

Alll that's left is a pile of smoldering ashes and some of the walls of their home. He can't let the children see this. The fire even consumed some of the nearby woods and the straw roofs... the only thing left untouched are the unfertile soils of the farm.

It takes him a while but he finds Emma.

Her clothes are burned up, but she feels cold and stiff to his touch. he does the only thing he can for her now - he brings her home.

Of course Daniel and Eve are devastated when they get the news.

Daniel: "I should have gone back, I knew it. I'm so sorry, mother..."

Evan: "You did the best you could, Daniel. You saved your siblings, I told you last night."

Eve can't even speak, her tears shake her whole body.

Daniel: "But I could have done something!"

Evan: "And perish in the blaze as well? You would not even recognize the house, Daniel."

Daniel: "But it's our home! Where will we live now?"

Evan: "WIth me. You will stay here, with me. And Eve and Ian, Flora and Ida."

Daniel: "You will take care of the five of us all on your own?"

Evan: "Yes, Daniel. I will."

After this day the house will get a little cramped, but he will manage. He promised his brother to help whenever he can, so he does.

It has been a while since Jayden died, and after a few weeks, Tara is feeling too weak to stand as well. Leah, who has turned 13 a few days ago, takes care of her mother until she passes.

Now all alone in the house and responsible for her two brothers, she vows to get them through this. Whatever it may take.

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So, just as I wrote before, here's a bit of background information for the last few posts. I've had baaaaaad luck with the dice for these past 2 years.

NONE of the Sims who aged up to adults made it, either with a bad age up roll (red) or bad famine roll (pink). Evan is now the only one who can even take care of anyone if we exclude Leah, who is off in another part of the country and probably doesn't even remember her family that well.

So, I wanted to make the story a bit more interesting, not ONLY starvation due to famine so... my mind made up that thing in the last post and the beginning of this one. I hope it wasn't too much to take in, I did enjoy making this story happen.... I would love to know how you all think about it.

Famine is not over yet, but most of what I wanted to tell is done. For now we will combine sidehousehold 2 & the main household. Now the big question is, do you think Evan needs some help with these 5 kids (and a horse) or should we make him do this all alone until Daniel and Eve (the oldest of the bunch) age up?

I'm not opposed to remarrying him, I kinda think he deserves it, but I'm not sure how to integrate it into the story (yet). Also he might have some baby tries left over. So this is where you come in.

Feel free to leave a message as to why you chose how you chose or to tell me how you feel about the story, I love engaging with other simblrs!

After this post is up, I will take a short break just to see the results so I can incorporate them, then we'll be back to regular posts.

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The cobblestone streets of Mistpeak, once bustling with life, now seemed hushed and somber. Genevieve and Nehemiah moved through the crowds, their hearts heavy with the weight of their mission. Nehemiah, with his reputation as a skilled warrior and diplomat, managed to gain the trust of a few guards, convincing them of their urgent need to speak with King Duncan.

As they entered the grand hall, a hush fell over the room. King Duncan, a man of formidable presence, sat upon his throne, his gaze fixed upon the intruders. Recognition flickered in his eyes as he saw Genevieve.

"Genevieve," he murmured, his voice filled with surprise.

"Your Majesty," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. "We must speak, in private."

Duncan nodded, dismissing the guards. As they were left alone, Genevieve explained their desperate situation, revealing Philip's true intentions. Duncan, however, remained skeptical. The treaty between Aethelmark and Caledonia was a delicate matter, and the betrothal of Ceanna to his son, Ewan, was a crucial part of that alliance.

Genevieve, sensing his doubt, explained that Philip was a master of deception. He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals of taking over Caledonia, even if it meant sacrificing Ceanna. She offered her support, her wealth, and the loyalty of many in Aethelmark, promising to help Duncan remove Philip from the throne and to make her son Philip king.

As she spoke, Duncan's eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting to Nehemiah. A realization dawned upon him, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. The resemblance between Nehemiah and young Ceanna was undeniable. Genevieve nodded, confirming his suspicions. She reassured him that Ceanna was still of royal blood due to Genevieve's long ancestry.

At that moment, the doors swung open, and Ceanna entered the room. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw her mother. They embraced, tears of joy streaming down their faces. Ceanna's gaze then turned to Nehemiah, and a look of wonder passed over her face. It was the first time she had seen him since she was a child, and yet, a strange familiarity drew her to him.

Duncan, watching the tender reunion, smiled. Ceanna had brought joy to his court, and he had grown fond of her. He agreed to join forces with Genevieve, pledging his support to their cause. As he began to write letters to his allies, a new alliance was forged, a dangerous game of thrones was set in motion, and the fate of two kingdoms hung in the balance.

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The forest, once a place of solace and beauty, now echoed with the tension of their desperate escape. The leaves, a vibrant tapestry of autumn hues, rustled ominously as the wind picked up, mirroring the turmoil in their hearts.

Genevieve, her once regal demeanor now marked by fear, clung to Nehemiah's arm. "Nehemiah," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I fear for our safety. Philip will stop at nothing to reclaim me."

Nehemiah, his heart heavy with worry, gently cupped her face. "Fear not, my love," he reassured her, his voice steady. "I will protect you. Always."

A flicker of hope ignited in Genevieve's eyes as she smiled weakly. She pulled away, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. Nehemiah, lost in the comforting warmth of her touch, didn't notice the approaching footsteps until a voice shattered the tranquility of the forest.

"Nehemiah!"

He whirled around, his heart pounding. Sir Tristian, a once-trusted friend, stood before him, accompanied by another guard. A grim smile played on Tristian's lips. "Come with me, Nehemiah," he offered, his voice laced with a sinister undertone. "No one will get hurt."

Nehemiah's blood ran cold. "You think I would surrender so easily?" he challenged.

Tristian chuckled. "No, that's why I came prepared."

As if on cue, the other guard stepped forward, a sword pressed against Genevieve's throat. A wave of terror washed over Nehemiah as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Let her go!" he roared, his voice filled with rage.

"Don't worry, our King wants her alive," Tristian replied nonchalantly. "But you, Nehemiah...well, that's a different story."

A fierce battle ensued, the clash of swords echoing through the trees. Nehemiah fought with a desperation born of love and fear, his every move fueled by the desire to protect Genevieve. With a swift, decisive strike, he disarmed Tristian, leaving him wounded on the forest floor.

Turning his attention to the guard holding Genevieve captive, Nehemiah lunged forward, rescuing his beloved from the brink of danger. With a swift, merciless blow, he ended the guard's life.

Panting heavily, Nehemiah turned to Genevieve, his eyes filled with relief and love. "We must hurry," he urged, his voice barely a whisper. "Philip will send more men."

Together, they fled into the depths of the forest, their hearts pounding in unison, their future uncertain, but their love unwavering.

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The night was dark and cold, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting glow emanating from the House of Blossoms. Thomas Blackburne stood outside the infamous establishment, a mixture of dread and determination etched on his face.

He had returned to the brothel, haunted by the weight of his past indiscretions. Madam Blossom, the cunning proprietor, emerged from the shadows, her eyes glinting with a knowing smile.

"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice laced with malice. "It seems our young knight has returned."

Thomas, his face flushed with anger, tossed a bag of coins at her feet. "That should cover my brother's debt," he growled. "And don't you dare contact him about this."

Madam Blossom's smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise. "And what about your debt?" she asked, her tone turning menacing.

Thomas hesitated, his mind racing. "It depends on Una," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. "If she wants to leave with me, I'll take care of her and the child."

Madam Blossom's smirked. "Children" she said, as she stared into Thomas's look of disbelief.

"What?" Thomas whispered

Madam Blossom nodded. "Yes, children. Twins."

He entered the tavern, his heart heavy with dread and anticipation. He found Una in a brightly lit room, her expression a mix of shame and resignation.

"Thomas," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to take you home," he replied, his voice firm. "And to take care of our children."

Una's eyes widened in disbelief. "But your reputation, your future..." she stammered.

Thomas pushed passed the lump in his throat as she said the word future. He had imagined a different future for himself and had half hoped that Antonia would be a part of it, but that was long passed now. It had to take care of his responsibility.

Thomas took her hand, his touch gentle but resolute. "I don't care about any of that," he said. "All I care about is you and our children."

Una, moved by his sincerity, agreed to leave with him. As they walked out of the brothel, hand in hand, Thomas felt a sense of hope and purpose. He tossed another bag of coins, this time heavy paying off Una's debts along with his own in front of Madam Blossom. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but he was determined to build a new life for himself and his family.

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Elizabeth, her heart heavy with the weight of a year's grief, prepared for bed. The familiar sounds of the blacksmith shop, usually a comforting hum, now carried an eerie silence. Her father, a beacon of strength and guidance, had been gone for a year, and the shop, once a bustling hive of activity, had fallen into a quiet decline.

As she drifted off to sleep, a sudden clang of metal jarred her awake. Intrigued and a bit frightened, Elizabeth ventured downstairs to investigate. The workshop, bathed in the soft glow of the hearth, was a sight she hadn't witnessed in months. To her astonishment, Kingsley Atwood, one of her father's most promising apprentices, stood before the forge, his hands busy shaping a new sword.

Kingsley turned, a small smile playing on his lips. Elizabeth, her emotions raw and exposed, couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in her eyes. She had been trying to maintain a facade of strength for her family, but in Kingsley's presence, her carefully constructed walls crumbled.

Kingsley approached her gently, his touch warm and comforting. As he held her, Elizabeth felt a strange sensation, a tingling that spread through her body. It was a feeling she couldn't quite explain, but it was undeniably powerful. In that moment, she realized she no longer wanted to hide from her emotions, from the pain and longing that had consumed her.

Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Elizabeth leaned into his embrace, her heart pounding. As their lips met, a spark ignited within her, a warmth that banished the chill of despair that had enveloped her life. They moved from the workshop to the spare room above, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

Elizabeth knew she was doing something she shouldn't, something that went against societal norms. But in that moment, she didn't care. All she wanted was to feel something, anything other than the emptiness that had consumed her. As Kingsley pulled back, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness, she nodded, her silent consent a testament to the intensity of their connection.

Ornelle Smith, her heart pounding with worry, awoke to find her daughter's bed empty. A wave of dread washed over her as she searched the house, her voice echoing through the silent rooms. The blacksmith shop, usually teeming with activity, was eerily quiet. Just as she was about to give up, a faint creak from the spare room above caught her attention.

Intuition, fueled by a mother's instinct, propelled her up the narrow staircase. The door to the spare room stood ajar, and with a trembling hand, she pushed it open. The sight that greeted her was a shock, a betrayal that pierced her heart. There, in the bed, lay her daughter, Elizabeth, entwined with Kingsley Atwood, her husband's former apprentice.

Their attempts at explanation were met with a cold, unforgiving silence. Ornelle's mind raced, her heart heavy with the weight of her daughter's actions. She looked at Kingsley, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "How could you take advantage of her?" she demanded, her voice trembling.

Elizabeth tried to defend herself, but her words were lost in the storm of Ornelle's emotions. "Leave the room," Ornelle ordered, her voice firm.

Kingsley, his face pale, pleaded for forgiveness. "I didn't mean to hurt her," he said, his voice filled with regret. "What can I do to make things right?"

Ornelle's answer was swift and decisive. "Marry her," she said, her voice cold. "That's the only way to protect her reputation."

Kingsley hesitated, his heart heavy with doubt. He liked Elizabeth, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for marriage. Ornelle, sensing his hesitation, threatened to report him to the authorities. Faced with the prospect of imprisonment, Kingsley reluctantly agreed to the arranged marriage.

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TW: Starvation, Near Death

Nadya stepped outside, her heart pounding in her chest. She called out for Ameera and James, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and fear. The children were nowhere to be seen. Panic surged through her as she searched the yard, her eyes scanning the ground.

Then she saw them. Ameera and James were lying motionless on the grass, their bodies pale and gaunt. A wave of horror washed over Nadya as she ran towards them, her screams echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

Her other children came running, their faces contorted with fear. Nadya scooped up Ameera and James, her hands trembling. "Stefan!" she cried, her voice hoarse. "Help me!"

Her brother, Stefan, rushed to her aid. Together, they carried the children inside, their hearts heavy with despair. The hunger had been too much for the young bodies to handle.

Stefan examined the children, his face grim. "There's nothing I can do," he said, his voice filled with sorrow. "It's too late."

Nadya shook her head, refusing to accept defeat. "No," she insisted, her voice a desperate whisper. "There has to be something."

Stefan left the room, giving Nadya some privacy. As soon as he was gone, Nadya reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial. She had finished the potion she had been working on, and she had carried it with her, just in case. She hadn't been able to test it on anyone, but now she had no choice. She wouldn't lose her children.

Nadya gave the vial to Ameera, her heart pounding in her chest. Then she moved over to James's bed and administered the potion. She watched as their breathing steadied, a flicker of hope returning to her heart.

She wouldn't know if the potion had worked for a while, but Nadya continued to sit by her children's beds, her eyes fixed on their faces. She would do whatever it took to protect them, no matter the cost.

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1300 Decade End Summary - Royal Family Edition

Here is an update of where the royal and noble families are at the end of 1309.

House Stagfield

King Philip I - 23 years old

Queen Genevieve - 20 years old

Princess Ceanna - 1-year-old

Princess Letha - 3 months old

Prince Evrard - 21 years old

Princess Fiora - 21 years old

Lady Wilmaette - 1-year-old

House Gilbert

Dowager Countess Synnove - 44 years old

Earl Nolan - 20 years old

Countess Cecilia - 20 years old

Lady Rose - 1 year old

Lady Antonia - 8 years old

House Davenport

Baron Trystrem - 35 years old

Baroness Catelyn - 25 years old

Lord George - 3 years old

House Clarillot

King Henri I - 55 years old

Prince Henri II - 24 years old

Princess Emma - 27 years old

Prince Geoffroi - 5 years old

Princess Isabella - 2 years old

Princess Blanche - 2 years old

Princess Anais - 15 years old

House Almanzor

King Mateo - 42 years old

Queen Ines - 42 years old

Prince Adrian - 28 years old

Princess Elise - 20 years old

Lovers & Illegitimate Children

Edrea Wright - Mistress of King Philip

Sir Nehemiah Pearce - Lover of Queen Genevieve

Allyson Bright - the illegitimate child of Prince Evrard

Stephen Bright - the second illegitimate child of Prince Evrard

Deaths

King Agan II Stagfield - (1254 - 1305)

Queen Letha Stagfield - (1254 - 1305)

Princess Mary Stagfield - (1305 - 1305)

Baron George Mulland - (1238 - 1302)

Lady Joan Davenport - (1303 - 1305)

Earl Cyrus Gilbert - (1265 - 1306)

Lord Tystrem Davenport II - (1308 - 1308)

Queen Marie Clarillot - (1274 - 1304)

[timesimmer]

House Stagfield

King Agan was shocked that the negotiations between himself and King Henri I were taking this long. He had hoped that their long-standing alliance and his marriage to King Henri's youngest sister would help things go his way. But every letter with new terms that he sent came back rejected. It wasn't till King Agan and Queen Letha made a journey to Lyonfleur to speak to the King in person that the negotiations were finalized.

Princess Emma of Aethelmark married Prince Henri II of House Clarillot. While she had known her cousin as a child, it had been years since they had seen each other, and now they were to be married. Not only that, but she would one day be the Queen of Lyonfleur, something that she had been told since childhood but never really believed would come true. But as they placed the rings upon each other's fingers, she could feel her destiny slipping into place.

Marriage

Crown Prince Henri II of House Clarillot married Princess Emma of House Stagfield

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TW: Illness and Near Death of Toddler

Alaric stepped into the house, a sense of dread settling over him. He had been out searching for supplies, leaving Gregory to care for Philippa. The girl had been unwell for days, and the herbs he'd given her hadn't seemed to help. He felt useless without Nadya's knowledge, as he thought back to when she had vanished into the night, taking James and Ameera with her.

As he entered the house, he saw Philippa lying motionless on the floor. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow. Panic surged through him. He knelt beside her, his heart pounding. He had never been skilled in healing magic, and he didn't know what to do.

Gregory, sensing his father's distress, rushed into the room. "Father, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Alaric pointed to Philippa, his voice barely a whisper. "She's not breathing," he said.

Gregory knelt beside his sister, his eyes filled with determination. He closed his eyes and focused, drawing on a power he didn't fully understand. "Death," he commanded, his voice firm, "let go of her."

A surge of energy pulsed through Philippa's frail body. Her heart began to beat stronger, and her eyelids fluttered. She opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on Gregory.

"Gregory," she whispered, her voice weak. She looked over toward Alaric. "Father."

Alaric's relief was overwhelming. He pulled Philippa into his arms, tears of joy streaming down his face.

Later that day, when Philippa was feeling stronger, she approached Gregory. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "You saved my life."

Gregory smiled. "We're family," he replied. "We'll always be there for each other."

As they embraced, Alaric watched them, a sense of hope returning to his heart. Perhaps, despite the darkness that had fallen upon their family, there was still light to be found.

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TW: Death of Newborn

Prince Evrard, the younger brother of King Philip, sat at his desk, overseeing the affairs of his duchy. His pregnant wife, Duchess Fiora, entered the room, her face pale and drawn.

"The baby is coming," she announced, her voice trembling.

Evrard sprang to his feet, summoning the midwives. They swept Fiora upstairs, their hurried footsteps echoing through the castle. The sounds of Fiora's labored breathing and her cries of pain filled the air.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. Evrard strained to hear the sound of a newborn's cry, but it never came. The royal physician emerged, his head bowed.

"I'm so sorry, Your Highness," he murmured.

Evrard's heart sank. He entered the room and found his wife weeping. This was the second child they had lost in two years. Their hopes of having a family had been shattered, time and again.

A wave of despair washed over Evrard. Would they ever have a child of their own? The question hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of their sorrow.

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1309 Updates

Here are the birthdays, marriages, and deaths for the side households in the year 1308. This list will not include anyone from my main household or any of the Blackburne siblings and their families (Smith, Hicrest, and Alaric's family).

Birthdays:

House Clarillot

Prince Geoffroi Clarillot - Age: 5 years old / Lifestage: Child

Princess Isabella Clarillot - Age: 1.5 years old / Lifestage: Toddler

Princess Blanche Clarillot - Age: 1.5 years old / Lifestage: Toddler

House Stagfield

Princess Ceanna Stagfield - Age: 1.5 years old / Lifestage: Toddler

Lady Wilmaette Stagfield - Age: 3 months / Lifestage: Infant

Princess Letha Stagfield - Age: 0 / Lifestage: Newborn

Prince Evrard Stagfield - Age: 21 / Lifestage: Young Adult

Princess Fiora Stagfield - Age: 21 / Lifestage: Young Adult

Deaths: None!

Marriage: None

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1310 Decade End Summary - Royal Family Edition

Here is an update of where the royal and noble families are at the end of 1319.

House Stagfield

King Philip (Gen 1) - 33 years old

Lady Edrea Ashdown (Gen 1) - 40 years old

Arthur Fitzroy (Gen 2) - 8 years old

Princess Letha (Gen 2) - 10 years old

Prince Philip (Gen 2) - 6 years old

Princess Margery (Gen 2) - 5 years old

Queen Genevieve (Gen 1) - 31 years old

Sir Nehemiah (Gen 1) - 31 years old

Prince Evrard (Gen 1) - 31 years old

Princess Fiora (Gen 1) 31 years old

House Dalriada

King Duncan (Gen 1) - 47 years old

Queen Moira (Gen 1) - 37 years old

Prince Ewan (Gen 2) - 19 years old

Princess Fiona (Gen 2) - 11 years old

Princess Alisa (Gen 2) - 7 years old

Princess Mary (Gen 2) - 5 years old

Princess Ceanna Stagfield (Gen 2) - 11 years old

House Gilbert

Earl Ronan (Gen 2) - 6 years old

Lady Annora (Gen 2) - 9 years old

House Davenport

Baron Trystrem (Gen 1) - 44 years old

Baroness Catelyn (Gen 1)- 34 years old

Lady Amelia (Gen 2)- 1 years old

Lord George (Gen 2) - 16 years old

Lady Antonia (Gen 2) - 18 years old

House Clarillot

Queen Dowager Emma (Gen 1)- 37 years old

Princess Isabella (Gen 2) - 13 years old

Princess Blanche (Gen 2) - 13 years old

Prince Louis (Gen 2) - 7 years old

King Geoffroi (Gen 2) - 16 years old

Queen Margaret (Gen 2) - 16 years old

House Brabant

Duke Pierre (Gen 1) - 25 years old

Princess Anais (Gen 1) - 25 years old

Lady Cateline (Gen 2) - 7 years old

Lady Eleanor (Gen 2) - 2 years old

House Almanzor

Queen Regent Ines (Gen 0) - 52 years old

Princess Dionora (Gen 2) - 9 years old

Princess Constance (Gen 2) - 3 years old

Deaths 1310 to 1319: (18 sims)

King Henri I: (1254 -1314) / Age: 60 years old

King Henri II: (1285 - 1315) / Age: 30 years old

Princess Marie Clarillot: (1310-1310) / Age: 0 years old

Prince Henri Clarillot: (1314- 1316) / Age: 2 years old

Prince Robert Clarillot: (1316-1316) / Age: 0 years old

Duke Charles Brabant: (1265-1318) / Age: 53 years old

Lord Richard Brabant: (1315-1315) / Age: 0 years old

Princess Elise Almanzor: (1289-1316) / Age: 27 years old

Prince Adrian Alamanzor: (1281-1316) / Age: 35 years old

Princess Carlota Alamanzor (1312-1313) /Age: 1 years old

King Mateo Alamanzor (1267-1318) / Age: 51 years old

Countess Synnove Gilbert (1265-1316) / Age: 51 years old

Earl Nolan Gilbert (1289-1315) / Age: 26 years old

Countess Eda Gilbert (1296-1315) / Age: 19 years old

Countess Cecilia Gilbert (1289-1310) / Age: 21 years old

Lady Rose Gilbert (1308-1313) / Age: 5 years old

Lady Wilmaette Stagfield (1308-1313) / Age: 5 years old

Lady Jane Stagfield (1314-1314) / Age: 0 years old

Lord Edmund Stagfield (1315-1315) / Age: 0 years old

Lady Elsa Davenport (1313-1318) / Age: 5 years old

Prince Fin Dalriada (1313-1314) / Age: 1 years old

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1319 Royal Updates

Here are the birthdays, marriages, and deaths of the royal side households in the year 1319. This list will not include anyone from my main household or any of the Blackburne siblings, and their families (Smith, Hicrest, and Vorona/Ravn "formally Blackburne").

House Stagfield

Birthdays:

Stephen Bright - Age: 13 years old / Lifestage: Teen

Prince Evrard - Age: 31 years old / Lifestage: Teen

Duchess Fiora - Age: 31 years old / Lifestage: Adult

Queen Genevieve - Age: 31 years old / Lifestage: Adult

House Davenport

Marriages/Betrothals:

Marriage between Lord George Davenport & Lady Antonia Gilbert

House Dalriada

Birthdays:

Princess Mary - Age: 5 years old / Lifestage: Child

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The church bells chimed, their melody a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within Antonia's heart. As she stood looking at her reflection in the stained-glass window a haunting reminder of the life she could have had.

And then she saw him. Thomas Blackburne, his presence as unexpected as it was unwelcome. His eyes met hers, a silent plea etched upon his face. A wave of nostalgia washed over her, a bittersweet memory of a love lost and a future denied.

"Antonia," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "You shouldn't do this."

His words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the grandeur of the occasion. Antonia's heart ached with longing, but she knew she couldn't give in to her desires.

"Thomas," she replied, her voice steady, "this is my fate."

"No, there has to be a way." Thomas let out a long breathe before he continued. "I know that I can't ask you to leave with me. I lost that right the day I married Una. But you shouldn't do this for me or for anyone else. You should leave for yourself. He will never make you happy."

Lord George, a man of privilege and arrogance, approached them, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice laced with contempt.

"I was just saying goodbye to an old friend," Thomas replied, his voice calm.

George scoffed. "A peasant like you, befriending a lady of my station? Preposterous!"

With a swift movement, George shoved Thomas aside, his anger palpable. Thomas, though taken aback, remained composed. He knew that a confrontation would only worsen the situation. He gave one last look at Antonia, looking for her answer. All she could do was shake her head. His head hung low, Thomas turned and walked away.

As the ceremony proceeded, Antonia felt a growing sense of despair. She exchanged vows with George, her voice devoid of emotion. The kiss he forced upon her was a hollow gesture, a stark contrast to the tender moments she had shared with Thomas.

As she walked down the aisle, her future stretching out before her, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a terrible mistake. The love she had once felt for Thomas had been a fleeting flame, extinguished by the harsh realities of life.

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TW: Hallucinations and Delusions, Starvation, Death

Ornelle stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the empty horizon. The voices of the departed swirled around her, a cacophony of memories and longing. She could hear the laughter of her daughter, Eden, the comforting voice of her husband, Gregory, and the familiar tones of her siblings, Edward and Rowena. In her mind, they were all there, alive and vibrant.

Her mental state had deteriorated significantly since Henry's birthday. The once vibrant woman had become a mere shadow of her former self. She neglected her duties, her appetite waning, and her body weakening with each passing day.

As she stood there, lost in her reverie, she heard Gregory's voice, clear and distinct. She turned, her eyes widening in disbelief. There he was, his red hair glowing in the ethereal light. A surge of joy and relief washed over her as she reached out to him. But before she could touch him, her strength gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.

Elizabeth, alarmed by the sudden noise, rushed to her mother's side. Ornelle lay motionless, her face pale and still. Desperate, Elizabeth called for help, but it was too late. Her mother, the woman who had given her life meaning, was gone.

Elizabeth and Kingsley, two young souls barely out of their own adolescence, were now burdened with the responsibility of raising Henry and Faran. The future, once uncertain, now seemed bleak and daunting.