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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"Still, she shouldn't talk to you like that." Callum said softly. "You're her daughter. She should support you and love you."
 
Em chuckled. "Cal, she's a mother, not a mom. My nannies raised me more than her. She just made sure I kept my back straight, shoulders back, head up, hair curled, hands folded - you get it,"
 
"I still don't like the way she treats you." He said calmly. He slowly brought her head down to wash the soap out of her hair. "You don't deserve that."
 
"I believe you," Em said as she hugged him tightly. "You take such good care of me, and I appreciate every moment of it."
 
Callum kissed her head again. The bath continued, and they eventually got out, with Callum sitting on a stool to have Em shave his beard.
 
Callum sighed softly when they were finished and wiped off his face on a towel, standing up. "I feel like a warlord again," He chuckled.
 
They took their seats at the far end of a long table, with her mother at the other end. As the meal commenced, she said, "Emmalia, yet again you are barely eating. Is it the food?"
 
"She's been feeling a little ill recently." Callum said instantly, reaching over to hold her hand. "She'll be fine eventually."
 
Em smiled a bit at Cal, and her mother shook her head. "I'll never understand you two. Denying healers, running off with swords and daggers, coming back scarred and without your castle, but yiu seem fine with it.
 
Lady LaFaren shook her head and ate dinner in silence until she said, "So, Callum, how is your brother, with managing your castle and such?"
 

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