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I've been playing this Royal family in game for awhile (I'm about five generations past Queen Elizabeth). Most of the main events in this simblr also took place in my game but I have added some characters and made a few changes.
I found myself writing detailed backgrounds and storylines in my original plum tree so I figured why not make a simblr so others can enjoy my story too. I'm doing this purely for fun so I apologize in advance for spelling/grammar mistakes.
There are some adult themes or sensitive topics in my story. I will make sure to add a TW to those posts.
Story from the beginning: Here
Information:
Line of Succession -> Here
Trenton Laws, Tittles, and more -> Here
Crown Jewels -> Here
The Rutherfords Character Page -> Here
The Ingebretsons Character Page -> Here
Trenton Nobles Character Page-> Here
Trentonians Character Page -> Here
Other Characters Page -> Here
Family Echo -> Here
Links Trenton History:
Founding of Trenton -> Here
Battle of the Brothers -> Here
The Tale of Two Heirs -> Here
Moments in History -> Here
Countries Near Trenton:
Druzar -> Here
Irenda -> Here
Grateron -> Here
Axoiria -> Here
Slavell -> Here
Wain (WIP)
Brido -> Here
The Dancing Isles -> Here
Miscellaneous Links:
Interacting with other simblr guide - Here
Archenor AU - here
Ryland flashback - here
Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Mini Series collab with @ardeney-sims) - Here
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???: You know, I don't really appreciate being summoned like this.
Diana: I'm sorry. I just really need to talk to you.
Bria sarcastic: Of course, Your Majesty. Please tell me how I can serve you.
Diana: Bria, please. Have a seat.
Bria sighs
Diana: I've asked you here today because I think there is a real problem here at Willington.
Bria: You think?
Diana: Information about my brother's medical condition were withheld from me. He's in really bad shape and has been for some time, but I've only just heard of it.
Bria: I'm sorry to hear that, but you're kidding, right?
Diana: What do you mean?
Bria: You're complaining to me about medical information being withheld from you which is exactly what you did to me with my children!
Diana: But that's the problem, Bria. People are going behind my back which keeps me from being able to be honest with you or anyone.
Bria: Are you really blaming everyone else for your mistakes?
Diana: No! I just-
Bria: You know you never even apologized to me for that in person. You just call me here to give me bad news and then send your little minion to basically bribe and blackmail me.
Diana: Y-you're right, Bria. And I'm sorry. Truly. I should've told you what was going on right away with your children. I shouldn't have forced you to remove yourself from your company. I should have stood up as the leader instead of sitting back and allowing others to do and think for me. I-I've always had trouble trusting my own instincts.
Bria: Well... thank you. It's nice to finally hear it from you. You've really let me down as of late. And not just as a Queen, but a friend.
Diana: I'm sorry to have let you down. I want... I want to make this right.
Bria: Is that why you've called me here?
Diana: Yes, I need to regain control of Willington Palace. I've given my advisor too much power. She's keeping things from me, making decisions on my behalf... wait. Did you say she bribed and blackmailed you?
Bria: Well, she made me meet her at KBE after the meeting here where you broke the news about the illness. She promised me a number of things for my cooperation. Then, she turned around and made it seem like because she helped me, I should help her by being in the SimDependence parade.
Diana: I see. I was wondering about that appearance. I hadn't realized Lydia put you up to it.
Bria: Yes, all under the guise of she was doing so at your request and for the monarchy.
Diana sighs: See? This is the problem. I had no knowledge of any of these dealings. Lydia would just report that things were handled, and I trusted her to do it right.
Bria: Yeah, you've certainly got a mess on your hands, Your Majesty.
Diana sighs: Yes, one that must be fixed. That's why I need you.
Bria: What am I supposed to do? Have it out with your sidekick? That seems more like a "you" problem. Besides, can't you just fire her?
Diana: I wish I could, but that would reflect poorly on me especially since she has played such a large role. Not to mention, she could use information she has about the monarchy against me out of spite.
Bria: Oh, so you need her to resign.
Diana: Yes, yes! That's what I need. And that is why I called upon you. I've been trained to follow orders and keep the status quo. But, you-you're the exact opposite. You think outside the box and you're willing to stand up against what you believe is wrong. Even me.
Bria: Especially you.
Diana: Exactly. That's who I need by my side right now to get through this. Someone I can actually trust. Who has this family's best interest in mind. So... will you help me?
Bria sighs: I guess... but only because I never liked that lady anyway.
Diana chuckles: She is rather... rigid. You know, on top of being a liar and manipulator.
Bria: Yeah, you sure know how to pick 'em! Okay, here's what we should do...
While on the phone with Laura in the palace gardens, Napoleon V is unexpectedly interrupted by Eleanor, who immediately mistakes the conversation for evidence of an extramarital affair. A heated confrontation follows, as Madame Royale fiercely condemns the "Little Emperor's" behaviour while Louis struggles to defend the sincerity of his feelings for Laura. As the argument intensifies, each catches a glimpse of the other's emotional wounds, though neither is willing to reveal them completely. Their verbal sparring comes to an abrupt end when Eleanor's intoxication finally catches up with her, forcing Louis to set their disagreement aside and come to her aid.
TRANSCRIPTION
Louis replies to Laura's call with a text message. He tries to concentrate and turns his back on Eleanor.
Eleanor can’t help but laugh at the audacity.
Eleanor: This is actually incredible. You’re emotionally cheating in front of me and somehow I’m the inconvenience.
Louis finishes typing far too quickly, clearly flustered now.
Napoléon: You appeared out of nowhere, insulted Laura, and somehow I’m the morally questionable one in this conversation!
Eleanor: Mon dieu, for once, could you stop behaving like a man written by Tolstoy!? Because right now you look exactly like every man who’s ever destroyed a woman and then acted wounded when faced with the consequences.
Napoléon: And what exactly am I supposed to do then?
Eleanor: Don't cheat on your pregnant wife during a state visit, for starters.
Napoléon: I’m aware my personal life is a disaster, thank you.
Eleanor: See? That’s the problem. Men like you always think admitting you’re terrible somehow counts as growth.
Eleanor drunkenly mimic’s louis voice.
Eleanor: ‘Oui, oui! I’m emotionally destructive but at least I’m honest about it.’
She returns to her own voice.
Eleanor: Félicitations. You’ve evolved into a self-aware catastrophe.
Napoléon: Falling in love with someone is not a moral failing. She’s one of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever met. And believe me, I already hate myself enough for all of this. You don’t need to help.
Eleanor: You’re the worst type of man, honestly. One who genuinely loves someone while actively destroying them. At least cruel men are easier to survive.
Napoléon: People don’t usually say things like this unless someone teaches them to…
Louis studies her expression for a second longer.
Napoléon: Is that why you’re getting so wasted tonight?
Eleanor stops short, but immediately attempts to recover, not recovering as well as she normally would when sober.
Eleanor: Don’t flatter yourself. I’m drinking because Mozart emotionally assaulted me for three hours.
Napoléon: I suspect you were already angry long before Mozart got involved.
Eleanor: Non, don’t you dare do that.
Napoléon: I suspect you loved someone, but for you, it ended badly?
Eleanor: You know, most people have the decency not to conduct psychological evaluations in the gardens at one in the morning.
Napoléon: That’s rich coming from you. Don’t judge my situation, and I won’t judge yours. I saw how you were the night before…
Eleanor immediately locks up, almost as if by reflex. Having her vulnerability used as a weapon to silence her.
Eleanor: You know nothing of what I’ve been through. And I assure it, the battles I’ve survived are far more dark than you and your adultery can comprehend.
Napoléon: So, explain it to me.
Eleanor: Absolument pas. You do not get to stand there with your tragic Petit Empereur face and suddenly decide that now we’re going to be emotionally honest with each other.
Napoléon: Well, I certainly can’t leave you alone in this state. Would you like to walk with me for a little while?
Eleanor: Oh, you’d just love that wouldn’t you? Blackmail to keep me silent? I’m sure you-
Eleanor suddenly stopped, a hand rushing to cover her mouth as she wobbled, slightly off balance.
Louis approaches to help her.
Eleanor tries to put her other hand up to stop him, but then suddenly turns and vomits into a nearby flowerbed.
Napoléon: Mon dieu…
Eleanor struggles for a minute to calm down.
Eleanor: This is it. This is how I die. Not assassination. Not constitutional collapse…alcohol poisoning in front of an emperor…
⚜ TRADUCTION FRANCAISE ⚜
En appel avec Laura dans les jardins du palais, Napoléon V est surpris par Eleanor, qui interprète immédiatement leur échange comme la preuve d'une liaison extraconjugale. S'ensuit une vive confrontation où Madame Royale condamne avec virulence l'attitude du "Petit Empereur", tandis que celui-ci tente de défendre la sincérité de ses sentiments pour Laura. À mesure que la discussion s'intensifie, chacun entrevoit les blessures affectives de l'autre, sans qu'aucun n'accepte de les dévoiler pleinement. La joute verbale prend fin lorsque l'état d'ébriété d'Eleanor la rattrape brutalement, obligeant Louis à mettre de côté leur désaccord pour lui venir en aide.
Louis répond à l'appel de Laura par un SMS. Il tente de se concentrer et tourne le dos à Eleanor.
Eleanor ne peut s'empêcher d'éclater de rire devant tant d'audace.
ELEANOR
C'est absolument incroyable. Tu trompes émotionnellement ton épouse juste sous mes yeux, et d'une manière ou d'une autre... c'est moi qui suis dérangeante.
Louis termine son message rapidement.
NAPOLÉON
Tu es apparue de nulle part, tu insultes Laura, et c'est moi qui suis moralement condamnable dans cette conversation ?
ELEANOR
Mon Dieu... Pour une fois, pourrais-tu arrêter de te comporter comme un personnage sorti d'un roman de Tolstoï ? Parce que là, tu ressembles exactement à tous ces hommes qui détruisent une femme... puis se sentent eux-mêmes blessés lorsqu'ils doivent en assumer les conséquences.
NAPOLÉON
Et qu'est-ce que je suis censé faire, alors ?
ELEANOR
Pour commencer ? Éviter de tromper ta femme enceinte pendant une visite d'État.
NAPOLÉON
Je suis parfaitement conscient que ma vie privée est un désastre, merci.
ELEANOR
Tu vois ? C'est exactement ça, le problème. Les hommes comme toi pensent toujours que reconnaître qu'ils sont horribles suffit à tout excuser.
Eleanor imite maladroitement la voix de Louis, légèrement ivre.
ELEANOR
« Oui, oui ! Je détruis émotionnellement les gens, mais au moins j'en suis conscient ! »
Elle reprend sa voix normale.
ELEANOR
Félicitations. Tu es devenu une catastrophe parfaitement consciente d'elle-même.
NAPOLÉON
Tomber amoureux de quelqu'un n'est pas une faute morale. Laura est l'une des personnes les plus extraordinaires que j'aie jamais rencontrées. Et crois-moi, je me déteste déjà suffisamment pour toute cette histoire. Tu n'as pas besoin d'en rajouter.
ELEANOR
Tu es le pire genre d'homme, honnêtement. Celui qui aime sincèrement quelqu'un... tout en le détruisant. Les hommes cruels sont presque plus faciles à survivre.
NAPOLÉON
En général, on ne dit pas ce genre de choses sans que quelqu'un nous les ait apprises...
Louis observe son visage quelques secondes.
NAPOLÉON
C'est pour ça que tu bois autant ce soir ?
Eleanor s'interrompt net. Elle tente aussitôt de reprendre contenance, mais l'alcool rend l'exercice bien plus difficile qu'à l'ordinaire.
ELEANOR
Ne te flatte pas. Je bois parce que Mozart m'a infligé trois heures d'agression émotionnelle.
NAPOLÉON
J'ai l'impression que tu étais déjà en colère bien avant que Mozart soit impliqué.
ELEANOR
Non. N'essaie même pas.
NAPOLÉON
Je parier que tu as aimé quelqu'un... et que ça s'est très mal terminé.
ELEANOR
Tu sais, la plupart des gens ont la décence de ne pas improviser des analyses psychologiques dans les jardins d'un palais.
NAPOLÉON
C'est assez ironique venant de toi. Ne juge pas ma situation, et je ne jugerai pas la tienne. Je t'ai vue la nuit dernière...
À ces mots, Eleanor se referme instantanément, presque par réflexe. Comme si voir sa vulnérabilité utilisée contre elle suffisait à la faire taire.
ELEANOR
Tu ne sais absolument rien de ce que j'ai traversé. Et crois-moi, les batailles auxquelles j'ai survécu sont infiniment plus sombres que tout ce que toi et ton adultère pouvez imaginer.
NAPOLÉON
Alors explique-le-moi.
ELEANOR
Absolument pas. Tu ne peux pas rester planté là avec ton air tragique de petit empereur et décider soudain que nous allons être honnêtes l'un envers l'autre sur le plan émotionnel.
NAPOLÉON
Je ne peux quand même pas te laisser seule dans cet état. Tu voudrais qu'on marche un peu ?
ELEANOR
Oh, ça t'arrangerait bien, n'est-ce pas ? Du chantage pour m'empêcher de parler ? Je suis sûre que tu-
Eleanor s'interrompt brusquement. Une main se plaque contre sa bouche tandis qu'elle vacille légèrement, perdant l'équilibre.
Louis s'approche aussitôt pour l'aider.
Eleanor lève son autre main pour tenter de l'arrêter... avant de se retourner brusquement et de vomir dans un massif de fleurs voisin.
NAPOLÉON
Mon Dieu...
Eleanor met une bonne minute à reprendre son souffle.
ELEANOR
On y est... Voilà donc comment je meurs. Ni assassinée... ni victime d'une crise constitutionnelle... d'une intoxication alcoolique... devant un empereur...
Back at the royal palace, Napoleon V slips away into the gardens to try to reach Laura. Their brief and confused conversation is abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Eleanor, who catches them by surprise. Convinced she has uncovered a secret affair, Madame Royale mocks the young Emperor with biting humor, while Louis clumsily tries to protect his secret.
TRANSCRIPTION
Napoléon: Answer, Laura…
Laura cannot sleep. She is reading a book in bed when she receives the call. After a moment of hesitation, she answers.
Laura: Louis?
Napoléon (whispering): Laura!
Laura: Are you alright? Did something happen?
Napoléon: Nothing... you sent me nothing.
Laura (sighs): I don’t want to complicate things while you’re in Thornolia.
Napoléon: What am I supposed to take from that?
Laura: Louis…
Napoléon: I miss you!
Laura thinks for a moment before answering softly.
Laura: I miss you too.
Napoléon: I love you.
Laura: Not now, Louis…
Napoléon: Then when?
Eleanor appears.
By the time the opera and the post drinks were finished at the opera house, Eleanor was far more drunk than she’d been in a long time.
For one horrifying second, Louis simply freezes. The phone still pressed against his ear, Laura still on the line. Every ounce of blood seems to leave his face at once.
Napoléon: I have to go.
And he ends the call far too quickly.
Eleanor: Well…that sounded healthy.
Napoléon: What did you hear? That’s… It’s not what it looks like!
Eleanor: You cheat so casually for an Emperor, I must say. Hats off to you.
Napoléon: Don’t. You know nothing about any of this.
Eleanor: No? Because from where I’m standing, it seems relatively uncomplicated: Man emotionally devoted to a woman who is not his wife. Classic European monarchy. Very on brand.
Napoléon: I… was calling my wife.
Eleanor: Don’t insult my intelligence. I may be blonde, but I am not stupid.
Napoléon: The woman in question appears largely committed to rejecting me, so there’s very little scandal to report… I would appreciate it if this conversation remained in this garden forever.
Eleanor stares at him for a few moments before scoffing.
Eleanor: Jesus Christ. You truly are catastrophically French.
Napoléon: Don’t repeat any of this to anyone. How long were you standing there exactly?
Eleanor: Does my not divulging that information scare you? Are you so deep in your little affair that what I may have heard is deeply worrying to you, Petit Empereur?
Napoléon: I’m not having an affair, and I’m not scared of you. And why do you follow me everywhere?!
Eleanor: Firstly, this is my home. So the question should be why do you follow me everywhere? Secondly-
Louis’s phone rings again.
♫ Docteur, one day I'll marry an angel.
We'll make love in the clouds... ♪
Napoléon: Shit!
Eleanor raises a brow.
Eleanor: Better answer it, Petit Empereur. Wouldn’t want to disappoint your mistress’s desire to be at your beck and call.
Napoléon: Oh for God’s sake-
Louis replies with a text message. He tries to concentrate and turns his back on Eleanor.
⚜ TRADUCTION FRANCAISE ⚜
De retour au palais royal, Napoléon V s'éclipse dans les jardins pour tenter de joindre Laura. Leur courte et confuse conversation est brusquement interrompue par l'arrivée d'Eleanor, qui les surprend. Convaincue d'avoir découvert une liaison secrète, Madame Royale se moque du jeune Empereur avec un humour mordant, tandis que Louis tente maladroitement de protéger son secret.
NAPOLÉON
Réponds, Laura…
Laura n'arrive pas à dormir. Allongée dans son lit, un livre à la main, elle reçoit l'appel. Après un instant d'hésitation, elle décroche.
LAURA
Louis ?
NAPOLÉON (murmure)
Laura !
LAURA
Tu vas bien ? Il s'est passé quelque chose ?
NAPOLÉON
Rien… Précisément. Tu ne m'as rien envoyé.
Laura pousse un léger soupir.
LAURA
Je ne veux pas compliquer les choses pendant que tu es en Thornolie.
NAPOLÉON
Qu'est-ce que je suis censé comprendre par là ?
LAURA
Louis…
NAPOLÉON
Tu me manques !
Laura réfléchit quelques instants avant de répondre doucement.
LAURA
Toi aussi, tu me manques.
NAPOLÉON
Je t'aime.
LAURA
Pas maintenant, Louis…
NAPOLÉON
Alors quand ?
À cet instant, Eleanor apparaît.
Lorsque la représentation et la réception qui l'avait suivie à l'opéra prirent fin, Eleanor était bien plus ivre qu'elle ne l'avait été depuis longtemps.
Pendant une seconde interminable, Louis se fige complètement. Son téléphone est toujours collé contre son oreille. Laura est toujours en ligne. Il a soudain l'impression que tout son sang quitte son visage.
NAPOLÉON
Je dois y aller.
Et il met brutalement fin à l'appel.
ELEANOR
Eh bien… Ça avait l'air d'être une relation très saine.
NAPOLÉON
Qu'est-ce que tu as entendu ? Ce n'est… Ce n'est pas ce que tu crois !
ELEANOR
Il faut reconnaître que tu trompes ton épouse avec une certaine désinvolture, pour un empereur. Chapeau.
NAPOLÉON
Ne fais pas ça. Tu ne sais absolument rien de cette histoire.
ELEANOR
Ah bon ? Parce que, de là où je suis, ça me paraît pourtant assez simple : un homme éperdument attaché à une femme qui n'est pas son épouse. Un grand classique des monarchies européennesim. Très… à la mode.
NAPOLÉON
Je… J'appelais mon épouse.
ELEANOR
N'insulte pas mon intelligence. Je suis peut-être blonde, mais je ne suis pas stupide.
NAPOLÉON
La femme en question semble surtout déterminée à me rejeter, donc il n'y a pas vraiment de scandale à nourrir… J'apprécierais que cette conversation ne quitte jamais ces jardins.
Eleanor le fixe quelques instants avant de laisser échapper un rire incrédule.
ELEANOR
Mon Dieu… Tu es véritablement catastrophiquement français.
NAPOLÉON
Ne répète rien de tout ça à qui que ce soit. Depuis combien de temps étais-tu là, exactement ?
ELEANOR
Le fait que je refuse de répondre à cette question te fait peur ? Tu es tellement empêtré dans ta petite histoire que tu t'inquiètes de ce que j'ai pu entendre, petit empereur ?
NAPOLÉON
Je n'ai pas de liaison, et je n'ai pas peur de toi. Et puis, pourquoi est-ce que tu me suis partout ?
ELEANOR
Premièrement, nous sommes chez moi. La vraie question serait donc plutôt : pourquoi est-ce que c'est toi qui me suis partout ? Deuxièmement-
À cet instant, le téléphone de Louis se remet à sonner.
NAPOLÉON
Merde !
Eleanor arque un sourcil.
ELEANOR
Tu ferais mieux de répondre, petit empereur. Ce serait dommage de décevoir ta maîtresse, qui semble prête à accourir au moindre de tes appels.
NAPOLÉON
Bon Dieu-
Louis choisit finalement de répondre par message. Il tourne le dos à Eleanor.
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Whoo! Okay, so clearly I have good news and I've got bad news. The good news is that SimDonia Royals is coming back. The bad news is this will be the last chapter of the story. So, I will be wrapping things up as much as I can this chapter. I have some fun stuff cooked up for this chapter though, so I hope you follow along! Also, here's last chapter's summary because I know it's been a minute! Thank you to everyone who has read, interacted or had anything to do with this story. I literally love it so much and hope I can give it a proper send off! <3 Letttsssggoooo.
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Hold on.
I don't know what's happening anymore.
This morning...
Flowers. Children. Smiling.
Now we're at the opera and she's back in green.
Except...
Not the signature Madame Royale green.
This?
This is different.
Look at the silhouette. That neckline.
Mon dieu, look at how fitted it is.
Since when does Eleanor wear something that actually acknowledges she has a figure?
Seriously. I'm asking a genuine question.
Let's just acknowledge what's happened here.
This isn't a slightly different Eleanor dress.
This is an entirely different Eleanor.
For years she's built this image of being untouchable.
Everything perfectly tailored.
Perfectly symbolic.
Perfectly predictable.
Then in the space of one day the daytime look becomes softer.
The smiles suddenly appear.
And now she's wearing a gown that actually has people talking.
Interesting.
Very interesting....
Because this isn't evolution.
This feels calculated.
Almost like someone finally realised that mysterious was starting to become forgettable.
And before everyone starts typing in rage,
Non.
I'm not saying she doesn't look beautiful.
She does.
That's almost the point.
She looks incredible.
Which makes me wonder...
Why have we spent years pretending Madame Royale only owned one silhouette and three shades of emerald?
You don't reinvent yourself halfway through a State Visit by accident.
You don't suddenly discover colour, or tailoring, and you certainly don't suddenly become approachable.
Not twice in one day.
Something has changed.
Whether it's Eleanor, or whether it's the people managing Eleanor...
Je ne sais pas.
But don't tell me this wasn't intentional.
Because nobody changes the public conversation around themselves this dramatically without knowing exactly what they're doing.
And somehow...
Everyone is talking about Eleanor.
Again.
I could not include all of the age up pics bc there are simply too many so the kids' current ages are as follows:
Asa (teen)
Baylor (teen)
Chandler (child)
Dalton (child)
Emery (child)
Fable (child)
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Back row L to R: Crown Prince Colin, Queen Jacqueline, Lord Anthony Randall [Duke of Pike], Princess Rayna [Duchess of Pike]
Middle Row L to R: Prince Nathanael, King Maddox, Princess Agatha [Queen Mother], Prince Theodore [King Emeritus], Princess Catherine Randall [Countess of Galwin]
Front Row L to R: Prince Jameson [Viscount Dunbrae], Prince Charles Randall
Back row L to R: Crown Prince Colin, Queen Jacqueline, Lord Anthony Randall [Duke of Pike], Princess Rayna [Duchess of Pike]
Middle Row L to R: Prince Nathanael, King Maddox, Princess Agatha [Queen Mother], Prince Theodore [King Emeritus], Princess Catherine Randall [Countess of Galwin]
Front Row L to R: Prince Jameson [Viscount Dunbrae], Prince Charles Randall
