700 special !! three sneak peaks !!
(talking scene + more information)
“There you are, $name. I’ve signed you study with Mrs. July. Since your mother would teach you stuff but I doubt she did much.” She says, taking a bite out of her eggs.
You tilt your head. Studying with Mrs. July? You aren’t sure who that is.
“Mrs. July is the librarian, the old woman in the middle.” She adds, as if reading your thoughts.
The door opens, you see a woman that has purple hair with a man next to her, he was gray hair. Brutus looks up and claps.
“Welcome sister and Ulric…” He says the name with disdain. The gray-haired man pays him no attention.
“Nephew Ceres.” Brutus speaks, Lady Betsy waves at the boy but everyone else continues to eat; you notice that Esme makes a disgusting face when he heard the name Ceres.
Ceres smiles but his smile falters once he notices how many people are in the room.
“Hello uncle..”
The woman sits down with the man, and her son next to her.
Jasmine’s sister rises and leaves. Her youngest daughter looks scared, clinging to her seat—while her son sits calmly, unaffected. He just looks at his sister and you notice a faint slap to her head.
You look around, it’s quiet. You wonder if you should try to talk with someone…
It might be awkward but yeah, it’s going to be awkward.
Around the room, you see Lady Betsy, Esme, Ceres with his parents, a few of Brutus’ other wives and their children—and Gold, just slipping in with the other servants.
You seem to have time to speak to one person; the bell is about to ring and you might get yelled at for ruining their time to eat…
You look around see how many people are in the room, it makes you slightly nervous.
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(talk to betsy)
(talk to Esme)
(talk to ceres')
(talk to ceres' mom)
(talk to ceres' dad)
(talk to gold)
(talk to another bride)
(talk to none)
[ 2nd SNEAK PEAK ]
(history learning)
"Great job." She says. She grabs your paper and looks over it. Her head nodding as she reads it once more.
"I'm quite surprised since your mother taught you but you did great, you should be proud." She says. (if) You do feel proud! You did it, you also managed to make Mrs July proud!
You smile, it reaches your eyes--it feels like it. (if) You blink. You should feel proud. Mrs. July certainly is… but no one except Jasmine ever seemed to care before.
You smile slightly but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. (if) You look at her. She's proud of you, you wonder if mother would've been proud as Mrs July. Your eyes trail down but you glance back up at her.
Your lips lift in a smile, but something in your chest feels tight. It doesn’t reach your eyes. (/if) “This next lesson will be about history,” she says.
History?
The air feels like it’s getting warmer. You finally realize after you feel sweat on your forehead.
For some reason you feel heat rising in the room, slow and suffocating.
[ 3rd SNEAK PEAK ]
(gift hiding)
Mother.
Mother.
Why is she always in your head?
//Bellamy.//
Bellamy.
Are mother and Bellamy different people? Is Bellamy more nicer than mother? Does mother show Bellamy to other people but not you.
Is there a difference between mother and Bellamy. (if) “Are you going to move? Hurry the fuck up, kid. I need to go.”
You blink at his harsh words. Why does he seem so mean right now? He seemed calm before. Your body shudders due to fear.
“Get your ass in before I fucking hurt you.” You feel his hand shove your back, and you let out a small yelp. Your feet scramble beneath you, nearly tangling together as you hurry inside.
The door slams loudly behind you. You see your bag on the floor, you smile a bit. (if) “We’re here, you must get in, Heir $name.” You blink once you hear her talking to you. You’re at the door. Your door. Your bedroom.
“Oh… Sorry,” you whisper. You didn't even notice. Poor you.
She nods, watching as you step inside.
“I’ll leave your bag on the floor. I have to get going now,” she says, shutting the door behind her.
She says, shutting the door behind her. You can see your bag on the floor. (if)
[ NO SPOILERS FOR THIS ONE]
(/if) You’re itching to grab the bag and wear what you had chosen—$eball—but you know better than to give in so easily.
You stare at it for a moment longer. The urge bubbles up, strong and warm, but you have to resist.
You wonder if you should keep it there or move it. Your mouth dries, you want to wear it but you can't.. Not yet.
Would someone steal it?