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timesimmer · 2 days ago
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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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timesimmer · 2 days ago
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Alaric sat at the table, his face etched with worry. He had been pondering this decision for weeks. It was time to make a change, a drastic one. He looked at Gregory and Philippa, his remaining children.
"Children," he began, his voice heavy, "it's time we leave."
Confusion flickered in their eyes. "Leave?" Philippa asked, her voice small. "But what about Mother? She might come back."
Alaric sighed. "It's because of your mother that we must go," he explained. "She dabbled in dark magic, a forbidden art. If she or your siblings returns, they could endanger us all."
Gregory's eyes widened. "Why would she do that?" he asked.
"She was desperate," Alaric replied. "She wanted to protect you all, but her methods were dangerous."
Alaric knew he had to make a fresh start, a new beginning for himself and his children. He had to leave behind the memories of Nadya, the pain, and the fear.
The next day, Alaric visited his brother-in-law, Stefan. "I'm leaving," he announced. "I'm taking the children and starting a new life."
Stefan was shocked. "But why? Nadya wouldn't dare come back here. She knows the consequences."
Alaric shook his head. "I can't risk it," he said. "This place is filled with too many memories. It's time to move on."
With heavy hearts, Alaric and his children said goodbye to Stefan and his family. They boarded a carriage and embarked on their journey. Weeks later, they arrived at a bustling port city. A large ship, ready to sail to a distant land, awaited them.
"What will it be like there, Father?" Philippa asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Alaric smiled. "I don't know," he admitted. "But as long as we're together, we'll be alright."
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timesimmer · 2 days ago
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TW: Death, Stillborn
The room was filled with the tension of childbirth. Elizabeth, her brow furrowed with pain, gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles white. Ornelle, skilled midwife and devoted mother, coached her daughter through each contraction. Hours seemed to pass, each one more agonizing than the last.
"It's time to push, Elizabeth," Ornelle urged, her voice firm.
Elizabeth shook her head, her strength waning. "I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"You can, and you must," Ornelle insisted. "As a mother, you have the strength to endure anything."
With a renewed determination, Elizabeth pushed, her body straining with effort. A piercing cry filled the room, and Ornelle beamed with pride. She gently placed the newborn in Elizabeth's arms. A wave of love washed over Elizabeth as she gazed at her son, a feeling so profound that it surprised even her.
But before she could fully savor the moment, another wave of pain swept over her. "Another one?" she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Ornelle nodded, her expression grave. "Yes, my dear, it seems you're having twins."
Elizabeth braced herself, pushing with all her might. As the baby emerged, a silence fell over the room. Ornelle's face was etched with sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth," she murmured. The newborn, tiny and frail, had not survived.
Elizabeth, her heart heavy with grief, cradled her surviving son. She asked to hold the stillborn infant, a final act of love and farewell. As she gazed upon the tiny, lifeless form, a tear rolled down her cheek. She kissed the baby's forehead, a silent goodbye.
Kingsley entered the room, his face a mask of concern. Ornelle gently explained the tragic news. Kingsley, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, focused on the living child, his newborn son. He picked up the baby, his heart filled with love and hope.
Elizabeth, though grateful for her surviving son, was consumed by grief. She named the stillborn infant William, a bittersweet tribute to a life cut short. As she held her living son, John, a name picked by Kingsley, she couldn't shake the sorrow that lingered in her heart. The joy of motherhood was tempered by the pain of loss.
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timesimmer · 2 days ago
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One morning, as Selena went to tend to her youngest, a horrifying sight met her eyes. Edward, her beloved son, lay motionless on the ground, his small body ravaged by hunger and disease. A cry tore from her throat as she rushed to his side, her heart pounding with fear.
"No, no!" she cried, her voice filled with despair. "Please, don't take him."
Alexander and the other children rushed to the scene, their faces etched with horror. They stood helplessly by as their little brother slipped away, his life extinguished by the cruel hand of famine.
Just as the family was mourning their loss, another tragedy struck. Brenna, the youngest, collapsed, her frail body unable to withstand the relentless hunger. Selena, her heart heavy with grief, was frozen with shock. She could only watch as her daughter's life slipped away.
But then, a strange thing happened. Beatrice, her voice filled with a desperate plea, cried out to the heavens. "Don't take her!" she begged. A sudden gust of wind swept through the farm, and Brenna's eyes fluttered open. She was alive.
Relief washed over the family, a bittersweet victory in the face of such immense loss. They gathered around Brenna, their hearts filled with gratitude and sorrow.
The following day, Alexander dug a grave for his brother beside their father. As he lowered the small coffin into the ground, he felt a profound sense of loss. Edward, a bright and curious child, had been taken far too soon.
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timesimmer · 16 days ago
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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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timesimmer · 16 days ago
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The kingdom of Valois, though still scarred by the ravages of the Great Famine, was on the brink of a new era. Prince Geoffroi, now thirteen years old, had spent the past two years training rigorously under the watchful eye of King Regent Charles. The young prince had matured beyond his years, absorbing knowledge and honing his leadership skills.
On his thirteenth birthday, Geoffroi strode into the throne room, his demeanor both youthful and resolute. King Regent Charles, his face etched with the weight of responsibility and the toll of the famine, looked up with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You've grown, Geoffroi," he remarked, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'm ready, Charles," Geoffroi declared, his voice steady. "It's time to claim what is rightfully mine."
Charles hesitated, aware of the immense burden that would fall upon the young king's shoulders. "Are you certain, Geoffroi? The crown is a heavy weight to bear, especially in these troubled times."
Geoffroi nodded firmly. "The crown is mine by birthright. It's time to lead Valois out of the darkness and into a new age."
With a heavy heart, Charles acknowledged the young king's determination. He agreed to continue serving Valois, but as a counselor rather than a regent.
A simple coronation ceremony was held, a solemn affair marked by the weight of the kingdom's suffering. Geoffroi, now King Geoffroi I, was crowned, and the nobles swore their allegiance to their new ruler. The kingdom, though weary and weakened, placed its hopes in the young king. They prayed that he would be the beacon of hope they so desperately needed.
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timesimmer · 16 days ago
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The tavern was a haven for weary travelers, a place where the stresses of the day could be washed away with a tankard of ale. Thomas, exhausted from a long day of training and duty, sought solace in the dimly lit room. As he nursed his drink, a woman approached his table, her smile both inviting and predatory.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice laced with a knowing glint. "If it isn't young Master Blackburne."
Thomas's heart sank. He recognized her immediately - Madam Blossom, the owner of the infamous House of Blossoms. A wave of dread washed over him as he recalled the night of debauchery that he had 9 months ago.
"I'm afraid I'm not interested tonight, Madam," he stammered, his voice barely audible.
But Madam Blossom was not deterred. "Oh, but I think you are," she replied, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I remember that night quite well. You and your brother, quite the pair of troublemakers."
Thomas's face turned red with embarrassment. He tried to protest, but the words caught in his throat.
"Two of my girls are pregnant due to you and your brother," she announced, her voice dripping with malice. "And I want you to take responsibility."
Thomas was stunned. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "That's impossible," he sputtered. "There is no way that you could know that it was my brother and I"
Madam Blossom shrugged. "Unfortunately for you, I know it was the two of you. Customers have been light due to the famine. The point is, you're the father, and you're going to pay."
She outlined her demands, a hefty sum of money or him and his brother taking responsibility for the children. Thomas was horrified. "My brother has just married and can't bring another woman's child into his home with a new wife," Thomas said trying to keep his voice low. "And I don't have enough money to meet your demands."
The Madam looked toward the door bored. "Then one of you pays and the other takes the child, I do not care. But you must decide by the end of the week."
Thomas glared at her. "How do I know you are not lying?"
The Madam met his gaze and waved her hand toward the door. "Please, look for yourself."
Thomas quickly went outside and found Una, the woman from that night. He looked down and saw her belly right away, but still couldn't believe it.
"Una," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "Is it true? Is that child mine?"
She nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Thomas," she said. "I begged the Madam not to involve you. Women in my line of work get pregnant all the time, but she is desperate for money. And if she can't get that she would rather not have another mouth to feed."
Thomas's heart ached for her, and for the child she carried. He felt her stomach and felt the child moving around. He whispered as a tear fell down his face. "What do I do?"
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timesimmer · 16 days ago
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The Blackburne farm, though weathered by time and hardship, remained a haven of peace and resilience. The once vibrant fields, now barren and scarred, bore witness to the relentless grip of the Great Famine. Yet, even in the face of adversity, the Blackburne family persevered, their spirits unbroken.
One crisp morning, as Alexander was tending to the meager harvest, a knock sounded at the door. He opened it to find Lilyana standing on the doorstep, her face etched with a mixture of hope and despair. She looked smaller, her once vibrant spirit dimmed by the weight of hardship.
"Lilyana," he exclaimed, his heart filled with concern. "What brings you here?"
She hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. "The orphanage... it's struggling," she confessed. "They've decided to send the older children away, to find their own way."
Alexander's heart sank. "But where will you go?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
"I don't know," she replied, her eyes downcast. "I'll find a way."
"You can't stay on the streets," Alexander insisted. "You can stay here, with us."
Lilyana shook her head. "That wouldn't be right," she said. "We're not married."
"Then we should be," Alexander declared, his voice firm. "You're the love of my life, Lilyana. I can't imagine a future without you."
Lilyana was stunned. She had never expected him to move up their wedding, especially not under such circumstances. But as she looked into his eyes, she knew that he was sincere.
The following day, they were married in a simple ceremony. Selena, though saddened by the circumstances, was overjoyed to welcome Lilyana into the family. As they exchanged vows, their hearts filled with hope and love, a beacon in the darkness of the Great Famine.
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timesimmer · 24 days ago
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1316 Royal Updates
Here are the birthdays, marriages, and deaths of the royal side households in the year 1316. This list will not include anyone from my main household or any of the Blackburne siblings, and their families (Smith, Hicrest, and Blackburne).
House Stagfield
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Arthur Fitzroy - Age: 5 years old / Lifestage: Child
Princess Margery - Age: 1.5 years old / Lifestage: Toddler
Deaths: None!
Marriages / Betrothals: None
House Gilbert
Birthdays: None
Deaths:
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Dowager Countess Synnove - Age: 51 / COD: Tuberculosis
Marriages / Betrothals: None
House Davenport
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Lady Catelyn - Age: 31 / Lifestage: Adult
Deaths: None!
Marriages / Betrothals: None
House Clarillot
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Deaths:
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Prince Henri - Age: 2 years old / COD: Great Famine
Prince Robert - Age: 0 years old / COD: SIDS
Marriages / Betrothals:
House Brabant
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Lady Cateline - Age: 5 years old / Lifestage: Child
Deaths: None!
Marriages / Betrothals:
House Dalriada
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Princess Mary - Age: 1.5 years old / Lifestage: Toddler
Princess Alisa - Age: 5 years old / Lifestage: Child
Deaths: None!
Marriages / Betrothals:
House Almanzor
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Princess Constance - Age: 3 months old / Lifestage: Infant
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Prince Adrian - Age: 27 years old / COD: Great Famine
Princess Elise - Age: 27 years old / COD: Pregnancy Complications
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timesimmer · 24 days ago
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1316 update for the Blackburne clan and the three side households (Smith, Hicrest, and Blackburne).
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Angus Hicrest - Age: 3 months old / Life stage: Infant
Brenna Blackburne - 5 years old / Life stage: Child
Deaths: None!
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Marriage between Elizabeth Smith & Kingsley Atwood
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timesimmer · 24 days ago
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The moon cast an eerie glow over the courtyard as Queen Genevieve approached the barn. She had managed to slip away unnoticed, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement.
As she reached the stable, she halted, her breath catching in her throat. A knight, clad in full armor, stood with his back to her. As he turned, she recognized Nehemiah.
"I stole it from one of the guard's chambers," he explained, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Thought it would help me blend in."
They embraced, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Lost in the moment, they didn't hear the footsteps approaching until a voice broke through their reverie.
"I told you she was up to something," Lady Edrea hissed, her eyes filled with venom.
King Philip, his face contorted with rage, stepped forward. "You betrayed me again, Genevieve," he growled. "And you I thought you would have just run instead of trying to get your whore."
Nehemiah stepped in front of Genevieve, his voice filled with defiance. "Don't call her that," he roared, his anger palpable.
Philip lunged at Nehemiah, their swords clashing in a brutal duel. The sound of their blades echoed through the courtyard, the clashing metal a terrifying symphony of violence.
After what seemed like an eternity, Philip collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Lady Edrea let out a blood-curdling scream.
Nehemiah grabbed Genevieve's hand. "We have to go," he shouted, his eyes filled with urgency.
Genevieve, her mind racing, nodded. "But they'll find us."
Nehemiah pulled her closer. "Trust me," he said, his voice firm. "We'll be okay."
As they fled into the woods, the sound of guards approaching echoed behind them. They ran, their hearts pounding, their future uncertain. But for now, they were free.
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timesimmer · 24 days ago
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The moon cast an eerie glow over the sleeping village. Nadya stood at the foot of Alaric's bed, her heart heavy with sorrow. She had spent hours contemplating her decision, her love for Alaric warring with her duty to her children. In the end, she had chosen the latter.
She had left a letter for Alaric, explaining her reasons for leaving. She still loved him deeply, but the distance between them had grown too great. She couldn't let him risk the lives of James and Ameera trying to correct what she did. The potion had given them strength, protected them from death. She would do it all again, no matter the consequences.
Nadya turned and left the bedroom, her footsteps silent on the wooden floor. She went to her children's room, tucking Gregory and Philippa in for the night. She hated leaving them behind, but she knew it was safer for them to be with Alaric.
As she left the room, she saw James and Ameera standing near the door, bundled up for the cold. Their eyes were filled with anger and resentment. They hated leaving, they hated their father for making them run away.
Nadya understood their feelings, but she knew that they would be better off away from the kingdom of Valois. They needed to find their own place, where they could figure out what other things the potion had done.
James was still staring into his father's bedroom, his eyes glowing with a sinister red light. Nadya pulled him into a hug, her heart aching with sadness. She could feel his tension easing, his anger subsiding.
"It's time to go," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
James nodded, his eyes filled with a strange mixture of fear and determination. And so, they left, slipping into the night, their future uncertain.
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timesimmer · 24 days ago
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TW: Forced Marriage
The church was now a hushed and empty sanctuary on this grey day in 1316. Ornelle, her determination unwavering, had expedited the marriage between Elizabeth and Kingsley, a decision driven by a desperate need to protect their family's reputation. The pews, once filled with the faithful, were now eerily empty, a testament to Ornelle's efforts to keep the secret of Elizabeth's pregnancy hidden.
Elizabeth, her heart heavy with a mix of anticipation and dread, stood at the altar, her gaze fixed on the figure of Kingsley. She had rushed into Kingsley's bed, driven by a desire to escape the emptiness that had consumed her. Now, as she prepared to utter the vows, a wave of doubt washed over her. Could she ever truly love Kingsley?
As the priest began the ceremony, Elizabeth and Kingsley paused, their eyes meeting. A flicker of uncertainty passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the doubts that plagued their hearts. They exchanged vows, their voices barely audible, their hearts heavy with the weight of their commitment.
At the conclusion of the ceremony, they shared a brief, awkward kiss, their lips touching lightly before they pulled away.
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The sun cast a glow over the King's Road, illuminating the path that Thomas Blackburne patrolled. As a member of the King's Guard, it was his duty to ensure the safety of the road, to protect travelers from the lurking dangers of the woods
As he rounded a bend in the road, he spotted her. She looked even more somber than the last time he had seen her.
"Lady Antonia," he called out, his voice soft.
She turned, her face etched with sorrow. "Thomas," she replied, forcing a smile.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his concern evident.
She shook her head. "It's been a difficult year," she admitted. "I lost my brother to the famine, and now my grandmother has passed away."
Her voice trembled as she continued. "I feel so alone, so lost. I and my niece and nephew are now under the watchful eye of the King's brother, and I don't trust him."
Thomas listened intently, his heart aching for her. "Have you tried to leave?" he asked.
She shook her head. "The King wouldn't grant me a marriage," she replied, her voice filled with resignation.
As she spoke, a strange sensation washed over Thomas. He felt a surge of emotion, a desire to protect her, to be there for her. He took a step closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Lady Antonia," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "I know I'm just a lowly page, but I would do anything for you."
She looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.
Antonia's eyes filled with tears as she stepped forward and embraced him. Their kiss was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion, a declaration of love in the face of adversity.
As they pulled apart, Thomas looked at her, his eyes filled with a newfound resolve. He knew that he had to find a way to make her his, to give her the love and protection she deserved. And he would do whatever it took to achieve his goal.
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timesimmer · 24 days ago
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Queen Genevieve, her heart heavy, made her way to the stables, seeking solace in the company of her favorite steed. The oppressive atmosphere of the castle had become unbearable, her husband's public displays of affection for his mistress a constant reminder of her own insignificance. Her grief became even worse as she heard the news of the death of her brother and his wife due to the famine.
As she entered the barn, a strong hand gripped her wrist, pulling her against the wall. Startled, she turned to see Sir Nehemiah, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"What are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "If Philip sees you..."
Nehemiah, his face etched with determination, gave her a small smile. "I've come to take you and Ceanna away."
Genevieve's heart pounded in her chest. "But Ceanna... she's not here. Philip has betrothed her to the crown prince of Caledonia."
Nehemiah stares at the ground with anger in his eyes, "Whatever he could do to get her out of his sight. Even betrothing her to a kingdom he once considered his enemy."
Genevieve's eyes filled with tears. Nehemiah stepped further and placed his lips against hers. She missed the feeling of his kiss and his hands sliding up and down her body.
Nehemiah pulled away from her. "We have to go now, before he does something worse. We can travel to Caledonia and ask the King for help. The alliance between Aethelmark and Caledonia is fragile. He might be willing to side with us."
Genevieve hesitated, her fear palpable. "But what about Ceanna?"
Nehemiah took her hands in his. "She will be safe. I promise I will take care of her."
Genevieve looked into his eyes, her heart torn. She loved Nehemiah, but the thought of leaving her other children behind filled her with dread.
"I'm scared," she admitted.
Nehemiah squeezed her hands. "I know. But we can't stay here. Not anymore."
Genevieve nodded, her resolve hardening. "We'll go. At midnight."
As Nehemiah turned to leave, Genevieve watched him, her heart filled with a mixture of hope and fear. The path ahead was uncertain, but she knew that she had to take this chance. For herself, for Nehemiah, and for Ceanna.
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timesimmer · 25 days ago
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The next day, Nadya was preparing to go to her brother's house when she felt a strong hand grab her arm and pushed her up against the wall of her home. She looked up to see Alaric standing over her, his face contorted with anger.
"What did you do?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Nadya was confused. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
Alaric's grip tightened. "Last night, I found James drinking a mans blood," he said. "You gave them that potion, didn't you?"
Nadya nodded, her heart sinking. She knew she couldn't hide the truth any longer.
Alaric's anger erupted. "You don't understand what you've done," he yelled. "Magic comes at a cost. You've turned two of your children into demons."
Nadya shook her head. "They can control it," she insisted. "Ameera hasn't done anything yet."
Alaric's voice grew louder. "What about when they go after Gregory and Philippa? What then?"
Nadya screamed, her eyes wide with fear. "I had to do something," she cried. "They were dying."
Alaric's heart ached. "Maybe they should have just died," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Instead of becoming monsters."
Nadya was shocked by his words. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Alaric told her that he had told Stefan what had happened. They had buried the body to protect the other spellcaster in their community and decided to work together to change Ameera and James back.
Nadya's eyes filled with tears. "Something like that could kill them," she whimpered.
Alaric nodded. "It will be dangerous," he said. "But it's the only way."
With that, Alaric turned and walked away, leaving Nadya alone on the ground. She didn't know what to do next, but she knew that she had to find a way to save her children.
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timesimmer · 25 days ago
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Smith Household
TW: Forced marriage
Two months had passed since the shocking discovery of Elizabeth and Kingsley in bed, and Ornelle had been working tirelessly with the church to expedite the marriage between Elizabeth and Kingsley. The urgency of the situation was palpable, as Ornelle sought to conceal Elizabeth's indiscretion from the watchful eyes of the village.
One evening, Elizabeth, her face flushed with a mix of anticipation and fear, approached her mother with a secret. She was pregnant. Ornelle's anger flared, a tempest of disappointment and disapproval. Elizabeth's actions, a violation of societal norms, had placed them in a precarious position. The wedding, once a formality, now became a matter of urgency, a desperate attempt to salvage their reputation.
Kingsley, when informed of the news, was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. The prospect of marriage, once a distant consideration, had become an imminent reality. The thought of fatherhood, a responsibility he had never contemplated, filled him with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
For Kingsley, the pace of events was dizzying. His feelings for Elizabeth were genuine, but the suddenness of the situation caught him off guard. The idea of marrying her and starting a family was not part of his plan. However, the consequences of backing out were too dire. Ornelle, her anger a formidable force, would undoubtedly turn to the law for retribution.
Trapped between his desires and the weight of societal expectations, Kingsley found himself facing a choice he never anticipated. The future, once uncertain, was now a path he was forced to walk, whether he was ready or not.
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timesimmer · 25 days ago
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It had been 3 months since James and Ameera's near death from hunger. When Alaric came back from looking for food both of his children were still recovering in bed, but Nadya said they would be okay as she told him about the herbs that she used to save them. Alaric couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Nadya's story. Something about the children's behavior since then had been unsettling. They barely touched their food, and they often seemed lost in thought. On more than one sunny day, the children had come inside complaining of headaches.
It was time for dinner, and Alaric was worried about James. He had been eating so little, and he feared that the boy might collapse. As he searched the yard, he heard a faint moaning sound. His heart pounded in his chest as he ran towards the noise.
To his horror, he found a man lying on the ground, his neck torn open. A small boy with blonde hair kneeled over the body, his teeth in the man's neck. The boy looked up, his eyes a strange shade of red and his face smeared with blood. Alaric gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief. James wiped the blood from his lips and smiled. "I'm not hungry anymore," he said.
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