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theroyalhouseofwindenburg · 2 months

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King Edward

In the months that followed King Wilhelm's demise, Windenburg seemed to be on a brighter path. One morning, King Edward called for an audience at The Tower of Windenburg, and the crowds gathered eagerly, their eyes filled with anticipation. At only 12 years old, King Edward wasn't even tall enough to reach the podium, so he stood on books to make himself appear taller. He was flanked by his mother, Dowager Queen Cordelia, who stood with a sense of quiet pride.

As the young king prepared to speak, there was a hush that fell over the crowd. Edward's voice, though young, carried a weight of authority and determination. "In a time of crisis, we must show compassion and resolve. Thus, I announced the conversion of The Tower of Windenburg and The Palace of Westsimster into infirmaries for those afflicted by the plague. Furthermore, I pledged to hire 1500 new plague doctors to aid in this dire hour. My vow is to protect my people, not to condemn them. Through employing more doctors and fostering care, we witness the slow return of hope as our afflicted brethren begin to mend." Edward stated. He employed more doctors, and slowly, people started to get better. The plague had seemingly run its course, though many people had died, it seemed that no one new was getting infected.

By summer, traces of the virus had vanished, and many of the traveling plague doctors went on their way. The streets of Windenburg were bustling with life once more, and the people rejoiced in the newfound sense of hope and optimism. King Edward's swift and decisive actions had not only saved countless lives but had also restored faith in the monarchy. The young king's compassion and determination had proven that age was no barrier to leadership, and his reign was marked by a sense of unity and progress.

On the fifth day of summer, 1350, crowds gathered around Westsimster Abbey for the coronation of King Edward. The Abbey was heavily guarded, and only nobles and a handful of lucky citizens were allowed to attend the ceremony. Edward, dressed in his finest clothes and wearing his custom-knit coronation robe that was 9 feet in length, walked beside his mother, Cordelia, toward the coronation chair. The robe trailed behind him as he moved, a symbol of the weight of the crown he was about to bear.

As they approached the coronation chair, Cordelia helped her son remove the robe, her hands trembling slightly with the weight of the moment. She looked at Edward, her heart filled with a mixture of pride and fear. Pride for the son who was about to become king, and fear for the challenges that lay ahead. "He is but a mere child," she thought to herself, her mind racing with worry.

"As my son ascends the throne, I can't help but fear the weight of the crown upon his young shoulders," Cordelia whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd. "Will he be strong enough to withstand the challenges that lie ahead?" Her mind was clouded with uncertainty, and she couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding that lingered in the air. Edward sat in the coronation chair, a place where many of his ancestors had also sat before him, and waited for the crowning to begin. The High Priest of the Jacoban Church, Paul Leudemond, would be conducting the ceremony, despite his biases. Facing the crowd, Paul began his speech.

"Your Majesty, esteemed nobles, and beloved citizens of Windenburg, today marks a significant moment in our history. We gather to witness the coronation of King Edward, a young ruler who, despite his tender age, has shown remarkable wisdom and courage. As the high priest of the Jacoban church, it is my honor to preside over this sacred ceremony and to bestow upon our young king the blessings of our faith. Let us begin."

"I am here to affirm that Edward is not merely ascending to the throne by birthright, but by divine will. The Jacoban faith has long held that kings are chosen by the grace of the Almighty, and in Edward, we see a beacon of hope for our kingdom."

After saying a prayer to St. Jacob and anointing the new king, Paul placed the crown upon Edward's head, and everyone in the building bowed before their new king. Following that, Edward stood up to the side, and Cordelia was guided to the chair. Paul placed the Imperial Orb of Windenburg in Cordelia's hand and stated , "Your Majesty, it is my duty to present you with the imperial orb of Windenburg, a symbol of your regency. However, I must also remind you that this orb is not yours to keep. It is a temporary token of authority, entrusted to you until King Edward comes of age."

"I trust you are aware of the weight of this responsibility. You are not the rightful ruler of Windenburg, and your reign is but a temporary measure. I urge you to remember that, as you hold this orb, you are merely a steward of the throne, not its true sovereign. It is my fervent hope that you will fulfill your promise to relinquish the throne to King Edward on his 18th birthday. Your Majesty, I implore you to set aside any personal ambitions and act in the best interests of our kingdom."

Cordelia held the orb out in her hand and stated, "I vow to uphold the regency of Windenburg with unwavering dedication, ensuring the prosperity and well-being of our kingdom. I pledge to guide and nurture King Edward, preparing him for the responsibilities of the throne. On his 18th birthday, I will gracefully relinquish the regency, allowing him to ascend as the rightful king of Windenburg. Until that day, I will serve as a steadfast protector of our realm, honoring the trust placed in me by our people."

After that, Cordelia stood up, and both of them headed towards the crowd, stopping on the ledge to wave as many monarchs have traditionally. Behind them stood Paul, a look of resentment on his face. He would do anything within his power to remove Cordelia from her position. The crowds roared as Edward and Cordelia exited the Abbey, parties in the streets broke out, the people were overjoyed by their new King, despite his age.

Back at The Parish of St. Jacob, the Jacoban clergy met again in secrecy to discuss their plans of ambush. Paul, with a solemn expression, addressed the gathered clergy. "My brethren, the ascension of King Edward, a mere boy, and the regency of Queen Cordelia, a woman of Bagley blood, are affronts to our faith and to the very fabric of our society. It is an insult to the Jacoban church and to the traditions that have guided our kingdom for centuries."

Paul then turned his gaze to a guest he had called to the meeting, Lord Richard of Windenburg, the current King's first cousin once removed. "Your Grace," Paul addressed him, "The regency of Cordelia is a blight upon our kingdom, a threat to the very fabric of our society. We cannot allow her to continue to wield power unchecked. We must take decisive action to protect the sanctity of our kingdom and to ensure that King Edward is guided by the true principles of our faith."

Richard, with a furrowed brow, listened intently. He knew that the Jacoban clergy were prepared to go to great lengths to achieve their goals, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to protect the kingdom. "Your Holiness," he replied, "I understand the urgency of the situation. Cordelia's regency poses a significant threat to the stability of our kingdom, and we cannot afford to let her continue to wield power unchecked. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the kingdom and to ensure that King Edward is guided by the true principles of our faith."

"As for Cordelia," Richard continued, "I propose a swift and covert operation. We'll stage the ambush when she's least expecting it, perhaps during a royal procession or a visit to a remote estate. The goal is to take her into custody without causing a scene, ensuring she's held in a secure location away from the influence of the crown. As for her fate, I advocate for keeping her alive but in captivity. Killing her would only escalate the situation and lead to further unrest. By keeping her isolated, we can neutralize her influence while avoiding unnecessary bloodshed."

Paul and Richard rose from their seats, their hands meeting in a firm handshake, a silent agreement passing between them. Their eyes held a steely determination, knowing that the ambush they planned would soon be set into motion. With a shared nod, they reaffirmed their commitment to the cause, understanding the weight of their decision and the consequences that lay ahead.

In Tartosa, the aging Dowager Queen Margaery of Windenburg sat in her chambers at Thebe Castle, a sense of nostalgia and longing filling the air. She sifted through the letters and correspondence that had arrived from overseas, her heart heavy with the weight of the past. The news from Lady Dorothea, a trusted confidante, struck her like a bolt of lightning. King Wilhelm V, her son, had passed away. Margaery's hands trembled as she read the words, her mind racing with memories of her son's troubled reign.

As she absorbed the news, a mixture of emotions washed over her. Grief for her son's passing mingled with a profound sense of relief. For years, she had borne the burden of his actions, the weight of his tyranny. Now, with his demise, she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders, a newfound freedom she hadn't experienced in decades.

Margaery's thoughts turned to her daughter, Empress Mary, who was unaware of the news. She called for Mary to join her, the urgency in her voice evident. As Mary entered the room, Margaery's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve.

"My dearest Mary," Margaery began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I have received news that will change our lives forever. King Wilhelm, your brother, has passed away. While I am stricken with grief for his loss, I also feel a sense of relief. For so long, I have carried the weight of his actions, the burden of his reign. Now, with his passing, I am free from the shackles of his tyranny."

Mary listened in stunned silence, her mind reeling from the news. She had not seen her brother in years, nor had she witnessed the turmoil of his rule. Her memories of him were from their childhood, a time when they were close and carefree.

Margaery continued, her voice filled with determination. "This moment marks a new beginning for me. For thirty long years, I have been estranged from our family in Windenburg. It is time for me to return home, to mend the rifts that have divided us, and to reconnect with our loved ones. Would you accompany me, my dear Mary? Let us reclaim our rightful place in the embrace of our family."

Mary's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as she looked at her mother. She knew that this journey would not be easy, but she also knew that it was necessary. With a nod, she replied, "Yes, Mother. I will accompany you. Let us begin this journey together, to heal the wounds of the past and forge a new future for our family."

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simsstuph · 4 months

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It Seemed as if he grew an entire foot over the summer, I wondered what his grandma had been feeding him. I was always closer to his twin brother, but he was no where in site at this moment and I was kind of hoping he would be.

Danny raises an eyebrow: How ya been, ankle biter?

I rolled my eyes and shoved him off me with my elbow, he let out a small chuckle as he hunched over and ran his fingers through his hair pushing it back as he stood back up straight.

Danny: Gee Whiz, that ain't a very nice home coming welcome.

He stepped closer and measured with his hand from his forehead over my head mockingly: I think you shrunk some dolly.

My brow hardened into a straight line: Quit it Danny. For goodness sake, I swear your brother got all the manners .. his AND yours in the womb.. Cause you have none.

Daddy: June, time for breakfast. Your mama worked hard to cook them eggs. Come and get them darling.

Danny looked at daddy and cleared his throat: Hi Mister Cavello, nice day ain’t it?

Daddy nodded his head in Danny's direction, never uncrossing his arms or taking the folded newspaper from under his upper arm. Danny smirked and looked back at me.

Danny: See ya around kid.

I hurried up the front stoop and into the house as daddy said.

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moonwoodhollow · 4 months

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Venessa's Life - Before | Next

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greenplumbboblover · 5 months

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Life is Sunniest in Sunset Valley - Chapter 7

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oddly-sims · 1 year

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If u know, u know 🥹

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sockssimsstuff · 2 months

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Gotta update the Simstagram first, though! The fans are waiting for Millie's next picture.

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shineyourlights4 · 2 years

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I won’t listen to no one There’s no one else like you, none Maybe you could be the one You can ask anyone I’m not looking for just fun Maybe I could be the one

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theroyalhouseofwindenburg · 4 months

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In the spring of 1348, Windenburg was crumbling under the weight of the Black Death. Countless lives succumbed to the relentless plague, streets transformed into macabre scenes of despair. The pervasive stench of burning flesh lingered. The once-thriving city now echoed with the cries of mourning, as the relentless specter of death cast a sinister shadow over every corner. The realm itself seemed to be ensnared in an earthly hell, gripped by an unforgiving fate that spared none.

The merciless plague showed no mercy, claiming victims indiscriminately, children included. Within a heartbeat, entire family legacies crumbled into oblivion. Hope and prayer, feeble defenses against an insidious foe, echoed through homes turned into sanctuaries of desperation. The haunting specter of annihilation lingered, leaving shattered lives in its wake, a testament to the fragility of existence in the relentless grip of the Black Death.

Within the walls of Windenburg Castle, now sealed and guarded, none were granted entry. King Wilhelm, in a rare act of mercy, permitted his aunt, Dorthea, and two cousins, David and Richard, to seek refuge within. Accompanied by David's wife, Corrine, and their two children, Albert and Claudine, they entered the castle grounds before the doors were sealed, shutting out the menacing cries that lurked beyond. The castle became their sanctuary, safeguarded against the relentless onslaught of the Black Death that ravaged the world outside.

Amidst the shadows of the castle, King Wilhelm, David, and Richard gathered around the round table, their countenances marked by deep concern. Expressing gratitude, Richard acknowledged Wilhelm's generosity in providing refuge and began to recount the dire situation outside the castle walls. He detailed the profound suffering endured by David, whose household had succumbed to the relentless plague, compelling them to seek sanctuary within the castle's protective walls.

Family holds an immense significance for David. In 1345, he married Corrine, the youngest daughter of the late King Thomas and the now Dowager Queen Priscilla of Bagley. Corrine is also the younger sister of Queen Cordelia. Their union, marked by profound love, resulted in a strong familial bond with their children. Additionally, David's mother, Lady Dorethea, the widow of the late Prince Arthur of Windenburg and godmother to King Wilhelm, remains a cherished and vital part of their family structure.

On a fateful morning the following summer, King Wilhelm lay in the opulent confines of his bedchambers with Anne Matthews, his beloved mistress, as was his nightly routine. Unbeknownst to him, the looming horror of the black death was about to unravel. As Wilhelm awoke, the dim light filtering through heavy drapes revealed a ghastly sight, the telltale markings of the plague adorned Anne's body. Shock and terror gripped him instantly, and with a frantic urgency, he leaped from his bed, jolting Anne awake in abrupt dismay.

Wilhelm, stricken with terror, recoiled at the ghastly sight before him. Unable to bear looking directly at Anne, he pointed with dread to the markings of the plague that marred her once-vibrant skin. His voice trembled with fear as he uttered, "You're covered in the markings of the plague!" The shocking realization hit him like a relentless wave, and the gravity of the situation sank in. Fearful for his own health, knowing he had shared a bed with her, Wilhelm urgently called for his guards. In the midst of his panicked plea, Anne, overcome with terror, implored him to be reasonable, her pleas echoing in the dimly lit chamber.

With a sense of urgency, the guards burst into Wilhelm's chambers, swords drawn, catching Anne off guard. She stood momentarily frozen, the cold glint of steel sending shivers down her spine, before collapsing to her knees in a desperate plea. "Please, Wilhelm, spare me. I am so very frightened," she implored, her voice quivering with terror. Wilhelm, torn between mercy and the harsh reality of the plague, couldn't bring himself to order her immediate execution.

Instead, he directed his guards to escort her down to the dungeons of the castle. Within those dark, damp confines, nobles and staff alike languished, a haunting testament to the unyielding grip of the deadly contagion. The decision weighed heavily on Wilhelm, his actions a desperate attempt to contain the spread within the castle. Witnessing Anne's fate, Wilhelm confronted the harsh reality of the plague's rapid grasp. Fearing for his own life, he swiftly left to be bathed, his clothes and bedding consigned to the flames, a desperate attempt to purge any potential contamination.

With his mistress gone, Wilhelm, confronted with the stark reality of the abstinence he would face in the wake of this disease, summoned Cordelia to his chambers. He felt that Cordelia's presence could provide solace amid the pandemics chaos. As she reluctantly joined her estranged husband, the atmosphere grew thick with sorrow and uncertainty.

As the chilling winds of the plague swept through the land, Cordelia, existing in the shadow of profound despair that enveloped the realm, discovered the presence of new life within her. In the midst of death's unrelenting dance, the prospect of impending motherhood emerged as a luminous beacon of hope, casting its feeble light against the oppressive darkness.

As the winter of 1348 approached, the grip of the plague tightened its hold. Corrine awoke in her chambers to a harrowing sight. Her beloved husband, David, cloaked in the ominous markings of the deadly affliction. A primal scream escaped her lips, shattering the cold silence of the castle. The chilling wail reverberated through the stone walls, rousing the family from their uneasy slumber. Lady Dorthea crumpled to the floor in anguish at the sight of her son. Emotions ran high, unsettling the young children, as David sat, helpless and defeated, huddled in his bed, grappling with the cruel hand fate had dealt him.

Soon after Corrine's anguished screams pierced the air, the castle guards, accompanied by King Wilhelm, arrived at the chamber doors. With an air of trepidation, they entered the room, the heavy doors swinging open to reveal the somber scene within. The family, gripped by fear and uncertainty, stared at the intruders, their collective breaths held in suspense, awaiting the unfolding of the inevitable.

Dorthea, overcome with desperation, rushed toward King Wilhelm, her eyes pleading for mercy. The vigilant guard, wielding his sword as a stern barrier, halted her advance. She sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face, as she implored, "Please, Wilhelm, as your godmother, I beseech you. Spare my son. Remember the bond you shared with Arthur; David carries a piece of him." Wilhelm, confronted by Dorthea's tearful plea, met her gaze with an unusual expression of sorrow.

He extended a solemn promise, assuring her that David would not face execution. Instead, he would be confined to isolation, receiving care from the castle's physicians. Overwhelmed with grief, Dorthea approached Richard with tear-filled eyes, her voice silenced by the weight of despair. The knights gathered around David, whose family was enveloped in sorrow. Sobbing echoed through the chamber as the guards escorted him away, his two-year-old son, Albert, calling out for his papa in bewildered innocence, unaware of the grim reality unfolding before him.

With somber determination, the knights guided David through the echoing corridors of the castle, each step carrying the weight of impending doom. As they descended into the depths, the cold dungeons of Windenburg Castle greeted them. The air was thick with the stench of despair, and David was thrown into a bleak cell, surrounded by others afflicted by the cruel grasp of the plague. The door slammed shut, sealing him in darkness. David stood amidst the chilling silence, fear etched across his face as he confronted the grim reality of his uncertain fate, staring directly into the eyes of death itself.

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simsstuph · 3 months

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Mama was having her morning coffee out on the front stoop with Norma (Jack and Danny's mom) like they did most mornings when it was warm enough just after she saw Daddy off to work and me off to school. Every morning was nearly the same. The milk man making his deliveries door to door. Waves from passer byers driving to wherever they were headed and the busy distant sounds of the city streets. Norma headed inside so she could start her day cleaning and gardening. Mama was about to head inside when a beautiful, shiny red car pulled up and parked.

A beautiful woman in a red tight fit dress with hair just as read got out, released a puff of smoke from her mouth and began to walk up the sidewalk. Mama ran down the stairs as fast as her little feet let her to greet the woman.

LouAnn: Hello there, I'm LouAnn.

The woman was a bit stand-offish. Even with mama's gracious smile.

??: I'm Cherie, do you live in one of these buildings?

LouAnn smiled and pointed at our house: Why yes, just over there. Are you moving into number 8?

Cherie sighed: Yes, it's much more run down looking than my agent described.

Mama could smell her perfume even standing a good distance from her, she was even more beautiful up close.

LouAnn: With a little tender love and care it truly is a beautiful unit. Mr. Lee lived there since the building was built, he passed away last year. Other than his children coming to collect his belongings, it's been sitting. I'm so happy someone is finally going to make it a home again.

Cherie scrunched her face up: Ugh, a dead man's house, great. Hopefully he doesn't still lurk in the hallways. [she let out a small giggle].

LouAnn cleared her throat lightly, she could tell by Cherie's accent she was not from New York: Well, from my recollection he was a very kind man. Do you have any children?

Cherie: Heavens no. I've never been married, my fiance ran off with another actress, but that's a tale for another day babe.

Mama could tell Cherie was a scorned woman who had been hurt, she didn't pry. Mama knew in time things would come about in due time.

LouAnn smiled: Well, I don't want to keep you, moving is a lot of work. If you need anything I'm just over there at unit 1. I'd love to have you over for dinner sometime, I know moving can have a kitchen out of sorts.

Cherie finally smiled: I would love a home cooked meal tonight, I haven't had one of those in years.

LouAnn was a bit taken back by her forwardness, but painted a smile on her face anyway. She let Cherie know dinner would be served that evening at precisely 6PM before hurrying back home to clean and prepare supper since they would be having a guest, she was a bit concerned about how daddy would feel about it, but she didn't have time to gloat over it.

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