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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Emmalia raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "Did you just gesture for my silence? Yeah, we're gonna have a long talk in our quarters." She was hurt and didn't bother to hide it, her answer evoking emotion more than anything, and her pain and disappointment audible in her voice. She looked back at Camilla, then at Cal, and shook her head to walk to their bedroom, not even caring if Callum followed immediately or not.

Steward had merely nodded to Cal initially. And after Emmalia display, said, "At least she agreed, though she didn't show much respect."
 
Callum nodded his head to Steward. "She'll respect me like everyone else in time. Don't worry about her." Callum almost felt bad for the way he treated Emmalia and the way she walked off - but he knew to be a Warlord meant to rule with an iron fist, and make no exceptions.

After a while of conversing strategies with Steward, Cal made his way to their personal chambers. Once inside, he closed the door, and a slightly softer side of Callum showed through. "Hello, love. It's good to see you again."
 
Emmalia had already felt herself closing off like she used to be, but she didn't bother trying to stop it. Her disappointment was crushing - she had hoped for a happy greeting from callum, a hug and kiss, going out to the garden and talking about her trip. Now she felt almost betrayed. She had barely kept herself from crying, and it was only thanks to her skill in acting that she could manage it. Now that he came into their room after leaving her be for so long, she looked up at him like she did when they had first met. "I wish I could say the same," she said simply. Because of how familiar he was with her, he could surely see the pain in her eyes.
 
Callum looked into Emmalia's eyes, unsure what had made her so upset. "What's wrong? Did something happen on the trip?" He asked, stepping closer to try and embrace Emmalia in a hug.
 
Emmalia let him embrace her, but did not return it "What's wrong? I came back expecting you either under siege since I got no letters, and I was so happy to see that everything was okay, I was excited to see you, then you did come out to meet the carriage. I brushed it off and walked in. You're sitting on your dad's old throne, practically glaring at me and Camilla, the most you do is say 'welcome,' and you literally waved me away, dismissing me. It's like I don't even know you! Oh, so then I summon a servant, and I asked what the fuck has happened here? You've practically made it a military state, people are so terrified of you that they hate you, they're scared they will be arrested or killed for no reason, you're not even giving them trial! That is what is wrong!" She'd gone into a bit of a rant, but every word showed her confusion and frustration. Finally she just shook her head and very quietly asked, "What happened to you...?"
 
Callum took a moment to both let Emmalia settle down from her rant and to take in everything she said. After this, he sighed and spoke calmly. "I grew up, Emmalia. Lordship isn't about sunshine and rainbows. I need to make sure I don't get sieged again, and ensure our survival, Emmalia. I stepped up our defense is all." Callum said. "I can't show weakness to our enemies, or our allies, for they'll all try to take advantage of us."
 
Emmalia pulled away from him as far as she could in a single movement. "You grew up? No, no no. This paranoia is ridiculous, nobody will ever trust someone that doesn't show emotion to even allies. Not everyone is trying to take advantage of us. Remember Aman? He wasn't some heartless ass, he just paid for some help. And you didn't step up any defense, you literally are jailing anyone who could possibly ever consider causing a problem, which, now that they have a real reason to hate you? I wouldn't be surprised if there was an uprising, nor would I blame them! You want to step up defense, draw up plans for extreme scenarios, not this ridiculousness! You're hurting innocents, Cal!"
 
Callum sighed. "I knew you wouldn't be able to help me hold up the throne. I love you Emmalia, and I need you to stay with me. I need you to understand these actions, lords don't choose to be bad simply because we can. It's difficult to show remorse without being taken over; to give it all without being betrayed. It's too easy, and I'm not letting that happen to us. I have a plan that'll ensure it'll never happen again, thanks to the Steward." He said the last part quieter than the rest of his speech, taking a moment to think.
 
"The Steward? Callum, you're talking nonsense. And don't you ever say I can't help you be a Lord, I was raised to do just that. You have the largest standing army in the North half of the kingdom, you don't need to be so stupidly stoic. We weren't attacked because you showed remorse, we were attacked because we're allied to the king!" Realizing that she was beginning to rant again, she sighed and held her breath for a fee seconds before releasing it and saying, "Who's the steward, and what's your silly plan?"
 
Callum sighed heavily. "You wouldn't understand the complexity of the plan. As for the Steward, he's my new advisor." Callum spoke deep and regal. "Can you imagine the image of my wife being my strategist? I'd be laughed out of the hierarchy."
 
Emmalia raised her hand for a moment to slap him, but through visible effort, managed not to. She gritted her teeth together and got up to walk toward the window before turning around. "You insulting, arrogant asshole. First off, don't ever pretend I'm not as smart as you. Second, I'm not your strategist and I never was - we discussed things and made plans, I never told you what yo do. Third, shut up about the hierarchy. You never cared about it before. Hell, you hated the heirarchy! Finally, introduce me to this Steward so I can murder him." Emmalia was utterly livid at that moment. Not only did she feel completely betrayed and insulted by Callum, but she knew that she was in the right.
 
"You're not being introduced to anyone." Callum said. He knew this because not only could she not see or hear him, but also that Steward wasn't much of a person to interact with just anyone. After this, his voice got noticeably deeper and menacing. "And if you dare think about hitting me again I'll make sure you get a lasting reminder why you shouldn't."
 
Emmalia wore an amused smirk on her face. "Because you fear I'll expose the charlatan Steward for what he is I can't meet him?" She scoffed, then added, "I can think about doing whatever the fuck I want to. Right now I'm thinking of doing a lot worse to you than just hitting you." She opened her arms as a challenge. "What are you going to do to me?"
 
Callum instinctively balled his fists, one smart comment away from impulsively doing something he would definitely regret. "You won't be queen of the castle anymore. You can kiss all your shiny new things goodbye. You just don't want to accept the truth."
 
Emmalia just shook her head and quietly said, "I never wanted to be a Lady or even a queen, and I never wanted shiny things. All I wanted was you. But if the truth is that you've turned into more of a monster than me...?" She scoffed and turned around, saying, "I'm going hunting. Join me if you want, I don't care." Already she was walking away.
 
Callum took a moment to think of a response. "Good idea, a hunt should help clear your mind. It's not the life of the rabbit that matters, it's the hunter. And we're the hunters. We live among rabbits." He didn't follow, remaining where he was.
 
Emmalia stopped in her tracks, an expression of pure pain and insult on her face. "You know if don't like killing anything to eat. And don't act like I'm not clear headed." She scowled, then added, "Your life is worth as much as anyone's." Everything she had tried up until now hadn't worked, so she knew she'd have to hide her temper and try a different tactic. Softer, and more sweetly, she said, "How about you come on the hunt with me? Then I can tell you about my trip."
 
The rugged side of Callum almost slammed the door in her face - but luckily his softer side peaked with hers, and he let out a tired sigh. "I'd love to hear about your trip love." Very slowly he grabbed a coat and followed her out the door.
 
Emmalia hated everything about this - pretending that Callum wasn't completely in the wrong, only being kind so he would be decent, everything. It put a stress on her mind that she hated. As they walked through the forest, it was mostly silent except for Emmalia trying to think of things she'd seem on her trip that she wanted to tell him when he was like this. Finally though, she caught a scent, a deer and a rabbit. Of course she went for the rabbit, knowing she couldn't take down a deer, even though that voice in her head was oddly loud and protested that a deer would be better. This added on additional stress.

Trying to bring it back to the previous subject without actually bringing up a potential argent, she calmly pointed to the rabbit and said, "I could go for a deer, but that would be pointless slaughter - I won't drink a whole deer dry. But a rabbit I will. I don't want to kill the rabbit, as it's innocent, but I have to, so I'll make it painless.

The moment that Emmalia shot the bolt from her crossbow and killed the rabbit, she froze completely, her eyes wide. The smell of blood was all that was in her mind in that moment, and any sense of restraint of human emotion was gone. In an instant she had tossed down her crossbow and run to the rabbit much faster than humanly possible, picking it up and draining the blood before it could drain and touch the ground. Frenzied, she looked up and around, then ran in the direction of the deer.
 
Callum had been rather on edge during their hunt. He didn't like seeing Emmalia like this, but The Steward seemed to know exactly how she'd react and how to handle it, albeit with some difficulty. His wisdom was too great to pass up, but once he ran out of his usefulness, Callum would attempt to bring him back to Death. Callum hadn't talked much, and listened to Emmalia's adventure wholeheartedly, until she instantly became berserk after seeing the dead rabbit. "Emmalia?" Callum called when she went to the rabbit. Then, when she ran after the deer, he attempted to chase after. "Emmalia!"
 
Emmalia left Callum in the dust. There was no way he could catch her. Eventually, though, he caught up with her as she finished off the deer. Her eyes were red and her skin was pale and she was on her knees, leaning over the deer with her mouth in its neck. Feeding, she looked... thinner. Her glamour spell was considerably weakend. Her skin was a tone like porcelain, smooth and flawless but a paleness nobody living could ever achieve. Her hands were perfect examples of the change - her fingers seemed thinner, more delicate, but the same length, except her nails being more claw-like, yet still elegant. Despite this, though, she had an air of exotic, elegant beauty about her, unnatural but surreally beautiful. Unable to finish the deer, she pulled away with a satisfied sigh, wanting to drink more but physically unable to. She looked up at Callum, then back at the deer, like he was something insignificant she had merely glanced at. After all. There was blood next to her, so why would she pay attention to him?
 
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Callum caught up with Emmalia and stayed silent for a moment. Part of him wished to control Emmalia's habits so she wouldn't do something like this, but he knew if he tried anything at this stage she might attack him next. "Emmalia?" He asked, stepping closer. "What's going on with you?" Cal was a bit frightened by her pale thin body, which wasn't like she normally was.
 
Emmalia looked up at him and cocked her head to the side slightly, an amused smile on her face. "Wait do you mean? No thing's going on with me. I'm just a hunter." For some reason that was what her vampiric half wanted her to say in relation to what he had said before - yes she was a hunter, but like he had, she'd committed overkill. A moment later and she bit into the deers neck again, then pulled away, forced to face that face that she could not drink another drop.
 
Callum was astonished by her looks, but it made it that much more creepy that she was covered in animal blood. "Emmalia, you need to calm down with all of this. Your bloodlust is getting out of hand."
 
"Calm down with all of what? I'm a hunter, that makes it okay to kill whatever I want to," she chuckled. "You don't get to tell me about things getting out of hand til you look in the mirror." She stood up and wobbled a bit, but caught herself by putting a hand on a tree. "My bloodlust is fine, Callum," Her voice was less taunting and playful and was darker, warning him not to push that her bloodlust was 'out of hand'.
 

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