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December 9, 1894

The funeral service for Grover was hard for Eva to go through. She tried to remain strong for her husband and children, and as her position as the eldest of his children. It took so much out of her by the end of the day, and once he was buried in the ground, she wanted nothing more than to lay there beside him.

The reality of it all hit her the hardest upon setting her eyes on his headstone. Eva was now an orphan with no more parents in this world to guide her along. How was she expected to continue on without them? Her loneliness almost consumed her there in that cemetery before she turned her head and her eyes landed on her brother. Her dear brother, dressed in black, who did not look sad in the slightest.

April, 1895

To try and get back into better spirits, Evaline hosted a soiree in the springtime well after the snow had melted. In doing so, Evaline craved to return back to the version of herself before her father's death. The one even before children who partied and carried on in life without any worries. It felt impossible, however Eva was once that girl before. Surely she could return to her.

Getting all dressed up and painted, Evaline went on to ready her children as well. She would allow them just two hours to join in on the festivities with their guests. And the boys were very excited to be apart!

For those first few hours Eva easily lost herself in the music and laughter. The swell of people allowed her to sway in and out of her mind. She focused her time on her boys and the fun of having them there with her.

her. In spite of that, when it was time for them to retire for the night, Eva suddenly found herself empty again. The party continued on but she could not find it within herself to do so as well.

After just one more glass, Eva kissed her husband goodnight and returned to her bedroom, where she cried herself deep into the darkness.

December 9, 1894

Evaline: You came. Irving: He was still my father, Eva. E: I just... didn't expect you to. I'm relieved that you are here.

I: ... Don't think anything to come from this. E: What do you mean?

I: I came to pay my respects, even if he didn't have any for me when he was alive. E: Irving...

I: What the two of you did to me will never be forgiven, Sister. Not in this lifetime. E: Please, please do not do this. I cannot do this without my brother. I: I will not-

E: You have two nephews. Two wonderful nephews who should know who their uncle is.

I: They will have to grow up without knowing me. That was a choice made by you.

Name: Evaline Charlotte Baudelaire (nee Stanfield) Lifespan: 1872 - Pronouns: She/her Relationship: Married Traits: Moody, Art lover, Family Orientated, Silver Spoon Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Evaline Charlotte Baudelaire (nee Stanfield) was the eldest daughter of Grover and Marie Stanfield. As the eldest, she was always held to a higher standard to her younger brother, Irving. Unlike most families of her time, her father valued her birth over the birth of his only son. Grover Stanfield gave everything to his daughter and respected her as his eldest child. She was given an education past her younger years and graduated high school at seventeen. Evaline was intelligent, bright and eager to start her life in the up-and-coming world. A lot of her ambitions changed when she met Walter Baudelaire, an archeologist apprentice. Evaline decided it was best to wed her loving beau and secure herself a household.

Despite the norms of society, Evaline was given her family's ancestral home over her brother. This has created a rift between the two siblings, and although they were never really close, Evaline hopes this issue will be settled with soon.

December, 1892

It was a cold winter's morning when Evaline had to rush out of bed and down the MANY stairs to the outhouse. How she didn't wake her husband she hadn't the faintest idea. Once outside, she vomitted all of the contents of her stomach and more until she could no longer stand to strain herself.

A horrid thought crossed her mind; had she contracted something? Had she given it to her son? Would his tiny body not be able to handle it, could he die? It was all in the split of a second, for she then abruptly knew the reason for her illness.

Trekking back inside and to her bedroom, Eva gently awoke her husband with a smile to her face. "Walter," she cooed to his sleep, "Walter, my darling, wake up."

"What for?" he groaned aside. Stifling her laughter, Evaline whispered three soft-lined words, "I'm with child."

This resulted in Walter throwing the sheets to the side and swallowing his wife in his arms. Another baby, they were going to have another baby!

April, 1890

ℳ𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 ℰ𝓋𝒶,

I hope this letter finds you well. Although we have just been in the presence of one another, I cannot help but think of you and Walter in this time of grief. My mother could sense her time rapidly approaching the end, and we often spoke of it together. I share a sudden hole in my heart that I can only hope will heal with time, yet that is not what troubles me. 

My thoughts drift to you, my daughter. Do not let this be an omen to your marriage. This shall only be a test of the strength the both of you shall share. Allow yourselves to rest into one another, to hold each other up in this time of great need. I know it will be difficult, as death often is, but I am certain you and Walter will be stronger for it. I know you and your grandmother were very close, and as a father, my being aches as I cannot take away your pain. 

You are my darling girl. Do not forget it.

Your loving papa,

𝒢𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹

Late August, 1893

ℳ𝓎 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 ℰ𝓋𝒶,

I write this letter to you with great sorrow. I have fallen ill. Pnemonia, the doctor tells me. He says that there is hope for me, as I am in good shape for a man of my age. Alas, I fear he was only telling this old coot what he thought I'd like to hear. In truth I am not sure how much time is left for me and I do not wish to hide it from you. I may not live to see my grandchildren grow, or to meet any future little ones.

Please do not come to see me Eva. I would hate to have you contract any of my illness, and in turn contract it to the boys. I only ask for you to send as many letter as you can write, and to send any photographs of the children. I regret not meeting my newest grandson any sooner, and I would appreciate if you could give him a gentle hug from his old grandfather.

I love you, my dear. I will fight to beat this illness and meet Mycroft soon.

Your Loving Papa,

𝒢𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹

November, 1894

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓅𝒶,

It is so endearing to see how wonderfully my children are getting along. Sylas and Mycroft are practically attatched at the hip- they do nearly everything together! Sylas has taken to personally teaching his brother to speak. He will spend his entire afternoon sounding out sounds and pronunciating words together. It is an endearing sight to behold, Papa, and I know beyond hope you shall see it for yourself soon.

I had always prayed my children would be the closest of friends, and it appears my prayers were answered. Now I can only continue to pray any future babes will be the same. Nothing is more sacred than the friendship between siblings. They carry on after we are gone, and they are all they have left.

Your last letter arrived nearly two weeks late. Are you sure you are fairing well? Please tell me Papa, and I will be on the next train to see you.

With everlasting love,

ℰ𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 ℬ𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒