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!"