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James Henry Watson (b. 1991), is the third child of Kenneth and Clarissa Watson. 
He has two older siblings, Victoria Rose (b. 1985) and Roland Finley (b.1989). Both are married. Victoria married Sir Dominic Remington in 2009. They had their first child, Annabelle Katherine, in 2012. Roland married Florence Sophia Haley in 2013. They had their first child, Lily Mae, in 2016.
His younger two siblings are Thomas Louis Watson (b. 1993) and Natalia Maria (b. 1994), also married. She married Alfred Norton in 2015, at the tender age of 19.
James’s uncles on his paternal (Kenneth’s) side are as follows: Alexander Harold (b. 1957) and Edward Louis (b. 1962). Kenneth has no sisters. Neither of his brothers are currently married. 
Alexander divorced his first wife, Ivy Oakes, in 1986; his second, Eleanor Marley, in 1998; his third, Elizabeth Ramsay, in 2004; and his fourth, Rosie Kent, in 2014. 
He had two children with Ivy: Titus Oakes (b.1983) and Phillip Oakes (b. 1985); and one child with Eleanor: Amelia Ava Marley-Watson (b. 1995). He sees all three children regularly, though Amelia was the only child who Alexander was allowed to keep custody over.
Their parents are Lord Roland Louis Watson (b. 1931) and Lady Natasha Victoria Nelson (b. 1932). Lady Natasha died from complications in surgery in late 2015. She was 83. Lord Roland is known for his work in politics in the late 1950s and early 1960s.
James’s aunt on his maternal side (Clarissa’s) is as follows: Catalina Nicola Acton (b. 1966). 
Catalina has been married twice and has no children. Her first marriage was in 1988 to Rodger Barron. This ended in 2004 after Catalina accused Rodger of domestic abuse, something he still denies to this day. She remarried a childhood flame, Wallace George Acton, in 2007. She has had no children with either partner.
James’s grandparents on his maternal side are Samuel John Henderson (b. 1941) and Diana Bishop (b.1940). They first met during their school years in the 1950s - both were evacuated from the same region of London along with their mother’s. Both their father’s died because of WW2 (Diana’s father died in 1952 from injuries). What they had in common led to them becoming friends and then, lovers. They married in 1960.
Diana’s brother, Daniel Bishop (b. 1947), married Isobel Easton and is the father of Sir Marcus Rufus Bishop, a good friend of Kenneth and who is the influential force behind Roland, James and Thomas’s quick rise in the political sphere.
Though the Watson’s do come from high rankings within the aristocracy, the latest generation hold no titles and are unlikely to. Lord Roland’s title, as was his father’s before him, is merely traditional. The Watson estate collapsed financially in 1908.
The current home of the Watson family is Eversley, Hampshire. 
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Summer was supposed to be a time for fun, and as the sun shone down on the Watson's garden, it was all James could think about.
There he was, sitting behind his father's desk, a mock exam in front of him, despite the fact that the tests were still almost a year away.
Kenneth Xavier Watson was a tall, lean man. His hair was always perfectly slicked back and his suit was always perfectly pressed. At this moment in time, his hands were clasped behind his back and he paced backwards and forwards in front of the old, oak desk, his eyes focussing on anything but his son. It was his usual manner, and the manner James always felt intimidated by.
"Do you want to succeed, or not?" As ever, Kenneth's voice was stern, assertive.
"Yes, father." Of course, James knew it was wrong to lie to his father, but he could not bare the truth, or what the truth would do if he were to say it out-loud. If going through this mental torture meant success, he would have rather gone without.
"Then why can't you grasp this simple question?"
His father stopped his pacing and turned to face his quivering son. He still did not look at him. Instead he glared over his shoulder into the garden. James dared not take a glance over his shoulder, but he could hear his sisters playing and imagined them in his mind. Natalie and Victoria running about, their dolls in hand, his mother lounging under a sun shade, sunglasses perched on the top of her auburn hair.
"James!" His father snapped, eyes now fixated on his daydreaming son with anger.
"Sorry, father, I was just-..."
"Dreaming!" Kenneth exhaled deeply, frustrated. "Nothing ever comes of a boy who daydreams his whole life. You should take note of your brother. He knows how to be a man."
Roland Marcus Watson was two years James' senior, and was already enjoying the prospect of a prosperous career in Parliament. It always helps when one knows someone, but Roland was exceptionally talented anyway. At the age of 12, he had the capability of passing his end of school exams, and by the age of 16, he had already been given the heads-up by the Principal of Oxford University, Sir Marcus Bishop, and was told that he would be given an unconditional offer, no matter his grades or references. In fairness, this was announced to the Watson family after Marcus had visited their holiday retreat for a game of cards and a glass of brandy, the typical way Kenneth conducted business. Whether Roland would have been given this offer had Marcus not known Kenneth was something that James often thought about.
Even at the tender age of 14, James knew corruption was wrong and that his father was the sole perpetrator.
"What do you want in life? Do you *want* to be a success, or do you want to be a *failure*?" Kenneth sighed. "Now, let's try the question again." Kenneth began his pacing once more, commanding James, probing questions, testing his son to his limits.
It was this type of 'tutoring' that dominated James' life in his early teens, and it was something he would never forget.
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