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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Callum had barely heard anything she had said, staring past her in the direction Gallium left in. He felt as though nothing in the world could stop him. That was, until Emmalia put her hand on his arm. He was seeing red, and suddenly, it was like the world had evaporated once more into the only thing he wanted to see - Emmalia. He looked down at her, his hand gripping her forearm. "Em, I'm not sure what we're going to do about this." He said. He knew how odd it probably looked, a guest in such close proximity to a guard. He didn't care, though.
 
Emmalia sighed and shook her head a bit. "Well I can go to his castle, you can stay at an inn nearby, and every night I'll go back to you. Let's not worry about that now.... Mathias was supposed to guard Aman while we were gone. We have to make sure he's okay."
 
Callum nodded and took a moment to get his bearings. He held onto Emmalia for a moment more, looking her in the eyes before pulling away. He began to look around the banquet for Mathias. He began to feel bad, since Aman had instructed them to help him. Although he knew nothing could be done about it now that his father had him. He made sure to stay close by Emmalia, hoping people would simply think he was her bodyguard.
 
They found Mathias in better shape than expected; he seemed to have not been touched at all. When they questioned him, he said they had had a conversation and Aman had just quietly walked away. Emmalia looked up at Callum with a rather sad expression and sighed. "Not much we can do about it now. Best we can do is keep the rest of the guests safe."
 
Callum nodded slowly. "And you're a guest, which means I'm keeping an eye on you. I don't want someone to take you to dance. It's bad enough you shared a moment with my father." He knew she had no control over it, but it still fired Callum up. Especially after they had just shared that moment out on the balcony. What even were they now? They hadn't said anything officially, but Callum figured they'd figure all that out later. He looked down at Emmalia, the way any man looks at a woman when it becomes the one thing he cannot live without - the same feeling that arrives in one's heart when a goal is so close, yet just out of reach.
 
Emmalia took his hand and gave it a squeeze, then said, "Just because I dance with someone, doesn't mean I feel for them. It doesn't make our dance any less special." She gave him a soft smile, then let go of his hand. She couldn't help that she felt warm and giddy when he was around. But there was yet work to be done. She mingled with the crowd, watching for anything suspicious.

An hour passed uneventfully. Em stood among the guests, and heard the sudden, quiet twang of a bowstring, such as only she would hear. She knocked down the guest she estimated the arrow was aimed at, and instead of going through his head, the arrow clattered to the ground harmlessly. But in the moments she was falling to the ground after knocking the guest kver, she had reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out her mini crossbow. The archer stood on a ledge in a high window,and Emmalia shot him in the head; his corpse fell onto the ground below. Emmalia got up, put away her crossbow, and said to the guest, "Terribly sorry for that, hope you're not hurt."
 
Lord Gallium stood, shocked, watching the arrow at his feet. He then looked up, seeing that Emmalia was the one who had done such a flawless interception of the assassin. The music had stopped and the crowd stood silent as Gallium stepped closer to Emmalia. "I need you at my castle by dawn. I will have a carriage waiting for you and anything you need. Congratulations Miss Emmalia, you just got a raise." And with that, Gallium strode away and left the party with his guards surrounding him. Callum then reached out to her and sad, "Emma, are you alright? Are you hurt?" He checked her over for scars or bruises.
 
Emmalia watched Gallium walk away, an expression of pure shock on her face. When Callum got to her, that look hadn't worn off. "I'm fine, but... he wants me at his castle by dawn. He promised a carriage waiting for me - how can you come with? Wearing your helmet?" Maybe she could convince him that they were a team? She seemed honestly scared by the idea of not having Callum with her.
 
Callum looked down at her with saddened eyes. There was no way he could show up at his father's castle without Gallium recognizing him. Callum simply pulled her into a tight hug. "I'll come along, but we need to find a way to get you out of his service. I can't be away from you too long. When we get there, I'll stay at the inn so he doesn't recognize me, and so you don't get in trouble." Callum said, pressing her against him gently.
 
Emmalia nodded. Who cared if someone saw her hugging a guard? "I can merely convince him that as a dark hunter, I'm obligated to travel about, not stay in one place. Maybe it will work." She sighed and shook her head. Guests were beginning to depart, and soon, they would be allowed to leave too.
 
Callum nodded slowly. Before they left, though, Callum took her to the side and stood between two pillars with her. "Emmalia... I need you to not get yourself killed. Gallium may be noble but hes ruthless at best. Don't mess up. Do as he says." He lifted up the face mask momentarily to look her in the eye. Callum's face only showed pure worry for Emmalia, knowing she could handle herself, but still wanting to keep her out of harms way. "Don't die... Please." His voice was low and quiet, his head pressing against hers lightly.
 
Emmalia smiled softly and took a second to enjoy their position, then said soothingly, "I've told you, Cal... It won't happen. I'll be fine, I promise you. Every night, I'll go back to the inn and see you. It'll be okay, I promise." She was prepared to kill his father before Gallium could kill her. How he would feel about that, she wasn't sure.
 
Callum nodded his head slowly. He pulled away and walked with her outside. When they got there, a grand carriage awaited them with a rather impatient driver tapping his food and telling her to hurry up. Callum frowned and turned to face her. "Should I travel with you, or find my own way there?" He had put down his face guard again, and made sure he was completely covered.
 
"Travel with me," she said with determination. "I'll say you're my travelling companion, and I'll tell Gallium that you're taking a break in the inn. It's fine, just... come with me." Knowing that anything they did would be seen by the driver and told to Gallium, she resisted the urge to hug Cal. If they could avoid separation, she would be much happier.
 
Callum nodded and soon climbed into the carriage after her. He sat close beside Emmalia as the driver began to go on his way to Gallium's castle. The driver sat up top where he controlled the horses, while Callum smiled with a chuckle. "Never thought I'd be going back there again." He said, leaning against her a bit.
 
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"Shh, keep your voice down. The walls have ears." They went to the inn and got their supplies, then continued on the journey. Emmalia, knowing they would not stop or a bit, took his helmet off of him, turned her body to face him more, and gently pulled him close, so he could lean on her, almost laying against her. Being human, he needed more sleep than her - she wasn't tired, and wanted to take care of him. Slowly, she played with his hair. "Now, you should sleep if you can."
 
Callum didn't want to fall asleep. He'd rather be with Emmalia, awake, talking to her. One ting from the party caused him to think, though - what her and Mathias talked about in northern. "Emmalia... What were you and your friend talking about? When you spoke in another language." He rested against her gently, his arm snaking around her and holding her close to his body. He couldn't seem to get enough of her, she was his reason for carrying on now, his reason for salvation.
 
Emmalia stayed silent for a moment, then said, "Old times, that's all." It was only partially a lie. She wouldn't tell him the truth. Of course, she didn't know that Callum spoke Northern.
 
"No, Em, I want to know. What were you speaking of? What accident were you talking about?" He wasn't sure if he should reveal his secret yet, but decided now was a good time to show he was trustworthy by letting her know she heard them talk. He hoped she didn't act too angry at him for eavesdropping, but he couldn't stay away. he wrapped his arm tighter around her.
 
Emmalia looked at him silently for a few moments, then slowly smiled. "Of course you would speak Northern." She shook her head and said, "It was long ago, and of no concern." This was a lie - she didn't want to tell him the truth. She continued brushing her fingers through his hair.
 
Callum felt himself getting tired as she stroked his hair. It was soothing and soft, and her small chuckle gave him even more feelings for her. Tiredly, he replied, "I want to know." It was simple, and he almost sounded like he was drunk with how tired he was getting. She had this kind of effect on him, where he could fall asleep with her, something that never happened before. Callum rested against her as he felt himself slipping into sleep. "Please tell me Em."
 
Knowing he couldn't see her, she smiled sadly for a moment before kissing the top of his head. "Maybe another time. For now, please, sleep." She continued tenderly stroking his hair. She rather liked taking care of him like this - especially when she knew he wouldn't sleep otherwise. As for the secret, well, she had no intent on revisiting those memories on that night of any. Maybe eventually she would tell him, but not so soon.
 
"Em...?" He said, almost already asleep by now. He rotated in the carriage to look up at her, watching her hair drape over his with a small, quiet chuckle. "Can I get another one of those kisses? I don't think our last one was long enough." He smiled childishly, his hand reaching up to stroke her cheek gently.
 
Emmalia giggled a bit and leaned in to give him a slow, warm kiss. Once they separated, she pulled him close again. "Now, sleep." She continued tenderly brushing his hair with her fingers, knowing it would help him to sleep. She was just glad he had dropped the subject of her conversation with Mathias.
 
Callum found himself smiling after the kiss, and soon, fell asleep in Emmalia's lap. It had been just as good of a kiss as their first, and it brought back the thoughts of their wonderful dance on the balcony just a few hours ago. He didn't find himself feeling this way often anymore, and was glad he had gotten the feeling with her. He wouldn't rather have the moment with anyone else.
 

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