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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Callum had read over the note a few time, wondering what they'd be able to do to help - with Callum wounded and Emmalia caring for him almost every moment, there wasn't much the duo could get done without taking years to complete simple tasks. "Should we go?" Callum asked.
 
"Well, it sounds like people are getting hurt, so I'm going to guess yes," Emmalia said quietly, then looked at his chest. "We can wait until you feel better, though."
 
Callum nodded, then read the letter over again. "I'm good to go now." Cal said, attempting to sit up, doing a pretty good job of masking his pain. "Let's go, help me get on my leggings."
 
Emmalia raised an eyebrow at him, then put her hand on his collarbone, where she wouldn't cause him pain, and forced him back down. "No. Not until you promise me you won't over exert yourself and you'll rest in the carriage. And that if you aren't feeling well, we postpone. Got it?"
 
Cal let out a small chuckle. "What am I, a village elder? I'm a man in my prime with wonderful cheekbone structure and a top notch-" He groaned out as he attempted to get back up too fast. "...Top notch pain management."
 
Em frowned and moved behind him, wrapping her arms around during him to very gently pull him back onto her chest. She nestled her head against the back of his shoulder, and said, "You can't push yourself so hard, Cal."
 
Callum let out a soft sigh, hating how he felt so useless. "I know Em, I just don't feel right laying here. I'm a Warlord, people need me for important things. I can't just stop being a ruler because I'm hurt. On top of that, I can't stop being a husband, or a companion of a dark huntress."
 
Emmalia still held him against her, and kissed his neck gently. "Part of your job as husband and companion is that you let me care for you."
 
Callum rested back against Emmalia, finally giving up on attempting to put on his armor. He then turned his head up slowly to look at Emmalia. "I love you, dearest." He said in a quiet voice, hoping to get a kiss from her.
 
Cal smiled at the feeling of Emmalia's lips. He loved that he didn't need to constantly be a flawless knight in shining armor around her. He could be vulnerable, and didn't need to worry if she'd change her mind on him. "We need to get to Aman's castle though, soon. More people shouldn't die because I'm in slight pain."
 
"Yes, we should get there soon. But you're not in slight pain, you're in a lot of pain," she said quietly and continued loving on him.
 
"I can suck it up." Cal said, almost letting out a giggle at Emmalia's kisses. "I'll make it to Aman's castle by next week, or my name isn't Callum Benjamin Cross of Vardenfall, Vanquisher of Evil and Spirits!"
 
Callum chuckled lightly, seeing Emmalia's reaction to his name. "Well, Emma is pretty normal too, your parents just added a few letters to it." He joked, his hand gliding over hers gently.
 
Em rolled her eyes. "It's an ancestral name. They're lucky I liked it or else I'd have changed it by now." It still seemed funny that he'd had a part of his name that she hadn't known. "I guess it's kind of nice that we're still finding things out about each other."
 
Callum nodded his head in response. "I agree. We'll be spending eternity together, so it seems paramount to constantly be surprising each other in good ways."
 
"In good ways, definitely," she said with a firm nod. It didn't seem like their life could ever be boring, nor could each other's company, but tiny surprises were nice.
 
Callum relaxed back against her again, looking up at the ceiling in silence for a moment. "What's your middle name, Em?" He asked, realizing he didn't know hers either.
 
Emmalia blushed and hid her face in the crook of his neck. "Please don't make me tell you," she asked with a bit of a giggle. She felt ridiculous just thinking about it.
 
Cal raised an eyebrow at her reaction. "What's so bad about it?" He asked, unsure if it was silly or had some kind of bad memory linked to it.
 

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