An Unexpected Epilogue
I've begun the gameplay for the Georgian era. I originally intended to continue with Frankie from the start and share her journey. However, the gameplay has turned so dark that I'm just going to share a summary here.
TW: death. Lots and lots of death.
After killing her sister, Morgan, Frankie left Sulani and headed for Tartosa - the last place she was happy. On the journey, she realised she was pregnant; while devastated that Zale wasn't by her side, she held on to the thought that at least she could raise their child. She enrolled in university and began studying medicine. She knew being a single mother and a university student would be challenging, but it was also the only path in life that felt right.
Life had more surprise in store as she gave birth to twin boys; she named them Hugh and Benedict. Life raising twins alone and studying full time was intense. It wasn't helped by the fact that she could only afford to rent a tiny one room flat that battled mould and bugs and rats. She considered returning to Newcrest and seeking refuge in Maggie's wealth, but that life felt too far removed from who she was now; she was determined to be self-sufficient. When Hugh died as an infant, Frankie took her grief and threw it into her studies, determined to get Benedict away from the slum they were living in. She almost succeeded - her studies were close to finishing and Benedict was about to become a child when he fell ill and died.
Frankie couldn't bear the pain. She dropped out of medical school and left the slum that killed her children, wandering aimlessly around the streets of Tartosa. She was convinced that the Watcher was punishing her for all the people she had killed by ensuring that everyone she loved died. She swore to never love a soul again.
It didn't take long for Frankie to become consumed by the dark underbelly of Tartosa. Frankie used her gift for playing cards to earn just enough to spend her days high or drunk and barely aware of what she was doing. When she fell pregnant, she had a vague memory of a man's kiss and touch, but nothing else.
Frankie began the swim to England. She planned to give birth and then give the child to Maggie to raise. Maggie was horrified to see the broken shell her sister had become, but secretly welcomed her in and kept her safe during her pregnancy. Still, Frankie's heart and body had already borne so much suffering and couldn't take the pain of childbirth; Frankie and the baby died. Maggie was by her sister's side.
I hope you can see why I chose not to drag that story out over many increasingly depressing weeks. Her story as a whole is, I think, the saddest I have had yet.
Some BTS details of how we've ended up here are under the cut, in case of interest.
Goodbye, Frankie. I'll miss you.
