Hi there. I’m happy to share but I think you’re supposed to run all lots through Clean Installer. As I understand it, that is to make sure that no unwanted CC comes attached to the lot. Honestly, I’d even be willing to rebuild some of the residential lots (and not have a Sim on the lot) in order to be able to share them if someone really wants them. But again I have a Mac, so I don’t think Clean Installer will work for me. 

I'm so sad that I didn't find this amazing fic sooner because I looooooved the story

Am I too late ?

Maybe.

@helthehatter you are such an amazing writer!

“And what was my reward for leading my brother to his doom?

I stole his crown.”

@helthehatter

@rieth8998

Judith had gone into shock when the fox’s lips touched hers, it was a simple press of the lips but her fur still stood on end.

A few seconds that felt like an eternity and Nicholas pulled away, and Judith didn’t understand how his expression was so causal when her world was imploding.

The fox let out a yawn that startled her. “I’m tired,” he stated. “I think I’ll go to bed early.” He stood up and turned on his heel without so much as a glance at her. “Goodnight, Carrots.”

He was out of sight when Judith found her voice. “What?” She grabbed her ears, “WHAT?”

Not sure what to do Judith slipped into the pond to cool her thoughts. Holding her breath under the water and hoping the cold liquid would wash away the burning of her mouth. She had no idea what to think…was that even legal? The only acceptable time a king kissed someone below his station was when-when the lower mammal was his mistress. Judith gasped then remembered she was under water, swimming through air bubbles she spluttered to the surface, coughing.

“I-I’m not his mistress,” she told the night. “I never agreed to it-and he didn’t say anything! He was just teasing me!”

Still, Judith had no intention of going back into the castle or Nicholas’ bed chamber. She needed time alone to calm down and figure out what she was going to do.

As she walked through the gardens to the training grounds her eyes were on her feet and her head was whirling. Odds were this really was a joke, now that she really thought about it Nicholas would do something like that. Still she didn’t know how she could go on pretending like everything was normal, like the kiss had never happened. But…what if that wasn’t the case? What if he had been serious and did want her as a mistress? What would Judith do? She supposed she could run away, start a new life in the islands of Riverway or in the mountains of Kingsland. But that felt like the coward’s way out.

But at the same time she couldn’t be his mistress!

She planned to one day, somehow, leave. And when she did she wanted to fall in love…maybe have a litter or two. But no buck would have her if she wasn’t a maiden…

Grass gave way to sand and the training ground stood before Judith. She decided whacking a straw animal with a stick was a good way to ease her nerves.

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Nicholas was mature enough to admit that maybe his mother had had a point at his coronation. His lack of female companionship had him kissing Judith and his insides were twisted painfully throughout his walk down the castle’s hallways. Luckily no mammal that passed him noticed. And when he spotted Finnick, he was always loitering around; he dragged him to a deserted hallway to confess to his friend.

And the fennec laughed.

“It’s not my fault though,” Nicholas assured himself over the laughter. “I’m a grown mammal who spends far too much time with a rabbit instead of a vixen. I mean think about it, Carrots still follows me around like a shadow and eats dinner with us, we share a bed! And-and-I was still under the influence of alcohol, that’s all. Any mammal in my place would’ve done the same and STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME!”

Finnick calmed down and wiped away a tear, still grinning. “Help you with what?”

“My dilemma!” Nicholas tried to keep his voice calm but his bristling fur betrayed him. Finnick’s thick brows furrowed, “What? You don’t want that rabbit as your mistress?”

Nicholas’ eyes narrowed and his teeth flashed, “No. I don’t.”

She was his ward and a rabbit! Besides the Foxhollow royalty weren’t ones to keep consorts, Nicholas didn’t need more than one lover. But he still needed a distraction. As if reading his mind Finnick spoke, “I know a nice tavern in town, full of vixens, if you need to relieve that tension that bunny caused. We can go tomorrow after your kingly duties are done.”