III.VII. Another Start

Claire was expecting. This was terrifying and exciting all at once. She didn't think she was ready to be a mother again with her young sister and her son to take care of, not to mention the Royal's children. 

III.VI. Growing Up

Cein didn't like sitting in the room with the other ghost girl and he cried loudly for his parents. She scared him - he didn't know her and she was cold. 

A Short Intermission

Hello readers! I have to tell you that while I have enough pictures to get me quite a few more chapters, there may be a short intermission after that. I have ordered a new computer and it set to arrive to me on Thursday! I'm very excited for this as you can imagine - as this computer should be EASILY able to run Sims 3 without a problem! So - I look forward to writing many more chapters for this legacy with hopefully much better graphics! See you soon! :)

III.V. By the Grave

Claire looked at the little Prince, his wings so bright and beautiful behind him. He made her believe in magic. He made her think of the strange dreams she had been having lately. Dreams of her mother, telling her to go to the graveyard...

III.IV. Life of a Servant

Life was great from the Silverthorns in the palace. They had plenty of food to eat, they had work to do and they had their son. Sure, it was hard work, but it was good work. Work that they felt good about doing. 

III.III Cein

It was a rainy day when Claire went into labor with her own child. She was in the garden, tending to it as always when she felt the first pains of labor.

III.II Special Indeed

Life was good. Claire enjoyed tending the plants. Spring has come in full and the garden needed almost constant tending. She didn't mind though, it gave her a reason to be outside.

III.I A New Chance at Life

Claire and Song stood before the King and Queen. They had been called earlier that day and had made the long walk to their castle. Night had already fallen and it made Claire feel nervous. They wouldn't make it back to town until early the next morning.

Her eyes also kept darting to her aunt, the Queen Mother. Her husband had died some time ago, not long after Abner had become the King. Her eyes fell back onto King Abner, her cousin. There was no way to tell...She looked just like her father.

II.V Dead of Winter

After our first time together, Song and Claire were rarely apart. It didn't matter if they were laying down for bed at night or if Claire was trying to get a shower in the morning, Song seemed to be there and...eager to love her in every way possible. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy it.