The castle was in an uproar when Denah went into labour. The entire household was gathered and waited patiently outside the bedroom door. The labour was long, and very painful. When Denah finally let out a gut wrenching scream everyone outside the door held their breath. After a moment the sound that they had all been waiting for , a baby’s cries. The hallway erupted in cheer and servants shouted “Long live the Queen!” They didn’t yet know if they had been given a Prince or Princess, but they didn’t care, it had been so long without a baby in the household.
Their joy was short lived though, Denah began to scream again, and confusion erupted from within the room. Dixon was standing expectantly at the door, waiting for the midwife to present him with his son, and when she didn’t arrive he began to get angry. He pounded on the door “Give me my son!!” A scared apprentice opened the door a crack to face him “Please my lord, there are some…. Complications. You must be patient.” Dixon tried to force his way in, but was forced back by the apprentice and the thick smell of blood in the air. He could hear Denah breathing heavily, but couldn’t see her. “Denah!” He shouted. The apprentice pushed him back “We will call you when you are needed!”. The door slammed millimeters from his face. He could barely contain his rage, but he knew he had no place in a room where a woman was giving birth.
The entire household sat in the hall outside Denah’s rooms. For 45 minutes they didn’t know what to do, and they all feared the worst. Finally, after more grunts and groans from Denah, something no one in the hall was expecting, the cries from a second baby. Dixon couldn’t contain himself any more, he bust into the room. “Twins? Twins?! Please tell me this woman has given me the greatest gift of twin boys to receive this kingdom!” But the mood in the room was somber, and Denah was crying silently. The midwife and apprentice carried his babies to him “Twin Girls my Lord. You have been blessed with two beautiful girls.”
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
On his best behaviour
From that day on Dixon was on his best behaviour. He spent every night in Denah’s bed reading his ‘son’ to sleep, and made sure there were fresh flowers in her room every morning. He took days off work to wait on her every need, and rubbed her feet every night when they started to swell.
Denah and Danica's lunch dates continued, of course, and she made sure to keep her sister up to date with everything that went on with Dixon. Denah knew better than to fall for his affections a second time. To have your heart broken twice by the same man was stupidity on the woman’s part. “Just entertain him, let him be happy, and when you give him his son you’ll be free to do whatever you like!” “What if it’s a girl?” “Just pray that it isn’t and everything will be fine.” That was the answer Denah always got, and every time she heard it her heart skipped a beat. What did everyone mean by that? Did they know something she didn’t? Only time would tell.
Denah and Danica's lunch dates continued, of course, and she made sure to keep her sister up to date with everything that went on with Dixon. Denah knew better than to fall for his affections a second time. To have your heart broken twice by the same man was stupidity on the woman’s part. “Just entertain him, let him be happy, and when you give him his son you’ll be free to do whatever you like!” “What if it’s a girl?” “Just pray that it isn’t and everything will be fine.” That was the answer Denah always got, and every time she heard it her heart skipped a beat. What did everyone mean by that? Did they know something she didn’t? Only time would tell.
Monday, January 25, 2010
A Royal Marriage
*Unfortunately the photos dry up after this, and don't kick in until the next generation. Stick with it though, the storyline gets good!*
The wedding of Crown Prince Dixon West to his second cousin Countess Denah West was a grand affair and a joyous occasion for the entire kingdom. Not only did it partially ensure the succession of the crown and stability for the people of LegacyVille, but it meant that, once a child was born, there would be no chance of someone from another kingdom attempting to claim the throne, as Dixon and Denah’s child would be a descendant of the king on both the mother and the father’s side.
Denah was pleasantly surprised at how loving and attentive Dixon was, and made it a point to thank Danica every time they met for lunch. If it wasn't for Danica, Denah never would have opened her heart to Dixon and allowed herself to be loved.
Denah’s happiness was short lived. When she failed to show signs of pregnancy after only 3 months of marriage, she began to notice Dixon returning to the snide and short tempered prince she had known before the wedding. She had her suspicions as to why, but she had to know for sure. She caught him on his way to work one morning and asked “My love… why are you so angry?” Dixon scoffed “As if you don’t already know the answer. You’ve been here three months and there are no signs of my son.” Denah’s heart shattered. She had been fooled into thinking he really loved her. All he really wanted was a son, and she was a nuisance he had to tolerate in the meantime. Her lip began to tremble. “Look, I’ve got to go to work, to do my job. Why don’t you do your job and give me my son, instead of running around having lunch dates with your friends.” Dixon turned and left without seeing the tears streaming down his wife’s face.
When Danica arrived for lunch, she could see Denah had been crying. It didn’t take much for her to tell Danica what had happened between her and Dixon that morning. Danica tried to comfort her, but she knew nothing could be done. Denah would have to endure, and produce a son if she was going to have any chance at happiness.
That night Denah waited patiently by the door for Dixon to come home. When he finally arrived, she opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. “I don’t want to talk.” He threw his suitcase and jacket on the chair next to her and walked upstairs. She heard the door to his office close. Denah decided she would try again when he came to bed. She waited for him, but when he hadn’t arrived by 1am she decided to go to bed. It was the first time since they were married that she slept alone.
Several weeks went by with Dixon spending most nights away from Denah at night. She didn’t know where he slept, but there were any number of places within the Castle for him to lie at night. One thing that never changed was the family breakfast. All families in LegacyVille ate breakfast together, and the Royal Family was no exception. Denah had been helping herself to double servings lately, and her weight gain was unmistakable. Dixon noticed her round belly. “Denah, you’ve got too much food on your plate and you’re getting fat. You need to eat less.” Denah shot him her trademark fiery glance and was about to speak when the King cut her off. “Are you stupid?! Can’t you see the woman is pregnant!?” Dixon looked at Denah in amazement “Sweetheart?! Why didn’t you tell me?” “What do you think I’ve been trying to tell you for the last 5 weeks?” Dixon ran out of the dining room and through all the halls of the castle jumping with joy that Denah was pregnant. By this time everyone else knew, and he was alone in his celebrations, but he didn’t care. He would soon have a son.
The wedding of Crown Prince Dixon West to his second cousin Countess Denah West was a grand affair and a joyous occasion for the entire kingdom. Not only did it partially ensure the succession of the crown and stability for the people of LegacyVille, but it meant that, once a child was born, there would be no chance of someone from another kingdom attempting to claim the throne, as Dixon and Denah’s child would be a descendant of the king on both the mother and the father’s side.Denah was pleasantly surprised at how loving and attentive Dixon was, and made it a point to thank Danica every time they met for lunch. If it wasn't for Danica, Denah never would have opened her heart to Dixon and allowed herself to be loved.
Denah’s happiness was short lived. When she failed to show signs of pregnancy after only 3 months of marriage, she began to notice Dixon returning to the snide and short tempered prince she had known before the wedding. She had her suspicions as to why, but she had to know for sure. She caught him on his way to work one morning and asked “My love… why are you so angry?” Dixon scoffed “As if you don’t already know the answer. You’ve been here three months and there are no signs of my son.” Denah’s heart shattered. She had been fooled into thinking he really loved her. All he really wanted was a son, and she was a nuisance he had to tolerate in the meantime. Her lip began to tremble. “Look, I’ve got to go to work, to do my job. Why don’t you do your job and give me my son, instead of running around having lunch dates with your friends.” Dixon turned and left without seeing the tears streaming down his wife’s face.
When Danica arrived for lunch, she could see Denah had been crying. It didn’t take much for her to tell Danica what had happened between her and Dixon that morning. Danica tried to comfort her, but she knew nothing could be done. Denah would have to endure, and produce a son if she was going to have any chance at happiness.
That night Denah waited patiently by the door for Dixon to come home. When he finally arrived, she opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. “I don’t want to talk.” He threw his suitcase and jacket on the chair next to her and walked upstairs. She heard the door to his office close. Denah decided she would try again when he came to bed. She waited for him, but when he hadn’t arrived by 1am she decided to go to bed. It was the first time since they were married that she slept alone.
Several weeks went by with Dixon spending most nights away from Denah at night. She didn’t know where he slept, but there were any number of places within the Castle for him to lie at night. One thing that never changed was the family breakfast. All families in LegacyVille ate breakfast together, and the Royal Family was no exception. Denah had been helping herself to double servings lately, and her weight gain was unmistakable. Dixon noticed her round belly. “Denah, you’ve got too much food on your plate and you’re getting fat. You need to eat less.” Denah shot him her trademark fiery glance and was about to speak when the King cut her off. “Are you stupid?! Can’t you see the woman is pregnant!?” Dixon looked at Denah in amazement “Sweetheart?! Why didn’t you tell me?” “What do you think I’ve been trying to tell you for the last 5 weeks?” Dixon ran out of the dining room and through all the halls of the castle jumping with joy that Denah was pregnant. By this time everyone else knew, and he was alone in his celebrations, but he didn’t care. He would soon have a son.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A Summer Wedding
Over the next 5 months, Denah and Danica became inseparable. They spent so much time together Denver started to complain. He decided to confront his sister at breakfast. “Any chance of me getting my wife back?” “You can have her back when I become a wife myself.” “Dear God, that day won’t come soon enough” 
Denah grabbed a sausage off the table and threw it at her brother, then turned to rub Danica’s growing belly “Don’t worry Brother, this little one is due at the end of spring, and I have decided to marry in summer.” Everyone’s jaw dropped. Denah looked around the table, “Mother, close you’re mouth. It’s not lady like.” Tara spit out the food she was chewing. “Well when were you planning on telling ME this? Summer is only 4 months away!” “Mother, don’t shout, it’s not lady like. Besides, I’ve just told you. Four months is plenty of time to plan a wedding.” Denah pulled out a chair for Danica, and took a seat across the table. Tara stared at Denah in disbelief and threw her fork down on the table. 
She looked at Charles “Are you going to let her speak to me like that?!” “Think of it this way,” Charles replied “she’ll be gone in four months.” Tara got up from the table in a huff and spent the rest of the day making wedding plans over the phone with the Queen.
The next 4 months passed in a whirlwind of excitement and commotion. Tara hardly slept as she planned for the birth of a child, and a wedding. At the end of spring, when Danica gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Tara threw a small party to celebrate. When Dixon arrived, Denah wasn’t sure what to expect. They hadn’t seen each other since she announced she was ready to marry, and she wasn’t sure what kind of comment to expect. She was surprised when he arrived with a bouquet of flowers and a friendly smile. He kissed her on the cheek “I’m so happy you have decided to become my wife and queen.” Denah was shocked. Dixon was pleased when she didn’t immediately snap back. “Hopefully with the grace of God we will be throwing our own welcoming party this time next year.” Denah smiled back at him. She couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. What was once snake venom was now sweet honey. She felt her heart melt, and was overcome with relief. Maybe Danica was right, she thought to herself, maybe he will be easy to love.
Denah grabbed a sausage off the table and threw it at her brother, then turned to rub Danica’s growing belly “Don’t worry Brother, this little one is due at the end of spring, and I have decided to marry in summer.” Everyone’s jaw dropped. Denah looked around the table, “Mother, close you’re mouth. It’s not lady like.” Tara spit out the food she was chewing. “Well when were you planning on telling ME this? Summer is only 4 months away!” “Mother, don’t shout, it’s not lady like. Besides, I’ve just told you. Four months is plenty of time to plan a wedding.” Denah pulled out a chair for Danica, and took a seat across the table. Tara stared at Denah in disbelief and threw her fork down on the table. 
She looked at Charles “Are you going to let her speak to me like that?!” “Think of it this way,” Charles replied “she’ll be gone in four months.” Tara got up from the table in a huff and spent the rest of the day making wedding plans over the phone with the Queen. The next 4 months passed in a whirlwind of excitement and commotion. Tara hardly slept as she planned for the birth of a child, and a wedding. At the end of spring, when Danica gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Tara threw a small party to celebrate. When Dixon arrived, Denah wasn’t sure what to expect. They hadn’t seen each other since she announced she was ready to marry, and she wasn’t sure what kind of comment to expect. She was surprised when he arrived with a bouquet of flowers and a friendly smile. He kissed her on the cheek “I’m so happy you have decided to become my wife and queen.” Denah was shocked. Dixon was pleased when she didn’t immediately snap back. “Hopefully with the grace of God we will be throwing our own welcoming party this time next year.” Denah smiled back at him. She couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. What was once snake venom was now sweet honey. She felt her heart melt, and was overcome with relief. Maybe Danica was right, she thought to herself, maybe he will be easy to love.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
First West Estate
One year after the engagement party, Denver and Danica were married. As it was a noble marriage, the Royal family was free to attend. When Dixon arrived for the ceremony he was once again met with Denah’s cold demeanor. She still felt slighted by his comments a year before at the engagement party, and she wanted everyone in view to know that she had no intentions of bending to the Prince’s will and marrying before she felt herself ready.Dixon walked over to Denah and lightly kissed her hand.
“Do you see the joy in everyone’s faces my love?” he said “We could have this tomorrow. Why do you want to wait for such happiness?” Denah held her chin high “I do swear, every time you open your mouth, it is in attempt to coerce a minor into marriage.” Both sets of parents were keeping a close eye from afar, they didn’t want another outburst. All four shot warning glances to Dixon and Denah. They smiled back and made their rounds.“My apologies, your Majesty,” Charles started “All we can do is hope she has a change of heart once she sees how wonderful marriage and children can be”.
The good mood in the house remained long after Danica was settled. Denah could see how much her brother loved his new wife. She didn’t think it was possible to love someone your parents had chosen for you. Her own parents were a prime example.
Months after the wedding, when the novelty of marriage should have worn off, Denah would still catch Denver and Danica flirting with each other like… well like teenagers. Denah and Danica were re;axing next to the pool, when Denah plainly asked “How do you do it?” How can you just fall in love with someone?” “Well it wasn’t hard” Danica replied “Your brother is such a sweet and kind person. From the day we met at the engagement party he made it his mission to make sure I know he loves me. How can I not love him back?” Denah slumped down into her deck chair “That doesn’t help me… Every time I see Dixon he berates me for my decision to wait. That’s not love. I don’t know what that is.” Danica sat down next to her and rubbed her shoulders. “Don’t think anything of it. He is the only son of the King, he’s just not used to waiting…for anything. I’m not worried for you though. I’m sure he’ll soften once you set a date. And I’m sure you’ll see that he is quite easy to love.” Denah let out a deep sigh “I hope so…”
Over Danica’s first year living at First West Estate, she became very close with Denah. Having grown up with 4 brothers, Denah was quite happy to finally have a sister to confide in. They spent most of their time together, and talked about everything, including married life. “Do you think I’m wrong to ask Dixon to wait?” Denah asked one lazy afternoon “Not at all. It’s your right to wait until you’re 18.” “Why didn’t you wait?” “I wasn’t doing anything else. It was either get married, or sit at home for two more years, and then get married.” “I know what you mean… it
can get pretty boring a round here. Do you think I’ll make a good wife?” “Denah of course you’ll make an amazing wife… Do you think I’ll make a good mother?” Denah sat up in an instant, a look of excited amazement on her face “Are you…?!” “Yes! I’m so excited! But you’re the only person who knows. I want to tell the family at dinner tonight.” “Sure thing sis!” Denah pretended to zip her lips and throw away the key. They spent the rest of the afternoon watching the clouds and picking out names.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Outside Denah's Room
Denah’s face was red hot, and she fought hard to keep the tears from falling down her face and staining her gown. She was breathing hard, and one of her handmaidens was fanning her face when there was a knock at the door. “Denah? I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to insult you, I swear.” “In what world would the comparison of a Countess and a peasant girl not be intended to insult?!” she shouted back. “I was never good with words, please, allow me to explain myself.” There was no answer, and he took that as permission. 
“It’s just that I’ve waited so long for a Queen and a son, I want nothing more than to have you as a wife, and to love you like my father loves my mother.”
Denah stomped to the door and whipped it open, catching Dixon off guard. He gave her his most charming smile, to which she responded with a sideways glance. “And if I never give you the son you so desperately desire?” Dixon looked at her with his mouth agape. “My love, don’t speak of such terrible things. With the history of our entire family, that is highly unlikely. Even if that were to happen, I wouldn’t love you any less.” Denah looked deep into his eyes in search of the truth. Both of their fathers were testaments to the hopeless romantic nature of the men in their family, why should he be any different? Her face softened, and he knew he was slowly but surely chipping away at her frosty exterior. “Please come back downstairs, we are the guests of honour.” Dixon held out his hand and mustered up the softest face he could. Denah rolled her eyes, put her hand in his, and allowed him to be lead her back to the party.
“It’s just that I’ve waited so long for a Queen and a son, I want nothing more than to have you as a wife, and to love you like my father loves my mother.”Denah stomped to the door and whipped it open, catching Dixon off guard. He gave her his most charming smile, to which she responded with a sideways glance. “And if I never give you the son you so desperately desire?” Dixon looked at her with his mouth agape. “My love, don’t speak of such terrible things. With the history of our entire family, that is highly unlikely. Even if that were to happen, I wouldn’t love you any less.” Denah looked deep into his eyes in search of the truth. Both of their fathers were testaments to the hopeless romantic nature of the men in their family, why should he be any different? Her face softened, and he knew he was slowly but surely chipping away at her frosty exterior. “Please come back downstairs, we are the guests of honour.” Dixon held out his hand and mustered up the softest face he could. Denah rolled her eyes, put her hand in his, and allowed him to be lead her back to the party.
Friday, January 8, 2010
First West Estate - In the Grand Hall
The guests of the party had arrived, and the betrothed couples prepared to enter the hall for their introduction. Denver held up his hand, and Danica placed hers on top of his. He was shocked at the warmth of her skin. He had never been touched with such tenderness by a woman he wasn’t related to. He felt his ears turn red. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Danica looking at him. “Is everything alright?” she asked. “Yes, yes” he stuttered “everything is fine.” When he woke up that morning, he would have gladly gone to a monastery in a far off country to avoid his fate. Now, he could not believe there was another woman more beautiful than the one standing next to him. The scene behind them was considerably less tender.
Dixon and Denah stood in the same position, her hand atop his, but each was clearly not interested in the other. Since the day Denah was born she was groomed to be the future Queen, and since the day Denah was born Dixon had been groomed to have eyes for no other. He was never allowed to be alone with a lady he wasn’t related to, and in his house, she was always referred to as his future Queen.
Unfortunately the lengthy wait did nothing to stir his desire for her. Both had seen portraits of each other, and were well acquainted with the faces of their future spouses, but on this day, the first day they had actually met, they felt more like an old married couple than the newly betrothed. There was to be no love in this marriage. They both knew that. The primary purpose of this marriage was to provide the kingdom with an heir that could be traced back to the first king by both mother and father. If they happened to fall in love with each other, well that would be a bonus.
Denah wasn’t looking forward to the loveless marriage. She had seen it tear her father apart. She couldn’t count the nights she heard her father cry himself to sleep, alone in his bed, while his wife shared the bed of his father. Denah looked into Dixon’s eyes trying to see if there was love there, but she could see he was lost in his own world. Dixon looked back into Denah’s eyes trying to see if there was anything behind her hard exterior, but he saw nothing. He could see she was hiding her true self behind a wall. This wait, which had already lasted so many years, was taking a toll on him. He wanted a son. If he were to die without leaving his kingdom a prince…
He wanted to marry a girl from another kingdom years ago, but his parents insisted he wait for Denah. She was 15, he was 29, nearly twice her age. Dixon was pulled out of his thought when the doors to the grand ballroom opened and Denver and Danica walked into the hall full of cheers and smiling faces. He took a deep breath. “Well,” he said “that’s are cue!” He looked at Denah with a smile, but she only looked ahead with a face that could have been etched in stone. Denah was well aware of the ‘tantrums’ Dixon had been throwing lately.
They entered the hall to a bevy of cheers, streamers and confetti. This was the first time the future King and Queen had been seen together in the same room. They walked a wide circle around the room, and joined Denver and Danica in the centre for a traditional dance. Dixon tried desperately to elicit some response from Denah, but to no avail. As a last resort, he broached a subject which he knew was a sore spot. “Do you see how happy everyone is?” Denah remained silent. “There will be much merriment around the kingdom when we marry…” Denah looked away, a tear in her eye. “And a son for the kingdom… wouldn’t you he happy with a son?” Denah shot Dixon a fiery look. She knew exactly what he was after, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She knew her rights as a woman in this kingdom, set in place by their own great grandfather. She would wait until she was 18, and there was nothing anyone in the kingdom could do. “Would you like to be known throughout history as the king who took a child bride?”
Dixon was shocked at the degree of her candor, it showed on his face and Denah knew she had hit her mark. “Well all I’m trying to say is that there are many a peasant girl your age who are married and withchild.” Dixon was making a valid point, but Denah would have nothing of it. “And I am NOT a PEASANT GIRL” she shouted.
The music stopped and all eyes were on Denah. She threw his hands down and stormed out of the great hall, followed shortly thereafter by her ladies. Dixon could feel 4 sets of angry eyes the back of his head, as both sets of parents knew exactly what he had said. Dixon, feeling very embarrassed, straightened his suit jacket and cleared his throat “Continue.” he signaled to the band, and left to follow Denah. He needed to patch things up if he would have any chance at a happy marriage.
Dixon and Denah stood in the same position, her hand atop his, but each was clearly not interested in the other. Since the day Denah was born she was groomed to be the future Queen, and since the day Denah was born Dixon had been groomed to have eyes for no other. He was never allowed to be alone with a lady he wasn’t related to, and in his house, she was always referred to as his future Queen.
Unfortunately the lengthy wait did nothing to stir his desire for her. Both had seen portraits of each other, and were well acquainted with the faces of their future spouses, but on this day, the first day they had actually met, they felt more like an old married couple than the newly betrothed. There was to be no love in this marriage. They both knew that. The primary purpose of this marriage was to provide the kingdom with an heir that could be traced back to the first king by both mother and father. If they happened to fall in love with each other, well that would be a bonus.
Denah wasn’t looking forward to the loveless marriage. She had seen it tear her father apart. She couldn’t count the nights she heard her father cry himself to sleep, alone in his bed, while his wife shared the bed of his father. Denah looked into Dixon’s eyes trying to see if there was love there, but she could see he was lost in his own world. Dixon looked back into Denah’s eyes trying to see if there was anything behind her hard exterior, but he saw nothing. He could see she was hiding her true self behind a wall. This wait, which had already lasted so many years, was taking a toll on him. He wanted a son. If he were to die without leaving his kingdom a prince…
He wanted to marry a girl from another kingdom years ago, but his parents insisted he wait for Denah. She was 15, he was 29, nearly twice her age. Dixon was pulled out of his thought when the doors to the grand ballroom opened and Denver and Danica walked into the hall full of cheers and smiling faces. He took a deep breath. “Well,” he said “that’s are cue!” He looked at Denah with a smile, but she only looked ahead with a face that could have been etched in stone. Denah was well aware of the ‘tantrums’ Dixon had been throwing lately.
They entered the hall to a bevy of cheers, streamers and confetti. This was the first time the future King and Queen had been seen together in the same room. They walked a wide circle around the room, and joined Denver and Danica in the centre for a traditional dance. Dixon tried desperately to elicit some response from Denah, but to no avail. As a last resort, he broached a subject which he knew was a sore spot. “Do you see how happy everyone is?” Denah remained silent. “There will be much merriment around the kingdom when we marry…” Denah looked away, a tear in her eye. “And a son for the kingdom… wouldn’t you he happy with a son?” Denah shot Dixon a fiery look. She knew exactly what he was after, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She knew her rights as a woman in this kingdom, set in place by their own great grandfather. She would wait until she was 18, and there was nothing anyone in the kingdom could do. “Would you like to be known throughout history as the king who took a child bride?”
Dixon was shocked at the degree of her candor, it showed on his face and Denah knew she had hit her mark. “Well all I’m trying to say is that there are many a peasant girl your age who are married and withchild.” Dixon was making a valid point, but Denah would have nothing of it. “And I am NOT a PEASANT GIRL” she shouted.
The music stopped and all eyes were on Denah. She threw his hands down and stormed out of the great hall, followed shortly thereafter by her ladies. Dixon could feel 4 sets of angry eyes the back of his head, as both sets of parents knew exactly what he had said. Dixon, feeling very embarrassed, straightened his suit jacket and cleared his throat “Continue.” he signaled to the band, and left to follow Denah. He needed to patch things up if he would have any chance at a happy marriage.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Henderson Manor (4 Legacy Ave)
The handmaiden was putting the final touches on Countess Danica’s finest gown as Princess Clara walked in. “Oh my darling, you’re beautiful” She said, tears filling her eyes. “Thank you mother, but I don’t understand why I had to try it on again, it fits the same is it did last night.” “I know dear, it’s just that I want to have as many memories as possible before I must give you away.” 
Danica rolled her eyes and jumped down from the stool. “Mother, first of all, I won’t be married for another years to come, and second, you can see First West Estate from your bedroom window, I won’t be far.” “I know love, I know… my little girl… soon to be a woman.” “Mother please,” Danica said as she waived the handmaiden back into the room “I’m sure when Darryl and Dashel’s wives arrive you’ll have plenty of babies to keep you busy.” “Oh!” Clara said in a huff “Those girls are hardly off their mother’s teats, it will be so long before I get grandchildren from them. You on the other hand..it won’t be long my love.” Clara gave Danica a warm hug and left her to change out of the gown.
Danica rolled her eyes and jumped down from the stool. “Mother, first of all, I won’t be married for another years to come, and second, you can see First West Estate from your bedroom window, I won’t be far.” “I know love, I know… my little girl… soon to be a woman.” “Mother please,” Danica said as she waived the handmaiden back into the room “I’m sure when Darryl and Dashel’s wives arrive you’ll have plenty of babies to keep you busy.” “Oh!” Clara said in a huff “Those girls are hardly off their mother’s teats, it will be so long before I get grandchildren from them. You on the other hand..it won’t be long my love.” Clara gave Danica a warm hug and left her to change out of the gown.
First West Estate (3 Legacy Ave)
"Denah! Please hurry, the coach will be here soon” Lady Tara Spencer looked at her watch impatiently, this girl is always late, she thought to herself, hardly a trait fitting of the future Queen. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused. She had no right to judge her daughter. She herself had major faults, and Denah made it a point to remind her of her transgressions on a daily basis.
Countess Denah thundered down the stairs and landed in front of Tara with a thud. “A lady really shouldn’t be stomping around the house like that” Tara said with a frown. “You of all people shouldn’t be telling me what a lady should and shouldn’t do.”
“Hold your tongue young lady! I am still your mother” “Yes, a fact you remind me of every day, although your actions in the last few years would suggest you weren’t actually married to my father” “You-!” Tara raised her hand, and Denah braced herself.
The blow she was expecting never came, and when she opened her eyes her father, Count Charles West, was standing nearby. “Denah, I wish you would forget about what happened and love your mother like you did when you were a child.” “I struggle every day father, you know this.” “Well try harder to put it behind you! We wouldn’t want the future King to catch wind of the situation and assume you will follow in your mother’s footsteps would we?” “No father, we wouldn’t” “Very well then. Enjoy your trip to the dressmaker ladies.” “We shall” they said in unison.
After the ladies left, Charles set out to find his fourth son, Count Denver. He found him in his room at the back of the house. He entered the darkened room cautiously, and found his son still in bed.
“Denver, what are you doing still in bed? It’s nearly noon. We must oversee the preparations for tonight’s party.” “I don’t want to oversee preparations for this party. I feel like I am being put on display like a prize pig.” “Son, of course we are putting you on display! But not like a prize pig, like a Prized Son! Besides, this party is not only for you, it is for you, your sister and your future spouses! Come come, you must get out of bed.” Charles whipped the covers off his son and threw open the curtains. “But father! I don’t want to! This is not even my place! I am the fourth son, I should have gone off to a monestary or something!” “That’s right, you should have, but your brothers made the decision for you. Like it or not you are heir to my title, and the Hendersons have one remaining daughter. You WILL inherit this house and my fortune, and you WILL marry that girl! Now get dressed, I’ve already had to prevent your mother and sister from killing each other, I’ll not deal with any more squabbles today!"
Countess Denah thundered down the stairs and landed in front of Tara with a thud. “A lady really shouldn’t be stomping around the house like that” Tara said with a frown. “You of all people shouldn’t be telling me what a lady should and shouldn’t do.”
“Hold your tongue young lady! I am still your mother” “Yes, a fact you remind me of every day, although your actions in the last few years would suggest you weren’t actually married to my father” “You-!” Tara raised her hand, and Denah braced herself.
The blow she was expecting never came, and when she opened her eyes her father, Count Charles West, was standing nearby. “Denah, I wish you would forget about what happened and love your mother like you did when you were a child.” “I struggle every day father, you know this.” “Well try harder to put it behind you! We wouldn’t want the future King to catch wind of the situation and assume you will follow in your mother’s footsteps would we?” “No father, we wouldn’t” “Very well then. Enjoy your trip to the dressmaker ladies.” “We shall” they said in unison.
After the ladies left, Charles set out to find his fourth son, Count Denver. He found him in his room at the back of the house. He entered the darkened room cautiously, and found his son still in bed.“Denver, what are you doing still in bed? It’s nearly noon. We must oversee the preparations for tonight’s party.” “I don’t want to oversee preparations for this party. I feel like I am being put on display like a prize pig.” “Son, of course we are putting you on display! But not like a prize pig, like a Prized Son! Besides, this party is not only for you, it is for you, your sister and your future spouses! Come come, you must get out of bed.” Charles whipped the covers off his son and threw open the curtains. “But father! I don’t want to! This is not even my place! I am the fourth son, I should have gone off to a monestary or something!” “That’s right, you should have, but your brothers made the decision for you. Like it or not you are heir to my title, and the Hendersons have one remaining daughter. You WILL inherit this house and my fortune, and you WILL marry that girl! Now get dressed, I’ve already had to prevent your mother and sister from killing each other, I’ll not deal with any more squabbles today!"
LegacyVille Castle (1 Legacy Ave)
We join this story already in progress. Tensions run high as several Generation D children prepare for their betrothal party at First West Estate. Crown Prince Dixon West is growing impatient, as he must wait for his betrothed to become of age. His soon to be betrothed, Countess Dennah West ( his 2nd cousin) is having issues of her own. While she doesn’t object to the arranged marriage, she is having more and more trouble with her mother. Her Brother, who is also to be betrothed, is reluctant to inherit his father’s fortune, as he is the 4th son, and not technically the heir
Son, you really should eat your meal, the cooks worked for hours to get this roast just right” King Caleb West looked at his scowling son. Crown Prince Dixon threw his fork down and crossed his arms in a huff. “I just don’t understand father! Why must I wait? All I want to do is serve my kingdom and provide our people with an heir and security! All my cousins that are of age are married with children of their own. Do you WANT the throne to be usurped?!” “Dixon! Do NOT speak to your father in that tone.” Chided The Queen.
“Thank you Jenny, I fear your son is too emotional. It’s a shame we weren’t able to have more after him. We would have at least known our kingdom might not be thrown away in a hissy fit.” “Enough!” Shouted Dixon “I will not be spoken of in such a manner!” “I have not died yet son! You will speak to me with respect while I am King, or find yourself in the dungeon for treason, do you understand?” Dixon closed his mouth and picked up his fork. “Jenny, my love, what IS the problem with the girl I have chosen?” “No Problem sweetheart, only that she is barely 15, and she wishes to wait until she is 18, as is her right. I can hardly blame her, so many girls die in childbirth you know.”
“Seems fair enough. Dixon, would you have a wife now and be a widow next year?” “No” Grumbled Dixon. “Then I gather you will wait until the girl is ready and have a loving and lasting relationship like that of your mother and I” “Yes sir” “Well then it is settled. No more of your outbursts. You are far too old for that.”
Son, you really should eat your meal, the cooks worked for hours to get this roast just right” King Caleb West looked at his scowling son. Crown Prince Dixon threw his fork down and crossed his arms in a huff. “I just don’t understand father! Why must I wait? All I want to do is serve my kingdom and provide our people with an heir and security! All my cousins that are of age are married with children of their own. Do you WANT the throne to be usurped?!” “Dixon! Do NOT speak to your father in that tone.” Chided The Queen.“Thank you Jenny, I fear your son is too emotional. It’s a shame we weren’t able to have more after him. We would have at least known our kingdom might not be thrown away in a hissy fit.” “Enough!” Shouted Dixon “I will not be spoken of in such a manner!” “I have not died yet son! You will speak to me with respect while I am King, or find yourself in the dungeon for treason, do you understand?” Dixon closed his mouth and picked up his fork. “Jenny, my love, what IS the problem with the girl I have chosen?” “No Problem sweetheart, only that she is barely 15, and she wishes to wait until she is 18, as is her right. I can hardly blame her, so many girls die in childbirth you know.”
“Seems fair enough. Dixon, would you have a wife now and be a widow next year?” “No” Grumbled Dixon. “Then I gather you will wait until the girl is ready and have a loving and lasting relationship like that of your mother and I” “Yes sir” “Well then it is settled. No more of your outbursts. You are far too old for that.”
Welcome to my Legacy Royal Kingdom Challenge!
First I would like to thank you for comming to this blog. This RCK/Legacy is a long time in the making and is very well established. I'm going to try my best to provide background information wherever necessary and possible.
This blog will be the story version of my Legacy style Royal Kingdom Challenge. (Links to follow, or just Google Legacy Challenge and Royal Kingdom Challenge). I'm using an amended ruleset that I've created that's added some interesting elements to the game.
I started writing content when I got to generation D, so the story will start there. I hope you enjoy this blog, please feel free to comment!
This blog will be the story version of my Legacy style Royal Kingdom Challenge. (Links to follow, or just Google Legacy Challenge and Royal Kingdom Challenge). I'm using an amended ruleset that I've created that's added some interesting elements to the game.
I started writing content when I got to generation D, so the story will start there. I hope you enjoy this blog, please feel free to comment!
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