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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Emmalia was unfazed by the fact that they were in public and walking up to the castle. Worst case scenario, in the future she could dress up as a guard for him, if people started getting suspicious about her age. Suddenly, she said, "The King knows my name already - I've gained some prestige amongst the lords. But perhaps, on the daily around your castle and the city by it, I ought to use another name?"
 
"Perhaps. It's all dependant on what you want to do. I may be a tactician but I don't know anything about your family resources, how easy it would be for them to recognize you. Whatever you choose to do, I'll play along." They entered the castle and requested an urgent meeting with the king. Once they were allowed admittance into the throne room, the two made their way forward to speak with the king.
 
"I think I'll wing it, see how it goes. The only real threat is Ander, because once I'm in the public eye, my parents would fear claiming me publicly if they see I've done well for myself." As they walked to the throne room, she gave Callum a kiss on the cheek. "For luck," she said as they continued walking.

King Cassius recognized them immediately - well, he recognized Emmalia. "Ah, Emmalia, welcome back. And you, I assume, the knight who came with last time, yes?"
 
"Yes, M'Lord." Callum said respectfully and bowed to him. Callum then stood tall, taking in a deep anxious breath, and spoke: "My name is Callum Cross, son of Gallium. I've returned to claim what is now rightfully mine." He spoke with a tone that made him out to be completely serious and forthcoming, but without seeming like a privileged snob. "Gallium's castle, as well as his title, was to go down to the next of kin - since he had no brothers, and no older children, that would be me."
 
Emmalia watched the proceedings with interest, and stayed quiet.

King Cassian seemed genuinely surprised. "Well, of course we'll need a way to verify this, but if you're telling the truth, then yes, everything does go to you. You'll be given advisors and the like - but it must be proved somehow."
 
Callum frowned. Why hadn't he thought of this before? He simply thought that he'd be recognizable to everyone, but he realized how much he changed - physically and mentally - and probably didn't even seem like the same person. Callum didn't have anything to show for his families ties, and it could take weeks to get someone from Gallium's castle to come and vouch on his behalf. So, Callum pressed. "If Gallium's alive in prison, then he'll know who I am when he sees me. You'll be able to tell."
 
King Cassian nodded slowly and beckoned to a guard, who opened a door. "Well that is most definitely arrangeable. Come with me, both of you." They were led down a hall, then a series of staircases, more halls, and more staircases, until finally they were in very dark halls. Cassian beckoned to a guard who have him his torch. They walked through a maze and soon stood in front of a steel door with enchantments glowing on the front. Cassian kicked the door and opened the top hatch to revel a small barred window. "Visitor for you," Cassian called. He nodded to Callum.
 
Callum stepped forward to be seen in the torchlight, a grin expression plastering his face. He didn't say anything for a moment, only taking the time to examine Gallium's face once more. After this, he had no intention of seeing him again. "Hello, father." Callum said without remorse. Gallium, who wasn't expecting company, much less from his son, sat up quickly. "Callum? What... where have you-" He stopped for a moment, before his surprise turned into wretchedness. "I know what you're here for."
 
Emmalia stayed out of the way and out of view for Gallium. This was between them, as it ought to be, father and son.

King Cassian commented, "Be nice or I'll close the hatch again."
 
Gallium was about to protest but he simply grunted. "How convenient, you come out of hiding once I get locked up. I worked hard to keep you and Camilla safe. I gave you both everything you ever wanted! I didn't need to take you in. You were just a child in the mud and rain with no one in sight who would claim you. Without me, you might as well have been dead!" Gallium turned away to show that he was done talking.

Callum looked down at the ground. "I know it seems that way father. I'm sorry. I wish you could see what I'm trying to do... goodbye father." He turned around and faced the high king. "Is that proof for you?"
 
King Cassian let the hatch drop and shrugged. "Good enough for me, Lord Callum."

Emmalia had watched the exchange silently. That last bit was rather hard to watch, a final goodbye punctuated with Gallium's anger. Discreetly, she put her hand in Callum's and gave it a squeeze. She knew that he had once been close to his father, and she didn't want him to be upset.
 
Callum's expression never changed from its stone cold look. He kept his eyes on Cassian, while giving Emmalia a rather firm squeeze. "Thank you, my king. I believe you said you had advisors to help me ascend to Lordship?" Callum was silently wishing nothing had ever happened to his father. He was a bad man who had nothing but ill intentions, but he did raise Callum. Gallium chose to take care of him from a child, and now, at least in Gallium's eyes, Callum had planned his father's downfall from the day he left. He never let slip an ounce of emotion though, deciding instead to carry on and think later.
 
"Of course," Cassian said. "And of course they will go with you to your castle. Arrangements must first be made, perhaps a celebration if you wish." The King began to lead the way out of the
dungeons. "Or we could send you packing by dusk, give you a fine carriage, the like. And, of course, for Miss Emmalia too?" He looked back at Callum and raised an eyebrow, not wanting to assume.
 
Callum didn't blush often, but may have had a hint of red in his cheeks then. He looked back at Emmalia, silently asking what she'd like to do. A celebration could be fun and definitely a way to Kickstart hid lordship, but a nice silent ride with just Emmalia could be just as good. He wasn't sure her stance on celebrations, so he looked to her for help. Emmalia was almost like his personal advisor already - she knew everything he needed to, and she kept him from getting killed or looking stupid.
 
Emmalia looked between the two and said, "I think a celebration may be a bad idea. Callum and I have made a few enemies, and it might be best if we stayed under the radar for the moment." With Ander after them, they needed to be discreet. Besides, even if she was fond of celebrations, a nice calm ride in the cart with Callym would be rather nice, she thought.
 
Callum nodded his head in agreement. The less Ander knew about them and their travels, the better. "I agree with Emmalia. She usually has a keen eye for trouble, so if she thinks something bad might happen we should avoid it." After hearing this, the king gave them all supplies they'd need for the trip, outfitted them will a prestigious carriage, and sent them on their way with a promise of advisors in tow to be sent the next day. Callum sat in the from seat and drove along the cobblestone road silently, thinking about the treatment of his father.
 
Emmalia sat besides Callum and, once they were out of sight of the castle, took his hand in hers while he held the reins. Softly, she said, "I know you're thinking about something that's bothering you, what is it?" She was still feeling immensely protective over him, and the whole thing with his father would understandably upset anyone in his position.
 
"I'm fine." Callum said quietly, looking ahead unflinching. He couldn't quite explain how he was feeling - he hated his father, Gallium was a terrible person and definitely one of the worst Lords of their time. However, on a personal level, he raised Callum and Camilla like a real father would. Instead of trying to figure it out, he decided to simply block the thoughts from his mind and focus on the road ahead of them.
 
Emmalia stared at Callum for a few silent moments, then reached out and took the reins from his hands. "Cal, don't lie to me, or to yourself." She leaned in and gently kissed his cheek. "It's okay to be unsure of how you feel, but it's not okay to try to hide it." Perhaps if they got the emotions sorted out now, it would be easier for him to take over the job as Lord.
 
"There's nothing to talk about," Callum said, a bit less gravelly than before. It wasn't so much they he didn't want to convey his feelings to her, it was that he didn't know how to word it. It was too complicated to explain his hatred and love for Gallium, especially after the actions they took to lock him up in purgatory. "Gallium was a good father but a bad person. He reaped what he sowed, end of story."
 
Emmalia nodded slowly. "You know... they call acting a 'humanity' for a reason. It's about emotions, stories. And I know I'm not exactly one to talk about humanity, but I did learn a few things. Like that it's okay to not know exactly how you feel - or feel multiple things at once and get a bit overwhelmed." She looked up idly to the sky and added nonchalantly, "But this is just me rambling of course, nothing to do with you. Unless you want it to be about you, I dunno." For Emmalia, her emotions towards her parents were set in stone and unchangeable. They were terrible people. But it was understandable that for most people it wouldn't be so.
 
Callum turned to face her, looking down at their hands for a moment. He stayed silent as he contemplated what she said in his mind. "Thank you, Emmalia." He said and kissed her cheek gently. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he looked off in the direction they were going. "You never did tell me how you became a vampire. I believe you promised me a story someday."
 
Em was just happy to have helped him in any slight way, and judging by his slight change in disposition, she had. His asking about her vampirism made her turn to look at him. "I have many stories, dearest," Emmalia said with a sly grin. "But maybe I'll tell you when we get to your castle." Some place more private than the open air of a cart. You could never tell who would accidentally overhear something.
 
Callum smiled softly. He was a Lord, with his own castle and his own set of personal advisers. It was almost insane to think that he was now Lord Callum. His title would no longer be something as mundane as Callum of VarkenFall, Son of Gallium. He had his own title now, one that he earned through the determination of getting rid of his father's incompetence. Callum couldn't wait to be back at his castle, where he could enjoy all of the splendors he once enjoyed as a younger man. Now would be a little more business and a little less pleasure, however, since he was the disputed warlord of the Northeast, a title not without weight to its meaning. "In a way, it's also your castle too, Em. You are my personal adviser, after all."
 
Emmalia looked at him and smirked in the slightest. "Oh? Well, you know I'm not fond of the noble lifestyle. But is that all I am?" She quietly asked, "Cal, what will we say? Surely there will be rumors, me staying in your room. You saw how Cassian asked about if I would go with you, that hint of curiosity in his voice, not wanting to assume...." Gently, she squeezed his hand. "I don't care what we say, I know how I feel and I know that you return it. But it's best to figure this all out before we get there."
 

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