TGS: Prologue

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<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="banner-container"> <img src="https://i.ibb.co/rKvpSdg1/muted-TGS-banner2blk.png" alt="TGS banner"> </div> <</nobr>> ---- <div class="intro-wrapper"> Shadows dance across the wall, waxing and waning like the moon behind them. They grow, then shrink; conceal, then reveal the silver of the midnight sky beyond. A deliberate rhythm. A well-practised waltz, not meant for performance, only to be felt. It is almost hypnotic. Almost enough to distract from the pounding of your heart. Almost. But your mind will not be distracted. Cannot be distracted. Not by the thrum in your chest, nor the quickness of your breath, nor the maelstrom of thoughts that surge in the quiet. Fear pleads to go back, to give up. To accept the path chosen for you. Reason echoes, calling it folly. Yet determination insists it is better than a life not your own. Going back is not an option. Acceptance is not an option. </div> <span class="continue-intro">[[There is too much at stake→->Intro2]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class="intro-wrapper"> The wall is cold against your skin. Your shoulder sore from the barrel pressed against your other side. You draw your knees to your chest and grip the soft fabric of your gown. Try to steady your breath. Gaze still fixed on the swaying shadows. The wind howls. The raindrops tap against the glass. What was once a soothing lullaby on sleepless nights now feels oppressive. The vibrations do not rock you in comfort. They jolt, sharp and sudden. The storm you thought would conceal your presence is now a menace, likely to betray you. The temptation to retreat is strong. There are still many steps to be taken, and countless chances for everything to go awry. It is overwhelming. And yet… You are already here. Already hidden. Already waiting. To turn back now would not spare you, it would only soften the punishment. But even that would be worse than what you have already endured. Freedom is too near now. You cannot give up. All that lies between you and liberty are the footsteps beyond the door. As the minutes pass, that feel like hours, the light bleeding under the door begins to dim. There are fewer footsteps now. Those that remain are fading further away. <div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="reveal-candle-link"> <<linkreplace "'The last lights are going out.'">> <p class="reveal-candle-text">It is almost time.</p> <</linkreplace>> </span> </div> You still. In body if not in mind. The excitement is palpable. Dangerous. Too eager and one can misstep. Better to err on the side of caution and wait. Ensure the coast is truly clear before making a move. Your gaze lifts to the window high on the wall. Branches twist and sway in the wind just beyond, the cause of the shadows that earlier danced across the room. They graze the glass as they move to and fro. Tap… tap… tap… ''THUD'' </div> <span class="continue-intro">[[You freeze→->Intro3]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div style="text-align: center; font-size: 2em; font-family: 'Georgia', serif; font-weight: bold;">Crash <br> Smash</div> <div class="intro-wrapper"> Followed by a curse. All coming from the hallway. Your head turns towards the sound; gaze fixed on the light below the door where two shadows have just now appeared. You hold your breath and will your cramped body to be as still as the dead. You watch as the door handle turns, and a sliver of light slices through the darkness that shrouds the room. As the light widens, the shadow of a figure half fills the doorway. You want to shut your eyes, to look away. To press yourself further into the corner, deeper into the dark. But you cannot move. Cannot look away, as the man in the doorway steps into the room. <div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="reveal-caught-link"> <<linkreplace "'Please, do not see me.'" >> <div class="reveal-caught"> It is when his eyes meet your own, then widen, that you know your great escape and dreams of freedom are well and truly dashed. <br> <span class="one-year-link">[[One Year Previously... →->Prologue1]]</span> </div> <</linkreplace>> </span> </div> <div style="height: 8em;"></div> </div>

<<nobr>><<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prologue-title">Wolfram Park</div> <div class="prologue-subtitle">June 1809</div> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> Sunlight cuts across the floor in golden rays, warm and unhurried. It spreads over the hem of your gown where you sit, and spills across the vanity, glinting on every metallic hairpin and glass bottle. Nancy stands behind you, as always. The soft whisper of the brush, as she moves it through your hair is the only sound in the room. “Do you know if my mother left instructions for any rooms to be prepared?” “There’s been no mention of guests, as far as I know, miss.” Nancy, always able to follow your train of thought, replies without pause. “But I have been with you most of the day, so cannot say for sure.” “What about Mrs Potter? Has she said anything about the changing menu? Perhaps remarked about my mother requesting something extravagant?” “Extravagant? You will have to be more specific than that,” she said drily. “The mistress ordered swan roast four times last month, and it was only the three of you here.” “A valid point, one I did not hear you make when you were given the leftovers to take home.” You smirk, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You have me there, miss,” Nancy concedes with a laugh. “Moving on." You return to your previous question. "Any unusual requests, then? Something ostentatious, as if the King himself were coming to dine?” “Yo—” “And,” you cut her off before she can even finish the first word, “I am aware my mother would serve both Fredrick and I on a platter, if the King ever deigned to share her table.” “Spoilsport.” She gives a mock pout, the smile already threatening the edges. She never can keep a straight face. “Regarding the menu,” she begins, “I’m not aware of any unusual items, but I can ask, if you wish.” A pause. “Discreetly, of course.” </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\“I would not wish to bother Mrs Potter; I am sure she has her hands full tonight. You know how mother can be.\”→">> <<set $PrologueMenuChoice = "dutiful">> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue1.1">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\"Please do, I must know what my mother is up to. I would rather be prepared than taken by surprise.\”→">> <<set $PrologueMenuChoice = "suspicious">> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue1.1">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\“Thank you. And do be discreet. I would not be surprised if the kitchen was already warned against inquiries. But that shall not deter me.\”→">> <<set $PrologueMenuChoice = "defiant">> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue1.1">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\“On second thought, leave it. Whatever is afoot will show itself soon enough.\”→">> <<set $PrologueMenuChoice = "stoic">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue1.1">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue1.1]] %/

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<set $Clara to "">> <<if $MC_skindetail.includes("freckles")>> <<set $MC_skindetail = "freckles">> <<elseif $MC_skindetail.includes("beauty mark")>> <<set $MC_skindetail = "beauty_mark">> <<elseif $MC_skindetail.includes("unmarked")>> <<set $MC_skindetail = "flawless">> <</if>> <</nobr>> <div class="naming-prompt"> A lady must never forget her manners. Let us begin with your name. </div> <details class="naming-details"> <summary>If I may make a suggestion...</summary> <p>Amelia, Arabella, Dorothea, Eleanor, Georgiana, Henrietta, Sophia, Tabitha... or how about... <span class="highlight emoji-offset">Dave</span> <span class="subtle-note">👑 Because <span class="highlight">Dave the Heiress</span> has a lovely ring to it.</span> </p> </details> <div class="naming-input"> <<textbox "$Clara" Clara>> </div> <div class="naming-prompt"> Come now, you were not born a mystery. Speak your family name. </div> <details class="naming-details"><summary>If I may make a suggestion...</summary> <p> Beaumont, Fairfax, Lockhart, Morton, Nightingale, Russell, Stanley, Thornton... or perhaps... <span class="highlight smallcaps">Cholmondeley</span> or <span class="highlight smallcaps">Featherstonehaugh</span> <span class="subtle-note">📣 Because that poor fellow who announces you into every ballroom could use a bit of a challenge.</span> </p> </details> <div class="naming-input"> <<textbox "$Nette" Nette>> </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->CC Name Confirm]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<if $MC_skindetail == "freckles">> <<set $MC_skindetailConfirm = "has a light dusting of freckles across your nose and cheeks.">> <<elseif $MC_skindetail == "beauty_mark">> <<set $MC_skindetailConfirm = "is distinguished by a single beauty mark.">> <<elseif $MC_skindetail == "flawless">> <<set $MC_skindetailConfirm = "has an unblemished complexion.">> <</if>> <</nobr>> <div class="confirmation-pane"> <div class="confirmation-title">Before You Step Forward</div> <hr class="confirmation-divider"> We shall be precise. Let every particular be set down correctly. You are Miss $Clara $Nette, only daughter of the $Nette family of Wolfram Park. You have my sympathies. Such connections. Alas — You stand at a rather $MC_height height, which is well suited to your $MC_body figure, and conveys a pleasing impression. Your hair, of $MC_haircolour hue, naturally falls in $MC_hairtexture and is arranged with suitable care. You note, however, that you have a preference for wearing your hair $MC_hairstyle. Your eyes, of a $MC_eyes shade, are complemented by $MC_skin skin of youthful bloom; your countenance $MC_skindetailConfirm If these particulars meet with your approval, we shall continue. [[That will do->Prologue2.DrawingRoom]] [[I must reconsider->CC Mirror]] </div>

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<<if $charCreated>> [[Profile]] [[Personality]] [[Relationships]] [[Persons of Interest]] <<if $milkFirstUnlocked>> [[Milk First->Milk First]] <</if>> <<else>> <p>Please complete character creation first.</p> <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<if $MC_skindetail == "freckles">> <<set $MC_skindetailProfile = "has a light dusting of freckles across your nose and cheeks.">> <<elseif $MC_skindetail == "beauty_mark">> <<set $MC_skindetailProfile = "is distinguished by a single beauty mark.">> <<elseif $MC_skindetail == "flawless">> <<set $MC_skindetailProfile = "has an unblemished complexion.">> <</if>> <</nobr>> <div class="profile-title">Who Are You, Little Bird?</div> <div class="profile-body">You are Miss $Clara $Nette. Born into wealth, you are the only daughter of Edmund and Augusta $Nette of Wolfram Park You have one brother, Fredrick, several years your elder. Your hair, a $MC_haircolour shade, sits naturally in $MC_hairtexture. It falls softly about your face and is most often styled by Nancy, your lady’s maid. When permitted, you prefer to wear your hair $MC_hairstyle. Your eyes, $MC_eyes, shaped much like your mother's, are framed by smooth $MC_skin skin. Your face $MC_skindetailProfile Your figure is $MC_body, complementing your $MC_height height, and lending you a presence that seldom goes unnoticed. </div> <<link "Return to story">> <<goto $lastPassage>> <</link>>

<div id="top"></div> <div class="character-page-title">Persons of Interest</div> <<nobr>> <div class="character-jump-menu"> <a href="#family-section">The $Nette Family</a> | <a href="#nancy-section">Nancy</a> | <<if $harrowsUnlocked>> <a href="#harrow-section">The Harrows</a> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <div id="family-section"> <<nobr>> <div class="character-entry calling-card" onclick="toggleBio('family')"> <div class="character-name">The $Nette Family</div> <div class="character-role">Wolfram Park</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div class="card-instruction">Click to view particulars</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div id="bio-family" class="character-description"> The $Nette family are considered nouveau riche, and desperate to be more. The family's vast wealth was amassed by Samuel $Nette around one hundred years ago, trading in Spanish lace and dyes. <br><br> At the height of his prosperity, Samuel purchased Wolfram Park from the venerable Warren family, whose lineage could be traced to a companion of William the Conqueror. With the Warren male line extinct and debts mounting, the family was compelled to sell their ancestral seat. <br><br> Though the $Nette family has been firmly established within the storied walls of Wolfram for eighty years, to the neighbourhood it is still the house that trade bought. </div> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="character-entry calling-card" onclick="toggleBio('edmund')"> <div class="character-name">Mr. Edmund $Nette</div> <div class="character-age">49</div> <div class="character-role">Patriarch of the family</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div class="card-instruction">Click to view particulars</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div id="bio-edmund" class="character-description"> Born into wealth, Edmund has never had to work a day in his life, though he is bitter that society still treats him as if he does. His grandfather Samuel amassed the family fortune through trade, his father Edward increased it through shrewd investments, and Edmund spends it. While he would not think himself a frivolous man, he enjoys showing off his affluence and is not above spending to do so. He once had thirteen new fireplaces installed in the house as he could not decide which style he liked best, to say nothing of the copious coving he had added about the estate. <br><br> He is fairly indifferent towards his children, not as cold as Augusta, but then, even a glacier would pale in comparison. He was once close with his daughter, reading to her in his study before his wife put an end to it, believing their daughter needed to leave childish endeavours behind and focus on learning to become a lady. <br><br> He is perpetually bored, especially with Fredrick, who he sees as a layabout and an utter disappointment. </div> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="character-entry calling-card" onclick="toggleBio('augusta')"> <div class="character-name">Mrs. Augusta $Nette (née Fairleigh)</div> <div class="character-age">46</div> <div class="character-role">Matriarch of the family</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div class="card-instruction">Click to view particulars</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div id="bio-augusta" class="character-description"> A member of the once-respected Fairleigh family, Augusta did not know hardship until her teenage years, when the family fell on hard times. With four unwed daughters and little fortune, she was encouraged to marry quickly and cleverly. Though she married into wealth, her sisters married men of lesser standing. Augusta considers the connection an embarrassment, and they remain estranged. <br><br> Augusta resents that she married down with Edmund, his trade roots a bitter pill, yet has no qualms about enjoying the wealth it provides her. She sees herself as a great lady and impresses it upon the world through her gowns, her house, and her children. She is determined to raise the family's status, to leave their unfortunate humble beginnings in the past, through any means necessary. <br><br> She has strong opinions and is never shy about making them known, her opinion the only one that matters. She is cold and calculating, and sees her children as tools, though with Fredrick it is rather more literal. </div> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="character-entry calling-card" onclick="toggleBio('fredrick')"> <div class="character-name">Mr. Fredrick $Nette</div> <div class="character-age">25</div>  <div class="character-role">Son, Heir, Disappointment</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div class="card-instruction">Click to view particulars</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div id="bio-fredrick" class="character-description"> Fredrick sees himself as a fine specimen of gentlemanliness, a gifted but neglected athlete, and the wittiest wit who ever did quip. In truth, he is pompous, pampered, and possibly delusional. Fredrick was born with two left feet and completely lacking a sense of humour. Once tall and sinewy for the first seven years of his life, a diet consisting mostly of wine has given him a body that resembles a waxwork left too close to the fire. <br><br> Fredrick believes himself equal to, if not better than, most of the nobility, and certain royalty. Unfortunately for him, the ladies do not agree. He does the Season every year in search of a bride, and every year returns just as much a bachelor as when he left. <br> Disliked by everyone, and does not know it. </div> </div> <</nobr>> </div> <hr class="character-section-divider"> <div class="staff-link"> [[Wolfram Park Staff->Wolfram Staff]] </div> <hr class="character-section-divider"> <div id="nancy-section"> <<nobr>> <div class="character-entry calling-card" onclick="toggleBio('nancy')"> <div class="character-name">Nancy Taylor</div> <div class="character-age">23</div> <div class="character-role">Lady’s Maid</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div class="card-instruction">Click to view particulars</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div id="bio-nancy" class="character-description"> Nancy was born in Warrendale, the nearest village to Wolfram Park. Her father died when she was nine, and although her mother took up seamstressing, it was not enough to support the family. At twelve, Nancy entered service in the Wolfram kitchens as a scullery maid. Hard work and Mrs Quinn’s favour saw her rise into the house staff, where she was entrusted with the care of the family’s youngest child, the heiress. When the heiress turned fifteen, Nancy was naturally promoted to lady’s maid. <br><br> Clever, perceptive, and kind, she is a loyal and steadfast friend, fond of her mistress while maintaining propriety. The eldest of four, she still sends part of her wages home and visits her family whenever she can. </div> </div> <</nobr>> </div> <hr class="character-section-divider"> <<if $harrowsUnlocked>> <div id="harrow-section"> <<nobr>> <div class="character-entry calling-card" onclick="toggleBio('ladyharrow')"> <div class="character-name">Lady Edith Harrow</div> <div class="character-age">47</div> <div class="character-role">Dowager Baroness Harrow</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div class="card-instruction">Click to view particulars</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div id="bio-ladyharrow" class="character-description"> Lady Harrow, born Lady Edith Trevelyan, is the daughter of the Earl of Everdon. She met Augusta during their first Season; while Augusta married the untitled Edmund, Lady Harrow wed Godfrey Harrow, 4th Baron Harrow. Widowed at thirty, she has since managed Harrowell House in Hampshire with dignity and restraint. She has one son, Sebastian, now the 5th Baron Harrow. <br><br> A woman of poise and quiet authority, Lady Harrow holds the status Augusta desires, leading to moments of tension and envy. She has a soft spot for $Clara and has agreed to sponsor her first London Season. Reserved on first acquaintance, she is warm and gracious with friends, her conversation polished and her eye for social detail keen. </div> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="character-entry calling-card" onclick="toggleBio('sebastian')"> <div class="character-name">Lord Sebastian Harrow</div> <div class="character-age">27</div>  <div class="character-role">5th Baron Harrow</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div class="card-instruction">Click to view particulars</div> <div class="card-motif">⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄⚜⋄</div> <div id="bio-sebastian" class="character-description"> Only son of Lady Edith Harrow and the late Godfrey Harrow, 4th Baron Harrow, Sebastian inherited his title young and has often felt an imposter in the role. Under his mother’s steady guidance while at university, his lands flourished, but now he wishes to be of use to his people and to earn his place rather than simply inherit it. Though outwardly assured, his ease is the result of preparation rather than instinct. Social situations do not come as readily to him as to others, so he works to overcome any hurdles through careful planning. Last Season he attended only to observe, learning the patterns and unspoken rules; this year he returns ready to take a more active role. <br><br> Intelligent, kind, and patient, Sebastian is quick to speak when something is unjust and will defend those who need or ask for protection. Reserved in large gatherings but attentive in conversation, he is a steady, measured presence in the uncertainties of the Season. </div> </div> <</nobr>> </div> <hr class="character-section-divider"> <</if>> <<nobr>> <div class="character-return-top"> <a href="#top">Return to Top</a> </div> <br> <div class="character-return-link"> <<link "Return to story">> <<goto $lastPassage>> <</link>> </div> <</nobr>>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> You stare into the looking glass, trying to see what it was Nancy saw. <<nobr>> Your <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_haircolour" autoselect>> <<option "golden">>blonde<</option>> <<option "honey">>blonde<</option>> <<option "ash blonde">>blonde<</option>> <<option "ginger">>redhead<</option>> <<option "auburn">>redhead<</option>> <<option "scarlet">>redhead<</option>> <<option "chestnut">>brunette<</option>> <<option "mahogany">>brunette<</option>> <<option "ash brown">>brunette<</option>> <<option "raven">>black<</option>> <<option "jet">>black<</option>> <<option "midnight">>black<</option>> <<option "pearl">>white<</option>> <</cycle>></span> tresses shine softly, catching the flicker of candlelight in the room. <<if $MC_haircolour == "golden" or $MC_haircolour == "honey" or $MC_haircolour == "ash blonde">> <<set $MC_haircolourType = "blonde">> <<elseif $MC_haircolour == "auburn" or $MC_haircolour == "ginger" or $MC_haircolour == "scarlet">> <<set $MC_haircolourType = "redhead">> <<elseif $MC_haircolour == "chestnut" or $MC_haircolour == "mahogany" or $MC_haircolour == "ash brown">> <<set $MC_haircolourType = "brunette">> <<elseif $MC_haircolour == "raven" or $MC_haircolour == "jet" or $MC_haircolour == "midnight">> <<set $MC_haircolourType = "black">> <<elseif $MC_haircolour == "pearl">> <<set $MC_haircolourType = "white">> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> Nancy’s gentle hands have arranged your natural <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_hairtexture" autoselect>> <<option "silky straight strands">>straight<</option>> <<option "gentle waves">>wavy<</option>> <<option "defined waves">>wavy<</option>> <<option "loose curls">>curly<</option>> <<option "tight curls">>curly<</option>> <<option "tempestuous curls">>curly<</option>> <<option "luscious spirals">>coily<</option>> <<option "dense coils">>coily<</option>> <<option "cloudy coils">>coily<</option>> <</cycle>></span> into a neat and elegant chignon at the back of your head, the slight scent of lavender from her touch lingering in the air. <<if $MC_hairtexture == "silky straight locks">> <<set $MC_hairtextureType = "straight">> <<elseif $MC_hairtexture == "gentle waves" or $MC_hairtexture == "defined waves">> <<set $MC_hairtextureType = "wavy">> <<elseif $MC_hairtexture == "loose curls" or $MC_hairtexture == "tight curls" or $MC_hairtexture == "tempestuous curls">> <<set $MC_hairtextureType = "curly">> <<elseif $MC_hairtexture == "luscious spirals" or $MC_hairtexture == "dense coils" or $MC_hairtexture == "cloudy coils">> <<set $MC_hairtextureType = "coily">> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> You usually prefer to wear your hair <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "flowing loose and free">>loose<</option>> <<option "bouncy and natural">>natural<</option>> <<option "half-pinned with curls below">>half<</option>> <<option "carefully styled in ringlets">>ringlets<</option>> <<option "coiled high in the à la Chinoise style">>chinoise<</option>> <<option "neatly arranged in the à la Sévigné style">>sevigne<</option>> <<option "tightly pinned in a smooth bun">>bun<</option>> <<option "braided tightly and neatly">>braids<</option>> <<option "cropped short in a Titus cut">>titus<</option>> <</cycle>></span>. <</nobr>> Though you do not always get a choice with your mother in charge. <<nobr>> You draw your eyes towards your face and meet your own <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_eyes" autoselect>> <<option "sky blue">>blue<</option>> <<option "sapphire blue">>blue<</option>> <<option "emerald green">>green<</option>> <<option "sage green">>green<</option>> <<option "warm brown">>brown<</option>> <<option "deep brown">>brown<</option>> <<option "deep hazel">>hazel<</option>> <<option "steel grey">>grey<</option>> <<option "obsidian">>black<</option>> <</cycle>></span> eyes staring back at you. As bright as usual with just a hint of fatigue, a consequence from reading too long by candlelight the previous night. <</nobr>> <<nobr>> You turn your attention to your complexion, the skin on your face is <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_skin" autoselect>> <<option "fair">> <<option "porcelain">> <<option "rosy">> <<option "golden beige">> <<option "tan">> <<option "tawny">> <<option "copper">> <<option "umber">> <<option "ebony">> <</cycle>></span> toned, smooth and cool under the brush of your fingertips. It has lost some of its fullness; the roundness that was so present in your youth has made way for something more defined, more elegant, more womanly. <</nobr>> <<nobr>> Beneath the candlelight you see that your <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_skindetail" autoselect>> <<option "freckles, which dot your cheeks and nose, have darkened in the summer sun.">>freckled<</option>> <<option "beauty mark is sitting prominently against your skin.">>beauty mark<</option>> <<option "skin is unmarked by blemish or spot.">>flawless<</option>> <</cycle>></span> <</nobr>> Perhaps Nancy was right, you do seem to look a little more grown up, especially in these colours. The silk dress your mother //insisted// you wear feels heavy against your skin, the fine fabric whispering with each breath you take. <<nobr>> The dress is pretty enough, a teal colour and made from the finest silk. A bit much for a simple family meal, you think. Though, you have to concede, the gown does look rather stunning on your <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_body">> <<option "delicate">> <<option "willowy">> <<option "shapely">> <<option "curvaceous">> <<option "plump">> <</cycle>></span> figure, matched by your <span class="short-cycle"><<cycle "$MC_height">> <<option "petite">> <<option "average">> <<option "towering">> <</cycle>></span> stature. <</nobr>> Your mother certainly has an eye for fashion, unfortunately it is one troubled with cataracts. This may be the first time in your memory that your mother has picked a dress for you that is not utterly hideous. A rare concession that sets your suspicions spinning. The distant echo of a door slamming pulls you from your reflection. With a final, steadying breath, you turn away from the mirror, the weight of the evening settling on your shoulders as you prepare to face whatever awaits you <span class="mirror-link">[[Downstairs→->Character Creation Name]]</span> </div>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<set $charCreated = true>> <<if not $menuNoticeSeen>> <<set $menuNoticeSeen = true>> <<telegram "Menu Unlocked!\nNew content is available\nto view from the sidebar." id:"menuNotice">> <</if>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> As you descend the marble staircase, your eyes catch sight of the grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling and illuminating the entryway, and of young Thomas who is in the process of lighting the remaining candles. The air is warm and heavy, the summer heat still lingering this late into the evening and leaving behind a tackiness to the bare skin of your shoulders. Voices travel through the foyer from the drawing room, signalling that your family is already gathered. As you walk across the hard floor the sound of your footsteps mingle with the clinking of the silverware and crystal as the staff set up the dining room. As you enter the drawing room you pause in the doorway, your father Edmund is standing by the window, brandy glass in hand. Your mother Augusta is perched on the couch sipping a sherry, her favourite tipple. Fredrick makes up the last of the party, lounging carelessly on the velvet chair to the right of your mother, wine glass already near empty. They look up as you enter. “There you are, $Clara,” your father calls. “Come, sit by your mother. They will call us to dinner soon.” You obey and cross the room to perch on the other end of the couch, furthest from Fredrick and the sly look he is giving you. Silence falls over the room, weighted with a tension you are not sure the cause of. Your father stands behind you all at his place in front of the large window overlooking the vast gardens, you and your mother are seated on the sofa facing the fireplace, your brother is turned in his chair to gaze into the fire, which is set into the wall opposite the window. Each of you have your backs to one another, physically making any possible conversation awkward, a clear indication that no one intends to speak. <<nobr>> <span class="cycle-wrapper"> <<cycle "$feeling" autoselect>> <<option "You feel uncomfortable, sat in the midst of an atmosphere that you have had no hand in creating. Your anxiety swells as you think of all the potential causes of such unease but cannot help but wonder why they stopped talking upon your entrance." "uncomfortable">> <<option "You feel intrigued, sat here in the ripples of a secret conversation, one you were not privy to. What topic could have your parents and brother so unsettled? And why have they opted for silence rather than continue it in your presence. You are determined to find out." "intrigued">> <<option "You feel annoyed, clearly a conversation of some importance has taken place, and judging by the atmosphere it was not a pleasant one. Yet you have been left out of it, the conversation stilling upon your entrance, as if you do not matter." "annoyed">> <</cycle>> </span> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> Fredrick drains the dregs of his wine and calls for Matthew to bring him another. Matthew, the second footman, offers the tray to you too, and you <span class="cycle-wrapper"> <<cycle "$drinkChoice" autoselect>> <<option "choose a small glass of ratafia; you are still adjusting to the rich taste having only recently been deemed old enough to drink it." "ratafia">> <<option "take a glass of orgeat, its sweet milky taste comforting and familiar from your childhood years." "orgeat">> <<option "pick up a glass of Madeira, you enjoy the bold tang, having grown accustomed to its deeper flavour by sneaking sips in secret over the years." "madeira">> <</cycle>> </span> <</nobr>> You offer your thanks to Matthew, taking a small sip from your drink just as your brother lets out a huff of air and turns in his seat to face the couch, his gaze now fixed upon you. And you do not like the glint in his eye. “Little bird, do tell, are you not tired of being cooped up here in this dreary countryside?” </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\"On the contrary, I quite enjoy the solitude.\"→">> <<set $fredrickResponse = "solitude">> <<set $relationshipFredrick = Math.clamp($relationshipFredrick - 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue2.1.DrawingRoom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\"It is only dreary when you are here, dear brother.\"→">> <<set $fredrickResponse = "insult">> <<set $relationshipFredrick = Math.clamp($relationshipFredrick - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 3, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue2.1.DrawingRoom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\"A cage is a cage wherever I am. Or coop, in this case.\"→">> <<set $fredrickResponse = "philosophical">> <<set $relationshipFredrick = Math.clamp($relationshipFredrick - 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue2.1.DrawingRoom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You say nothing, only raise a single brow.→">> <<set $fredrickResponse = "silent">> <<set $relationshipFredrick = Math.clamp($relationshipFredrick - 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 3, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue2.1.DrawingRoom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue2.1.DrawingRoom]] %/

<<nobr>> <! Core state --> <<set $lastPassage = "Start">> <<set $DetectiveNancy = false>> <<set $harrowsUnlocked = false>> <<set $ArrivalDressBold = false>> <! MC naming --> <<set $Clara = "">> <<set $Nette = "">> <! Milk First --> <<set $menuNoticeSeen = false>> <<set $milkFirstUnlocked = false>> <! Stats --> <<set $nature = 50>> <<set $demeanour = 50>> <<set $temperament = 50>> <<set $manner = 50>> <<set $conduct = 50>> <<set $instinct = 50>> <<set $mindset = 50>> <! Relationships --> <<set $relationshipFredrick = 35>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = 40>> <<set $relationshipEdmund = 45>> <<set $relationshipLadyHarrow = 50>> <<set $relationshipSebastian = 50>> <<set $relationshipNancy = 60>> <<set $relationshipDuke = 50>> <<set $relationshipPrince = 50>> <<set $relationshipRowan = 50>> <<set $relationshipBaxter = 50>> <<set $relationshipJo = 50>> <<set $relationshipNell = 50>> <! Skills --> <<set $pianoforte = 50>> <<set $charm = 50>> <<set $dancing = 50>> <<set $german = 50>> <<set $italian = 50>> <! Character Pronouns --> <<set $RowanPronouns = "">> <<set $JoPronouns = "">> <<set $BaxterPronouns = "">> <! Pronoun Sets --> <<set $heSet = { he: "he", him: "him", theirPossession: "his", possessionTheirs: "his", himself: "himself", isAre: "is", hasHave: "has", doesDo: "does", s: "s" }>> <<set $sheSet = { she: "she", her: "her", theirPossession: "her", possessionTheirs: "hers", herself: "herself", isAre: "is", hasHave: "has", doesDo: "does", s: "s" }>> <<set $theySet = { they: "they", them: "them", theirPossession: "their", possessionTheirs: "theirs", themself: "themself", isAre: "are", hasHave: "have", doesDo: "do", s: "" }>> <! Relationship bar toggles --> <<set $showLadyHarrowBar = false>> <<set $showDukeBar = false>> <! Food & drink --> <<set $drinkChoice = "">> <<set $dinnerDrink = "">> <<set $afterdinnerDrink = "">> <<set $keepDrink = "">> <<set $teaPreference = "">> <! Choices / temporary strings --> <<set $fredrickResponse = "">> <<set $feeling = "">> <<set $nancyReply = "">> <</nobr>>

<div class="page-title">Personality</div> <<nobr>> <div class="stat-block"> <div class="stat-title">Nature</div> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Shy (<<print 100 - $nature>>%)</span> <span>Confident (<<print $nature>>%)</span> </div> <<set _goldStop to 100 - $nature>> <<set _pinkStart to _goldStop + 6>> <<set _gradient to "linear-gradient(to right, #B07D2E 0%, #B07D2E " + _goldStop + "%, #86305F " + _pinkStart + "%, #86305F 100%)">> <<set _barHTML to '<div class="stat-bar-container" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $nature <= 33>> <div class="stat-flavour">You are perfectly content to sit in the corner. Your mother says you are too content to be overlooked. </div> <<elseif $nature >= 67>> <div class="stat-flavour">You are comfortable in any room; some say you are too forward by half. </div> <<else>> <div class="stat-flavour">You are as at ease in your own company as you are with others. </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="stat-block"> <div class="stat-title">Demeanour</div> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Stoic (<<print 100 - $demeanour>>%)</span> <span>Expressive (<<print $demeanour>>%)</span> </div> <<set _goldStop to 100 - $demeanour>> <<set _pinkStart to _goldStop + 6>> <<set _gradient to "linear-gradient(to right, #B07D2E 0%, #B07D2E " + _goldStop + "%, #86305F " + _pinkStart + "%, #86305F 100%)">> <<set _barHTML to '<div class="stat-bar-container" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $demeanour <= 33>> <div class="stat-flavour">You keep your emotions carefully contained. Some wonder if you are made of marble. </div> <<elseif $demeanour >= 67>> <div class="stat-flavour">You tend to wear your heart on your sleeve. Some say it invites the wrong attention. </div> <<else>> <div class="stat-flavour">You know when to react and when it is best to hold back. </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="stat-block"> <div class="stat-title">Temperament</div> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Cool (<<print 100 - $temperament>>%)</span> <span>Emotional (<<print $temperament>>%)</span> </div> <<set _goldStop to 100 - $temperament>> <<set _pinkStart to _goldStop + 6>> <<set _gradient to "linear-gradient(to right, #B07D2E 0%, #B07D2E " + _goldStop + "%, #86305F " + _pinkStart + "%, #86305F 100%)">> <<set _barHTML to '<div class="stat-bar-container" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $temperament <= 33>> <div class="stat-flavour">You rarely feel things deeply. Some call you cold, your mother calls it wise. </div> <<elseif $temperament >= 67>> <div class="stat-flavour">You feel things intensely; joy, sorrow, anger. Your mother calls you sensitive. </div> <<else>> <div class="stat-flavour">You are moved by what is important, and untroubled by what is not. </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="stat-block"> <div class="stat-title">Manner</div> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Considerate (<<print 100 - $manner>>%)</span> <span>Callous (<<print $manner>>%)</span> </div> <<set _goldStop to 100 - $manner>> <<set _pinkStart to _goldStop + 6>> <<set _gradient to "linear-gradient(to right, #B07D2E 0%, #B07D2E " + _goldStop + "%, #86305F " + _pinkStart + "%, #86305F 100%)">> <<set _barHTML to '<div class="stat-bar-container" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $manner <= 33>> <div class="stat-flavour">You comport yourself with gentleness. Your mother would call you soft. </div> <<elseif $manner >= 67>> <div class="stat-flavour">Your tongue is quick but rarely kind. Do try not to draw blood. </div> <<else>> <div class="stat-flavour">You strive always to be polite but know when to stand your ground. </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="stat-block"> <div class="stat-title">Conduct</div> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Dutiful (<<print 100 - $conduct>>%)</span> <span>Defiant (<<print $conduct>>%)</span> </div> <<set _goldStop to 100 - $conduct>> <<set _pinkStart to _goldStop + 6>> <<set _gradient to "linear-gradient(to right, #B07D2E 0%, #B07D2E " + _goldStop + "%, #86305F " + _pinkStart + "%, #86305F 100%)">> <<set _barHTML to '<div class="stat-bar-container" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $conduct <= 33>> <div class="stat-flavour">You obey the rules laid out for you; it is how a lady ought to be. </div> <<elseif $conduct >= 67>> <div class="stat-flavour">You do as you please. They call it wilfulness. You call it sense. </div> <<else>> <div class="stat-flavour">You strive to do your duty, though some days it chafes. </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="stat-block"> <div class="stat-title">Instinct</div> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Logic (<<print 100 - $instinct>>%)</span> <span>Intuition (<<print $instinct>>%)</span> </div> <<set _goldStop to 100 - $instinct>> <<set _pinkStart to _goldStop + 6>> <<set _gradient to "linear-gradient(to right, #B07D2E 0%, #B07D2E " + _goldStop + "%, #86305F " + _pinkStart + "%, #86305F 100%)">> <<set _barHTML to '<div class="stat-bar-container" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $instinct <= 33>> <div class="stat-flavour">You approach your thoughts with sense and reason. Some say you are too much in your own mind. </div> <<elseif $instinct >= 67>> <div class="stat-flavour">You prefer to follow your feelings. Your mother calls it fanciful. </div> <<else>> <div class="stat-flavour">You know when to use reason, and when to let feeling guide you. </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <<nobr>> <div class="stat-block"> <div class="stat-title">Mindset</div> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Naïve (<<print 100 - $mindset>>%)</span> <span>Wary (<<print $mindset>>%)</span> </div> <<set _goldStop to 100 - $mindset>> <<set _pinkStart to _goldStop + 6>> <<set _gradient to "linear-gradient(to right, #B07D2E 0%, #B07D2E " + _goldStop + "%, #86305F " + _pinkStart + "%, #86305F 100%)">> <<set _barHTML to '<div class="stat-bar-container" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $mindset <= 33>> <div class="stat-flavour">You take things at face value. Surely not everyone is deceitful... are they? </div> <<elseif $mindset >= 67>> <div class="stat-flavour">You are always looking for the hidden motive. Better to be cautious than foolish. </div> <<else>> <div class="stat-flavour">You know when to accept what you are told, and when to question it. </div> <</if>> </div> <</nobr>> <<link "Return to story">> <<goto $lastPassage>> <</link>>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="https://i.ibb.co/mFGh6q5c/Copy-of-TGS-Front-Logo-Blk.png" style="max-width: 90%; height: auto;"> </div> <</nobr>> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="title-menu-link">[[Begin Story->Intro]]</span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="title-menu-link">[[Author's Note->Note]]</span> </div>

<div class="note-page"> <div class="note-header">Author's Note</div> <p> This story contains many themes that may not be suitable to everyone. These will be listed below, and updated as more are needed. </p> <p> They have been split into sections.<br> Main Story - themes included in the main story and generally throughout.<br> Duty - themes relevant to the Duty route<br> Power - themes relevant to the Power route<br> Freedom - themes relevant to the Freedom route </p> <p> Note that this page is a work in progress, the story is still being actively written, and so themes may change as things evolve. </p> <details> <summary>Click for – Main Story Themes –</summary> <p> – Historical sexism and restrictive gender roles<br> – Familial and societal pressure<br> – Marriage as social transaction<br> – Classism and social elitism<br> – Alcohol use </p> </details> <details> <summary>Click for – Duty Route Themes –</summary> <p> TBD </p> </details> <details> <summary>Click for – Power Route Themes –</summary> <p> TBD </p> </details> <details> <summary>Click for – Freedom Route Themes –</summary> <p> TBD </p> </details> </div> <div class="note-return-link"> [[Return to Title Page->TitleScreen]] </div>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<switch $feeling>> <<case "uncomfortable">> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "intrigued">> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "annoyed">> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament + 2, 0, 100)>> <</switch>> <<switch $drinkChoice>> <<case "ratafia">> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta + 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "orgeat">> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta - 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "madeira">> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta - 2, 0, 100)>> <</switch>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> <<nobr>> <<switch $fredrickResponse>> <<case "solitude">> Fredrick raises both brows, “Then you shall soon be very disappointed.” <<case "insult">> Fredrick chokes on his wine, “You will have to temper that sharp tongue of yours, no man wants a wife who bites.” <<case "philosophical">> Fredrick gives a humourless laugh, “Good heavens, must you always be this gloomy? Lady Harrow truly has her work cut out for her.” <<case "silent">> Fredrick narrows his eyes, “How very mature. Mother has misjudged you, clearly you are much too childish for this endeavour.” <</switch>> <</nobr>> You do not miss the conspiratorial smile he throws in the direction of your mother. “Fredrick,” your mother says, voice like a blade. “That is quite enough.” Fredrick, sufficiently chastened, lets out a heavy sigh before becoming silent once again. Though the glint in his eye does not disappear, nor the purse of his lips as he fights a smile. <span class="cycle-wrapper"><<cycle "_feelingNow" autoselect>> <<option "It leaves you feeling unsettled, like you are missing something.">> <<option "You find yourself oddly curious, not that you would ever let Fredrick know.">> <<option "You feel frustrated, a common occurrence when your brother is around.">> <</cycle>></span> You feel there is much more to this conversation than meets the eye. Fredrick was not harmlessly teasing you as a loving brother might, if he was it would be a first. No. He was poking. He was prodding. For what, you have no idea, but you have a feeling it will not be long until you find out. You catch your father eyeing Fredrick warily, it seems he too has had enough of his shenanigans. The door opens before you can think more on it. Collins, the butler, enters and announces that dinner is ready. You and your family stand, the clinking of glasses being set down and rustling of fabric follows as your father takes your mother’s offered arm and escorts her from the room. They glide out, heads held high as if at a ball. Performing for the eyes of the Ton, not a household of servants who have most likely seen and heard your family at their very worst and most ungenteel. Fredrick approaches you like a crippled fox, aiming for sly but achieving only mild constipation. He presents his arm to you as though it were a prize and <<if $MC_height == "towering">>meets your gaze, eyes level with your own. <<elseif $MC_height == "average">>tilts his head slightly to meet your eyes. <<elseif $MC_height == "petite">>bends his neck just enough to catch your eye.<</if>> “Shall we, dear sister? The evening awaits,” he says most cryptically, as though playing at intrigue no one invited him to. </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You take his arm dutifully and let him lead you from the room.→">> <<set $relationshipFredrick = Math.clamp($relationshipFredrick + 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $manner -= 2>> <<set $conduct -= 2>> <<goto "Prologue3.Dinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You politely decline and make your own way to the dining room.→">> <<set $relationshipFredrick = Math.clamp($relationshipFredrick - 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct += 2>> <<set $temperament -= 1>> <<goto "Prologue3.Dinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You give a single scoff and turn on your heel, exiting the room in silence.→">> <<set $relationshipFredrick = Math.clamp($relationshipFredrick - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $temperament += 3>> <<set $demeanour += 3>> <<set $manner += 3>> <<goto "Prologue3.Dinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue3.Dinner]] %/

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> The candelabras give a warm glow to the dining room, a lot warmer than the atmosphere or the people in it. You are seated in your usual seat on the lefthand side of the table, your father at the head closest to the door, your mother at the other end. And Fredrick, smirking across from you. The silence from before has once again cloaked the room, the only sounds the tapping of cutlery and movement of the servants. Thomas and Matthew continue to fill glasses and serve dishes. <<nobr>> <span class="cycle-wrapper"> <<cycle "$dinnerDrinkOption" autoselect>> <<option "You have opted to stick with your drink choice from the drawing room." "stick">> <<option "You have opted to switch to a stronger drink, you have a feeling you may need it." "sherry">> <<option "You have opted to switch your drink to simple water, something tells you that a clear head may be needed." "water">> <</cycle>> </span> <</nobr>> Taking a sip of your drink, you watch your family over the rim of the glass. Your father is engrossed in his meal, head down even when chewing. Your mother is poised, delicately cutting her duck. That cold look she so often wears upon her face now, so severe that even the orange sauce does not dare to drip in her presence. And across from you is Fredrick, the epitome of refinement. Elbows on the table, wine in hand, his chin in the other, and the sumptuous food lies untouched in front of him. “Do you know, $Clara? I think you might actually be pretty. If you made an effort.” Your brother looks at you as if he is dissecting something foreign, something he has never seen before. It would be easy to blame it on the copious amounts of wine he has consumed tonight, but he is seldom sober in your presence that you know it cannot truly be that. “I mean really, the potential is there…” he trails off, eyes squinting as if measuring. “certainly not a duke… perhaps a baron. Maybe a count, if we are lucky.” “If you are quite finished.” Your father says, flatly. You pop a piece of roasted carrot into your mouth as Fredrick visibly deflates. It seems you are not the only one bored of his antics. The sweet glaze coats your tongue as you savour it, and that familiar silence once again descends upon the table. You are midway through a mouthful of stewed red cabbage when your mother sets down her silverware and nods to Collins. Thomas begins removing the ignored plate in front of Fredrick, and Matthew takes yours, though you were not quite done enjoying the cabbage. As the table is cleared of the main course, and Collins is decanting the dessert wine, you sit for a moment and ponder the evening. Your mother did not signal for the tablecloth to be changed. Even Collins hesitated, he too surprised by this change in routine. Though he recovered more quickly than you, sending Thomas and Matthew off with instructions to bring the dessert right away. Your mother, ever a staunch proponent of dining etiquette, deviating from tradition all but confirms that this evening is not like any other. </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You dread the end of dessert, not yet ready to face what is to follow.→">> <<set $nature -= 2>> <<set $mindset += 2>> <<goto "Prologue3.1.Dessert">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You can hardly wait, your curiosity has been piqued all evening.→">> <<set $temperament += 1>> <<set $instinct += 2>> <<goto "Prologue3.1.Dessert">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You wish they would simply say it. This performance is growing tiresome.→">> <<set $temperament += 1>> <<set $manner += 2>> <<goto "Prologue3.1.Dessert">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue3.1.Dessert]] %/

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<switch $dinnerDrinkOption>> <<case "stick">> <<set $dinnerDrink = $drinkChoice>> <<case "sherry">> <<set $dinnerDrink = "sherry">> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct + 1, 0, 100)>> <<case "water">> <<set $dinnerDrink = "water">> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 1, 0, 100)>> <</switch>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> Thomas returned first, balancing a tray of rose-tinted domes that trembled with every step. A ring of strawberries edged the plate like a crown, surrounding the pale ornament and its syrup moat. It is a sight you have endured far too often, and you feel yourself bracing for the sensory assault. As the plate is placed before you, familiarity cannot dull the sickeningly sweet aroma, the sticky syrup overpowering the fresh scent of the mint garnish. The vibrant red of the strawberries and green of the mint stand stark against the bone-white plate and blush-coloured shape. You pick up the small silver spoon above the plate and slice into the blancmange. It gives a slight resistance, as though reluctant to surrender, before the creamy creation parts with a wobble. The taste is overly sweet, chiefly from the syrup, the rosewater and almond flavourings only subtle notes beneath. As the blancmange slips down your throat, you take a look around the table. Everyone is eating in silence, all preoccupied with the pale creation before them. Even Fredrick teases the jiggling dessert with his spoon, more playing with the food than eating it. Your father is more than halfway finished, having inhaled the dish upon receiving it. Your mother, on the other hand, has barely made a dent in hers, taking ever-so-dainty mouthfuls with each bite. As usual, no one speaks; the silence is almost oppressive. As Matthew sets dishes of fruit and sweetmeats on the table, you cannot help but look at the chairs that lie empty on either side of you. </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You cannot help but feel alone, as if you are adrift among the empty seats. It is not a pleasant feeling, but one you are fast becoming accustomed to.→">> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue3.2.Dessert">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You feel grateful for the chairs that buttress your own, the ones that have created a canyon between you and each of your parents. No corrections, no lectures. It is a relief.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue3.2.Dessert">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You wonder why your family insists upon laying eight places when only four are ever filled. The vacant chairs feel less like oversight and more like performance, as if your mother expects guests to materialise at any moment.→">> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue3.2.Dessert">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You pay them little mind, choosing instead to focus on your meal.→">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue3.2.Dessert">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue3.2.Dessert]] %/

<div class="page-title">Relationships</div> <<nobr>> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Edmund</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Detached</span> <span>Semi-Detached</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipEdmund>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipEdmund <= 19>> <p class="stat-flavour">You are nothing to him, and he has never pretended otherwise.</p> <<elseif $relationshipEdmund <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">He knows your name. He knows that you exist. That is all.</p> <<elseif $relationshipEdmund <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">He wished you a happy birthday. Three months too late.</p> <<elseif $relationshipEdmund <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">He asked if you still liked Mr Worsley's quartets. You have not the heart to tell him you never did.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">Once, he let you speak uninterrupted. You are not certain he heard you, but he did not stop you.</p> <</if>> </div> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Augusta</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span>Tundra</span> <span>Icebox</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipAugusta>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipAugusta <= 19>> <p class="stat-flavour">If you were dying in the street, she would take the scenic route.</p> <<elseif $relationshipAugusta <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">You thought she looked at you once. But it turned out you were standing where the footman usually waits.</p> <<elseif $relationshipAugusta <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">She once commented on the colour of your gown. She said it dulled you. But still.</p> <<elseif $relationshipAugusta <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">She gifted you a book for your birthday. It was a conduct book, but it is the thought that counts.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">She asked your opinion on the dinner menu. She promptly ignored it, but it was a pleasant ninety seconds.</p> <</if>> </div> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Fredrick</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span><br>Pompous</span> <span>Pitiful... and <br> Still Pompous</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipFredrick>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipFredrick <= 19>> <p class="stat-flavour">He likes to think he is an only child.</p> <<elseif $relationshipFredrick <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">He mistook you for a maid. He gave you his shoes to polish. You gave them to the church.</p> <<elseif $relationshipFredrick <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">He announced he’d be dining at his club. Told you to inform the house. You didn’t. No one noticed.</p> <<elseif $relationshipFredrick <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">He talks at you often. He does not require an audience, though he chooses you all the same.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">He complained that his friends are always busy. “At least I have you,” he smiled. Bless him.</p> <</if>> </div> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Nancy</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span><br>Just a Job</span> <span>Just in Time <br> with an Alibi</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipNancy>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipNancy <= 19>> <p class="stat-flavour">She fastens your gown with care. You thank her. Nothing more is expected.</p> <<elseif $relationshipNancy <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">She speaks to you kindly, and you find yourself answering more than before.</p> <<elseif $relationshipNancy <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">She saw you discard Fredrick’s quizzing glass. She smiled. When he asked, she said nothing.</p> <<elseif $relationshipNancy <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">You stole Fredrick’s tart. Nancy kept watch. You shared it as you laughed.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">She told you that you were braver than they thought. You told her you learned it from her.</p> <</if>> </div> <<if $showLadyHarrowBar>> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Lady Harrow</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span class="label-left">Tolerated, for <br> your mother’s sake</span> <span class="label-right">Your mother, <br> tolerated for yours</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipLadyHarrow>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipLadyHarrow <= 19>> <p class="flavour">She does not ignore you. That would require acknowledging you first.</p> <<elseif $relationshipLadyHarrow <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">She asked after your mother’s health. You were there. She did not ask after yours.</p> <<elseif $relationshipLadyHarrow <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">She let you join the ladies for tea. She spoke to you once, to adjust your grip on the saucer.</p> <<elseif $relationshipLadyHarrow <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">She admired your grace at dinner, then reminded you to lower your gaze when accepting praise.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">She once said your mother must be proud of you. Your mother was silent, but Edith’s gaze said enough for both of them.</p> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $showSebastianBar>> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Lord Sebastian Harrow</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span class="label-left">A Favour</span> <span class="label-right">A Friend</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipSebastian>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipSebastian <= 19>> <p class="stat-flavour">He greets you with courtesy, nothing more. You are almost strangers to one another.</p> <<elseif $relationshipSebastian <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">He is polite and friendly, as is his nature. You are little more than acquaintances.</p> <<elseif $relationshipSebastian <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">He listens when you speak, and asks about your comfort. He cares for your wellbeing.</p> <<elseif $relationshipSebastian <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">He seeks your company at gatherings, with a smile reserved only for you.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">He seeks your opinion, and confides in you his worries. You are his dear friend.</p> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $showDukeBar>> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Duke Theodore Deveraux</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span class="label-left">Formal</span> <span class="label-right">Familiar</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipDuke>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipDuke <= 19>> <p class="stat-flavour">He does not raise his voice. He raises your flaws.</p> <<elseif $relationshipDuke <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">He no longer chastises. He offers suggestions, which somehow feel the same.</p> <<elseif $relationshipDuke <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">He lingers longer than required. He says it is duty. You are not convinced.</p> <<elseif $relationshipDuke <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">He said you were not like other women. When you raised a brow, he clarified. You were worse. And then he smiled.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">He told you your logic was flawed, your posture untrained, and your wit too quick for your own good. Then said he would not change a single thing.</p> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $showPrinceBar>> <div class="relationship-wrapper"> <h3>Prince Niklaus of Prussia</h3> <div class="stat-labels"> <span class="label-left">Infatuation</span> <span class="label-right">Devotion</span> </div> <<set _blueStop = 100 - $relationshipPrince>> <<set _pinkStart = _blueStop + 10>> <<set _gradient = "linear-gradient(to right, #2E4A63 0%, #2E4A63 " + _blueStop + "%, #6E2F56 " + _pinkStart + "%, #6E2F56 100%)">> <<set _barHTML = '<div class="relationship-bar" style="background: ' + _gradient + ';"></div>'>> <<= _barHTML >> <<if $relationshipPrince <= 19>> <p class="stat-flavour">He merely sees you as an object to possess.</p> <<elseif $relationshipPrince <= 39>> <p class="stat-flavour">He says he finds you fascinating, yet knows little more than your name.</p> <<elseif $relationshipPrince <= 59>> <p class="stat-flavour">He watches you from across the room, memorising every movement.</p> <<elseif $relationshipPrince <= 79>> <p class="stat-flavour">You are his first thought in the morning, and last before bed.</p> <<else>> <p class="stat-flavour">He sees you are his equal, his heart, and his world.</p> <</if>> </div> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<link "Return to story">> <<goto $lastPassage>> <</link>>

<div class="staff-section-title">Wolfram Park Staff</div> <span class="staff-subtitle">Senior Staff</span> <p class="staff-text"> • Mr. Daniel Collins – Butler<br> • Mrs. Agnes Quinn – Housekeeper<br> • Mrs. Martha Potter – Cook </p> <span class="staff-subtitle">Personal Staff</span> <p class="staff-text"> • Mr. Samuel Baldwin – Valet to your father<br> • Mr. Simon Jenkins – Valet to your brother<br> • Miss Nancy Taylor – Lady's maid to you<br> • Miss Sarah Turner – Lady's maid to your mother </p> <span class="staff-subtitle">Indoor Staff</span> <p class="staff-text"> • Mr. Thomas Smith – Footman<br> • Mr. Matthew Wells – Footman<br> • Miss Penny Cooper – Housemaid<br> • Miss Alice Brooks – Housemaid<br> • Miss Sarah Smith – Housemaid </p> <span class="staff-subtitle">Kitchen Staff</span> <p class="staff-text"> • Miss Ruth Miles – Senior kitchen maid<br> • Miss Molly O’Brien – Kitchen maid<br> • Miss Sally Clarke – Scullery maid </p> [[Go Back->Persons of Interest]]

<div class="gossip-container"> <div class="gossip-title">Milk First</div> <div class="gossip-subtitle">Poured in private. Shared in public.</div> <hr class="gossip-hr"> <div class="first-edition-line">The Archive</div> <div class="gossip-divider">✦ ✦ ✦</div> <div class="gossip-archive-intro"> Dearest readers, You will find all editions of Milk First below. Do take care how you handle them, the contents are scalding hot. -- Lady V </div> <div class="gossip-divider">✦ ✦ ✦</div> <<if $milkFirst1Unlocked>> ✧ [[The First Edition->Milk First 01]] <span class="gossip-preview">On Miss B’s recycled gown and a certain Mr Burgundy’s appetites.</span> <br><br> <</if>> <div class="gossip-divider">✦ ✦ ✦</div> <hr class="gossip-hr"> <div class="gossip-signoff">Putting the Tea into Society</div> </div> <div class="mf-return-link"> <<link "Return to story">> <<goto $lastPassage>> <</link>> </div>

<div class="gossip-container"> <div class="gossip-title">Milk First</div> <p class="gossip-subtitle">Poured in private. Shared in public.</p> <hr class="gossip-hr"> <div class="first-edition-line">The First Edition</div> <div class="gossip-divider">✦ ✦ ✦</div> <div class="gossip-intro"> Every gathering must have its hostess, and since London has not seen fit to grant me that honour, I have decided to claim the title for myself. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Lady Verity — the quill you will soon come to favour, the bane of every haughty mama and pompous heir, and the purveyor of tea in every form. Welcome, my darlings, to my drawing room; where the tea is hot and the milk is always poured first. Settle in and draw your chair close as I pour the first cup straight from the pot. </div> <div class="gossip-divider">✦ ✦ ✦</div> <div class="gossip-body"> <p>At an assembly in Hanover Square, a certain Miss B made a rather demure entry, and no wonder, considering she was dressed in a gown she had donned just last Season. One cannot help but ask if her many visits to Madame de Clare’s, the popular Bond Street modiste, were all for show, or perhaps someone has been indulging in too many sugared almonds.</p> <hr class="gossip-body-hr"> <p>Elsewhere, Mr Burgundy was seen parading down Bond Street thrice this week, each time upon the arm of a new companion. One must wonder if he approaches courtship in the same manner as wine, the more the merrier, or if the convenient fact that all three young ladies are sole heirs to their fathers played some part in the decision.</p> <hr class="gossip-body-hr"> <p>It would seem that there are some that think subtlety is highly overrated, and none more so than our ever-pushy Mrs T. A woman with three daughters and little patience, she has been seen propelling the youngest Miss T in the path of every man from Hyde Park to Drury Lane. One would think Miss T would have learned from her sisters, that smiling so brightly at every pair of eligible breeches can lead to stains on the reputation that are not so easily laundered.</p> <hr class="gossip-body-hr"> <p>Her Majesty, at St James’s, has turned her mind to matchmaking. Our illustrious Queen was heard to remark on how her favoured nephew, a particular Prussian Prince, would benefit from the bonds of matrimony, and more specifically, should choose a bride from our very own shores. I am sure all the mamas of next Season’s debutantes are clutching their smelling salts as I write. It is shaping up to be a most anticipated Season, indeed.</p> <hr class="gossip-body-hr"> <p>At White’s, our favourite source of entertainment, the Cravat Connoisseur himself, Mr F made a faux pas that titillated nearly all in attendance. While only admitted through the doors by the invitation of the gracious Lord H, one must wonder if the young baron now regrets his generosity. For Mr F not only addressed a marquess by ‘Your Grace’, but he then clapped him on the shoulder as if they were old school chums. For those who value clarity (do read carefully, Freddy, dear), ‘Your Grace’ is reserved for a duke alone. A step lower stands the marquess, styled simply as ‘Lord Title,’ and so too the earl, the viscount, and the baron beneath him. It is a simple ladder, yet one our Mr F seems determined to tumble down at every rung.</p> <div class="gossip-divider">✦ ✦ ✦</div> </div> <div class="lady-v-signoff">– Lady V</div> <hr class="gossip-hr"> <div class="gossip-signoff">Putting the Tea into Society</div> </div> <div class="mf-return-link"> <<link "Return to story">> <<goto $lastPassage>> <</link>> <<link "Return to Milk First">> <<goto "Milk First">> <</link>> </div>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> <<nobr>> <<switch $PrologueMenuChoice>> <<case "dutiful">> “I am sure she would appreciate that,” Nancy replies with a small smile. <<case "suspicious">> “You can rely on me, miss,” Nancy says. Her voice is calm, but sure. <<case "defiant">> “Mum’s the word.” Nancy smiles conspiratorially. <<case "doubtful">> “If you're sure, miss. Though I cannot blame you for wondering.” Nancy says softly. <</switch>> <</nobr>> Nancy sets down the brush and begins to gather your hair up, delicately pinning each strand in place. It is a pattern you have followed many times over the past four years, since she was assigned to you. The two of you fall into the steps easily, and comfortably. As you fall into an easy silence, you cannot help but ponder recent events. Your mother has always been both a complete mystery and utterly transparent. A walking contradiction. Her thoughts and feelings are rarely, if ever, shared. They are carefully hidden behind a veneer of politeness, or long silences that leave you doubting she heard you at all. A performance for society. Her wants and desires, however, are more obvious. They are evident in every outfit she wears, every menu she plans, every carpet she purchases, and every reprimand she directs towards you. If they were not evident by her actions alone, you can be sure she would not be long in telling you. If there is one thing your mother is not, it is subtle. And at this moment you have no idea what she is planning. You have asked, of course, and been given differing answers. Your mother simply informed you that your brother is returning from London. That is all. When you attempted to ask why this return should be different enough to warrant a change in the dinner menu — when the six other times he returned in much the same way did not — you barely got out the first why before the matriarch turned on her heel and marched away. You even went so far as to seek out your father. He promptly ignored your question and asked whether you had seen the new Rococo pediment above the doorway at Stonewood Manor. You <span class="cycle-wrapper"><<cycle "$PedimentChoice" autoselect>> <<option "had not, of course, and so you made to withdraw." "cool">> <<option "had, he knew you had. You were together when he spotted it and shared, at length, his thoughts on its design." "warm">> <<option "had, of course, but you were not about to tell him so. You claimed to hear your mother calling for you." "evasive">> <</cycle>></span> But that did not deter him. Twenty minutes later, you were able to slip away. You made a silent note to avoid your father whenever anyone in the neighbourhood has been renovating. </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue1.2]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<switch $PedimentChoice>> <<case "cool">> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "warm">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipEdmund = Math.clamp($relationshipEdmund + 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "evasive">> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 2, 0, 100)>> <</switch>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> You are not sure how long you have been silent. Long enough for Nancy to nearly finish. A hairpin catches against your scalp, not painfully, but enough to pull you back to yourself. Nancy hums. “Apologies, miss.” You meet her eyes in the mirror. You are half sure she did it on purpose. She always says you are too easily lost in your own thoughts. “I cannot tell whether it is mere curiosity or the result of years of experience, but something about this evening feels… off.” “I must admit,” Nancy says softly, “I did not think Master Fredrick would be home so soon.” “Most unexpected,” you agree, “he usually lingers longer. We rarely get the pleasure of his presence before July.” “Perhaps he finally has news to share.” she says, eyes wide with mock excitement. “If he did, we would already know. Miracles of that magnitude do not stay secret for long.” Your maid lets out a soft laugh, and you cannot help but join her. “An occasion such as that, I could understand the desire to celebrate,” you frown, “At least that would make sense.” “And Master Fredrick’s homecoming does not?” “Not one bit. With the way my mother has been carrying on you would think he had returned from war, not town.” You sigh. “Stranger things have happened, miss.” “I think we both know the likelihood of Fredrick returning with little more than another trunk full of fripperies is nil. The only ‘we’ he will be referring to in the near future will be himself and a new quizzing glass.” You frown, then add, “unless it is the royal ‘we’. I can easily imagine that becoming his next quirk.” “As could I.” Nancy winces, as if only now realising how plausible that image truly is. Fredrick has been the cause of many memorable moments over the years, and you cannot help but think of some of them now. Though there is one that appears more vividly than the others... </div> <span class="author-note"> Note: You can read all the memories below. The one you leave open upon continuing, will be the one remembered in this moment.</span> <<nobr>> <div class="memory-choices"> <div class="memory-option"> <div class="memory-star">✧</div> <div> <div class="memory-title" onclick="showMemory('cravat')"> The Cravat Affair </div> <div id="memory-cravat" class="memory-text"> The Cravat Affair, when your brother took to changing his cravat four times a day. He never explained why, though you suspect it had something to do with the forty-two he bought on impulse while in Bath. The habit lasted longer than it ought, ending only when the village children began chalking figures in the lane wearing neckcloths of outlandish proportion. </div> </div> </div> <br> <div class="memory-option"> <div class="memory-star">✧</div> <div> <div class="memory-title" onclick="showMemory('damask')"> The Disaster in Damask </div> <div id="memory-damask" class="memory-text"> The Disaster in Damask, when your brother commissioned a set of lavish waistcoats during his fourth Season, each made to match the drawing rooms of several eligible ladies. For good or ill, neither Fredrick nor his waistcoats ever saw the inside of any of the rooms. Whether by accident or design, you could not say. </div> </div> </div> <br> <div class="memory-option"> <div class="memory-star">✧</div> <div> <div class="memory-title" onclick="showMemory('seconds')"> The Season of Seconds </div> <div id="memory-seconds" class="memory-text"> The Season of Seconds, when your brother took to casting his duelling glove at strangers, servants, and even a few village children. The enthusiasm lasted until one stablehand accepted, at which point your father was obliged to intervene after Fredrick developed a touch of the vapours. The matter was never spoken of again, though his recovery was nothing short of miraculous. </div> </div> </div> <br> <div class="memory-option"> <div class="memory-star">✧</div> <div> <div class="memory-title" onclick="showMemory('popeless')"> A Popeless Attempt </div> <div id="memory-popeless" class="memory-text"> A Popeless Attempt, when your brother took to writing letters to everyone he knew in a misguided bid to prove his wit and emulate the popular Alexander Pope. For weeks you received countless parchments, as did your parents, their friends, and even Lady Harrow’s butler. In the end, Fredrick received but a single reply, from your mother, correcting his spelling and grammar. </div> </div> </div> <br> <div class="memory-option"> <div class="memory-star">✧</div> <div> <div class="memory-title" onclick="showMemory('french')"> The French Mistake </div> <div id="memory-french" class="memory-text"> The French Mistake, when your brother took to bowing extravagantly and speaking in halting French. It lasted until he mentioned a balustre over luncheon, at which point your father put down his fork and launched into a passionate lecture on the Venetians, and how they had raised it to an art form centuries earlier. Fredrick did not utter another word of French, or other, for the remainder of the day. </div> </div> </div> </div> <</nobr>> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue1.3]]</span>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> As she begins tidying the vanity, gathering stray pins and small glass bottles, a thought you had not previously considered comes to mind. “You do not think my mother could have summoned him back?” “For what reason would she do that?” “For the same reason she is calling this dinner party.” “It is a bold idea, to be sure,” Nancy muses, “but I would not put it past the mistress.” She crosses to your bed. “She also instructed that you were to wear the teal gown. She was most particular.” “The new one? From Madame De Clare?” “Yes. The sapphire earrings too, and the slippers with the ribbon trim. She said you were to look your best,” your maid replies, smoothing the silky fabric. “Are you sure she did not say anything about guests?” you ask, eyeing the dress with suspicion. “I’m sure. But Mrs Quinn would know more. You could always enquire with her.” “Perhaps I will.” “Well, enough dilly-dallying, let us get you dressed and then you may find your answers.” </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue1.4]]</span>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> You untie the sash at your waist as Nancy moves behind you to remove your dressing gown. When you are in your stays and chemise, your maid lifts the ensemble from the bed and pulls it over your head. The fabric is soft and cool against your skin, a sweet relief from the summer air. You run your hand across the skirt. How strange it feels to wear something so fine and deep in tone. A far cry from the usual attire your mother selects: all soft pastels and frills. Nancy adjusts the sleeves and steps back to survey her work. “There.” She smiles. “You look beautiful, miss. Like a proper young lady. Your mother will approve.” “I feel like a little girl playing dress-up.” “You look like a woman.” A knock sounds at the door as your maid gathers up your discarded clothing. She answers it and is informed that your family has requested you join them in the drawing room before dinner. You know that no such request exists, rather a demand. As is the way in this house. With a final wish of luck, Nancy exits the room. You look down at yourself and cannot help but smooth the fabric once more. The unfamiliar colour still catches your eye. It is not what you would have chosen, but then you have never been asked. Nancy said you look like a woman. Is that simply the power of a well-designed gown? Or have you slipped from girlhood to womanhood without even noticing? You draw a slow breath, then turn toward the <span class="mirror-link">[[Mirror.→->CC Mirror]]</span> </div>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<set $DetectiveNancy to true>> <div class="prose-panel"> As you enter the hallway and move to follow your mother and brother, you see Nancy peek her head out of the servants’ door. She tilts her head as if to call you to her, and so you obey, intrigued as to what news she has for you. “Ordering your mistress about? How very rude of you, Miss Taylor,” you chide, the tone light. “I would prefer to call it ‘following your orders’, miss.” She grins. “Very well then, what news have you?” “Not a lot, unfortunately. I suspect most everyone was sworn to secrecy.” “So, the endeavour was fruitless?” “I did not say that.” She pauses as your father passes by. “Sally, God bless her, let slip something that may be of interest.” “I am all ears.” You reply leaning in towards her. “She mentioned Mrs Potter being unusually harsh on the kitchen maids and said it was due to a conversation with your mother.” “I can believe that. Mother does have that effect on people.” “Yes, but she also said your mother told Mrs Potter she ought to acquaint herself with the latest fashion in cookery, add more variety of her bill of fare, and practise until every dish could be set before a guest without fault. She said she wanted the house to impress when the time came.” “The time for what?” you ask, feeling both vindicated in your suspicions and still as clueless. “She did not say, miss. That is all I got before she was called away.” You let out a sigh. Though the information is welcome, it does little to prepare you for what may come of this evening. Dinner had been uneventful, as had dessert, the only notable incidents being your mother and her deviation from routine. Out of the ordinary, yes, but does not offer a true hint at what may await you in the drawing room. You look at your maid, who wears an apologetic expression. “Thank you, Nancy” you say with sincerity, “I appreciate you humouring me and becoming a detective for the evening.” “Any time, miss,” she replies with a smile. “I had best take my leave, they will be wondering where I am.” “Good luck,” she says. “Ring for me when you go up.” And with that, Nancy slips back through the servants’ door. You turn around to face the direction of the drawing room, steeling your nerves as you make steps towards it. You can only hope that the answers you seek await you there. </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue4.AfterDinner]]</span>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> <<nobr>> <<if $DetectiveNancy is true>> As you enter the drawing room for the second time this evening, you expect to see your mother in her usual place on the green velvet settee. Instead, she has taken up one of the wingback chairs, the one Fredrick had been seated in earlier, the one facing the doorway where you are currently standing. She is not looking at you however, her attention on the teacup in her hand as she raises it to take a sip. <br><br> Your father stands at the fireplace, staring into the flames, brandy in hand as usual. <br><br> Across the room, Fredrick is in the process of helping himself to some of the same, your father’s best brandy. It is astonishing how quiet one can be when they put their mind to it. Your brother makes no sound as he takes the stopper from the crystal decanter, nor when he lifts it and fills his tumbler. All while keeping one eye on your father’s back. You find yourself oddly fascinated, you never knew Fredrick could be so stealthy, or coordinated. With his pilfered drink in hand, he takes a seat on the green velvet settee, looking ever so pleased with himself. <br><br> You realise you have been standing at the doorway only when your mother turns her steely gaze on you. You quickly move to the second wingback facing your mother and sit down. <br><br> Collins brings the tea tray to you, on it a milk jug, sugar bowl, and a single teacup, the tea already inside. You glance at your mother and notice that there is no teapot on the table beside her, she did not pour. This is most unusual. You cannot remember a time when she did not pour the tea herself. Yet another deviation from her rigid routine. <<else>> You enter the drawing room for the second time this evening, your mother and brother enter just in front of you. You expect your mother to take her usual place on the green velvet settee, but instead watch as she moves towards the wingback chair to the side of it, the same chair that Fredrick had been seated in earlier facing the doorway where you are still standing. <br><br> She does not look at you however, her attention on Collins as he brings the tea tray to her. A tea tray without a teapot, you notice. She must have instructed Collins beforehand; he would not dare unless it was her strict request. Another deviation from her rigid routine. <br><br> Across the way, tucked away in the corner Fredrick is in the process of helping himself to some of your father’s best brandy. His back to the room, he does not notice when your father enters behind you and makes a beeline for the brandy himself. No words are exchanged, but they are not needed. Your father has mastered the art of showing his displeasure with his face alone. <br><br> Your brother comes away from the corner, head down and slinks towards the refreshment table, and to the wine that Collins has laid out. Unlike your father, your brother is not so silent in showing his displeasure. The heavy-handed way he tosses the decanter stopper onto the table, the harsh clink of crystal meeting crystal as he fills his tumbler, echo in the otherwise silent room. Fredrick comes away from the table glass filled with liquid a very different colour from father’s brandy and seats himself on the settee, jaw set in a petulant manner. <br><br> You realise you have been standing at the doorway only when your mother turns her steely gaze on you. You quickly move to the second wingback facing her and sit down. Collins brings the tray to you and offers you a single teacup already filled, with a milk jug and sugar bowl to prepare to your taste. <</if>> <</nobr>> </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You accept the tea with a thank you to your butler.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $afterdinnerDrink = "tea">> <<goto "Prologue4.1.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You silently take the tea, no word of thanks to your butler.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta + 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $afterdinnerDrink = "tea">> <<goto "Prologue4.1.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You politely refuse the tea and ask for a glass of wine instead.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature + 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta - 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $afterdinnerDrink = "wine">> <<goto "Prologue4.1.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You refuse the tea, instructing him to bring you wine instead.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $afterdinnerDrink = "wine">> <<goto "Prologue4.1.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue4.1.AfterDinner]] %/

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> Collins refills your dessert wine, decanting the amber liquid into the glass beside your $dinnerDrink. The golden hue gleams in the candlelight, the perfume rising with a sweetness so rich it seems to cling to the air. Though you have stuck to your $dinnerDrink for most of the evening, you cannot help but have a sip of the decadent wine. The intense sweetness coats your tongue; unlike the blancmange, it is not overly so, and, paired with the spiced floral aroma, it is a delight to the senses. The velvety drink is a particular favourite of yours, and so you do not mind that it is so often served at your mother’s table. You have noticed, however, that Lady Harrow saves the Constantia for only the most particular of occasions. As the sun begins to grow dimmer beyond the windows, the servants begin to clear the table. Matthew steps in to take your father’s plate, but Edmund stills him with a small gesture. “Brandy,” he says, the single word enough to set Matthew moving towards the sideboard. “We shall all take our ease in the drawing room this evening,” your mother says, her tone as smooth as the Constantia yet leaving no doubt it is an instruction. Collins inclines his head at once, and Matthew halts mid-step, reading the correction in the butler’s expression. Across the table, Fredrick’s lips twitch as though he has just been promised a particularly diverting performance. Your father looks across the expansive table at his wife, a look of confusion upon his face. You watch as your parents engage in a staring match, with no need to wonder who will be victorious, as it is a common enough occurrence, the winner always the same. Your father gives a nod as he averts his eyes, like a wolf baring his throat in submission to his alpha. Your mother remains impassive, or she would like to believe so. You, however, notice the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, the smirk she always tries to suppress when she is triumphant, so as not to appear an ungracious winner. The smell of dessert still lingers in the air when your mother rises from her seat. The sound of silverware being gathered echoes as she silently smooths her gown and moves to exit the room. Collins, who is closest to the door, holds it open for her, as you and your brother both move to stand. Fredrick hastens his steps to get ahead of you, a childish game that only he participates in. As you make your way towards the door you notice your father begin to stand, a tiredness in his movement, whether physical or mental, you could not say, though you could venture a guess. You slip through the doorway and out into the foyer. </div> <span class="continue-link"> <<link "Continue">> <<if $PrologueMenuChoice is "suspicious" or $PrologueMenuChoice is "defiant">> <<goto "DetectiveNancy">> <<else>> <<goto "Prologue4.AfterDinner">> <</if>> <</link>> </span> /% [[->DetectiveNancy]] [[->Prologue4.AfterDinner]] %/

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> As you sip your $afterdinnerDrink in the silence of the drawing room, you let your eyes wander over the company present. Your father is in front of the fire, your brother on the settee, lounging back with one ankle resting upon the other knee, and your mother across from you in the twin wingback chair. It is her that you find your gaze lingering on. She seems altered, her backstraight posture is as normal, but with it there is something else, something more: a hint of unease in her mannerisms. And that is what makes you pause. You have never known the woman to be anxious, and if she ever was, she has not shown it before. That she does now only reaffirms what you have already deduced: there is more to this evening than meets the eye. You turn your eyes to the window and to the gardens beyond. A distraction as your own unease mounts, and the evening carries on, waiting for the atmosphere to bubble over into what has been weighing on the house all day. The clatter of porcelain draws your attention to your mother. All eyes in the room, including Collins, turn to the matriarch. Her fingers still grip the handle of the teacup that she has returned to its saucer a little too vigorously. Your mother blinks once then turns her gaze to Collins. “That will be all.” With four clipped words your butler is dismissed. He hesitates, for the second time this evening, and like the first, you find yourself caught in the same surprise. Once again, he recovers before you, bows his head and leaves the room. Your eyes remain on your mother, while hers remain on the door. Only when the footsteps fade into silence does she stir, turning her face to you so abruptly that you startle where you sit. “Now that we are alone, there are matters that we must discuss.” Your mother begins. </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You set your $afterdinnerDrink to the side, wary of dropping it with whatever revelations your mother may share.→">> <<set $keepDrink = false>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.2.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You keep hold of your $afterdinnerDrink, needing something to cling to in the wake of what your mother may say next.→">> <<set $keepDrink = true>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.2.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You take a measured sip of your $afterdinnerDrink, as though nothing could ruffle your composure.→">> <<set $keepDrink = true>> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.2.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue4.2.AfterDinner]] %/

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> “As you know, Fredrick has just returned from London today. Unsuccessful yet again.” Fredrick shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Society, it seems, is determined to forever look down on our family, to see us as little more than silk merchants.” She recoils on the last two words, nose wrinkling as if the words themselves left a foul odour. “They mean to hold the unfortunate history of the family against us indefinitely.” She turns her attention towards your brother. “Fredrick has gone to London for many Seasons now, and what has been the response? A mere handful of invitations, and from houses of little consequence. Any ballrooms that do open their doors to us place us along the edge, as if we are an afterthought. And how many waltzes have you danced, Fredrick?” “None.” Your brother replies dully. “Not one. In seven Seasons. It is preposterous. I have gone to every length to see this family respected, I have made contributions to causes of no true significance, taken tea with the dreariest of women, endured tedious sermons in parts of town I would otherwise avoid, offered praise, condolences, and congratulations to people who are of little import, all to show we are polite, generous, and respectable. And for what? For mothers to think their daughters too good for my son? For doors to be slammed in his face? They will never treat us with the respect we deserve.” You are taken aback. You have never heard your mother speak so openly and honestly before. Of course, you know her thoughts on the titled families and how they look down on yours, but her remarks are usually spoken with a dry bite that is more her custom. This tirade is so full of feeling, a rare thing to have associated with your mother, that it leaves you rather dumbfounded. </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue4.3.AfterDinner]]</span>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> As you try to gather your own thoughts, you notice your mother press a hand to her skirts, flattening the already smooth silk. The gesture seems to be more for her mind than her gown, as if she is smoothing the excess of sentiment she has inadvertently let slip through. As she raises her eyes once more, they have returned to their cold and dispassionate selves. “The only way we will ever be accepted is if we acquire a title.” Her voice is once more composed. “It will not allow us entry into every ballroom, granted, but it will open more doors to us than we are presently admitted through. Fredrick’s path would be smoother. Mothers would gladly have their daughters promenade with a man of such connections. And perhaps your grandchildren, maybe even your children will be treated as if they have always belonged.” The fire pops, and the scent of smoke curls faintly through the air. “Alas, a title will never be granted to the likes of us,” your mother continues, “it shall have to be acquired through marriage.” You pause and recall her previous words. ‘Fredrick’s path would be smoother.’ She does not intend for Fredrick to be the one to obtain it. That only leaves… “And so, your father and I” —your father, stirred from the fire by the mention, blinks—"have decided that now is the time for you, $Clara, to make your debut into society.” Her steely gaze fixes on you, as if to punctuate her point. “You are nearly eighteen, a woman grown, and it is high time that you took your place in the world. You have been instructed in every area by the finest tutors; in languages, with French, Italian, and even German, in the pianoforte and singing, in dancing, in drawing, and in embroidery. In history, in geography, in deportment, in Scripture, in accounts, in riding, in letter writing. How to curtsy, how to dress, how to converse, and the proper terms of address. I know, at times, you have found it stifling, but you must see now what it was all for. Why I have been strict, maybe even harsh at times, it has all been leading up to this very moment.” The air feels heavy, as though the house itself waits for your reply. <span id="RevealFeeling"></span> </div> <<nobr>> <span id="RevealReactionChoices"></span> <span id="RevealFeelingChoices"> <<link "<span class='choice-star'>✧</span> You feel hurt swell within your chest.">> <<set $revealFeeling = "Hurt">> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament + 4, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset - 1, 0, 100)>> <<replace "#RevealFeeling">> You find yourself at a loss, for both words and breath. Everything you know has turned on its axis. The years of education, of isolation, the pressure and constant critique from your mother, all revealed to have been for this one purpose. To make you more appealing to a stranger with a title, not for your benefit or your future comfort, but to uplift your family in the eyes of society. Your chest tightens with the hurt swelling within. <</replace>> <<remove "#RevealFeelingChoices">> <<replace "#RevealReactionChoices">> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You school your features and swallow down the feeling, and with it the words you wish you were brave enough to voice, certain they would fall on deaf ears regardless.→">> <<set $revealReaction = "Swallow">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta + 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.4.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You let the feeling stir you to action, your tongue heavy with words that must be spoken before any further revelations can be forced upon you.→">> <<set $revealReaction = "Speak">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta - 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.4.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "<span class='choice-star'>✧</span> You feel the flames of anger inside you.">> <<set $revealFeeling = "Anger">> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament + 4, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature + 4, 0, 100)>> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 3, 0, 100)>> <<replace "#RevealFeeling">> You find yourself go very still. Everything you know has turned on its axis. The years of unending instruction, the constant correcting of your speech, your curtsy, your walk, never being permitted a moment to yourself, never allowed to travel to town with the family, the loneliness you have endured, all of it just now exposed as little more than a scheme. For you to catch a titled man, not for your benefit, no never for you, but for your family to rise in the esteem of society. You feel the fire of betrayal and anger burn in your chest. <</replace>> <<remove "#RevealFeelingChoices">> <<replace "#RevealReactionChoices">> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You school your features and swallow down the feeling, and with it the words you wish you were brave enough to voice, certain they would fall on deaf ears regardless.→">> <<set $revealReaction = "Swallow">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta + 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.4.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You let the feeling stir you to action, your tongue heavy with words that must be spoken before any further revelations can be forced upon you.→">> <<set $revealReaction = "Speak">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta - 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.4.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> <<link "<span class='choice-star'>✧</span> You feel a cold numbness wash over you.">> <<set $revealFeeling = "Numb">> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $mindset = Math.clamp($mindset + 3, 0, 100)>> <<replace "#RevealFeeling">> You find yourself struggling to comprehend. Everything you know has turned on its axis. The years of lessons, of demands, of striving to achieve every goal set before you, of your isolation and the experiences you missed out on, of all the moments lost, none of it was truly for you. It was all for them, a family hungry for a place in society, your family willing to trade your future for a title. The very thought should burn, but instead it chills, leaving only frozen numbness behind. <</replace>> <<remove "#RevealFeelingChoices">> <<replace "#RevealReactionChoices">> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You school your features and swallow down the feeling, and with it the words you wish you were brave enough to voice, certain they would fall on deaf ears regardless.→">> <<set $revealReaction = "Swallow">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta + 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.4.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You let the feeling stir you to action, your tongue heavy with words that must be spoken before any further revelations can be forced upon you.→">> <<set $revealReaction = "Speak">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $conduct = Math.clamp($conduct + 5, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipAugusta = Math.clamp($relationshipAugusta - 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue4.4.AfterDinner">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</replace>> <</link>> </span> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue4.4.AfterDinner]] %/

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> <<nobr>> <<if $revealReaction is "Swallow">> The clock on the mantel ticks on, steady and indifferent, an imitation of your mask. Each tick marking the silence with measured strokes, making it feel heavier. <br><br> “This decision was not made lightly, nor in haste.” Your mother’s voice pierces the quiet. “In truth, it has been many years in the making.” <br><br> <<if $keepDrink is true>> Your knuckles turn white as your grip tightens around your $afterdinnerDrink. <<else>> [Error: $keepDrink not set] <</if>> <<elseif $revealReaction is "Speak">> The fire crackles in the hearth, flames lashing against the grate, straining to break free like the words rising in your throat. <br><br> <<if $keepDrink is true>> You set your $afterdinnerDrink aside, draw yourself upright, and open your mouth. <<elseif $keepDrink is false>> You straighten sharply, turn to your mother, and open your mouth. <<else>> [Error: $keepDrink not set] <</if>> <br><br> “How—" <br><br> “This decision was not made lightly, nor in haste.” Your mother’s voice cuts across yours without pause, and you let the words die, knowing she will not yield until she is through. “In truth, it has been many years in the making.” <<else>> [Error: $revealReaction not set] <</if>> <</nobr>> Your brother begins to get to his feet, empty wine glass in hand, but one look from your mother stills him and he sinks back into the cushions, sulking at the unfilled glass. “This time will be different. Fredrick’s entry into society was fraught with prejudice from the beginning; I did not foresee just how capricious people would be. That was my mistake, one that will not be repeated. While your brother had to walk his path alone, I have ensured that you will not. Lady Harrow has agreed to sponsor your debut. An association with her will surely open the doors that were firmly shut to your brother.” Your father chooses this moment to cross the room, passing between you and your mother. He barely makes four steps towards the corner, and his favourite brandy, before he is stopped. “Do sit down, dear.” Though she adds an endearment, your mother’s sharp tone lacks any hint of warmth. Your father halts, hesitates, then retreats to the fire with shoulders drooping. It seems that no one will be allowed to impede your mother tonight. </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue4.5.AfterDinner]]</span>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> “Now, as I was endeavouring to explain,” your mother begins, throwing a pointed glance at her husband, “Lady Harrow will be your sponsor. She will accompany you during the Season and present you at court. She has already agreed to it and will be here in a month's time to begin your preparations.” <<nobr>> <<if $revealReaction is "Swallow">> You feel a frown settle on your face, your eyebrows drawn in confusion. <br><br> “Preparations?” Your brother snorts. “Preparations for what?” Though he voices your own thoughts, he looks as though the word itself is foreign to him. <br><br> “For success.” Your mother’s reply is pointed, her eyes narrowing briefly at your brother. He never seems to feel the sting of such barbs, but you do. <br><br> “While your education, $Clara, has been thorough,” she continues, focus shifting back to you, “there are things that one needs to experience, that cannot simply be taught in theory. Lady Harrow and I will ensure that you are not found wanting. We have already arranged several small gatherings: I will host a tea party with a few acquaintances, and Lady Harrow will give a modest ball for neighbouring families. These will allow us to instruct you in specific settings.” <br><br> The explanation flows so easily from her lips that you know it cannot have been improvised. The words are rehearsed, a script. The whole evening has been a performance, with your mother as both director and star. <<elseif $revealReaction is "Speak">> “Preparations?” you ask, astonished to be allowed the chance. <br><br> “Indeed. While your education has been thorough, there are things that one needs to experience, that cannot simply be taught in theory. Lady Harrow and I will ensure that you are not found wanting. We have already arranged several small gatherings: I will host a tea party with a few acquaintances, and Lady Harrow will give a modest ball for neighbouring families. These will allow us to instruct you in specific settings.” <br><br> Your astonishment fades quickly. You did not seize the chance to speak; she handed it to you. The whole evening has been a performance, with your mother as both director and star. <<else>> [Error: $revealReaction not set] <</if>> <</nobr>> </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue4.6.AfterDinner]]</span>

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> No one speaks, no one moves, even the fire seems to still in the wake of your mother’s words. Your father lingers by the hearth, his empty glass abandoned on the mantel. Your mother sips her tea, surely long gone cold. It is your brother who ventures to break the silence from his place on the green settee. “London is a delight, sister. The music, the lights, the gossip. Such endless fun. Such a shame you will be unable to enjoy all it has to offer. Too busy remembering names, curtsying, and smiling until your cheeks ache. After all, duty to the family must come above all else.” He finishes with a smirk. At least you think it is a smirk, it puts you in mind of the time one of the village cats stumbled upon a beehive in the forest. Face all bloated and contorted. Less smug and more pathetic. “Enough.” Your mother’s voice slices clean through the moment. “We have spoken enough for one evening. Tomorrow, the real work begins.” She sets her cup down with finality. “I have given you a lot to think on, $Clara, you should go to bed now.” She stands. “We all should.” And with those words the family is dismissed. You exit before the others and make your way towards your bedroom. </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You hasten your steps, needing to speak to Nancy, this revelation has left you shaken.→">> <<set $needNancy = true>> <<set $relationshipNancy = Math.clamp($relationshipNancy + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue5.Bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You let your anger fuel your steps, needing to put space between you and your family.→">> <<set $needNancy = false>> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament + 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue5.Bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You briskly ascend the staircase, needing solitude to wrap your head around all that has transpired this evening.→">> <<set $needNancy = false>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue5.Bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue5.Bedroom]] %/

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="prose-panel"> <<nobr>> <<if $needNancy is true>> Upon entering your bedroom you go straight to the head of the bed, where the bell-pull hangs. You give the braided cord a firm tug, then settle into the chair by the fire to await Nancy’s arrival. <<elseif $needNancy is false>> After some moments to think and compose yourself, you rise from the window seat and cross to the head of the bed, where the bell-pull hangs. You give the cord a firm pull, then take your place by the fire to await Nancy’s arrival. <<else>> [Error: $needNancy not set] <</if>> <</nobr>> The fire crackles softly in the hearth as you watch embers and smoke drift upward while you wait, the occasional pop punctuating the silence as the minutes pass by. The door opens and Nancy enters, a chamberstick in hand, the flame flickering as she closes the door firmly behind her. “Shall I get you ready, miss?” she asks as she approaches the fire. “It has been a long evening.” <<nobr>> <span class="cycle-wrapper"> <<cycle "$bedroomNancyGreet" autoselect>> <<option "\"Yes, thank you, Nancy.\"" "polite">> <<option "\"I should be glad of it. I feel quite worn.\"" "weary">> <<option "\"I thought you might never come. I was beginning to dread facing this alone.\"" "confiding">> <</cycle>> </span> <</nobr>> you reply as you stand to make your way to the vanity. Nancy begins removing the pins, that she so precisely placed earlier, from your hair, setting them down on the surface. The soft tap of metal meeting wood gives you a few moments to think on how best to recount what took place tonight in the drawing room. You start at the beginning, with the drawing room before dinner, and find the words flow quite easily from your lips. By the time Nancy has removed your gown and begun to unlace your stays, you have already made it through the dinner and have reached Matthew’s blunder during the dessert course. “Yes, we did hear about that. Mr Collins did give him a right dressing-down for it too,” she says with a sympathetic wince. <<nobr>> <<if $DetectiveNancy is true>> Nancy’s fingers work deftly at the laces as your words move past dessert, and your meeting in the hallway, leading into the drawing room once more. <<else>> Nancy’s fingers work deftly at the laces as your words move past dessert, and into the drawing room once more. <</if>> <</nobr>> When you are once again seated at the vanity, now dressed in your nightgown, Nancy begins to brush out your $MC_haircolour hair. The tortoiseshell brush nearly slips from her grasp as you recount your mother’s words, and reveal to her what lay at the heart of the mysteries you had turned over together earlier today. A knock sounds at the door just as the final words of your recounting have left your lips, as if to place a full stop upon the tale. Nancy sets the brush aside and moves to the door, admitting Thomas with your nightly tea, its steam floating in the soft lamplight. She takes the tray from him and sets it upon the table by the fire. </div> <<nobr>> <span class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\"Thank you, Thomas,\" you say warmly before he leaves.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 2, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue5.1.Bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </span> <span class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You give Thomas a small, polite nod as he withdraws.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue5.1.Bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </span> <span class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "You watch silently as Thomas leaves, closing the door behind him.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 1, 0, 100)>> <<goto "Prologue5.1.Bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </span> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue5.1.Bedroom]] %/

<<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<nobr>> <<switch $bedroomNancyGreet>> <<case "polite">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipNancy = Math.clamp($relationshipNancy + 1, 0, 100)>> <<case "weary">> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipNancy = Math.clamp($relationshipNancy + 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "confiding">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipNancy = Math.clamp($relationshipNancy + 3, 0, 100)>> <</switch>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> You rise from the vanity and make your way to Nancy, settling yourself in the armchair as she pours your tea to your liking. <<nobr>> <span class="cycle-wrapper"> <<cycle "$teaPreference" autoselect>> <<option "A splash of milk." "milk">> <<option "A splash of milk and a single sugar." "milk+sugar">> <<option "A single sugar, no milk." "sugar">> <<option "No milk, but enough sugar to make your teeth itch." "sweet">> <<option "Black like the night sky." "black">> <</cycle>> </span> <</nobr>> Nancy tips the teapot, her eyes on you rather than the cup. “This is most unexpected. When you spoke of your suspicions earlier, I wondered if the mistress had arranged an engagement for Master Fredrick, but it never crossed my mind that she could do the same for you.” Her brows crease with concern, her lips pursed in a look of quiet sympathy. “I had not thought of this possibility either.” You admit. “In contrast to my mother who seems to have thought of everything.” “When does Lady Harrow arrive?” “Mother said next month.” ““It seems the mistress has thought of every detail, miss… and yet, it all feels so sudden. Do you dread her arrival?” Nancy asks, unease clear in her voice. <<nobr>> <<if $revealFeeling == "Hurt">> “Truthfully, I do. While I like Lady Harrow, all I feel at this moment is betrayed, and it wounds me. I worry her arrival, and whatever she and my mother have planned, will only deepen the wound.” <<elseif $revealFeeling == "Anger">> “In truth, I worry her arrival will only fuel my anger. While I do like Lady Harrow, the thought that she and my mother have conspired over my future for years, unbeknownst to me, only deepens my vexation.” <<elseif $revealFeeling == "Numb">> “I do not know. I ought to feel anger or despair at the scheming of Lady Harrow and my mother, but I do not. I feel nothing at all, and I cannot tell if that is better or worse.” <<else>> [Error: $revealFeeling not set] <</if>> <</nobr>> Nancy hands you your tea, the porcelain of the saucer cool against your fingertips, the rising steam warm against your face. You take a sip as she speaks again. “We had an inkling downstairs that something serious was being discussed, especially after Mr Collins came back down so soon. He said he had been dismissed, but nothing more than that. And no one dared to ask after how stern he had been with poor Matthew before.” </div> <<nobr>> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\“How is Matthew? I noticed he did not bring the tea like he usually does. I felt wretched for him; I know only too well the anxiety he must be feeling.\”→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipNancy = Math.clamp($relationshipNancy + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $MatthewBlunderReply = "anxious">> <<goto "Prologue5.2.bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\“And how is Matthew? It was an unfortunate situation, but such mistakes are to be expected of one so new to our household. I hope Collins was not too severe with him.\”→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner - 3, 0, 100)>> <<set $instinct = Math.clamp($instinct - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $relationshipNancy = Math.clamp($relationshipNancy + 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $MatthewBlunderReply = "logical">> <<goto "Prologue5.2.bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\“Ah, the blunder. Truth be told it was not so bad, though mother did not seem to like the insinuation that father was the one in charge,\” you jest lightly.→">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 1, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $MatthewBlunderReply = "jest">> <<goto "Prologue5.2.bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <div class="choice-wrapper"> <span class="choice-star">✧</span> <span class="choice-link"> <<link "\“At least we kept you all entertained,\” you reply wryly.→">> <<set $temperament = Math.clamp($temperament - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour - 2, 0, 100)>> <<set $MatthewBlunderReply = "wry">> <<goto "Prologue5.2.bedroom">> <</link>> </span> </div> <</nobr>> /% [[->Prologue5.2.bedroom] ]%/

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> <<nobr>> <<switch $MatthewBlunderReply>> <<case "anxious">> “He is more mortified than anxious I think, but I am sure he will be pleased to know you thought of him,” Nancy smiles. <<case "logical">> “He is mortified, even more so after his reprimand, but I will tell him you asked after him, that is sure to lift his spirits.” Nancy smiles. <<case "jest">> “No, I am sure she did not.” Nancy replies, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. <<case "wry">> “It was a welcome change from Thomas and his endless novel in parts,” Nancy replies with a teasing tone. <</switch>> <</nobr>> You lift the cup to your lips, the tea still warm as it goes down your throat and feel yourself settling, finally, after the drawn-out evening. As you sip Nancy begins to tidy away all the hairpins and jewellery on the mahogany vanity, the sound is comforting, a familiar beat as each piece is dropped into the jewellery box. When the vanity is clear, she crosses the room to the bed and draws the plum curtains partway, the silk falling in heavy folds that catch the candlelight. The damask on the walls shifts with the glow, its raised pattern seems to ripple in the firelight, as if it were breathing. “You are looking much better now, a bit more colour in your cheeks.” Nancy says as she moves to the fire, stoking the coals. “The wonders of a well-made cup of tea.” you reply wryly. “And an attentive lady’s maid, of course.” She teases. “Oh, of course.” You smile. “The most attentive." You pause and look her in the eye. “On a serious note, thank you, for listening and taking my mind off my troubles.” “Any time, miss.” She offers you a warm smile, then a flicker of mischief sparks in her eyes. “I almost forgot, I have been keeping this aside for you.” She rummages around in her apron pocket, hand pulling out pins, a thimble, and a scrap of ribbon. “Thomas brought it back from the village, he had it from Mr Hale at the post house.” “Had what?” you ask, perplexed as to what she is referring to. “Everyone has been in a tizzy over it. I had a peek myself and thought— ah ha!” She exclaims as she pulls out a cream paper. “I thought you might need cheering up.” She hands the paper to you and then steps back, hands going behind her back as she watches you with an arch smile. The paper is thick, heavier than you expected. Yet it feels soft, the indentations of the type more noticeable than even the creases of its folds. Your gaze catches on the heading, bold at the top: Milk First. You cast a look at your maid, but she just keeps that secretive smile upon her face. You unfold the paper and let your eyes fall upon the words. </div> <span class="continue-link">[[Continue->Prologue5.3.bedroom]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<set $charCreated = true>> <<mfPopupDebut>> <<set $milkFirstUnlocked = true>> <<set $milkFirst1Unlocked = true>> <</nobr>> <div class="prose-panel"> You set the page aside, the crisp paper folding neatly beneath your fingers. The fire still burns low in the hearth, casting the room in dim light. The heat warms the left side of your body, in contrast to the right which has begun to feel the creeping chill, a sign of how late the hour is. The last words of Lady V still linger in your mind as you turn your attention to Nancy, who remains standing before you, the mischievous look from before now replaced by curiosity. “Mother will not be pleased.” Your words break the quiet that has fallen upon the room. “She often stressed the importance of addressing the nobility in the correct manner, I wonder how she will react when she learns Fredrick did not take her lessons to heart.” “You think she does not know?” Nancy asks. “I think we all would have felt it if she did.” “She could be biding her time, I imagine the mistress has eyes and ears all over London.” “You may well be right, if tonight has taught me anything it is that my mother is not to be underestimated.” you say with a sigh. Your maid sends you a pitying look. “Did the scandal sheet help at all?” <<nobr>> <span class="cycle-wrapper"> <<cycle '$prologueMFReply' autoselect>> <<option "\“It did, mostly thanks to my brother’s contribution.\” You laugh." "brother">> <<option "\“It did, reading about the troubles of others was a nice distraction from my own.\” You smile." "distraction">> <<option "\“Oh yes, I very much enjoyed seeing the secrets of society laid bare.\” You smirk." "secrets">> <</cycle>> </span> <</nobr>> “Well, then I’m much obliged to Lady V and her tea.” Nancy grins. You take a sip from your cup and flinch when the cold tea touches your lips. You grimace as you return the cup to its saucer and let out a deep sigh. “I suppose I ought to retire now.” “Aye, miss. You have had enough for one day.” Nancy moves to the bed without further word, pulling back the coverlet and placing the warming pan between the sheets. The scent of the heated brass faintly fills the air as she works with practised care. You watch her for a moment, the firelight casting her shadow onto the purple damask wallpaper. She was not wrong; you have indeed had your fill of today. You feel fatigue pressing on your body, your limbs and eyelids growing heavy. You stand from the chair and make your way towards your bed. Nancy, having already removed the warming pan, pulls back the bedcurtain to allow you to climb in. You lie back and stare at the canopy, the deep plum becoming darker as your maid goes about the room extinguishing all the candles. Then she crosses to the door, her own chamberstick in hand, the flame quivering with every step. “Goodnight, miss,” she calls as she reaches the threshold. “May you find pleasant dreams waiting.” “Goodnight, Nancy.” You reply as she slips softly from the room. You settle yourself against the pillow and, with one final breath, blow out the last candle. As the darkness envelops the room, you drift off, hoping that tomorrow will prove kinder than today. </div> <span class="continue-link">[[End of Prologue->InterludePage]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <<switch $prologueMFReply>> <<case "brother">> <<set $demeanour = Math.clamp($demeanour + 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "distraction">> <<set $nature = Math.clamp($nature - 2, 0, 100)>> <<case "secrets">> <<set $manner = Math.clamp($manner + 2, 0, 100)>> <</switch>> <<if not $harrowNoticeSeen>> <<set $harrowNoticeSeen = true>> <<set $harrowsUnlocked = true>> <<toast "Lady Harrow bio unlocked">> <<toast "Lord Sebastian Harrow bio unlocked">> <</if>> <</nobr>> <div class="interlude-break"> Interlude </div> <div style="height: 6em;"></div> <div class="interlude-page-link">[[Continue->Interlude1]]</div>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <div class="interlude-title">Harrowell House</div> <div class="interlude-subtitle">May 1809</div> <</nobr>> <div class ="interlude-panel"> The old oak door swung open as Sebastian mounted the front steps. The cool May air followed as he stepped through the threshold and into the hall. He gave a nod of thanks to his butler, Parker, as he shrugged off his gloves, the dust from the lane still clinging to his boots and causing little plumes to disperse into the air with every step. When he had finished removing his outerwear, Parker offered him a silver salver, the day’s post waiting on it. As he thumbed through the mail, one letter in particular caught his eye, the red wax seal revealing the sender at a glance, the crest of Wolfram Park unmistakable. If the crest alone was not enough to indicate, then the handwriting all but confirmed who had penned the note. The scored lines and angular letters of Augusta $Nette were as sharp and severe as the woman herself. Even as a child Sebastian had never once been tempted to open her letters, as he had with so many others, there was a severity to her penmanship that felt like a warning. Even now, fully grown he had no desire to see any more of her unsettling script. Sebastian moved down the hallway and towards his study, wanting to hand off the letter as soon as possible. As he pushed the heavy door open, a creak sounded from the old hinges. They would need oiled; he reminded himself to have it seen to before the day was through. Upon entering the room, the first thing he noticed was the heat of the fire, the hot air hitting him in the face, almost like a furnace. His mother preferred to have a roaring fire all year round, she said she was colder in her old age, though he particularly remembered she was much the same in his youth. It was his mother’s voice that stirred him from his thoughts. “There you are, dearest, I thought I heard you come in. How did your visit go?” His mother smiled at him from the desk. “It went well enough, though I think the Mortons were glad to see me gone and supper finally on the table.” “I am sure they appreciated your help. Though, you look as though the lane tried to swallow your boots whole.” She laughed, gesturing to his feet. “It did indeed, though I bring you something more troublesome than dirt.” He replied, holding the offending letter out to her. Lady Harrow took it from his hand and looked at the handwriting before inhaling a single breath. Sebastian turned towards the bookshelf, giving his mother some privacy as he searched through his paperwork for the tenant accounts. </div> <span class="interlude-link">[[Continue->Interlude2]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class ="interlude-panel"> He heard the snap of the seal as the letter was opened, the rustling of paper, and then, on cue, a weary sigh. He could not resist the small smile that came to his face, Augusta $Nette could wear on anyone. “Oh.” The single word had him turn towards his mother, his mind chasing through half a dozen possibilities. “Is all well?” He asked. “I am quite well, darling. Just rather surprised.” “Is it Mrs $Nette’s letter? Not bad news, I hope.” “I imagine it is for $Clara.” His mother replied wryly. “The youngest?” Sebastian turned fully, concern etched on his face. “Is she unwell?” “She is well.” Lady Harrow reassured him. “They all are.” She turned her eyes to the letter still in her hand. “It is Augusta. She writes to remind me of a promise I once made and requests that I honour it now.” “Requests?” Sebastian replied, raising a dubious brow. “That does not sound like her. Is <em>she</em> unwell?” “You joke but for Augusta; to ask for my assistance would have taken great pains. That she set aside her pride to do so only shows how seriously she takes the matter.” Realising that this conversation would not be trivial, and wanting to give his mother his full attention, Sebastian walked around the desk and took a seat in the chair facing his mother. “And what is her great matter?” He asked as his mother’s eyes glanced back and forth over the words on the pale paper. “She intends to have her daughter debut next Season.” </div> <span class="interlude-link">[[Continue->Interlude3]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class ="interlude-panel"> “Ah, and she requires your title and connections to open doors for the girl.” “Indeed. Though it is not as impertinent as you may think.” Lady Harrow began, standing from her seat and moving towards the window. “Many years ago, I offered to chaperone $Clara when the time came for her to debut, to present her at court. This was after they returned from London for Fredrick’s first Season. I am sure you remember how well that went.” Sebastian did indeed remember that year, though he himself did not attend, the talk was everywhere. People loved nothing more than to spread tales, especially when there was a whiff of scandal. “The Miss Bletchley situation.” It was more a statement than a question, but his mother answered, nonetheless. “Indeed. Though no promises were made Augusta still saw it as a broken engagement. As I am sure many others did. There was talk, of course, invitations began to dwindle, and, I believe, even some open mockery towards young Fredrick.” “I do remember mention at White’s of the affair, speculation on what he had possibly done to offend the Bletchley’s, whispers of something untoward being the root cause. But I believe the verdict by most, was that it was down to the family’s background and, shall we say, overbearing nature. The blame was not laid at Fredrick’s feet alone.” Sebastian spoke, recalling the memories with ease. “You are correct, dear. According to Augusta, the Bletchley’s were rude and conceited. In their version, it was quite the reverse. In the end the blame was laid squarely at the feet of Augusta herself, and not without reason. Though, she would never admit it aloud, she is well aware of her part in the whole ordeal.” “But what does Miss Bletchley have to do with the youngest $Nette?” Sebastian asked, bringing the two back to the matter at hand. “Ah yes, forgive me.” Lady Harrow apologised. “The reason I mention that situation is that it was the catalyst for my offer. Augusta had been quite angry over it, outwardly so, but there was a hurt beneath it too. She never spoke of it, but when she expressed her worry for $Clara, I could hear it in her voice. And I could see merit in the anxiety for her daughter.” </div> <span class="interlude-link">[[Continue->Interlude4]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class ="interlude-panel"> “But why would she worry for the girl?” Sebastian asked, confusion marring his brow. He could not imagine Mrs $Nette speaking in any way that was not brusque. “You are a man, my darling, it is quite different for you in society. You can enter unaided, you do not need to have the qualities and skills that a young lady is expected to, not only know, but excel at. And you have a title, a lineage behind you. Rooms will welcome you with open arms. For a girl, and an untitled one at that, it is a very different story. And for poor $Clara, I fear with her family it will be an even greater task.” “But Fredrick is a man, by that logic should his entry not have been smoother than it was?” “You are correct again. Fredrick had all the advantages that being a man brings, as is apparent by his near engagement in his first Season. And yet… that he remains a bachelor still after seven Seasons is very telling. Those advantages alone were not enough to overcome the stain of his relations.” “And Miss $Nette does not possess even those advantages.” “Indeed. And that is why I offered my aid, to help the girl get into rooms where the door would otherwise be barred to her. Of course, this was long ago when she was but a child, now she is nearly eighteen, and according to her mother, ready to make her debut.” “When I enquired if the letter contained bad news, you hinted that it may be for Miss $Nette. If she is ready, then…?” Sebastian trailed off, unsure how to word his question. The nuance of conversation often eluded him, especially when the meaning lay hidden between the lines spoken. He struggled to parse what was truly being said, his mind conjuring various possibilities of what the speaker was implying. He much preferred when speech was clear and direct, for then he had no need to ask for clarification. It was a need that was sometimes necessary, and one that could leave him uneasy when he was among unfamiliar company. “Ah, that.” His mother began, following his train of thought. “I have no doubt that the girl’s thoughts were not taken into consideration. I imagine she has only recently learned of these plans, if she has learned of them at all yet. Augusta is lord and master in her home, I doubt even Edmund was consulted on these matters.” “That seems rather cruel.” Sebastian spoke, a hardness to his voice. “Poor Miss $Nette.” </div> <span class="interlude-link">[[Continue->Interlude5]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class ="interlude-panel"> “I am sure her mother did not intend for it to be so, but that is her way. Augusta does not think to consult others, even in matters of their own lives.” “I am rather glad to think that the girl will have you with her then, if that is the care she receives from her own mother.” Lady Harrow smiled at that, a softness that Sebastian had not seen before. Of course, his mother smiled at him often, she was an affectionate mother, but this particular look held a hint of something unknown to him. “I am happy to hear you say that dearest.” She began. “For I have a favour to ask of you.” “You may ask anything of me, mother.” “You still plan on attending next Season yourself, yes?” “I do.” “I would like if you could be a friend to $Clara, a friendly face in a room of vultures is a boon to anyone.” “Of course,” Sebastian readily agreed. He had only just returned from his own Season, though for him it had been more reconnaissance than debut, a trial run to observe rather than to shine. “I have not met Miss $Nette; is she much like her brother?” His voice turned hesitant. Lady Harrow suppressed a grin; Sebastian could see it in the press of her lips. She could not fault him for asking, Fredrick $Nette was… singular, to put it politely. Sebastian had tried to extend a hand to the eldest $Nette during the Season, and the attempt had mortified him more than it helped. “Heavens, no.” His mother laughed. “Do not fret, dear, $Clara is quite unlike the rest of her family.” Sebastian’s shoulders sag in relief, he did not relish the thought of another Fredrick. He had enough anxiety of his own to contend with. “It was kind of you to extend an invitation to Fredrick for White’s.” His mother spoke. “Ah, so you have heard about that.” “Yes, I fear word of that incident has spread far and wide. Though do not let it deter you from being kind.” “It will not. But it was rather unpleasant. It was awkward enough when he misaddressed the marquess, but when he followed that with a slap to the arm, I was mortified for him. He did not seem to even notice how the room grew silent and all eyes turned to him.” “I can assure you that $Clara is nothing like her brother. She has always been polite and well mannered when I have called at Wolfram.” That soft look from before returned to her eyes again. “She is quite the accomplished young lady, and fond of books. Something you have in common. Perhaps you will be great friends.” “Mother.” Sebastian chastised. “Miss $Nette has more than enough to contend with, without you attempting to play matchmaker. Leave the girl alone. Let your presence be her safety, the one place without ulterior motives.” </div> <span class="interlude-link">[[Continue->Interlude6]]</span>

<<nobr>> <<set $lastPassage = passage()>> <</nobr>> <div class ="interlude-panel"> Lady Harrow bowed her head, accepting the words of her son. At least, Sebastian hoped she did. He knew just how his mother could be when she had gotten an idea into her head. “I will be away from Harrowell in July. I am needed at Wolfram; Augusta has requested my help in readying $Clara.” “But it is May, the Season does not begin until next year. Surely, she cannot need that much help, you said Miss $Nette was accomplished.” Sebastian asked, unsure why his mother’s presence was required so soon. “And she is. Though, her mother has quite lofty ambitions, I am sure it is just precaution on Augusta’s part. You remember how she can be.” And he did, Sebastian doubted that the young Miss $Nette would ever be able to please her mother. He just hoped that his mother could make the experience less torturous for the girl. “When I return.” His mother’s voice broke his thoughts. “I thought we might host a small gathering, a few neighbouring families, dinner and dancing. A rehearsal for what to expect during the Season, albeit on a smaller scale. For $Clara, and for you, darling. And I can introduce you to each other.” “Very well. It never hurts to have more practise.” Sebastian stood from the chair, the ledger quite forgotten. His mother had returned to her writing desk, no doubt composing her reply to her friend. He bid her goodbye as he exited the room, his mind quite occupied by all the information he had just received. As he made his way to the library he could not help but think about Miss $Nette and her current situation. If his mother was right, then the girl had no inclination as to what her mother had in the works for her all these years. A thought that sat heavy in his chest. He would have to make sure that she did not feel alone on her debut, he knew only too well how anxious a new environment could be. He would endeavour to be a ally to her, as he had with her brother, and help her if she needed it. Perhaps, they could even be friends, only time would tell. </div> <span class="interlude-link">[[End of Interlude->InterludeEnd]]</span>

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The Gilded Sacrifice