Diego Barrueco by David Hinga for Watch Me Pivot
Alternative faceclaims for the children?
Makes you want to explore… doesn’t it?
They said the country had played mercy as an Ace of Spades with the family. Again and again, the name would be forgotten and their shame buried, but they had never been able to resist a tragedy, and in the end it had destroyed them.
Warily, she drew closer. Vines snaked up the walls, burying themselves in the empty rooms, past shattered glass and sand-swept floors. It had an eerie sort of beauty, the deserved sadness of a name that had grown notorious in the shire, and somehow, she felt like she was trespassing on lifetimes that could not be defended.
Death sung their name to the wind, and she shuddered.
"And so she turned too her twinne sister and said, ‘my love, todaye thou art married; but fear not! Together we shalle still be, for we two art connected by the heart, and by the spirite.’
Fair Caelia did nod her head solemnly, and goldenne-headed Camilla touched her cheek with a gentlle hande, and she did in turne smile, though inside her breaste lay a heavye saddnes.
Wyth a quiete sighe fair Caelia took the whyte hand of her sister’s and did bowe her head silentely.
'My deareste sister, I todaye abandone the name whiche we share to take uponne unother! but for thou I remaine in mine heart unchainged, a Chaucer for-ever and ever. For thou and none other, sweet sister.'
'Speake not, dear Caelia, for the bride-groomme approacheth: do your dutye, as I would were our places changed, to our familye and to our onlye father. Do this, dearest sister, and think thou of me, if thou must.'”
- Inscription, Chaucer records; dated 1288, marking the marriage of Caelia Chaucer to Lucilius Ellwood-Luxe when she was fourteen years of age.