I’m currently working on the AU of my story, The Valencian Royals, based on the fictional royal family of Valencia.
This story may contain mature content at times (nsfw, violence…) . I am not writing a story for young readers. I will put tws where I can, but in any case, dm me for questions.
I’m currently WCIF friendly :)
Overview
Family tree
Character Page (Original and AU )
wcifs
Directory
Episode Directory (chrono)
Volume 2 Episodes Chronologically (coming soon)
The Alternate Universe Valencian Royals Story Introduction
The Alternate Universe Valencian Royals Story from the beginning
Just found your page but I love your blog, your sim style is beautiful and the story has me locked in. You've gotten me out of my sim slump so thank you! Anyway have a good night 💖
I’m sorry anon I took waaayy to long but thank you so much for reading! This story was a passion project a lifetime ago and honestly I’m just happy to share my mindless scribbles
Funny story !!! Around sept. last year, my hard drive literally stopped working after two VERY LONG years so I think my brain just dissociated to numb the pain 🫠
but my most of my drafts are sitting and waiting to be posted friends 😭
There are doors everywhere—I'm always lost here. I couldn’t even find my own room.
I came to find you for dinner but…
*pause, looks her up and down* Is…this what you’re wearing?
Yes. Because I’d have dinner with the royal family looking like this.
What is it? What’s wrong?
*deep sigh* I can’t…decide…what to wear.
*snorts* What?
I don’t know what to wear. My family usually hosts royal families, not the other way around. And there’s always a way of doing things in places like these. I just…I want to get this right.
*soft chuckle* Are you nervous?
*pause* And if I was?
I’d tell you there no need to be.
[silence]
Cocktail is fine.
*clears throat* Thank you.
But if you ask me, you’re better off wearing that.
I’m not asking.
…
[Josephine] Erm...what are you doing?
I can’t very well leave without you. What kind of host would I be to start dinner without my guest?
There are doors everywhere—I'm always lost here. I couldn’t even find my own room.
I came to find you for dinner but…
*pause, looks her up and down* Is…this what you’re wearing?
Yes. Because I’d have dinner with the royal family looking like this.
What is it? What’s wrong?
*deep sigh* I can’t…decide…what to wear.
*snorts* What?
I don’t know what to wear. My family usually hosts royal families, not the other way around. And there’s always a way of doing things in places like these. I just…I want to get this right.
*soft chuckle* Are you nervous?
*pause* And if I was?
I’d tell you there no need to be.
[silence]
Cocktail is fine.
*clears throat* Thank you.
But if you ask me, you’re better off wearing that.
I’m not asking.
…
[Josephine] Erm...what are you doing?
I can’t very well leave without you. What kind of host would I be to start dinner without my guest?
Ah. And apparently, with a guest. Isn’t she a friend of yours?
Yes.
/Makes you wonder why she’s his guest and not yours. Maybe she’s another mistress.
Don’t be crude.
/It’s not like he hasn’t done it before.
*sigh* Philip is content.
Philip is content…in his loveless marriage?
[silence]
/And Josephine would never. I know her.
But I don’t. Which makes their mutual attraction all the more obvious.
She’s engaged.
Who would’ve guessed?
/You’re wrong about them, Adrien.
I could be wrong, but there’s definitely something you don’t know. Why would he invite her for the summer?
/They’re only friends.
[Adrien] *snorts* Right. I once brought a friend to Dunningham. I now share my surname and two children with her.
[SILENCE]
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/[Philip] Oh, about my grandmother.
[Josephine] What about her?
Not very…warm. She’ll be the hardest to win over.
/Should I curtsy?
Yes. Don’t expect more than a nod in response. Take it as a compliment.
/And my father loves to argue, for no reason at all. I’m sure you’ll get along well.
I never argue. When do I argue?
Is this you—“not arguing?”
/Anything else?
Obviously, my sister, you know very well, never shuts up…My brother, an absolute pain in the ass—
/[Clark] Your Majesty. Your Royal Highnesses. Mademoiselle. Welcome to Dunningham Castle.
[Beatrice] We were beginning to wonder if you’d show up at all.
[Philip] Granny, Isla, I’d love for you to meet Mademoiselle Josephine Beaufort.
[Isla] A woman who needs no introduction.
[Josephine] Especially since Valencian tabloids have done it so colourfully for me. *Isla snorts*
[Josephine] Enchantée, Ma’am.
[Beatrice] Mmh. Lovely to meet you dear.
/[Josephine] We’ve met, actually.
[Beatrice, overlap] Have we?
[Philip, overlap] You have?
[Josephine] At…the wedding.
/[Beatrice] What wedding? *turns to Philip* She’s married?
[Josephine] *soft chuckle* No, the Princess Royal’s wedding.
[blank stare from Beatrice]
[Isla] To Matthew, Granny?
[Beatrice] Oh. Don’t remind me. *turns to Josephine* It’s lovely to meet you all the same.
[Beatrice] Come with me, dear. Let me give you a tour. Dunningham is so vast. [Josephine] *chuckles* Alright. [Beatrice] Hopefully you’ve brought outdoor shoes, Philip’s father is big on sport… (fade out) [Josephine] Yes, he mentioned that…
Ah. And apparently, with a guest. Isn’t she a friend of yours?
Yes.
/Makes you wonder why she’s his guest and not yours. Maybe she’s another mistress.
Don’t be crude.
/It’s not like he hasn’t done it before.
*sigh* Philip is content.
Philip is content…in his loveless marriage?
[silence]
/And Josephine would never. I know her.
But I don’t. Which makes their mutual attraction all the more obvious.
She’s engaged.
Who would’ve guessed?
/You’re wrong about them, Adrien.
I could be wrong, but there’s definitely something you don’t know. Why would he invite her for the summer?
/They’re only friends.
[Adrien] *snorts* Right. I once brought a friend to Dunningham. I now share my surname and two children with her.
[SILENCE]
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/[Philip] Oh, about my grandmother.
[Josephine] What about her?
Not very…warm. She’ll be the hardest to win over.
/Should I curtsy?
Yes. Don’t expect more than a nod in response. Take it as a compliment.
/And my father loves to argue, for no reason at all. I’m sure you’ll get along well.
I never argue. When do I argue?
Is this you—“not arguing?”
/Anything else?
Obviously, my sister, you know very well, never shuts up…My brother, an absolute pain in the ass—
/[Clark] Your Majesty. Your Royal Highnesses. Mademoiselle. Welcome to Dunningham Castle.
[Beatrice] We were beginning to wonder if you’d show up at all.
[Philip] Granny, Isla, I’d love for you to meet Mademoiselle Josephine Beaufort.
[Isla] A woman who needs no introduction.
[Josephine] Especially since Valencian tabloids have done it so colourfully for me. *Isla snorts*
[Josephine] Enchantée, Ma’am.
[Beatrice] Mmh. Lovely to meet you dear.
/[Josephine] We’ve met, actually.
[Beatrice, overlap] Have we?
[Philip, overlap] You have?
[Josephine] At…the wedding.
/[Beatrice] What wedding? *turns to Philip* She’s married?
[Josephine] *soft chuckle* No, the Princess Royal’s wedding.
[blank stare from Beatrice]
[Isla] To Matthew, Granny?
[Beatrice] Oh. Don’t remind me. *turns to Josephine* It’s lovely to meet you all the same.
[Beatrice] Come with me, dear. Let me give you a tour. Dunningham is so vast. [Josephine] *chuckles* Alright. [Beatrice] Hopefully you’ve brought outdoor shoes, Philip’s father is big on sport… (fade out) [Josephine] Yes, he mentioned that…
Académie Rochambeau - North of Franceism - 16 years ago
[Josephine] Who’s that?
[Friend] Who?
[Josephine] Her, over there. The one everyone is scared to talk to.
[Adelaide] Oh, Adelaide. Her Royal Highness. *chuckles* The Princess Royal of Valencia.
[Josephine] That’s the Princess?!
[Adelaide] Yup.
[Josephine] Do you know her?
[Adelaide] Not really…she came to the academy about a week ago.
[Josephine] Why isn’t anyone talking to her?
[Adelaide] Mmh…I don’t know. She’s pretty quiet. Keeps to herself.
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[Josephine] If you’re nervous, there’s no need to be.
[Adelaide] Excuse me?
[Josephine] Our ballet teacher, Madame DuPont, is actually really nice.
[Adelaide] Oh. Okay. Thanks for telling me.
[Josephine] I'm Josephine.
[Adelaide] I’m Adelaide.
[Josephine] Oh, right— Your Royal Highness—
[Adelaide] You don’t have to call me that. Really--I’d prefer it if you didn’t.
[Josephine] Right. Sorry. So how do you like the academy so far?
[Adelaide] It’s…fine…
[Adelaide] *deep sigh* I don’t know…I’m a little…homesick…and scared. I haven’t been more than a couple days away from my family. And I don’t know anyone here. But everyone knows me apparently.
*chuckles*
[Josephine] It goes away, you know. That feeling.
[Adelaide] Which one?
[Josephine] The fear.
[Adelaide] And the sadness?
[Josephine] You get used to it.
[Adelaide] Thank you, Josephine.
[Josephine] You can call me Jo. All my friends call me Jo.
hi rene! welcome back! i got the notif that you posted and im actually so happy to read this story again. i thought it was gonna end where you left it, glad i was wrong haha
Hi there! This makes me so happy 🥰
Honestly, I was going to hang this story up but my advice to anyone who's thinking about writing anything would be that if you've already started thinking about it there's nothing I can say that will save you so let it rip 😂
"It's frightening that there's no guarantee you'll be loved." — Akito Sohma
Song Inspo: The Only Exception
Flashbacks reveal the origin and depth of Josephine and Adelaide’s relationship. Spending the summer months in Scotland, Philip and Josephine expand their friendship.
Read Episode Three Coming Soon !
author's note below the cut!
this episode is longer than usual, with longer individual posts.
I am not exaggerating when I say I've been writing this episode for a year and a half. I had crazy writer's block, and then our common enemy, perfection, kept me from finishing. But I am so proud that I did. I put so much into this part of the story and I'm so excited to share it! <33