Nancy may no longer be evil, but its going to take some time for the instinctive fear and reflexive flinching entrenched in those around her to fade away.

'She stwill looks scarewy even when she smwiles'

Yet the more time Queenie spends in the company of this new Nancy, the more she begins to warm to her.

"Pwease wead me anuva one gweat-gwandma."

Omg.

The Watcher is obsessed with him.

"Dada seem scared? Why dada scared?"

"Huh? Oh... nothing, Dag Dag... Daddy isn't scared about anything."

Sul Sul pulled little Dag Dag in for a hug, and privately marvelled at how perceptive these kids can be.

He was in fact feeling rather nervous about something scheduled for later that day, but he'd hoped no one would notice...

“That was a wonderfully romantic dinner, Sul Sul. It’s been a perfect night… but… why did you bring us up to this spot? It’s the middle of winter, and the Watcher is suspiciously refusing to let us change out of our Formalwear.”

Knowing time was in short supply before they began freezing to death, Sul Sul got down on one knee.

“Firstly, I know this is long overdue, but we’ve been a bit busy with the devil living under our roof and all that… anyway… what I mean to say is, I love you more than anything in the world, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life at your side. Will you marry me, Betsy Landgraab?”

Betsy did, of course, say yes.

Sul Sul + Betsy Landgraab.

The Watcher’s favourite ever Sims couple, finally getting married.

Nancy was the only one left awake when Betsy and Sul Sul arrived home later that evening (yes, new Nancy can actually be trusted to babysit).

She was delighted to hear the news.

The Watcher is probably getting ahead of himself, but he’s already thinking about Gen 4.

The Heir has always been firstborn in this legacy, but that rule has since been rescinded (hehe). They may only be toddlers, but a decision must be made soon enough.

Only one can see their portrait hung up on that wall beside their ancestors.

What are these two plotting?

They looked very suspicious when the Watcher found them out here on the sidewalk.

Adorable, too. Suspicious and adorable.

She still looks evil doing literally anything.

A little Landgraab family photo before Queenie ages up.

And another (awkward) one, with Nancy included.

Queenie is a Child!

She had a birthday party, but the Watcher couldn’t be bothered to take another set of party pics.

Woops.

Queenie and Sandy are already becoming good childhood friends.

Sandy doesn’t appear to have forgiven Nancy yet for the actions of her past (evil) self, however.

“So, just putting this out there… how about you apologise to Sandy for all the mean things you said to her back when you were… your old self?”

Nancy’s face reddened.

“Oh… I…. what exactly did I do to her again?”

“Oh, you know, just made her doubt her parentage, subtly encouraged her to run away… that type of thing. Pretty tame stuff for you, really.”

“Oh, that’s… awful… I’ll definitely make amends with Sandy, and I... I hope I didn’t do anything like that to you as well.”

awkward silence

Sul Sul aged into an adult!

He looks even more handsome than before, in the Watcher’s humble opinion.

To celebrate Sul Sul’s birthday, the entirety of the joint Kattan-Landgraab clan spent the day at the beach.

Good vibes ensued.

After all the drama of the last few years (or decades rather, thanks to this not-so young lady), there was finally a sense of calm.

Peace had befallen the legacy, at long last.

“I hope you don’t mind these new wrinkles of mine,” joked Sul Sul.

“Quite the opposite,” smiled Betsy, “You know I want nothing more than to grow old together into wrinkled old Elders. And anyway, this new look of yours has left me suddenly impatient to get back home. My lovely fiancé is due his final birthday present of the evening.“

“Are those fireworks I hear?” smirked Sul Sul. “Gosh, I love you so much, Betsy. I’m so glad everything is finally how it should be.”

sigh.

And then… well… the faint of heart should now avert their eyes.

For later that evening….

Something truly terrible happened.

Instead of the aforementioned fireworks, there came just… well, sparks.

Betsy had simply been fixing the stereo, with her and Sul Sul planning to have a final birthday nightcap by the pool after that.

But fate had other plans (yes, fate! the Watcher had nothing to do with this).

Even as it was happening, the Watcher sat smugly by, assuming it would just end in a slightly charred, but otherwise unharmed, Betsy.

But that was not the case.

After the electric shock had ceased, Betsy did not rise again.

Nancy and Sul Sul were at the scene within seconds, but they could do nothing but stand idly by.

When Grim arrived, Nancy fell to her knees, begging for the reprieve of her granddaughter-turned-guardian.

“Please, your Grimness! I know I, of all people, have no right to ask for your mercy, but please… Betsy is the best of us… you know it…she doesn't deserve this…”

Grim made a sound half-resembling a laugh, if such a thing was possible from him.

“HA! Yes, it is rather rich that you of all people now dare to ask me for mercy. How many have I had to reap over the years because of your… handiwork? I admit it is rather unfortunate that your kindhearted granddaughter now has to pay the price, but thats’s why they call karma such a llama.”

“Grim….. no…. please…. take me instead, I beg you…”

But Grim is nothing if not dead inside, and unsurprisingly he chose not to spare Betsy that night.

Perhaps he saw it as a cruel, but fitting, punishment to the queen of evil who had kept him so busy over the years.

Whatever the reason, just like that, the glue at the very heart of this legacy was…. gone.

The irony of this awful, awful tragedy was lost on neither Nancy, nor the Watcher.

Just as peace had finally befallen the Landgraabs, thanks wholly to the patience and persistence of our truly wonderful third generation heir who had sought to redefine what it means to be a Landgraab, it had once again been ripped away, and in the cruellest of ways.

Betsy Landgraab; powerful witch, coven leader, tamer of Nancy herself, bested by a pink stereo with cat ears.

To be continued…

This part is still being played out!