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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Callum's heart broke to see Emmalia in such distress. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it over Emmalia's shoulders, then hugged her tight. He wasn't sure of anything else he could do, he felt pathetic that he couldn't help in any way. "I love you," He whispered quietly over and over again.
 
Em heard his words and felt his comfort, and soon leaned her face in to hide it in the crook of his neck. Tears still ran, but she felt a bit better just with the warmth and physical contact. She felt more like it was okay to be falling apart.
 
Callum made sure to never once relent in his embrace, knowing Emmalia needed every ounce of strength Cal could give her. "Do you want to try and sleep? Maybe it could get you away from your thoughts."
 
Em slowly dozed off, then woke herself up and shifted position a bit, then did that a few more times before she was too tired to keep herself awake and fell asleep in his arms.
 
Callum was glad she had fallen asleep, since it meant she was no longer battling her mind. But of course, his worry soon came back when he figured she'd have to try and survive her own dreams instead.
 
Em was so exhausted, most of the night she slept so deeply she didnt even dream when she did, she didnt like what she saw. Callum being tortured, herself fighting Callum and horrifically winning, that little girl getting killed. At one point she forced herself awake but was completely confused by her surroundings, so she pulled away from Callum as quickly as she could, slurring something about not wanting to fight.
 
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Callum was half asleep, somewhere between dreaming and staring. His body was begging him to rest, but he knew he wanted to try and stay awake for Emmalia's sake. When she pulled away from him, he perked up a bit, then asked, "Are you alright love?" Quietly.
 
Still half-asleep and confused, she pulled away more. For some reason it looked like he was covered in blood. Naturally, she was horrified especially since she didn't know if she had done it or the Order had in her mind. "No, no, I'm sorry, I'll fix it, it'll be okay, I love you," she half mumbled, struggling to stay awake.
 
Callum frowned as he listened to her ramble. "Emmalia, what nonsense are you speaking? Come back to bed, it's rather cold out." He beckoned for her to come back to bed.
 
Em wasn't sure what he was saying, but it didnt sound angry. Slowly she blinked a few times, then realized there was no blood at all, and that they were in their own bedroom. A bit embarrassed, and slightly confused, she moved close to him, then nestled into his arms again. "I'm sorry. I thought you were bleeding and either I or the order hurt you. Sorry." Already she was partially asleep again.
 
"It's alright love, just try to get as much sleep as you can." He told her, wrapping her tight in the blankets, holding her close. "In the morning we'll see if we can't take a walk. It's been ages since I've moved my legs for than a few feet."
 
It didn't take more than a week for Callum and Emmalia to begin their normal duties, albeit with a slew of healers watching over them (specifically Emmalia, at callum's request). Callum was in his office, writing off a few letters before he would be done for the day.
 
Emmalia walked into his office and sat on hus desk, facing him. The burn on her face had been reduced to just along her cheekbone, but she would never regain perfect vision in her left eye. She walked stiffly, with the msucilws in her back still healing, but over all she was in better condition. Even with a week or so passing, she still worried over Cal sometimes. He had been poisoned, after all. Every once in a while she had thought he was going over the edge again, but he seemed stable mentally. Now, though, she just wanted to keep him company. "Almost done catching up on what we missed?"
 
"Hopefully." Callum told Emmalia without looking up from his work. "For all I know the rest of the world could've ended while we were resting. I just hope I don't get a bunch of Lords at my doorstep thinking I've died, and try to take it over." Callum joked, although he knew it had happened before to other warlords. Who wouldn't want their own army? "Either way, they can all wait." He closed his letter and stamped it with his seal before handing it off to a messenger. "How are you feeling?" He asked, kissing her cheek.
 
"Pretty well. Now that I got a letter back from Camilla, I'm not as worried. Uh, I was going to go for a hunt..." Callum knew the problem. She hadn't been able to leave to hunt for blood since they had returned. One time she had tried and she simply couldn't get herself out into the forest, and she refused to let Callum go with her in his injured state. Even uninjured - they had been kidnapped when they were together, after all. Last time they stole a freshly butchered chicken and Em drank from that, but there was very little blood left to it by then.
 
Callum nodded his head in understanding. "Of course. We'll go whenever you're ready." He told Emmalia and stood up, before continuing. "If you're feeling even slightly worse than normal I'll go get your meal for you myself. I don't want you straining your body after what you've been through."
 
Em shook her head and hesitated. "No. Thing is, I don't like you going. I'm still scared that someone will kidnap us. But I can't bring myself to go alone either. "
 
"Emmalia, I don't want you to strain yourself. I just want you to be safe." He kissed her head gently. "I'll call guards to check the woods every day if it makes you happy."
 
Em smiled, then said quietly, "Maybe... You should have them check before we head out. Just in case, you know?" She was clearly embarrassed by asking.
 
Callum raised an eyebrow with a small smile hinting at the corner of his lips. "It'll be my honor love." He said, giving her hand a squeeze and giving the order out to a guard to get a search party.
 
Emmalia spent the time waiting with Callum, cuddling and talking about trivial things, trying to ignore her new fear of the forest, or really anywhere she could be ambushed. When the guards returned, though, it was wish news: a man in Order armor had been found lurking near the castle, and had been successfully captured.
 
Callum had examined the prisoner, looking him over for a few moments. "If you spot anyone else wearing this armor, kill them on sight." He instructed the guards. "And this one? Make sure he dies slow. Actually, I'll torture him myself. Send him to the dungeon."
 

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