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A Discovery of Witches season one deleted scene. GIF: SKY Espana
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Madness within
The compound was raided by the Knights of Lazarus and Matthew de Clermont. Benjamin Fox and Peter Knox were kidnapping fellow supernatural creatures to study or just to torment. Matthew had helped all of those being held captive to be taken to facilities to help them. There was one vampire he was particularly worried about. Lestat de Lioncourt, he had been held in a cage and repeatedly tortured. The vampire appeared to have lost his grip on reality so Matthew dropped him in the only place he could. The Psychiatric Hospital for Magical Beings. It was run by Diana Bishop, she believed in helping all who came to her. Lestat had been with her ever since, he swung between sweet and friendly, murderously angry, and seductive and charming. He was kept in his own room often trying to seduce nurses into bed or screaming as memories plagued him.
The sun had just set and he’d woken from his coffin looking around. He heard the door opening and perched himself on the couch waiting to see who was coming in.
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Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 20)
Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC
Timeframe: Can safely say AU at this point, after Matthew and Diana go back in time and before they return
Summary: After escaping Benjamin (and Gerbert) with help of Rebecca’s magic, the trio arrive in Sept Tours. Questions demand answers, secrets are revealed and the newlyweds encounter a serious challenge to their marriage.
Spoiler Warning: TV Show canon S1-S2, goes AU after that, some Book of Life
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The Story So Far
Alisha swallowed hard as nobody moved for several seconds. Baldwin and Marcus had been interrupted mid-fight and the rest of the gathered creatures stood in reflex to the vampire brawl about to blow through the room.
“Becca,” Miyako grabbed her cousin’s arm, pulling her back, and putting herself between the bright-born and, potentially, her father.
Understanding what was possibly about to happen, Alisha joined Miyako in front of Rebecca.
Baldwin released Marcus and carefully regarded the three women.
“I see you returned my wife, safely, thank you Miyako,” Baldwin’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “I’m sure she simply got lost when this witch abducted her from the safety of her home.”
“You know she didn’t kidnap me,” Alisha answered back, causing both Miyako and Marcus to regard her with wide eyed fear, the latter even shaking his head in the hope to discourage her from provoking him.
“You know who I am,” Rebecca spoke up, drawing Baldwin’s ire from his wife and his daughter.
“I’ve known both who you are and where you have been for the last two weeks.”
“You let us think our friend was lost and in danger for all that time?” Nathaniel fumed.
“It was for their safety, the decision had nothing to do with you.”
“Stop this,” Ysabeau interjected calmly, regarding Rebecca with a flash of warm familiarity that Baldwin luckily did not see.
“That magic, I know it,” Sarah shook her head in confusion.
“You called her Rebecca.” Emily addressed Miyako.
“And Montclair called her a witch.” Sarah agreed.
“A witch and a vampire,” Marcus added, “with Matthew’s blood.”
“Papa,“ Miyako started carefully.
“Stop talking,” he warned and fixed his gaze upon Marcus.
“Take Madame de Clermont to our rooms, do whatever checks you need to do to ensure she is well.”
Marcus took a breath to argue but the look on Baldwin’s face was one he knew well.
Disagreement would not be productive.
“I’m fine,” Alisha argued, “and I’m staying with Rebecca and Miyako.”
“Miyako, escort our guest to my office,” Baldwin continued, ignoring Alisha’s protest, “I suggest the smaller reception room for your gathering Ysabeau, this one is much too draughty for warmbloods.”
“Wait-“ Sarah started but was led away by Em and followed behind by Nathaniel.
“Alisha, please,” Marcus held out his hand to gesture she lead the way and follow Baldwin’s directions.
Annoyed but with Baldwin, not Marcus, and not wishing him trouble, she relented and led Marcus and Phoebe to the turret.
Ysabeau glanced at her granddaughter then to Baldwin when the others had left.
“You know who she is?” He challenged.
“She has my blood, of course I know who she is.”
Baldwin sighed deeply crossing his arms and leant against the table.
Ysabeau recognised the exasperated, exhausted look as one frequently displayed upon his father when the strain of holding everything together became apparent.
She knew why he was struggling but would never say it as it would not be constructive.
He needed Matthew.
Alone, he was one half of the equation, the rod. Matthew was the carrot, Philippe had told her so himself, only together could they make things work.
Now, she believed for the first time that even Philippe failed to foresee the effect both of their mates would have on this equation.
“I will speak with her and Miyako, then, if you wish, you may converse with her.”
“What about Marcus and her aunts?”
“Of course Marcus can, but there is no way I’m telling my sisters about this.”
“Nor would I but I meant Diana’s aunts.”
“This is a family matter, the witches aren’t family.”
“They’re her family!” She told him firmly but carefully.
“Very well,” he grumbled and stood.
Ysabeau smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving before he could process the caring gesture and before she could see the almost imperceptible quirk of a smile.
“Here,” Phoebe handed Alisha a glass of water from a nearby carafe, “drink this, you’re white as a sheet.”
Alisha noted her giving a concerned look to Marcus, in the process of him checking her pulse and blood pressure.
“Thank you,” Alisha took the glass gratefully, “Phoebe.”
“Vitals are fine and since I value my life I won’t ask what got you so afraid.”
“I’m not…” she trailed off as she saw Marcus regard her with doubt, “it’s best for both of us if you don’t.” Alisha agreed quietly.
“You’re concerned your husband would harm you?” Phoebe prompted.
“Phoebe,” Marcus warned.
“I know vampires have their rules, Marcus, but I won’t just sit back and let that…fucking brute abuse her.”
“Baldwin has never harmed me, and he wouldn’t,” Alisha assured her warmly, “but if I were ever in that situation I’d want a friend like you.”
“We’ll be family soon,” Phoebe corrected reaching out a comforting hand towards her shoulder, stopped only by Marcus catching her wrist firmly but gently.
“She’s been gone for two weeks, any new scent near her could set him off.”
“Your sister is a new scent.”
“No, she’s not, I can’t explain it but she seems to have my grandfather’s blood as well.”
“I thought vampires couldn’t have children biologically.”
“There’s a lot we’re still learning but it has happened before.”
Marcus looked questioning at Alisha.
“I can’t, anything I might say could change how things are supposed to play out. Only Rebecca knows what’s safe to tell. I hope you understand.”
He nodded with reluctance.
Gallowglass hadn’t answered his call when Baldwin sought to tell him about the appearance of the trio.
It was not like him but Baldwin hadn’t the time to ponder before Gallowglass called him back.
“Something happened,” Gallowglass started as soon as Baldwin accepted his call, “I followed them to Venice but they’re just gone-“
“Stop, Gallowglass,” he sighed, “they’re here, they’re safe! And you didn’t answer when I called you!”
“I was busy. How did they get there?”
“You told me about the witch, seems she inherited her mother’s abilities.”
Gallowglass heaved a deep sigh of relief and chuckled.
“I should have known that wee pissant Benjamin wouldn’t have gotten the best of Miya.”
“Benjamin,” Baldwin fumed, “Fuchs, Matthew’s fuckup that keeps on giving was near my wife and my daughter?”
“According to Domenico, who’s still alive but barely. His children are looking after him.”
“Leave now, go to the airport, my plane will be waiting for you!”
“I’m not afraid of Benjamin, or that decrepit old pope Gerbert.”
“Gerbert is working with Fuchs?”
“Aye, but I can handle it!”
“If Gerbert and Fuchs are working together it’s not safe, they probably killed Peter.”
“I’ve seen off more Christians in my time than you have, Uncle, I can handle this one.”
“I’m not arguing with you, come home!”
“You know France has never been my home, not after-“
“I know, I shouldn’t have said that. You’re right, France may not be home but we are, I expect you here by the morning.”
There was an audibly furious silence on the other end of the line.
“Yes Sieur.” Gallowglass hung up.
Baldwin sighed with relief.
Even in death, Hugh would never forgive him if he let anything happen to Gallowglass on his watch.
Shaking the thought off, he strode towards the office where his daughter and the witch awaited him.
“Is everything alright?” Rebecca prompted.
“Of course,“ he took his seat opposite them, “so just how far ahead in the future are you, exactly?”
“Eighteen years.” Rebecca answered.
She knew her uncle, he could be kind, affectionate and generous with his time but she also knew of his impatience when information was critical.
He nodded solemnly.
“I suppose I already got two thousand years, I probably shouldn’t lament a shortness of time.”
“There are things we cannot tell you about the future-“ Miyako started.
“And yet I know if I was there I’d never have let this happen.”
“Father-“
“Does this future include Benjamin Fuchs?”
Miyako and Rebecca glanced at one another, shocked.
“Gallowglass was following you, at my behest but he lost the trail when you appeared here.”
“Is he alright, did Fuchs attack him?” Miyako asked.
“He’s fine, apparently Domenico was forthcoming with his version of events.”
“He’s alive?” Rebecca asked hopefully.
“He’ll live,” Baldwin regarded her curiously, “Gallowglass will be back soon but in the meantime, you’re going to tell me why you sought out Domenico.”
“Father, your rules, as you said-“
“I am aware of what I said, but I am also aware that you already changed things by removing Catarina from her time!”
“You know-“ Rebecca started.
“No, I suspected,” he answered sharply “now I know!”
“We saved her to prevent something worse happening in the future,” Rebecca admitted, “we didn’t know then that she was your mate and our intention was not to reunite you. Obviously fate intervened.”
“I suppose Michael was someone from your time you could trust?”
“One thing changed since he won’t be there now.” Rebecca confirmed.
“Anything else drastically different?”
“Knox, he shouldn’t be dead yet.”
“But there’s not too big a jump.” Miyako countered.
“Keep going!” Baldwin warned and noted Rebecca’s anxious expression.
“Emily,” she admitted, “Knox was killed because he killed her first.”
“I’m sorry Papa, I know I’m not your Miyako-“
“Stop talking,” he warned her, “you tried to act the same and your effort was commendable, cbut I know when my daughter is behaving strangely.”
“I wasn’t behaving strangely.” Miyako frowned, offended by the insinuation her cover wasn’t sufficient.
“I can count on one hand how often you called me Papa before you visited for the wedding, I estimate you came to this time just after I sent you to Seoul?”
“Yes.” She said in quiet defeat.
“Never tell me you are not my daughter because in anywhere at anytime, you will always be my Miyako. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” she paused, “Papa.”
He smiled warmly and turned to Rebecca.
“Gallowglass couldn’t tell me much more than what you shared when you first arrived.”
“And I knew you would understand the danger of messing with the timeline, as Grandad did when Mum and Dad visited him.”
“Messing with the timeline,” he huffed, “you have done a lot of that already. Does my wife know, who she was?”
“There’s knowing and there’s remembering. She knows she was Catarina but doesn’t remember being her.”
“Alright, what doesn’t she know that I have to?”
“Something happens in the future that forced us to go back to fix things. Because it’s related to future events, we can’t tell you.” Miyako explained.
“We got Catarina to make this video before the spell, insurance policy.” Rebecca placed a memory stick on his table.
“She agreed to you taking her memory?”
“Suppressed. She wanted a complete wipe, to protect you and what she knew about our family. I convinced her to do it this way instead.”
“She’s started remembering her ability to understand written and spoken language.”
“Michael’s elixir,” Miyako agreed, “he had it created so that if anything happened to him, she would remember who she is. It wasn’t part of our deal.”
“So she’ll gradually remember?”
“In time.”
“Is she a threat to herself or to others?” He asked pointedly.
“No.” Rebecca assured
“Absolutely not.” Miyako echoed her cousin’s sentiment.
“Very well,” he confirmed, feeling slightly more assured, “I would encourage you both to remain here although I suppose I cannot prevent your leaving, given your talents.”
“As the head of this family and with my father absent I ask for sanctuary, Sieur.”
“Granted. I suppose you will enjoy spending time with your Grandmother, brother and cousin, when he shows up.”
“And you?”
“Me, what about me?”
“If you have time I was hoping you’d take me on a hunt. I am half vampire.”
“Matthew actually allows you to hunt?”
“No, he didn’t teach me.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t question her further.
“Marcus can supply you with bagged blood tonight, first thing tomorrow all three of us will go on a hunt. I’m curious to see my training at work.”
Alisha stood upon hearing the door open.
Baldwin entered with an expression she couldn’t read easily. He wasn’t angry but nor was he contrite.
That was fine, neither was she.
“Marcus assured me you are well.” He said simply, shrugging himself out of his jacket.
“I was safe with Miyako and Rebecca, of course I’m well.”
Baldwin was turned away from her when she heard the cuff-links drop into a bowl on the table.
“And yet,” he turned back to her, “mistake or no, they almost served you up to a sadistic little cretin”
She didn’t say anything, unsure as to what she was permitted to reveal.
“That wasn’t their their fault.”
“You’re right,” he stalked closer, “it was yours.”
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FOR WANT OF A NAIL
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Part Fourty-Six
Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century
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The house had been a whirlwind of activity since Martin had first brought Yvette home. Estienne had spent of his time cooing over the baby and worrying about the list of things that she would need. Josselin had rolled her eyes and gone down into the town, muttering something about over-emotional men.
Sister Rosaline hadn't been able to abandon her duties to join the household as Yvette's wet nurse, but she'd passed on the details of a second woman, Loyse, who had accepted the position. She was off somewhere now, setting up her things and sorting out the belongings of her own son, Jaquob.
Martin smiled. The boy had been hovering over Yvette all day, even letting her sleep on his lap while he held her hand.
Her first friend.
Yvette was awake now, eyes roving over her room. It was, temporarily, in the guest quarters while extensions to his tower were completed. There was a wooden cradle in the middle of the room - oak, covered in tangled vines and small birds - and a basket in the corner for dirty swaddling, but for the moment the room was bare of decoration.
'Do not worry,' Martin said softly, 'We shall have some tapestries cleaned and brought up for you.'
Yvette looked up at him, eyes rolling up immediately to stare at the ceiling then over at the window. Martin brought her over and held her up to the glass.
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'For the baby,' Miriam smiled, passing Martin a small wooden box.
Martin had given Yvette a proper Gaul baptism during their ride home. Now he had to pay for a Roman Catholic service to make everything legal and above board.
Matthew leaned over Martin's shoulder as he unboxed a silver spoon. The spoon was carefully engraved with YB, the letters entwined by tiny curlicues. 'That is beautiful!'
Martin leaned in and hugged Miriam. 'Thank you.'
'Of course! Anything for my favourite god-daughter.'
The guests parted behind her as Baldwin stepped through.
'Speaking of favourite god-daughters' Miriam murmured.
Yvette was gazing, enraptured, up at Baldwin as he carried her around. They had taken to each other immediately; Baldwin scooped her up and called her pignora, and Yvette shrieked with laughter for the first time ever and buried a tiny hand in his hair.
She was still playing with it now, winding copper strands through her fingers and watching the light play across them. Baldwin had a pinched expression on his face; as they drew closer Martin could smell why.
'All yours' Yvette cried out as Baldwin passed her to Martin, her big blue eyes filling with tears. Baldwin looked as though he'd been stabbed.
'Let us get you changed and Uncle Baldwin can carry you again' Martin kissed Yvette on the forehead as she started to sob, and went off to look for Loyse.
****
'What has happened?' Baldwin asked, as Matthew and Miriam blurted out 'Are you alright?'
'I asked Loyse to show me how to dress Yvette in case I ever need to in future.' Martin passed Yvette to Baldwin; he looked pale and green at the throat.
'And?' asked Baldwin, pointedly ignoring Miriam's unsublte shakes of the head.
Martin shuddered and turned even paler.
****
Later that evening, after the celebratory feast had died down and the guests had gone to bed, and Yvette had finally been peeled off Baldwin and put to sleep in the new nursery, Martin lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Seeing his best friend holding his daughter, it was like - rītije - Martin swallowed the lump in his throat.
A future so tantalisingly close he could picture it as easily as breathing lay just in front of him on the other side of impossible and it was killing him.
Before, when it was just the two of them, - and isn't that a knife twist into his guts- he could pretend that it was fine, that meaningless hugs and stolen glances were enough to close the chasm in his chest.
Now though...
Now...
Now.
'He loves her too..' Martin rolled over, clenching fists into his pillow as he started to sob.
Author's Notes
From my research into medieval childrearing, it appears that nappies weren't used during the period. Instead, the child's swaddling acted as a kind of onesie plus, both clothing and diaper.
"...The most idiomatic and Roman of endearments is pignus. A pignus is whatever one gives as bond or security for a debt, or to assure appearance in court, good conduct, etc. By extension, a person who is a pignus can serve as a “collateral” or “hostage”—for example, in diplomacy between two states. When applied to children, as it sometimes is in epitaphs, in poetry and other emotive contexts, pignora casts them as “sureties” or “pledges” of the love of the parents, assuring the reality of their marriage. But in such contexts it has no legalistic flavor. Often the best translation is simply “dear ones” rather than something more literal, like “little guarantees.”" - Dickinson College Commentaries
Silver spoons: "In many religions, the christening of a baby is an extremely important occasion and one marked with a good deal of ceremony and hope for the future. It’s the moment shortly after birth where a child is named before their God and welcomed into the church as a newborn.
Many faiths have their own form of christening and celebration, but all these occasions tend to involve buying a gift for the new child. In many cases, this is a silver artefact or nicknack such as a spoon, box or bookmark.
There is a rich history for gifting silver christening spoons and it stretches back to Medieval times, perhaps even before then. The original reason for this was not because silver was a valuable metal but because it could help ward off evil and protect the child. The spoon later became a way to wish a child health and prosperity for the future and was highly symbolic.
As silver became a more valuable commodity, its gifting was more generally seen as a matter of prestige. It said something about your status in life and who you were. This is where the phrase ‘born with a silver spoon in their mouth’ came from, with all its negative connotations.
Today, giving a silver christening spoon remains part of the tradition and is usually given by a close family member such as a godfather or mother, brother or sister. The spoon can vary in design from the very ornate to a simple motif but it is normally engraved with the initials of the recipient child." - Edinburgh Silver
rītije/o - copulate (I'm using this as a stand-in for 'fuck' because the Proto-Celtic word list, which sadly is no longer available online, didn't have 'fuck' on the list).
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@declermont / plotted starter.
A nonstop flight between New Orleans and London is nearly nine hours. The Mayfair fortune means she can afford to fly first class, which grants her some measure of comfort, but all the comfort in the world couldn't soothe her restlessness. She chews the inside of her cheek until she tastes copper on her tongue. The metallic sweetness of her own blood makes her feel ill, but at least it's not as sickening as thinking about what she's running from, and why.
And then from London it's the train to Oxford, and then the cab to the university, nursing a bottle of tepid water and trying to ignore the gnawing hunger creeping up through her abdomen and into her chest, her throat, to sit at her tongue. And then from the university she has to walk to the lab, and then she has to stand there, duffel bag slung over her shoulder, the hand holding her water bottle shaking, while she argues with a very polite but firm woman who explains that no, she can't simply walk into the building without an appointment, all while trying to stay upright—
The scent of cinnamon and clove hits her without warning and she closes her eyes and takes in several shallow breaths; the world spins around her, the combination of travel and stress and her condition making her unsteady and uncomfortable in equal measure. When she opens her eyes it's to the sight of a man, tall and broad-shouldered, lovely in a way that makes her uneasy and reminds her, all too clearly, of Lasher.
That must make him Matthew Clairmont. And here she thought she was done with vampires.
"Dr. Clairmont." She clears her throat, takes a quick drink of her water, tries not to feel self-conscious for the way her hair hangs, limp and greasy, around her face (she hasn't showered yet, hasn't checked into a hotel, hasn't done anything but try to reach him) or the sweat glistening on her brow. There is very little of her mind that isn't consumed by anger and grief and fear and sorrow and the sickness of memory, but the corner that is free hates him on sight, as though her insecurity, her piteousness, were his fault.
"I'm Rowan Fielding." And then the rest of the name tumbles out of her; people do things for her that they wouldn't otherwise when they know that part of who she is. "Rowan Mayfair. I need your help. I really need your help."
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Matthew Goode in the Sims 4
Matthew may well never forgive me for this, but oh well... 😅
I have always enjoyed playing the Sims way back since the Sims 2, though it had been a while since I played recently. However with the new EP “High School Years” that just came out for the Sims 4 - I revisited the game and thought : why not add our lovely Matthew Goode as a Sim 🤔 So after quite a few hours in CAS (more like days lol) and with the help of lots of custom content, I think I am finally happy with the resemblance. The real pros would have created a mask in PS and use the 3D model tool, but yeah am not that talented to give that a try. 😂
If you are entirely new to The Sims 4, here’s the official EA website: https://www.ea.com/en-gb/games/the-sims/the-sims-4
I also highly suggest watching the *Let’s Play nightmare legacy challenge* playlist by lilsimie on YouTube, as it’s not only hilarious but gives you a better understanding of what the game is about. 😄🤣
So here we have Matthew as a Sim doing selfies with the celebrities ⭐️ in the game. I mean it was high time Judith Ward got some competition! 🤪
With Matthew as a Sim the storylines possibilities are endless! You can re-tell the story of A Discovery of Witches and play with our favourite 🧛 Matthew Clairmont. Go back in time, and with the help of custom content you can turn any world into the Tudor period and have fun as Matthew Roydon. Create your own Legacy Challenges with Matthew DeClermont as the (immortal) founder and populate the Sims Worlds with vampires 🧛, or do something else entirely!
As I loved The Offer so much, couldn’t resist recreating Matthew as our wonderful Robert Evans.☺️ In a different save file, why not help out Bob become the most famous Sim celebrity and get his name on those posters? 😉 There’s plenty of The Godfather CC already out there too , so again lots of fun to be had! And in build mode, it could be really interesting to furnish and design the interiors with those late 60s and 70s mid-century decor.
And in yet another save file, why not have fun in the 1900s-1950s playing Downton Abbbey (maybe Henry Talbot finds someone else instead of Mary? 🤔) Explore Dancing on the Edge, Brideshead Revisited , The LPPP Society, The Colour Room or turn Matthew into his upcoming new role as C.S. Lewis in Freud’s Last Session. The fact that those brilliant CC creators have already done the hard work with builds and creating period objects and clothing, makes it super easy to just dive right into new storylines for your sims.
DOWNLOAD under the cut
You will need to download the following CC and put these in your mods folder:
golyhawhaw snowpierecer eyes face paint eyes
twistedcat comet eyes non default eyes
soloriya skin details set eyebrow wrinkles
soloriya skin detail eyebags eyebags
remussirion male skin overlay 11
remussirion wrinkles laugh lines eyes 06
remussirion eyebrows eyebrows 12
remussirion eyelashes eyeliner 32
bakalia male stubble facial hair 01
bakalia male stubble facial hair 02 (Matthew Roydon)
sims 4 dub hoop earring single earring (Matthew Roydon)
s-club WM glasses sunglasses v1 (Robert Evans)
s-club WM glasses sunglasses v2 (Robert Evans)
s-club FM glasses sunglasses v3 (Robert Evans)
s-club WM glasses sunglasses v4 (Robert Evans)
Massive thanks to all these fabulous creators, 🙏🏻 so I could at least attempt to make Matthew look somewhat resembling his goode self.
Matthew Clairmont / Roydon : Hair used is from the EP Get to Work
Robert Evans : Hair is from the EP Snowy Escape
In an ideal world Matthew’s hair would need to be a bit darker, but the EA swatches for dark hair 🤦🏼♀️. Until the hair slider mod is fixed, this will have to do.
DOWNLOAD SIMS
I can't stress enough the importance of downloading the above ⬆️ Custom Content or they won't look at all the same in game as in the pictures!
Unzip the files into your Sims 4 tray folder.
Matthew Clairmont GoogleDrive
Matthew Roydon GoogleDrive
Robert Evans GoogleDrive
Matthew Clairmont and Matthew Roydon are uploaded in their non-vampire form. So feel free to turn them into vampires once they're loaded into a lot.
use MC Command Center
or open the cheat panel: CTRL +SHIFT+C : type: testingcheats on (ENTER) and then type: traits.equip_trait trait_OccultVampire (ENTER))
OR just wait until Vlad comes over and turns your sims into vampires 😂
I am personally not a fan of the vampire animations. However with cheats or MC Command Center you can easily flag them as not ageing + immortal. Saves you no longer having to stress whenever they burn 🔥 the kitchen down for the umpteenth time. 🤨
Additional clothing CC suggestions
You don't need any of these to play with the sims, but thought to just mention the following creators:
happylifesims peaky blinders outfit for Henry Talbot Downton Abbey
HappyLifeSims have made tons of exceptionally lovely 1900-50s clothing for all your Downton Abbey / Brideshead Revisited / Dancing on the Edge / The LPPP Society ... needs - so check them out.
mclaynesims male turtleneck suit for Bob Evans
mclaynesims tuxedo suit for Bob Evans
belaloallure jeremie shirt for Bob Evans
trillyke touch silk shirt for Bob Evans
simmieV Brendan suit for Bob Evans
simmieV Levi suit for Bob Evans
belaloallure ed shirt for Matthew Clairmont
belaloallure alister shirt for Matthew Clairmont
pts blazer for Matthew Clairmont
tatyananame suit for males for Matthew Clairmont
sims house classic Men pants for Matthew Clairmont
remaron rolled sleeve for men for Matthew Clairmont
darte77 short sleeve t-shirt (this looks like exact copy of what MG wears as XXX in The Hatton Garden Job)
belaloallure leather pants for Matthew Roydon
satterlly noble outfit for Matthew Roydon
myobi medieval bard and cape for Matthew Roydon
kellymarie69 take the black outfit for Matthew Roydon
kiarazurk prince outfit for Matthew Roydon
ssts adventurer set v1 for Matthew Roydon
ssts ruff set for Matthew Roydon
Basically have a browse at The Sims Resource or google any type of clothing you need, and I'm sure a CC creator has already made it.
Also as if I would forget about Finn Polmar! 😍 Give your Matthew Clairmont sim a blue hoodie, a suit or three to wear, some occasional glasses - get him into the lawyer career and BOOM 💥 Storylines aplenty in The Good Wife / The Good Fight world. 😄
If you have any questions, just ask on my twitter account: @nikki_adow (tumblr messages still a problem)
Happy Gaming! 😃
Matthew, I wish I could say am really sorry about this, but that’d be a lie. 😂😇 There’s way too much fun to be had in the game and hours upon hours of entertainment.
So thanks again for providing lots of storytelling inspiration! 👏😁
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The Viscount We Loved
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Diana and Phoebe in a while. They go on a search for them and find them binge-watching Bridgerton. They are totally absorbed in the show and getting all hot and bothered over the Duke of Hastings and the Viscount. Like all squealing and fanning themselves. Their mates get a tad jealous and bring out the regency wear to get their ladies attention back. 🤣🤣🤣
"It's up!" Diana urged Phoebe who had been making popcorn. She started episode one of the second season of Bridgerton. The two had become hooked on the show after the first season came out. Especially attracted to the cast. Phoebe's bisexual heart could not take it and Diana found Simon very attractive.
"Anthony, you idiot!!" Diana hissed when they saw him going after Edwina at the races, "It's obvious he's only using her for his weird perfect duchess scheme! She wants love!"
"And he wants to bang her sister," Phoebe concluded, "Which I understand, Kate's awesome. At least Simon was competing with a Prince. Not a single brain cell in that entire family. Like yours. Well, Benedict. Probably."
"You mean your soon-to-be family," Diana corrected playfully.
"Yes, I will be the winning brain cell in this family," Phoebe smirked and they resumed watching.
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Marcus had not been able to find Phoebe for the past few hours. They were supposed to look at flowers for the wedding but she was not home. He did not panic and didn't smell any new scents in the house.
"Matthew, is Phoebe with you and Miriam by any chance?" Marcus asked, calling his father.
"No, I've been in the lab all day," Matthew replied, "Probably over at ours."
They found their women in the living room of Diana and Matthew's, cooing over a couple having a tentative dance.
"What are you watching?" Matthew asked, confused by the scene of the ball.
"Bridgerton. It's the best, the second season came out today, so we had to watch it." Phoebe explained, then remembered what she and Marcus were supposed to do, "Oh, I'm sorry. I told Miriam we cancelled. But I had to see if the show would still be good without Simon!"
"Simon?" Marcus asked.
"Hot. Capital R rake. Better looking than Darcy." Diana summarised.
"I was a capital R rake!" Marcus pouted and Matthew glared at him. It was not something he should be proud of.
"Oh my god, you guys would be like Kate and the Viscount!" Diana cooed.
"The Viscount? I am far better looking than this... man!" Marcus huffed.
"Are you?" Phoebe teased, then looked at her watch, "Work tomorrow, we'll continue Friday?" She asked Diana who nodded and the two hugged before Marcus and Phoebe left, the former arguing why he was better than any fictional rake.
"My darling, you do know I was alive in the 1800s. I could have told you the accurate details of the marriage mart?" Matthew said, sitting next to her.
"My love, what use is historical accuracy when it is entertaining?" Diana corrected, kissing his cheek, making him smile faintly, "Want to re-watch season 1 with me? I have some ideas for... reenactments?"
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"Marcus?"
Phoebe returned home from work to an empty house. She had been teasing Marcus about her attraction to the Bridgerton brothers. He was not so upset he would leave.
Turning into the kitchen, she found her fiancee.
She laughed seeing him in full regency wear, leaning against the doorway. A blue silk waistcoat, black trousers and a billowing white shirt.
"Is that yours?" Phoebe was amazed. She knew her fiancee had been around back then, just not that he had the clothes and everything still.
"Yes. Why watch a rake, when you are marrying one?" He teased wrapping his arms around her waist. She grinned.
"Were you really a rake?" She knew she called him that when they first met.
"Oh, yeah. Stressed out Aunt Fanny. Had a lot of fun though." Marcus winked, pulling her to the garden, "Why don't I show you one of my favourite places to seduce a woman?"
"Why yes, my lord!" Phoebe giggled.
#adow x bridgerton#all souls trilogy#phoebe taylor#marcus whitmore#diana bishop#matthew clairmont#marcus x phoebe#adow fic#fluff#crack fic
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One of my favorite things about Shadow of Night is that it starts out in The Old Lodge, a place that Diana and Matthew have already spent time in together in the present day. I have a feeling that this might be cut out of season two of A Discovery of Witches because of cost and story telling restraints. I hope I’m wrong. We’ll know on January 8th/9th for sure.
Edit to add: it really looks like I’m not wrong. I’ve just seen a freeze frame of their arrival, and it looks like Water Lane, instead of inside the Old Lodge. Bummer.
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School of Night | Matthew Roydon (Matthew GoodE) in A Discovery of Witches season 2
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Spin around me
Collide without a sound
Caught up in your gravity
I don't know how
Run away from me
A spirit only I can see
I need you now
Cause I don't know how
I don't know what I was afraid of.
#a discovery of witches#adowtv#adowedit#Matthew clairmont#Matthew declermont#diana bishop#this song made me think of them#<3#Matthew x diana
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Does anyone else think that some animosity between Baldwin and Matthew could stem from Eleanor? It’s mentioned that a causal touch from Baldwin and the possibility of Eleanor agreeing with Baldwin over Matthew is what set him off; resulting in her death. Maybe that is why Baldwin likes to break things when it comes to Matthew....Perhaps Baldwin was also in love with Eleanor.
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FOR WANT OF A NAIL
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Part Fourty-Four
Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century
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It was cold in the chapel.
Weak sunlight filtered through the windows, contrasting with the torches in sconces on the walls to deepen the shadows between them. In the gloom, Martin sat with his back to the wall, torc in hand.
"-that God has so few friends; if that is the way he favours them, he ought to have still less."
Martin's laughter echoed back to himself. Across from him, on the opposite wall, Hugh's shield, armour and sword rested on a metal frame Matthew had sunk into the stone floor. The plaque beside it read
In Memoriam
Hugh de Clermont
Beloved Son
'I hope you like the flowers' said Martin. Carnations and forget-me-nots wreathed Hugh's shield and gauntlets; a reference to Fernando masked by double meaning. Underneath the real ones flowers made from iron held the figure up, like vines grasping each piece of the mannequin together.
It had been Martin's gift to Fernando, and one that had received a chilling response from Philippe until his need to grieve his son had outpaced his dislike for his son's choice of mate and he had let the matter go.
'Well!' Martin rocked up onto his feet, stretching. 'I had best walk to the main gate. Your father is throwing a party for no particular reason again and he will be ushering guests in shortly.'
The cold breeze that started from nowhere as he turned to leave felt like hands pressing gently on his back. Martin gave a small smile, and walked outside.
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'Lucius!'
'Still Baldwin.'
Baldwin chuckled affectionately as Martin shrugged.
Beautiful. Like music.
He went to sit on the bench next to Baldwin, who shuffled over to give him space.
'Have you been up to anything new of late?'
Baldwin shook his head. 'Much the same as ever, I am afraid.'
'You need a hobby,' said Martin, observing Baldwin over the rim of the tankard a passing serving girl had rushed over and placed in front of him. 'You know, I think you should get into finance.'
'Yes, the mighty desk warrior; earning honour and glory through paperwork.' Baldwin sneered.
Martin grinned, nursing the tankard and leaning forward.
'Let me tell you the story of the king from Mali with the Midas' touch...'
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Philippe had toured the room twice, mingling and talking with visitors and locals. When he made it back to the high table again he was annoyed to see Baldwin still sitting at the edge of the room, listening to Martin rambling on.
He had specifically requested one or two individuals be here today so Baldwin could gently persuade them to follow Philippe's plans.
Now that he had a moment to properly observe his son, Philippe could tell Baldwin was listening to Martin. Really listening. He was staring at him with a focus that Philippe hadn't seen before; there was a warmth in his gaze that went beyond fondness, and a slight suggestion that he could start smiling at any moment.
Oh.
Oh no.
A millennia of willpower was the only thing which stoppered the scream of white-hot fury clawing up Phillipe’s throat. He ground his teeth and hissed.
His boy, his second son, mating with a thrice-damned nuisance?!
Gaul.
Patricide.
Insipid meddler.
‘Somebody has caught up with the rest of us it would seem,’ Marthe muttered quietly as she passed by Philippe’s elbow. Ysabeau placed a hand on his to ground him and remind him where they were, and he let out a long, long breath.
‘All of you knew?!’ Philippe hissed.
'If you confront them, they will deny it and end up hurting each other. It will be better to let them come to a conclusion on their own.' Ysabeau squeezed his hand, and Philippe, reluctantly, squeezed hers back.
Author's Notes
The joke that Martin tells was recorded in Facetiae, a collection of jokes published in 1470, written by Poggio Bracciolini. This chapter takes place circa 1324, so the joke is not era-accurate, but I couldn't find one from the 1300s.
The full joke:
"One of our fellow citizens, a very witty man, was labouring under a painful and lengthy illness, was attended by a Friar who came to comfort him, and, among other words of solace, told him that God thus especially chastens those he loves, and inflicts his visitations upon them. “No wonder then,” retorted the sick man, “that God has so few friends; if that is the way he favours them, he ought to have still less.”" (Medievalists.net)
Canonically Matthew made a shrine to Hugh in the chapel of Sept Tours out of Hugh’s shield, gauntlets, hauberk, coat of plates, sword and helm. We see a plaque on the wall in the show, so I incorporated both.
Oh the screaming. The screaming that occured when Philippe found out about what Martin had made. Matthew was, is, and will probably still be on his father's shit list for the next few centuries for keeping Martin's gift a secret from him. But in the end the entire family banded together and told Philippe to "build a fucking bridge, we want to mourn our brother/son/father/significant other" and it's a reference to Hugh's home in Spain*, so what's the big deal?
*Fernando and Gallowglass nearly broke Martin's ribs hugging him.
Carnations are the national flower of Spain.
I think that it takes a lot of energy for a ghost to materialise into corporeal form. Vampires and daemons cannot see ghosts immediately but they can feel their touch; witches can, of course, see ghosts in full whether or not they are actively trying to be seen.
#bibaldwin#baldwin montclair#baldwin de clermont#a discovery of witches#all souls trilogy#adow#all souls series#all souls tv series#a discovery of witches season 1#a discovery of witches season 2#a discovery of witches season 3#baldwin de clermont/male oc
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Tamed
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Philippe de Clermont kept his son Matthew in the dungeon. Matthew had blood rage and never learnt control. When he was sired in 537 and the family realised he had blood rage, they gave him to a group of witches to look after him. The Congregation were coming for him and Philippe needed to protect Ysabeau. The family never knew what happened, that the witches kept him in a cage unless they wanted him to kill for them.
Matthew finally had enough and escaped but he was causing carnage by killing humans on mass, the de Clermonts had to capture him again. Matthew was imprisoned down in the dungeons now because he kept escaping.
Jack was another blood rage vampire that lived with the family, but they had learnt from Matthew. They sought out the help of a witch to teach Jack control and found Diana Bishop. She taught Jack to think through his disorder and keep his humanity.
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Matthew Goode as Matthew deClermont - A Discovery of Witches
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Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 19)
Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC
Timeframe: Can safely say AU at this point, about a month after Matthew and Diana go back in time.
Summary: Alisha and Rebecca covertly meet with an ally who knew Catarina but trouble arrives in the form of an old enemy armed with stolen information.
Spoiler Warning: TV Show canon S1-S2, some Book of Life (wrote this chapter before seeing S3 so shouldn’t be too spoilery)
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The Story So Far
“We’re now sitting at two weeks without word or update from Baldwin, or any indication he has located Alisha.” Marcus complained over the table.
“If he has found her,” Nathaniel commented, “we’ll never learn of it.”
“Nate,” Marcus frowned, “he wouldn’t!“
“Poor Gallowglass was banished, for a supposed failure!” The daemon argued.
“He wasn’t banished, Nathaniel,” Ysabeau interjected, “he was given an assignment, one which for all we know is related to finding the girl.”
“Agreed,” Emily put her hand over Sarah’s.
“Then why the secrecy?” Nathaniel challenged, “why will he not let us help him find her?”
“I agree with you,” Marcus assured him, “but he gave me an order and I cannot disobey. Right now, the only power I have to protect all of you is underwritten with Baldwin’s support.”
“Which he could withdraw at any moment.” Ysabeau agreed solemnly.
“In any case, Baldwin does not want us looking for her in case it draws attention.”
“As far as everyone else knows, she is a daemon,“ Nathaniel scowled, “the congregation won’t care what he does with her.”
“Are you seriously suggesting that he would kill her?” Ysabeau asked.
“If he hasn’t already.” Nathaniel offered.
“You are wrong, we have had many disagreements in our long acquaintance, but for all his pride Baldwin would never turn against his family. Whoever and whatever she is, she is a de Clermont now.”
“I didn’t know you cared, Ysabeau,” Baldwin joined the debate, “what’s this, a family meeting without it’s head.”
“Baldwin-“ Marcus stood.
“Wait, of course it isn’t, these creatures are not family.”
“You disappear for two weeks and return only to insult our guests?” Ysabeau stayed seated and fixed him with an icy glare.
“They’re not my guests.” Baldwin hit back.
Alisha listened to the soft lapping of canal water against the boat as she tried to calm her nerves.
Two weeks waiting for Baldwin to leave Venice, Rebecca’s contact finally came through. Miyako was fortunately able to stay close by with missions that were primarily located in Paris.
Coming up for a large building, she fiddled nervously with her rings beneath her hooded cloak, the plain wedding band and the engagement ring whose pearl had been bound for a far grander figure than her.
That was, until her husband used its purchase to sour relations between Mark Anthony and allies who would have given him the decisive victory over Octavius in Actium, thereby preventing him from becoming Augustus and changing the fate of the entire Roman Empire.
Such was the power of a de Clermont patriarch.
“Alisha?” Rebecca prompted, not receiving a response she gently touched her arm.
“Hmm, sorry I was miles away.”
“It’s fine, we’re almost there.”
Venice was beautiful at night, the lights reflecting off the canals almost took the edge from her apprehension.
Almost, until they pulled into an underground dock and Rebecca helped her out of the boat.
“This contact, are you sure we can trust him, that he won’t betray us?”
“He has no loyalty to any of his kind beyond what benefits him, allying with us benefits him. He won’t sell us out to Uncle Baldwin’s enemies.”
“I’m just as concerned that he will sell us out to your uncle,” Alisha admitted, surprise evident in Rebecca’s eyes, “Becca, what if he finds us, he doesn’t know you yet, he might-“
“What? Kill me?”
“Both of us!”
“He wouldn’t harm you and since Grandad’s blood vow covers me as well as Mum, he can’t hurt me either.”
Alisha frowned, unsure.
“Look,” Rebecca started patiently, “it’s not even really about the contact, it’s this place. Before other you was captured, you stashed something here, something that can help us stop what happens in my time.”
“That you can’t tell me about?”
“Exactly. We don’t have a lot of time before my parents return from the past, I need to be gone by then.”
Alisha let her niece lead her through the labyrinth of the lower level to a grand staircase leading to an upper floor.
It was a stunning building, unfurnished, but the paintwork was pristine and the marble floors gleamed.
“Who’s home is this?” She looked around in wonder.
“It is yours,” a handsome vampire with curled dark hair and mischievous air answered descending the central staircase, “Principessa da Venezia,” he bowed low in a medieval style, hands outstretched, “and Contessa,” he greeted Rebecca with an almost worshipful tone.
“Domenico,” she responded cooly, with the air of a courtly queen regarding a swooning suitor.
“No offence, but, why are you helping us when you could turn us in to Baldwin and win his favour?” Alisha asked.
“Your husband is an arrogant twat,” he shrugged, “and Venice is your home, where it’s safe, not locked up in Sept Tours.“
“I’ll just be locked up by you, I assume?”
“Not at all, you are free to come and go as you please. This place belongs to you, I merely held it in trust until your return. Just know that Baldwin has many spies so if you do decide to leave, he will locate you instantly.”
“Yeah, I get it,” Alisha sighed defeated, “so, you knew me, before?”
”I knew the man I believed was your father, Pasquale Cicogna, the Doge of Venice. I hadn’t realised until later that he adopted you to replace his young daughter when she died from illness. He kept you with him, treated you like his own, trained and tutored you.”
“Sounds nice.”
“You don’t remember everything of your previous life yet?”
“No, why? Were we a-“
“God no,” he looked offended, “you were a child and in need of protection.”
“So you’re a ‘good guy’?” She asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“Not particularly but I do have an unfailing loyalty to my own kind.”
“Creatures?”
He shook his head.
“Venetians.” He explained simply, leading the way to a room off the main area and flicked on the light.
A large painting took up almost the entire wall, it was her face but the clothes were unrecognisable, definitely Renaissance era.
“One of few paintings of you that exist,” he explained, “on the rare occasion you were seen in public, you concealed yourself behind a porcelain mask, long gloves, showing no skin at all, many opined it was as a result of smallpox scarring.”
“Why was it, really?”
“Freedom,” he explained, “as his silent and masked daughter you were privy to many conversations had around you and were able to uncover many plots and schemes.”
“Sounds boring as hell.”
“I’m sure it was. Luckily you spent most of your time as your alter ego, the minstrel, Oscine.”
“Like Clark Kent?”
“In a sense,” he grinned, “for some reason nobody ever wondered why Cicogna’s daughter and his musician were never seen in the same room.”
“That seems kind of obvious!” Rebecca pointed out.
“It was Venice in the late 1500’s, everyone was preoccupied with politics, murder, wine and other pleasures.”
“If I was always masked, who painted this portrait?”
“That I don’t know but the daemon, Michael, he was investigating strange, recently unearthed frescoes of you, Diana Bishop and,” he glanced up at Rebecca, “Contessa.”
“I suppose I have you to thank for defacing mine.” Rebecca gave him an appreciative smile.
“As much as it pained me to destroy your image, I did so only to protect you. But, I made a copy of the work.”
He handed her a photo.
“A copy,” Rebecca teased, “you say that like you were sat in front of it with paints and an easel, not an iPhone!”
He chuckled warmly.
“The daemon believed there was a code hidden in the photo, without knowing what it was, I couldn’t risk accidentally omitting a detail.”
“We both know you can forge any artwork.”
“Not one with you in it, all other detail would remain unnoticed by me as I toiled to properly capture that inscrutable expression.”
Rebecca seemed to blush slightly at the compliment and Alisha made a mental note to pry later.
“So, Rebecca, her mother and myself were all painted by someone 500 years ago?”
“That’s where time walking makes things more complicated,” Rebecca grimaced, “they may have painted it then but who knows where or when they came from.”
“Time-walking is a rare skill, only Contessa and your mother seem to have acquired it.” Domenico pondered.
“Some powerful witches are well hidden, even right now in this time!” Rebecca admitted.
“Tell me their names and I’ll deal with them.” Domenico smirked but the expression quickly shifted to concern when the doors swung open to reveal Miyako.
“We have to leave, now, he knows where you are!”
Alisha turned to look at Domenico accusingly.
“Baldwin did not hear it from me,” he promised.
“Not my father, it’s Benjamin and he’s not looking for Alisha,” Miyako’s tone betrayed the fear that was in Rebecca’s eyes, “Gerbert is with him.”
“I have no idea who Benjamin is but I can handle Gerbert, go!”
Rebecca simply nodded, and took both Miyako and Alisha’s hands.
Alisha hadn’t noticed until then that she was shaking.
“Becca,” Miyako prompted, getting her attention, “he won’t get you, I promise!”
“Just remember your other promise.”
Miyako gave a solemn confirmatory nod.
Receiving the assurance, Rebecca resumed her spell.
The door splintered outward, revealing Benjamin, bloodied from a fight.
“Domenico,” Rebecca inhaled sharply.
“Not your boyfriend I hope, Daddy wouldn’t be pleased.”
Rebecca closed her eyes and continued weaving as Benjamin tested the shield she had put around them.
“Fascinating witch, Alice, she followed you from the future, gave me all sorts of information. Knew I had to find you.”
Alisha couldn’t shake the horrible feeling of familiarity with him. She knew him and almost shrieked when he set his shark-eyed gaze on her.
“And Catarina.”
“Don’t talk to her.” Miyako snarled.
“You cannot save her from the memories I gave her current contemporary. Stay too long in a shared time and the ghosts of the displaced will haunt you. I learned that from my studies of time spinning, waiting for Diana. Now, I don’t have to wait fourteen years for you, Rebecca, you can give me what I want now.”
“Becca?” Miyako prompted.
“It’s not working, we need a shared focus.”
“We each share one person in common, one person who means so much to us. Think of him now and drop the shield when you are ready.” Miyako instructed.
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“And you wonder why she left you!” Marcus seethed.
“Speak to me like that again boy-“ Baldwin challenged.
“That’s Grand-Master, head an order to which you belong!” Phoebe defended.
“And you are?”
“Phoebe Taylor.”
“Miss Taylor, you really should learn the etiquette required of a subordinate de Clermont’s mate. You address me as Sieur.”
“If I wanted lessons in etiquette comparable to your own I would visit the nearest pigsty.”
Everyone fell silent.
“Apologies, the nearest pigsty, Sieur.”
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“We’re here!” Rebecca exclaimed with excitement upon seeing the terracotta squares of the dining room wall. Noting the shocked expression of Miyako and Alisha, she turned to see Baldwin and Marcus, both mid fight, both staring at them with everyone else in the room.
“Fuck!” Rebecca swore emphatically.
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PART 20
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