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Queen Jacqueline Dude Gal
15 years ago
As of now, all of the Sifhafuvs have journal entries. We will be adding new entries as we create new dolls. As a caveat, please note that the first 27 bios were not created chronologically and are not in any sort of order.
Jacqueline had been expecting it, of course, but it still came as a slight shock when Reginald knelt before her. He took her hand and asked her to be his wife. She remembered his desperate expression of love as he held out the ring and the pure happiness that began to well up inside her as she answered "yes." Reginald stood up, a sad smile on his lips, and ran his fingers through her long brown hair.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, sounding as though his heart was breaking.
Jacqueline always thought it meant that he loved her. She had no idea what he really felt at that moment until almost a year later. She was eight months pregnant and was confined to the castle for her health and safety. Bored, she was browsing the palace library and happened across her husband's photo album. Nearly every picture was of Reginald and her. Jacqueline looked upon this...this jezebel's photographs with cold hatred as she realized the truth. Reginald had picked her because they looked alike. He'd never loved Jacqueline at all, but he did love her.
After a while, Jacqueline calmed down. She was gone now, and had no claim on Reginald at all. He belonged to Jacqueline; Jacqueline was his wife, was bearing his child. He needed an heir, so he needed her. With time and effort, it wouldn't be hard to turn that into love. Jacqueline was prepared to take any steps necessary to make her husband love her.
After their son was born, she began to think it was working. The three of them were very happy together. Sometimes Reginald would stay awake for hours to talk to Jacqueline about how proud he was of Super Poof. Although she missed sleep over it, she didn't mind. She loved that he was finally starting to confide in her, and she was hopelessly proud of her little boy, too. When Jacqueline announced that she was pregnant again, Reginald was overjoyed. He gathered her in his arms and spun her around, laughing delightedly. And Jacqueline thought to herself, I've won.
The boys grew up, dutiful sons who got along with each other spectacularly well. They were well-behaved and obedient and loving. Jacqueline couldn't possibly have been happier. In fact, she didn't think of her for years; by the time the boys had grown into men, Jacqueline had almost forgotten she existed.
And then she came back. Jacqueline woke up one morning to find Reginald was already awake. She dressed and made her way downstairs to the smallest dining hall for breakfast. As she stepped into the room, her smile froze on her face. That woman was in Jacqueline's home, staring adoringly up at Jacqueline's husband.
With an inarticulate roar of fury, Jacqueline lunged across the antique table, scattering dishes and food as she went, murder in her eyes. She grabbed the harlot's hair, so similar to her own, and forced her to the ground, one hand around her throat. Screaming wordlessly, Jacqueline tried to strangle her with one hand while the other felt around desperately for a weapon.
Someone grabbed Jacqueline unceremoniously and dragged her away. Howling with rage and desperation, Jacqueline struggled to reach her. She just looked at Jacqueline, pretending to be shocked and confused. As if she didn't even know what she was doing wrong! How dare she?
A few days in the dungeons was enough to calm her down. She began to think rationally again. To win Reginald back, Jacqueline would first need to get rid of her. All she needed was a plan.
"I can help you, you know," said a voice. Jacqueline looked up and saw Miss Lady Ma'am standing outside her cell. "I can help you get rid of the traitor and win your husband back. All I want in return is your cooperation."
Jacqueline threw her chamber pot against the bars, shrieking with hatred. "After everything you've done to my husband, you expect me to help you? Even to get rid of that whore, I will never help you! How dare you try to use me against him?"
Jacqueline's screaming brought the guards down to the dungeons, and Miss Lady Ma'am was very nearly apprehended. As a reward for her loyalty, Reginald allowed Jacqueline to return to a life of nobility as the queen of Woldervon. However, he still had her. She was more important than Jacqueline, apparently. To all outward appearances, the queen accepted her role as second to Reginald's heart. She was nothing but cooperative, helpful, complying and gracious. She even began to cook handmade meals from scratch to serve to her husband, her sons, and that tramp. Reginald eventually began to trust her once again.
On the inside she was seething with contempt. She spent her free time concocting a potent poison. One day, they would trust her completely. When that day came, she would die.
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All Sifhafuvs are original characters and belong wholly to us. However, as a disclaimer: This is the first not-monstrous doll we've made. She was a $3 "Princess" doll from Dollar General, and is extremely lightweight. Before dressing her we had to wrap her body in ribbon to hold her in a normal position. Her clothing is made up of lots of ribbon and glue as well as scraps of cloth from Hobby Lobby. She has a tulle crinoline to hold up her skirt which I actually sewed together. *gasp* Her apron and skirt are both hand sewn from scratch. The bodice of her dress is hot glued. It's hard to see, but she has an oven mitt I made with more cloth and a layer of fleece to make it padded. Her tray is aluminum foil and cardboard, and her loaf of bread is a piece of baked sculpey clay. Her shoes are hot glued to her feet because they're too big.Fun Fact: This doll was actually a commission piece originally. We were paid to make her for a bread-baking competition at the Oklahoma State Fair. She struck us as a crazy housewife, though, so we decided to add her to our cast.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, sounding as though his heart was breaking.
Jacqueline always thought it meant that he loved her. She had no idea what he really felt at that moment until almost a year later. She was eight months pregnant and was confined to the castle for her health and safety. Bored, she was browsing the palace library and happened across her husband's photo album. Nearly every picture was of Reginald and her. Jacqueline looked upon this...this jezebel's photographs with cold hatred as she realized the truth. Reginald had picked her because they looked alike. He'd never loved Jacqueline at all, but he did love her.
After a while, Jacqueline calmed down. She was gone now, and had no claim on Reginald at all. He belonged to Jacqueline; Jacqueline was his wife, was bearing his child. He needed an heir, so he needed her. With time and effort, it wouldn't be hard to turn that into love. Jacqueline was prepared to take any steps necessary to make her husband love her.
After their son was born, she began to think it was working. The three of them were very happy together. Sometimes Reginald would stay awake for hours to talk to Jacqueline about how proud he was of Super Poof. Although she missed sleep over it, she didn't mind. She loved that he was finally starting to confide in her, and she was hopelessly proud of her little boy, too. When Jacqueline announced that she was pregnant again, Reginald was overjoyed. He gathered her in his arms and spun her around, laughing delightedly. And Jacqueline thought to herself, I've won.
The boys grew up, dutiful sons who got along with each other spectacularly well. They were well-behaved and obedient and loving. Jacqueline couldn't possibly have been happier. In fact, she didn't think of her for years; by the time the boys had grown into men, Jacqueline had almost forgotten she existed.
And then she came back. Jacqueline woke up one morning to find Reginald was already awake. She dressed and made her way downstairs to the smallest dining hall for breakfast. As she stepped into the room, her smile froze on her face. That woman was in Jacqueline's home, staring adoringly up at Jacqueline's husband.
With an inarticulate roar of fury, Jacqueline lunged across the antique table, scattering dishes and food as she went, murder in her eyes. She grabbed the harlot's hair, so similar to her own, and forced her to the ground, one hand around her throat. Screaming wordlessly, Jacqueline tried to strangle her with one hand while the other felt around desperately for a weapon.
Someone grabbed Jacqueline unceremoniously and dragged her away. Howling with rage and desperation, Jacqueline struggled to reach her. She just looked at Jacqueline, pretending to be shocked and confused. As if she didn't even know what she was doing wrong! How dare she?
A few days in the dungeons was enough to calm her down. She began to think rationally again. To win Reginald back, Jacqueline would first need to get rid of her. All she needed was a plan.
"I can help you, you know," said a voice. Jacqueline looked up and saw Miss Lady Ma'am standing outside her cell. "I can help you get rid of the traitor and win your husband back. All I want in return is your cooperation."
Jacqueline threw her chamber pot against the bars, shrieking with hatred. "After everything you've done to my husband, you expect me to help you? Even to get rid of that whore, I will never help you! How dare you try to use me against him?"
Jacqueline's screaming brought the guards down to the dungeons, and Miss Lady Ma'am was very nearly apprehended. As a reward for her loyalty, Reginald allowed Jacqueline to return to a life of nobility as the queen of Woldervon. However, he still had her. She was more important than Jacqueline, apparently. To all outward appearances, the queen accepted her role as second to Reginald's heart. She was nothing but cooperative, helpful, complying and gracious. She even began to cook handmade meals from scratch to serve to her husband, her sons, and that tramp. Reginald eventually began to trust her once again.
On the inside she was seething with contempt. She spent her free time concocting a potent poison. One day, they would trust her completely. When that day came, she would die.
****
All Sifhafuvs are original characters and belong wholly to us. However, as a disclaimer: This is the first not-monstrous doll we've made. She was a $3 "Princess" doll from Dollar General, and is extremely lightweight. Before dressing her we had to wrap her body in ribbon to hold her in a normal position. Her clothing is made up of lots of ribbon and glue as well as scraps of cloth from Hobby Lobby. She has a tulle crinoline to hold up her skirt which I actually sewed together. *gasp* Her apron and skirt are both hand sewn from scratch. The bodice of her dress is hot glued. It's hard to see, but she has an oven mitt I made with more cloth and a layer of fleece to make it padded. Her tray is aluminum foil and cardboard, and her loaf of bread is a piece of baked sculpey clay. Her shoes are hot glued to her feet because they're too big.Fun Fact: This doll was actually a commission piece originally. We were paid to make her for a bread-baking competition at the Oklahoma State Fair. She struck us as a crazy housewife, though, so we decided to add her to our cast.
