2. Welcome back to the Norrington legacy! For those of you just
tuning in, you may want to check out at least last chapter. But if
you're feeling brave, tuck in! At the Simself manor, the occupants
of the house, otherwise known as the 'Green Monstrosity', were
sitting down for a leisurely luncheon. To the right sat Miss Kitty
Harris, the younger version of my simself. The pretty young lady in
the light pink dress was Miss Hannah Koolio, writer of 'The
Victoriacy'. And to the left was Sebastian Devereaux, a young man
who had somehow found himself in Victorian Guilford, Surrey,
England with no explanation.
3. "So Sebastian, are you feeling somewhat better, now that
you've eaten?" "Oh, yes... thank you uh... Miss...?" "You may call
me Hannah. We don't stand on ceremony here." "Hannah then."
4. Yes, Sebastianwasfeeling better, but that didn't mean he had
remembered his reason for being here. Miss Kitty claimed he arrived
unconscious, yet with a letter explaining who he was and where he'd
come from. Did this mean he'd been sent away? His family was to
seek him out when it was time, but that left so much to explain.He
wondered if any of this had to do with his strange dream of his
sister Lillian becoming an evil witch and being disowned by their
parents. He'd been made heir, something he'd never been prepared
for. Lillian swore to get back at them all, perhaps.... No.
Sebastian shook the absurd thought from his head. Lillian had been
many things growing up, but evil?(for more on the sebby's family,
check out "The Devereaux Legacy" by Peasant007 at boolprop.com. see
where Sebastian's story began. it rocks!)
5. "So Kitty, what was it you and Liz decided to do in order to
get back at the creator Bo, for putting you both here in Guilford
together? You never said, though Liz left here with a huge smile on
her face." "Oh,that ." Kitty smirked.
6. "Apparently there is a family here in Guilford that Bo
absolutelydetestsand she refuses to even acknowledge their
existance. Due to herindelicatehandling of both Liz and myself,
she's been forced to allow that family to host the next chapter of
the Norrington legacy." "That's a punishment?" Hannah frowned. "She
must hate them tremendously." Kitty chuckled. "You've no idea."
"And which family is it? Would I know them?" "I believe they go by
the name Oxley. Formally the Ottomas from the village of
Pleasantview. Apparently they have an a absurd amount of children."
Hannah giggled. "You don't say." (grrr. for those of you out of the
loop, I created 2 simselves. liz represents me as I am now; married
with children and almost 30. kitty is the me of 10 years ago, when
I was single and free of responsibility. Ithoughtthey would be
pleased to see each other but apparently I was wrong. And being
forced to deal with the ottomas is a cruel punishment for such an
innocent crime)
7. "Sebastian, you seem miles away. Are the crepes not to your
liking?" "What? Oh, no. The food's fine... thank you." "Such a
polite thing you are." Kitty smiled. "I imagine you never bother
anyone with your troubles, do you? Simply shoulder the weight and
keep it all to yourself." Sebastian shrugged. "Complaining doesn't
help." "True, perhaps. But talking with those who are willing to
listen and engage in production conversation, can do a world of
good."
8. Sebastian sighed. "You may be right. It's just, I can't wrap
my head around all this. Why was I sent here? What am I supposed to
do? And what if there's something sinister at hand here?" "Well,"
Kitty gave a small smile. "Youcoulddrive yourself crazy worrying
about all the things you can't control. Personally, I'd hate to see
you do that to yourself. Since you haven't any ideawhyyou're here
or when you'll be called back home, I think you should just enjoy
yourself. Think of it as a holiday. Liz says that this really is a
nice little town. Quiet, peaceful... the perfect place to get your
thoughts in order. I mean, just take a look out the window and tell
me that isn't picturesque." Sebastian nodded slightly. "I guess..."
"Just... think about it, at least. Your problems will always be
waiting for you when you get home. Take advantage of the time away
from them."
9. And think about it Sebastian did. Kitty did have a point. It
wouldn't be a great difficulty to spend some leisure time catching
up on his reading and such. Both Kitty and Hannah were pleasant
enough and they apparently didn't mind his presence. Maybe
thereasonhe was here didn't matter as much ashowhe spent the time
away. Suddenly being stuck here in Victorian Guilford didn't seem
like such a tragedy. Sebastian gave his first real smile since
waking up in this surreal situation.
10. When we left off, our heir Asher realized he was in love
with his longtime lady Miss Olivia Gordan. Though due to his
father's disapproval of both Olivia's lack of name or fortune, he
agreed to cast his eyes further afield in his search for a
wife.After two difficult years of fitting in and making friends at
Sterlington University in Samcambridge, Asher chose the Literary
major in hopes it would help in his future goal to be the very best
of adventurers. He was also invited to pledge the honorable
brotherhood fraternity at Weatherton Hall.
11. Brother Trace found college to be to his liking. He enjoyed
studying and made many friends. Despite his popularity though, he
made little progress with the female population. Preferring
instead, the company of his own sex. He was of course taken aback
when an intimate moment between he and his good friend James
Prescott led to a kiss. Trace was suddenly left to ponder this
unexpected and uninvited discovery about himself.
12. Abigail started at Sterlington Ladies College clouded by an
air of melancholy. She threw herself into her studies while nursing
a disappointed heart over the disappearance of shopboy Amar Akuma.
For whom she had a childish affection.Finally at a party thrown by
her brothers, she was introduced to Mr. Barrington Finch with whom
she had an instant connection. After a brief period of flirtation,
Abby realized that he was theoneand decided to have he and her
parents meet in hopes that the elder Norringtons would approve and
give them leave to continue their courtship.
13. Thus the day arrived and Abby was thoroughly excited to see
her mother's carriage approach the ladies dorm. She dashed out with
a great smile on her face. "Mama!" "Abby dearest!" The two embraced
warmly. "Where is Papa? Didn't he come along?" "I am sorry dear but
your father sends you his warmest regards. He claims to have to see
to his ailing fish. You know how he is." Evelyn placed a comforting
hand on her daughter's cheek. "Between the two of us, I believe he
is simply trying to avoid the inevitable." "What would that be?"
"The parting of a father from one's first born daughter of
course."
14. They were soon joined by Barrington, who introduced himself
to Evelyn with the greatest amount of charm. Afterward, Abby
suggested they have tea in the music room while she played for them
both. Evelyn, who had always longed for a piano in the house, was
most eager to hear her daughter play. And so Barrington began to
state his cause with great enthusiasm. Never a more eager man would
you see in his appeal for Abby's hand. Abby herself only half
listened, having great faith in both Barrington's ability to woo
and her mother's gift for understanding.
15. "...And I have great desires for a family Mrs. Norrington.
Both Abigail and I have spoken at length our wishes for several
children. Though I am but an only child, she has shared with me her
many pleasant memories of growing up in a large family." Evelyn
smiled. "A family man... this is quite an affable quality. I wonder
perhaps if my daughter hasn't coached you in all the correct words
to win me over, Mr. Finch." Barrington chuckled lightly. "If that
were so, I would be wise to follow whatever advice she may bestow.
For I find Abigail to be of great thoughtfulness and wit." He
paused for a moment. "All flattery aside, I adore your daughter
Mrs. Norrington. Have from perhaps the moment I clamped eyes on her
and nothing would make me happier than looking after her for the
rest of her life." "Don't you mean, the rest ofyourlife?"
Barrington shook his head. "You heard me right. Even should I part
with her prematurely, I'll see to it that Abigail is well looked
after."
16. Abby, who had stepped out for a moment, came back to find
both her mother and Barrington looking at her with pleased
expressions. "Have you, a pleasant talk?" She asked nervously.
17. Evelyn met her daughter with a warm embrace and said
softly. "You are both happily met. I shall see that your father
gets himself up here straight away." "Oh Mama! Thank you!" Abby
knew that having her mother's approval would go a long way in
convincing her father of Barrington's merit.
18. After Evelyn had departed, Abby and Barrington found
themselves in the music room alone. Cautiously Barrington took her
hands. "I think she liked me." Abby smiled. "Who wouldn't? Though
you might want to watch that charm of yours. Wouldn't want to make
me jealous." "You my dear, have absolutely nothing of which to be
jealous."
19. He reached up to caress but Abby gently rebuffed him.
"Please Barrington, not here. Not where all eyes may gaze on us.
The girls here are dreadful gossips. We would be subjected to all
manner of talk. It's enough that we're alone." Barrington nodded
with understanding. "Might I imagine it then?" "If you must." She
giggled.
20. Though she'd never admit to it, Abby was doing a bit of
imagining herself.
21. Back over at the men's college, Asher, Raymond and James
were occupying themselves with a spirited game of mahjong. Raymond
had heard quite the story of how Miss Montgomery's new shoes
suffered at the feet of her clumsy dance partner, James, while at
the clubhouse dance. James only blushed and added that he'd already
profusely apologized to the irate Miss Montgomery and had made
plans to purchase her a new pair of dance slippers. The truth was,
that despite Trace's wonderful dancing instruction, James had been
far too distracted to watch out for Miss Montgomery's lower limbs.
He'd found himself wishing he were still in that cozy corridor
dancing with Trace. Speaking of... "Asher, have you seen your
brother today? I find he's been rather scarce lately." Asher nodded
at James in agreement. "That he has. Claims to be working on his
term paper. Don't mind him. Once he passes the semester, he'll
lighten up a bit."
22. Tracehadbeen scarce. More than, actually. He was actively
keeping to himself while he tried to sort out his new and quite
disturbing feelings. Truth was, he couldn't seem to get James or
that kiss out of his mind. Their shared moment went against
everything he'd been raised to believe about himself and his
future. He was meant to meet a nice girl, settle down and have a
family. An unexpected affection for a handsome young man had
nothing to do with those plans.
23. While Trace experienced his very own identity crisis,
Stuart finally got around to visiting his little girl at school.
Despite his efforts to put it off, Stuart could barely contain
himself when he laid eyes on his beautiful daughter. Abby had grown
into a lovely woman and it made him even less eager to give her up
to the, according to his wife,'charming and dashing young Mr.
Finch'.
24. "Papa! I was worried you wouldn't come." "My Abby," Stuart
whispered brokenly as he held his girl close. "I can't believe how
you've blossomed." "Oh please don't cry Papa." Abby consoled
sweetly. "No matter how old I get, I'll always be your girl."
25. They shared a tender moment of understanding before Abby
broke away and noticed Barrington arriving. Her face lit up as she
went off to greet him. Stuart watched the glow of his daughter in
love and realized that he was truly losing her. Of course she would
always love him, but he was no longer the man in her life. That
role now belonged to thisupstart , thischarmingyoung man.True, it
was the natural course of things; a woman shall leave her father's
home and cleave to her husband. Her place by his side, to follow
throughout the world. But that didn't mean he had to like it. And
itcertainlydidn't mean he had to make it easy on the boy.
26. "Nervous?" Abby whispered. "No." Barrington lied and
cleared his throat. "He looks a bit... intense." "That's just his
serious face. He's really nothing more than a plant loving softy.
Just be yourself. Oh, and you might mention that you enjoy fishing.
He'll like that." "Fishing?" Abby smirked. "Trust me." While Stuart
and Barrington set off for a game of chess, Abby followed along
much more slowly. She ran into her dorm mate Andrastia on the way
to the great room. "Abigail, I noticed Mr. Finch is entertaining
your father. Do I sense a proposal on the horizon?" "You'll get no
gossip from me." Abby hedged with a smile. "Your guess is as good
as mine."
27. Barrington sat nervously while Stuart glared at him from
across the board. It had been much easier talking
toMrs.Norrington."So... what do you think of fish?"
28. Meanwhile Abby tried not to worry and focused on her game
with Jarret Starling and Miss Lindsey Cantrell. Yet despite their
pleasant (and witty, in the case of flirtatious Mr. Starling)
company, Abby's mind was adrift. If her father didn't approve of
Barrington, then there would be no future for the two of them. She
could never seek out the company of one her father opposed.
(handicap alert! any young men wanting to marry my legacy girls,
must befriend the father or head of household first. tedious but
realistic, i think)
29. "Let's cut to the point of my visit." Stuart interrupted
Barrington's ramblings. "My daughter has taken a fancy to you and I
am assuming you feel the same." "Yes, I..." "And you're looking to
gain my approval, in the hopes that I'll allow you to marry
Abigail." "Well..." "As if I would give you permission to pack up
and cart my first born daughter and take her away. What on earth
makes you think you're worthy of her?" "Uh... I don't..." "Charm
may be all that my wife requires for approval but then again, she
did agree tomysuit. You'll find that I'm not quite so
accommodating." Barrington sighed. He hadcertainlynoticedthat
.
30. Things weren't looking good for dear Barrington, but as the
day went on, our hero valiantly pressed his suit. Stuart wasn't an
easy egg to crack. This was his beloved first born girl up for
discussion. Abigail had won her father's heart from the moment he
laid eyes on her. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he and
Barrington had this in common. And it was enough to make both men
put their cards on the table.After hours of heated conversation,
where neither gentleman would even break for tea, they reached a
point of mutual respect. Stuart didn't have to like Barrington to
see that he would be a good match for his precious daughter. The
boy was capable and hardworking. And more to the point, he had won
the heart of the most important person in the equation.
31. Finally when things seemed to have quieted down, Abby left
her game, approached and glanced between her father and Barrington.
"Well?" Stuart looked up from his chair. "Go on," He urged
Barrington. "Tell her." That bit of encouragement made the young
man smile. "He said yes." Abby gasped. "He did?! Oh
Barrington!"
32. "Oh, don't mind me." Stuart turned his attention elsewhere
and tried to ignore the amorous display.
33. Though he wasn't entirely left out. "Thank you so much
Papa!" Abby embraced her father tightly. "You've no idea how much
this means to me!" Stuart thought back to the day Evelyn had
accepted his less than stellar proposal and smirked. "Oh, I think I
might."
34. After Abby had said her goodbyes to both her father and
Barrington, Jarret Starling also decided that it was time to
depart. He thanked Abby for her hospitality and expressed his hope
that they would again entertain one another's company soon. But if
Abigail had known what he wasreallythinking, she would not have
been at all pleased. Naughty, naughty Mr. Starling.
35. The next day Abby was forced to calm her irate older
brother who had apparently heard some unseemly gossip about she and
Jarret Starling. "Asher would you please calm yourself! There's
absolutely nothing of note between Mr. Starling and myself. I
hardly even know him." "You spent the afternoon in his company!"
"Playingmahjong ! And in the company of other people, I might add.
One of them being ourfather ! Honestly, don't you know me at all?
Instead of accusing me of such acts, you might want to spend your
time defending my name!"
36. "What do you think I've spent my entire morning doing?!"
*sigh *"I'm sorry. I simply heard that dreadful Starling talking
and I forgot myself. Between this and Trace acting so out of
character..." "What about Trace?" Abby asked concerned. "Is he
alright?" "I don't know." Asher answered honestly. "He's been out
of sorts lately. He's not even playing chess as much as usual." "Oh
dear," Abby sighed. "Thatisserious."
37. True, Trace had been keeping to his self imposed isolation.
So much so that Asher had sought out James for answers to his
brother's odd behavior. "Surely he's spoken to you. Before this the
two of you were nearly inseparable." James shrugged awkwardly. "He
hasn't said a word to me, I swear it. If fact, I was beginning to
suspect that perhaps it wasmycompany he's been avoiding." "Whatever
for?" Asher shook his head in frustration. "Trace always was the
quiet one when he was a boy but I thought school had changed him.
He's made friends with such ease. I wonder if it's all been a bit
much for him perhaps. I must make more of an effort to draw him
out."
38. And indeed he did. Asher cornered his brother and forced
Trace to spend the afternoon in his company on pain of
death."Asher," Trace sighed in exasperation. "I've told you, I'm
feeling quite fine. I've just wanted to keep to myself, is all."
"Hello fellows." Raymond joined them with a pleasant smile. "Have
you heard the news?" "What news?" Trace asked, happy for the
interruption. "About James Prescott." "What about him?" Asher
asked, not noticing how rigid Trace had become.
39. "Seems Miss Montgomery's father was concerned about the
amount of time she and James were spending together so he hired a
private investigator to look into the Prescott family. Apparently
James' parents are bankrupt and are in dept up to their ears. Once
Miss Prescott realized that James had no money, she accused him,
publicly mind you, of trying to marry above his station. She ended
their acquaintance right there." "Over money." Asher made a face of
disbelief. "How terribly shallow. I had it on good authority that
she was in love with James." "So much for love." Raymond chuckled.
"I say the poor chap got off easy. Miss Montgomery strikes me as
the sort of woman who would turn into a harpy as soon as he slid a
ring on her finger." "And how is James taking this sudden change in
events?" Asher politely inquired. "Like a gentleman as always."
Raymond shook his head in wonder. "He didn't deny her accusations
or anything. If I didn't know any better, I would assume he hadn't
been at alloffended."
40. "He's a better man than I." Asher offered before lying his
pieces down in a row. "I win!" "You are the world's greatest prat."
Raymond huffed in annoyance.Neither noticed that Trace was silently
staring into space throughout their entire conversation.
41. At her brother's request, Abigail invited Miss Ormley (and
her not so sunny disposition) over to the men's college. Asher was
overly pleased to see them both. Abby had always been good with
Trace's moods and Sarah was a lovely young woman in her own right.
Unfortunately, Trace didn't feelquitethe same way. "You two have a
nice talk." Asher encouraged as he and Abby went indoors. "Uh...
yeah." Trace answered, completely at a loss.
42. "Is he doing any better?" Asher shrugged. "I can't tell
you. He has barely spoken above two words to me all day. Hopefully
Miss Ormley will improve his mood." "Perhaps." Abby nodded and then
chuckled. "It's a shame Mama didn't forceyouto learn dancing. From
where I'm standing, you seem to have two left feet." "Be nice."
Asher mock scolded. "I've tried but the lessons didn't take.
Besides, if you continue to make fun, I'll tell everyone that those
dreadful rumors spread by Mr. Starling are true." "Pish posh." Abby
scowled. "You wouldn't dare. Those rumors would reflect just as
badly on you as they would me. Besides, I'm your sister. It's in
your nature to look after me." Asher pouted. "True. How do you
suppose the two of them are getting along?" "I could always look in
on them, if you like."
43. "So... how do you feel about... music?" Poor Trace. Trying
to make polite conversation with Miss Ormley was like having
several teeth pulled.
44. When Abby hadn't returned to the parlor, Asher went in
search of his sister. As he passed Basil Roth's room, Mr.
Starling's rude comments about Abigail's preference for redheads
resurfaced in Asher's mind. He paused and considered continuing on
his way. But when he heard a familiar voice, Asher scowled and
entered the room without knocking.
45. To his utter disbelief, there was Abby talking with Mr.
Roth and Henry Mallison. How could she be so careless with her
reputation?! Especially after having been warned about the recent
gossip surrounding she and certain company? Clinging to his temper
by a thread, Asher asked his sister to meet him downstairs in a
curt voice. Mr. Mallison was smart enough to vacate the room with
no such encouragement. Only when Abby had closed the door behind
her did Asher unleash his venom on Basil.
46. "We were simply discussing the view of the quad." Basil
argued sensibly. "Henry can certainly vouch for the two of us."
"Considering the questionable company he keeps, Mr. Mallison is
hardly what I would call a reliable character witness!" "While I
understand your concern, I've done nothing to deserve such
suspicion, Asher. I amnotMr. Starling! Your sister's company is
pleasing and I respect her too much to do anything that would
create malicious gossip about her." "And inviting her up to your
room to'view the quad'is acceptable behavior is it?! You stay away
from my sister Basil. If I ever discover you and her in the same
room together again, I'll take great pleasure in proving just how
few nice points Ireallyhave."
47. Asher was so angry that he couldn't bring himself to even
speak to his sister. Abby watched him crudely shovel food into his
mouth in silence. Finally... "I'm sorry you think so poorly of me
Asher, but you are not my father. It isn't your place to curb my
behavior."
48. "Abigail!" Trace's smile faded as his sister walked by him
with barely a glance. He could practicallysmellthe fumes of a
heated argument and wondered what he'd missed. His talk with Sarah
had at leastendeda bit better this time around. She seemed to be
warming up to him butveryslowly.
49. When Trace found his brother, Asher was desperately in need
of a stress reliever. Figuring that he would be more liable to talk
after blowing off some steam, Trace ushered his older sibling over
to the university gymnasium. The brothers enjoyed a playfully
competitive game of marco polo and Asher slowly began to tell small
bits of his tale.
50. By the time they were sweltering in the sauna, Trace was
beginning to make some headway. "There's a chance Basil was telling
the truth Asher. I have class with him and he appears to be a solid
young man. I know for a fact that he's quite the talented artist
much like Abby. Perhaps they really were only taking in the view of
the quad. And Henry was there with them so they weren't alone..."
"She should know better Trace."
51. "You can't blame Abby for her naivety. Mama and Papa
sheltered us something awful. It's no wonder she made such an
innocent blunder." "Trace, innocent or not, people are unforgiving
when a woman behaves inappropriately. If Barrington were to catch
wind of this..." "Barrington is level headed and he loves our
sister. He would give her the benefit of the doubt, as should
you."
52. Back at the Ladies college, Lora had finally arrived, her
dress trimmed to the nines. She had but one objective and that was
to find a suitable husband. He didn't necessarily need to be rich
but reasonably wealthy was preferable. And while she was searching,
Lora intended on molding herself into the most desirable wife. Her
future spouse would want no other once he had her on his arm.
(reminder: lora rolled romance. she wants a creative man with
facial hair but no werewolves please. 4 sloppy, 4 shy, 4 lazy, 7
playful, 6 nice) Abby, still fuming over she and Asher's
disagreement, greeted her sister eagerly. "Oh Lora, it's been
absolutely miserable without you here!"
53. "Miserable? How can you say so?" Lora asked. "What about
that young man you've met, Mr. Finch? Mama has told me about him
and Papa has already approved him. I'm so envious. Do you think
he'll propose soon?" "Slow down, Lora." Abby giggled. "Though we're
quite... fond of one another, there has been no understanding.
Barrington and I..." "Barrington?" Lora swooned. "Such a name. Is
he very handsome? Mama said he has quite a noble brow." "Really?
What else does Mama say?"
54. "Only that she finds him to be very handsome and quite
worthy of you.." Abby blushed. "Well, between the two of us, though
he hasn't asked me yet... I've reason to believe he will very
soon." "Oooooh!" Lora swooned once again. "How wonderful! Only two
semesters and you've already made such a match. That's you all
sorted out. Now it's my turn. I only hope I'm as fortunate."
55. Despite her one tracked mind, Lora fit into college life
easily enough. Between classes and assignments, she constantly
pondered how she would go about finding the perfect match.
56. Like Trace she was popular and was constantly swarmed by
young ladies wishing to bid her compliments. Lora accepted the
attention with grace of course... But for the most part she was
oblivious to her many admirers. For a romance sim, Lora was quite
dedicated to finding Mr. Right.
57. Against Abby's better judgment, Lora decided to indulge
herself by having her fortune told by the old gypsy lady that
wandered the campus. Most considered her an old fraud looking to
make a penny or two, but it was only a bit of fun. What harm could
it do?
58. Lora was only hoping for a glimpse at her future love. She
hadn't expected a prediction about her ideal suitor. Or
perhapsnotso ideal by the look on her face.
59. Mr. Sebastian Straight appeared to be a sailor in the royal
navy. It seemed he was on leave for a short time but hadn't a clue
how to occupy himself. A bad map had him lost on campus and in a
distracted state, he walked right into the lamp post where Lora and
Gypsy Fairchild happened to be conversing.
60. Ms. Fairchild inquired about his state of well being and
then politely insisted that he allow her dear friend Miss
Norrington to look after him. At least until he felt fit to be on
his way one more. Still dizzy from his impact, Sebastian was more
than pleased with the proposition. Sweet Lora believed it to be
fate so she approached him with no qualms. (note: professor byron
edwards has sat by the dorm doors watching all of this and waiting
for his window of opportunity. keep wishing pal. she's not going
for you)
61. "So you say you're lost? Have you never been to
Simcambridge before?" Mr. Straight was well traveled which
interested Lora immensely. But one look at his wants told me that
he wasnotan honorable man. Fortunately he felt Lora, for all her
beauty, was a bit innocent for his tastes. So perhaps he had
asmidgenof honor in there somewhere. Despite Lora's
disappointment,Iwas certainly pleased when he said a polite goodbye
without revealing his unseemly intentions.
62. Later that evening, Lora wondered to herself what might
have chased the sailor off. She guessed correctly when she assumed
it had something to do with her innocence. It was a bitter pill to
swallow but she finally admitted that her woeful knowledge of men
(or lack thereof) came only from harlequin romance novels. Lora
began to worry that her naivety might keep her from finding the
perfect man. She would need to find some way of becoming more
informed and perhaps a bit more experienced without spoiling
herself.
63. Back at the men's college, Trace had finally gotten up the
nerve to again request Miss Ormley's presence at dinner. Despite
having made friends, he didn't seem to be looking forward to their
evening out. "Come now Trace, it mustn't be that bad. You said your
last talk went quite well. And she did accept your invitation,
that's saying something." "I suppose." Trace sighed. "We simply
seem to have so little in common. The conversation is always
forced. It puts my stomach into knots." "Well did you discuss music
like I suggested? It's always a winning subject." "Yes Asher. We
discussed music, dancing, politics, travel, the weather... I even
made mention of Papa's fish. But honestly, I believe she finds that
lamp post outside far more interesting than she does me."
64. Later that evening, James, after hearing some troubling
news, went in search of Trace. Being avoided no longer worked for
him. He needed a straight answer to a not so straight question.
(giggle) He discovered the object of his affections in the
parlor.
65. "I can not take it anymore." James said melodramatically.
"Is what they're saying true... about you and Miss Ormley? Are you
seeing her for dinner tonight?" Trace was taken aback. "Yes. Why
should this upset you so?" "Seeing you with another? It shouldn't I
suppose, but I still can't bear it." "You didn't seem to mind when
you were courting Miss Montgomery." Trace said testily. James
sighed. "She was pleasant... at times. But she was never anything
more than an obligation to be filled. As I'm sure you've heard, I
have a duty to my family to marry well." "It's the same for me." "I
know, but don't you find it somewhat unfair, all the same?" Trace
stared back at him with confused eyes and James huffed. "Who am I
kidding? Here I am behaving like a jealous, besotted fool when in
truth I must mean absolutely nothing to you."
66. Trace gentle took James' hands. "Not nothing." Despite the
confusion ofwhatthey might have between them, James felt a little
bit better as Trace left for his evening out.
67. The date started off on the wrong foot almost immediately.
Trace clearly wasn't looking forward to it, his mind and perhaps
his heart still back at the dorms. He stumbled over conversation,
finding it a great difficulty to stay focused. He finally tried for
a joke in hopes of breaking the tension. Sarah too felt awkward and
forced herself to laugh so hysterically, Trace questioned whether
she were having a fit.
68. "Must I really do this?" Could a young man look any less
eager to have a date?
69. Dinner was somewhat strained. Though it did seem that Sarah
was putting in a bit more effort this time around. She too seemed
distracted and her attempts at polite conversation were halfhearted
at best. When their meal was over, Trace politely offered Miss
Ormley his arm, only to be rebuffed once again."I'm sorry but I can
not do this!" Sarah excused herself in a flurry of frustrated
tears.
70. After a few minutes, Trace went in search of his dinner
companion and found her pacing the hall. "Miss Ormley?" "My
apologies Mr. Norrington but I can not continue this farce. I trust
you've noticed by now that the odds of the two of us making one
another content is preposterous. While I do have some... regard for
you, I must admit to having absolutely no interest in you what so
ever. Or any other man to be honest." She paused. "To put it
plainly, I much prefer the company of my own sex." Trace stared for
a moment. "I see."
71. The he smiled. "It looks as though we finally have
something in common, Miss Ormley." "Is that so?" She answered him
kind. "Shall we part amicably then? I do desire to remain your
friend." "It would be a pleasure. Shall I see you home?" "Yes
and..." She smiled shyly. "Thank you Trace."
72. "So," Asher said. "How did it go?" "Oh, we've agreed to
remain friends." "Hm." Asher nodded and watched his brother eat his
food. "That badly eh?" "Suicidal actually."
73. James had spent the previous evening in misery, wondering
how Trace's dinner had gone. He swore that he wouldn't grovel for
answers but he found he was losing his resolve rapidly. "Trace," He
cleared his throat awkwardly as he entered the parlor. "Mind if I
join you?" Trace stood and greeted him with a smile. "Forget chess.
Fancy a dancing lesson?" To say that James was ecstatic would be
unnecessary.
74. Later that day Lora made a surprise visit to the Men's
college and greeted her older brother joyously. Trace couldn't
believe how grown up his sister had become. Despite their
differences, he hoped she hadn't changed too much with age.
Fortunately she didn't disappoint him. Lora had come with one goal
in mind. To meet a nice young man. She claimed it was Trace's duty
to introduce her to one of his dorm mates. After all Asher had
found Barrington for Abby. It was only fair they do the same for
Lora.Trace agreed with a smile though he wasn't certain who might
be a safe bet for his little sister to practice her charms on. He
didn't want to cause another scandal for Asher to get up in arms
over. Suddenly the perfect guy came to mind.
75. "Raymond." Trace greeted amicably. "Are you terribly busy?
Might I steal you away from your studies? There is someone I'd like
you to meet." (from his negative attraction, i'm assuming that
trace sees ray as non threatening and therefore safe for his
sister)
76. "Hello Miss Norrington. Raymond McFerren at your service. I
must admit myself quite surprised. I never expected your over
protective brothers to introduce me to such a lovely creature."
"Thank you." Lora smiled. "I must be frank with you Mr. McFerren.
I've come in hopes that you might do me a favor." "A favor?"
77. Meanwhile, Asher's rush initiation into Weatherton Hall was
taking place outside. Both Barrington Finch and Roger Davies came
to congratulate him on making it into the brotherhood.
78. "A kiss?!" Raymond sputtered in surprise. "You wish for me
to kiss you?" "I know it is rather forward of me." Lora blushed
fetchingly. "But I find myself woefully lacking in my knowledge of
men. How am I ever to find a suitable match if I remain so
pathetically innocent?" "But a kiss?" Raymond repeated. "Do you
know what your brothers woulddoto me? There have already been death
threats made towards the last young man to be so forward with one
of you girls, and he onlyimaginedit."Lora giggled. "If I am to
attach myself to one man for the rest of my life, I should have
some idea of what I'm looking for, shouldn't I?" "But..." "Come
now, is it really so awful? It is but a kiss. And I trust you're an
honorable man who would never risk my humble reputation in favor of
gloating about your good fortune. My brothers need never know and I
would appreciate your help ever so much."
79. Well, when she put it that way, Raymond found it too
difficult to resist such a tempting offer. The ladywasbeautiful and
promising discretion. What more could a romance sim ask for?If Miss
Norrington wanted a kiss, than a kiss she shall have. After a quick
glance to ensure they were alone, he swept her into his arms and
gave it his all. Opportunities such as this did not present
themselves everyday after all.
80. A few moments later they pulled apart, gazing at one
another breathlessly. "Was that what you had in mind Miss
Norrington?" "Yes," Lora gasped with stars in her eyes. "Was it to
your liking?" "Very much so. Thank you ever so much Mr.
McFerren."
81. Despite her impropriety, Lora couldn't have chosen a better
candidate on whom to bestow her charms. Raymond was, after all,
Asher's best friend. They both had as much to lose if their shared
kiss was ever found out. Fortunately, Raymond's intentions were
honorable. He really cared about the Norrington boys and wouldn't
do anything to jeopardize the friendships he had made. (only the
most loyal of friends would play a congratulatory game of water tag
in alightningstorm. boys, yeesh) Aside from Olivia, Raymond was the
only one capable of putting up with Asher's unending
exuberance.
82. He took all his blows with grace.
83. And if Trace discovered a flowery scented 'thank you'
letter addressed to Raymond from his own sister, it was fortunate
he kept this fact to himself.
84. And rightly so since Asher wasstillfuming over Jarret
Starling's rumors about Abby. By now the young man's hatred of
redheads was becoming notorious. "Asher, perhaps you should simply
let it go."
85. "I refuse! The honor of our family is on my shoulders,
don't you see?" Asher spoke impassioned. "The very thought of my
beloved siblings engaging in questionable acts upsets me to the
point of violence. I'll do whatever it takes to protect you all
from slander. Even if I need to protect you from yourselves." Trace
thought of himself and James and cringed. What Asher didn't know
wouldn't kill him. And it would certainly keep the potential body
count down as well.
86. Which was just as well since Asher had now set his
protective sights on Trace and James' close friendship. He wasn't
pleased at how James managed to distract his brother from seeking
out a future companion. Seeing how James and Miss Montgomery's
courtship had ended, Asher didn't think he was a good example for
his younger brother.
87. "So I was wondering if you had set your eyes on any other
young ladies here at school." Asher's attempt at subtlety fell
flat. Even clueless Raymond caught the eager tone of Asher's voice.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out with Miss Ormley, even more sorry
because I introduced you. But it's no reason to quit. "You're a
fetching young man, Trace and any girl would be fortunate to have
you. You only need to search for the right one. She wont simply
throw herself into your arms." Raymond choked snort was ignored as
he left the table. "There's a time when you have to lay aside
childish past times and take up your adult responsibilities. We all
must grow up Trace." Asher finished with an encouraging smile on
his face.
88. "Grow up." Trace nodded. "That we must." Trace knew his
brother had his best interests at heart, but his words didn't sit
well.Was that how it was with James? Was he using James in order to
cling to his boyhood and avoid growing up? Or was it more?
89. The next morning Trace walked his brother downstairs. Asher
was moving into Weatherton Hall to complete his post graduate
studies. He gives one last death glare to Basil Roth's door as they
pass. "Yes Asher, we get it. You hate the redheads. I agree,
they're all sickening. Could we perhaps move on now?"
90. Look after yourself little brother. Perhaps you'll be
joining me in a little while." Trace was going to miss living with
his brother but was also looking forward to the independence of
being alone.
91. Weatherton hall, home of the brotherhood at Sterlington
University.
92. "Trace," Jarret looked up from his schoolwork. "I heard the
strangest rumor about your brother Asher. Something about his
wanting to kill all redheads who evenlookat your sisters. Is this
true?" "Don't play innocent Jarret." Trace snapped. "It's because
ofyourill chosen words that my brother has turned vigilante against
all those with copper hair in the first place." "You can't be
serious?" The boy scoffed. "I never eventouchedher! Or the other!"
"And you never will if you value your life. If he so much as
suspects you ofthinkingabout them, I would advise you change
schools, and immediately."
93. "So your brother has left you all by your lonesome." James
smirked as he joined Trace for a game of chess the next morning.
"Yes, but I suppose I will cope somehow." Trace joked. "I must
admit myself somewhat relieved." James said hesitantly. "I was
beginning to suspect he didn't care for me too much." Trace sighed.
"He's worried that I'm allowing a childish friendship to impede on
the time Ishouldbe using to find myself a wife." "Perhaps he is
right. Perhaps wearedistracting ourselves from the reality of our
obligations."
94. "Do you..." James took a deep breath. "Do you wish to end
our friendship?" "No!" Trace snapped. "Whether or not we are
engaged in folly, I will not cast you aside for someone I've yet to
meet! I need only wave about my inheritance and any number of
foolish girls will come running. But a best friend..." Trace gazed
at James affectionately. "That is something I treasure." James
smiled. "However I've managed it, I count myself fortunate having
gained your loyalty." They played quietly for a while before Trace
began to fidget and stood. "Oh sod this game." He finally decided
to give into his impulses. Life was short and his opportunity for
happiness a fleeting thing. "Let's do something else." "Such as?"
James took the hand offered.
95. It was unexpected but James certainly wasn't
complaining.
96. "Uh Trace, were you serious about changing schools if
anyone was caught with one of your sisters?" * sigh * Take it to
your grave Raymond.
97. As we wrap up this chapter, all is peaceful in the Simself
Manor. Tune in next time to find out if Asher will study anger
management and whether Barrington will ever propose to Abby. Will
Lora stop at her first kiss? And is Trace willing to cast aside his
father's lifelong happiness for his own? Thanks for reading!
(special thanks to hannahkoolio, writer of "the victoriacy" and
peasant007, writer of "the reluctant legacy". both can be found at
boolprop.com. also, thanks to all the talented cc makers out there,
especially mts2 and all about style. without which, this legacy
couldn't be made)