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So, I’m finally done with this part of the neighborhood… kinda😅Only the exteriors are finished for now. Next up: the interiors — at least for the shops. So… another 3 months? xD I don’t really feel like decorating lately, I’m more in a building mood. We’ll see if something inspires me again!
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Princess Odette's Vacation, Glencraig Castle, Summer of 1855
The birth of Princess Elisabetta in May 1855 proved to be long and difficult, with Odette's labor lasting roughly twelve hours. The birth was assisted with chloroform, luckily, a drug that Queen Mary supported her daughters using to ease the pains of labor. Odette wished to recuperate in Windenburg; however, her doctors advised her to remain in Tartosa for at least a month before traveling. Following Elisabetta's baptism, Odette hastily traveled to Windenburg, accompanied by all her children except Deo, who had begun his military training in Aosta. The royal entourage included the family's Windenburgian governess, Anne Louisa Smith, Odette's closest confidante and maid of honor, Teresa Colonna, Princess of Castiglione, and her secretary, Sir Joseph Campbell. The royal party arrived at Glencraig on the Tartosan royal yacht, Antonia, on July 1st, to spend the summer holiday with Queen Mary II.
"Glencraig: a lovely medieval castle, the ancestral home of Windenburgian Royalty, and where I spent most of my childhood. The large palace had enormous walls and massive gardens planted in the former moats of the fortress. The western side of the castle has beautiful views of the sea and a little village, which we used to visit with our grandmother, the dear Dowager Countess. Looking eastward, one can admire the beautiful gardens, forests, and picturesque towns of Langley and Colinbrook, filled with little tudor houses and stone cottages. Glencraig had become my mother's sanctuary in the years following my dear Papa's death. Far away from the cities of San Myshuno and Windenburg, my mother could finally find peace in the countryside, in the place where her children were raised.
A quiet family life here, the children adored by all their family, especially Annie, who is the favorite. Annie feels quite at home in the castle, running through the halls with her siblings and cousins, especially dear Helene, whom she adores. I left the children for a week at Glencraig while I visited my paternal relations and my maternal grandmother, the Dowager Duchess of Rochester, in San Myshuno. By the time I returned, Annie had known every corner of the castle, every stone, she was friends with every servant, and knew everyone in the village. My younger brother, Eddy, who had finished his naval training, stayed at Glencraig with the children. He read to the children every evening, reading many amusing tales. Little Bertie was obsessed with his uncle, often climbing on his shoulders and ordering him to give a piggy-back ride through the castle halls. Brother Charles mostly kept to himself, but was only brought out of his rooms to see little Bertie, who would wait outside his door every morning like a little puppy.
A large corridor circles the inner courtyard of the palace, containing hundreds of years-old treasures, tapestries, paintings, and old furniture. Here, Manny rides his bicycle recklessly through the halls. He never seems to reach the point of exhaustion. Ophelia's daughter, Irene, loves to chase Manny on his bicycle, with the dogs running behind them. Mama's little terrier, Sparky, has the tiniest body, yet the loudest bark. It terrifies baby Betta, who awakens whenever he barks. Betta wasn't the only baby in the castle that summer; my sisters, Anne and Charlotte, had given birth the same year. My beloved Anne had struggled with pregnancy and finally gave birth to a baby boy, Philippe, my godson. Philippe had beautiful blue eyes, just like Betta; he had that typical tiny León nose that all the men of the Magnolian family have. Meanwhile, Charlotte had her one-year-old, Theodora. Theodora was a handsome baby; she had golden curls and blue eyes, resembling Charlotte in her childhood. Cece, Charlotte's eldest, had been a terrible baby, crying whenever Mama held her, but Theo never cried; she was perfect. May, Matilda, and my Fran loved our babes, spending hours in the nursery playing with them. Fran loved her younger aunts, almost like they were her own sisters. Fran and Annie accompanied one another everywhere, but that summer, Fran spent all her time with May and Matilda, greatly saddening Annie.
Mama's rooms were filled with treasures, mementos, and tokens from my childhood. Cameos, portraits, and photographs of family members, especially of her paternal family, the Wittenburgs. She had a large Gainsborough painting of my great-grandmother, Queen Odette, hanging from the fireplace, along with cameos of all her aunts, Elliana, Elizabeth, and Amelia. A portrait of my grandmother, the formidable Dowager Duchess of Rochester, stared down visitors as soon as they entered her chambers. The walls were still draped in black damask, almost eight years after my dear papa's death. Mama had Papa's old desk moved into her room, where she wrote extensively in her journal every day. Papa's bedchamber, which he seldom used, where he passed away, was like a time capsule. The bedsheets and firewood were changed every day, almost like he was still alive, but alas, no one was allowed to use the room.
Mama inspected the children every morning at breakfast, which was often crowded. She insisted that we all eat together, although it was becoming difficult when there were twenty-five of us. Each one of her grandchildren had to inform the Queen what they had learned from their studies, which terrified them. Anxious Manny would stumble over his words, which made Mama chuckle. She was greatly amused by Annie, who was by far one of her favorites. Annie would always make witty comments, which made the entire table laugh profusely. In the evenings, Mama would go on a carriage ride throughout the estate, often in the company of her grandchildren, sisters-in-law, or one of her ladies-in-waiting. I accompanied Mama once with Aunt Georgiana, who had recently lost her husband. Mama and Aunt Georgiana clung to one another during widowhood, becoming the best of friends and lifelong companions. Aunt Georgie, as I called her, had beautiful dark hair, tan skin, and delicate features, much like Papa, but was draped in a black shawl and veil, which hid her beautiful face. She was one of the most fashionable women of the court, always wearing bright, beautiful dresses made from the finest fabrics, but now, in widowhood, was confined to wearing black for the rest of her life, like Mama. Aunt Georgie and Mama had a long conversation with me about married life, exchanging stories and reminiscing on shared memories from decades ago. Aunt Georgie had asked me about my marriage, whereupon my mother grasped her hand and glanced at her with caution. I had forgotten about my troubles until that very moment, not even thinking about my husband in weeks. We sat in awkward silence for ten minutes before we arrived back at Glencraig. " - Chapters of My Life: The Lost Journal of Queen Odette of Tartosa (1955)
Forever 30 - Modern Kitchen for Couple Redacted to avoid spoilers ;-)
Just so the photos aren’t lost forever, here’s the kitchen I was decorating for a certain couple before I lost the lot. I’m in the process of redecorating as the game allows and the new version looks very similar but with different food clutter and different barstools.
Usually, I like much more color in kitchens, but putting myself in the characters’ heads, I decorated for their style as a modern couple who likes black and white furniture.
Thanks for your patience with the project as I try my best to get the game functional.
Official Photographs of The Ionian Royal Family for the Christening of Princess Thérèse Alexandrina Katalina Amalia,
While the provenance of the new princess' first name is unconfirmed, one may make an inference to the aspirational legacy of it previous holders. The late Crown Princess Thérèse of Armorica among the most recent, the unfortunate Duchess of Angoulême, and most auspiciously the royal couple's Habsburg ancestress, the Empress Maria Theresa.
The most obvious connection which may be drawn from Her Royal Highness' many middle names is to the Union's close ally in Pierreland, the Empress Katalina. With the others having been sourced in the couple's more obvious distant relations, Princess Alexandrina of Ériu and the Britanic Isles, and the more than common Amalia in The Rodchester's dynastic naming conventions.
Royals chosen to guide The Princess in her faith-life all came to the event with familial strings attached. The Crown Prince of Scots, who read from the Holy Book at Queen Viviana II & Philippe's wedding in 2024, was chosen alongside his wife, The King's first cousin Hortense, to serve as godparents. The Pierrelander Prince Henri's friendship with Her Illustrious Majesty has been of public note since the two were spotted out in downtown Celle in early 2023. The King's maternal Uncle, Jean Charles, stood alongside The Queen's distant relation, Elinor, the Countess Verr - a descendant of the Ionian Princess Imogene. The Queen's Hofdame, or Lady-in-Waiting, Princess Claire also stood as godmother to the little princess.
I mentioned & featured a whole lot of people who deserve their flowers for making my characters world feel more whole: @armoricaroyalty @officalroyalsofpierreland @trhor @empiredesimparte
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This was planned to go up a really long time ago, but I got insecure about the way it all turned out... but that's no way to live!
also yes. the big lights are supposed to be in frame. It was a stylistic choice that I was making prior to me being silly with my reshade & then updating it for something that I'm now working on. I may bring it back in full force, who knows.
Prince Alex and Kamryn McClelland out and about with their new baby daughter, April 2022
Constitutionally speaking, royal marriages and births are the sugar that coat the tough pill of hereditary monarchy. The universal charm of young love and the by-product of that love, a bouncing little baby, have kept populist monarchies afloat for the last half-century. While their Russian and German relatives were toppled, members of House Warwick clung to survival by making themselves increasingly accessible to the public and, better still, likable.
"If we are to be consumed," Queen Anne once remarked. "We should at least make ourselves appetizing."
It's a thesis James and Tatiana understood well. Both their sons, Nick and Alex, were trotted out, presented to a screaming, jostling crowd, while they were practically still covered with slime. It was the Georgian (dutiful) thing to do after all. Queen Alexandra had given birth to each of her nine children in the presence of her husband's governors-general and King George I himself, born on the drawing room floor.
Of course, there was always a touch of modernizing to be done, trade the palace for a modern-day hospital and the ailing politicians for the cameras of the world's press, but the general rule remained the same: grin through the stress and trauma of childbirth and show the world that you are one of them.
But things changed in two decades since James introduced his boys to the world. By the late 2010s, Alex of Danfoth, a distracted student by even the most charitable accounts, was fatherless. The royal youngster had no paternal guidance to steer him right, and he certainly didn't give a crap about the historical and sociological importance of royal networking. He detested the "onlookers" and especially loathed how his father obsessed over them, how their presence sopped up what would ultimately be the last months of James's life. No, sir, the royal spare went his own way, as they so often do.
A teenage pregnancy was predictable enough, but Alex and Kamryn's choice to keep the baby left the royal family and most of their subjects stunned. When Prince Alex became a father, there was no glamorous debut, no cheers of joy or frenzy of camera flashes or police blockades, only a press statement wrung from the palace a maddening seven days later.
"She will be known at this time as Miss Margaux-Grace," words that made it clear that the big boss, His Majesty The King, was not quite satisfied with a commoner for a great-granddaughter.
Agonizing weeks later, Alex and Kamryn made their first public appearance as a family. They wore street clothes, no hair and makeup for Kam, and wrestled a bright pink stroller down Woodbine's cobbled streets. They paused at a Starbucks before disappearing into a waiting Escalade. There were no pictures of the baby's face, but it was Kamryn's sweatpants that stole the show: & we're gonna get married. Cosmopolitan dubbed it the "pap walk to end all pap walks" in a sycophantic screed of an article entitled Wait, KMac's Sweatpants Said WHAT?
Ironically, Alex's quest to escape the role of a digestible royal resulted in him playing the part a little too well. James's little boy was now presenting the public with a new level of royal relatability; the messy reality of two young, inexperienced parents. Unfortunately, this act was hard to swallow.
Excerpt from Princes in the Tower: Nicholas and Alex - The Inside Story of Brothers in Crisis (2023) by Richard Macy
Cape Monkfish Junior High was a nursing school built in 1903 to formally educate the nursing nuns of St. Judith under new SimCity laws that required handwashing and basic hygiene, which shockingly decreased mortality rates. In 1933, the building was converted to a junior high school, due to the Great Gambling Addiction in 1931 that afflicted the nursing nuns on which patients would survive after a fateful piligrimage trip to a casino in Starlight Shores.
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Princess Matilda Mary with her youngest daughter, Alexandra, 1893-1894.
Warwick, June 29, 1893 | Alix has been a dream. She is so clever, so charming – astonishing traits to see in an infant! If only you could see her, she has such fat, appetizing cheeks.
July 12 | With Alix firmly in my charge, Mother-in-law makes a point to visit every day and with the weather so beautiful I can’t find an excuse to deny her. We go walking, the two of us, unspeaking but with Alix romping ahead and making enough noise on our behalf. Entre nous, I think these excursions are doing us both some good.
July 20 | I am doing very well. As for Georgie, who can say? He is gone five days a week, from six o’clock till well into the night. I bear it well, and all people say I am more sociable and amiable, and indeed, dear Alix is the sweetest little bijou and great company.
July 23 | I ought to mention yesterday evening. I can’t remember the last time so many people filled the old house; it was hot and airless even with all the windows open. Alix stood with her siblings and she looked a peach but could not stand still, kept rushing about. Seeing all my darlings together made me so wehmütig; to think they are all so big now! Still I long to hold them as if they were babies. Fat Alix is growing too fast, she already fits into Maude’s old frocks and measures 38 inches. Braker says she will be tall like Georgie and I.
Chester, March 3, 1894 | Alix says the most extraordinary things, I tell you, she is very forward though she grows less tractable each day. Her German is getting better, and her sewing, when she keeps the chatter down, is quite good! She's past nursery age but still so attached to me. She comes to me each morning and throws her fat arms round my neck, "Let me kiss you, Momma!" she says. Today it struck me that she looks so much like me, for her hair is such a vibrant red that there is no mistaking the likeness. Yet I see the beauty in Alix that I and so many others have missed in myself all these years, perhaps unfairly. I would not trade Alix’s companionship for the upbringing of her siblings if I could; this little pet gives me so much pleasure, she really is the sunshine in our house.
Rose Park (English Side Park) 💞💋💭🌲🌹🍃
With its manicured gardens, tranquil ponds, and winding paths, Rose Park is one of the most cherished spots on the Capulet side. Although today it's an ideal place for strolling and relaxing, some locals claim that more than one forbidden romance blossomed among its rose bushes.
The image perfectly conveys the Tudor elegance of the area: a refined and romantic park, very fitting for the noble families of Villa Verona. @spell-bloom
