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oh man i feel you dude. math is my worst subject. i stuffed all my math classes into one semester to get them done and it was hell. hopefully you get a good grade in the class!!))

Emory’s gaze was rather intense. Rose assumed that it was due to his presence as a whole. The young lord was intimidating, in simple words. She didn’t know how to describe him other than that. She was rather grateful that he was beginning to show a different side to himself though. She was worried he might continue to keep that cold exterior towards her throughout her stay here. A gentle smile broke onto her lips as he broke down and agreed to her pleas. “Thank you, my lord.” She teased the formality. She believed it to be fair as Emory used formalities for much of her time here already. “I promise I only push myself as far as I know I can. I would never force myself to do something that I know I couldn’t handle.” She assured. She doubted that statement would ease his worry, but it was worth a try.

She turned her gaze to Viola as the maid walked into the room with them. She was glad to see that she brought the tea out with the soup. “Thank you Viola.” Her words were quiet. She immediately moved to take a sip from her cup of tea first. She hummed at the taste. She placed it down before offering the maid a smile. She could see the worry plastered on the other woman’s expression. It was odd to have two people so concerned for her well being. She hadn’t care like this since she lived with her father and sisters at the castle. She blinked to clear her thoughts before she looked back to Emory.

She tilted her head, biting lightly on her bottom lip. “You did say the tea helped some,” She was clearly trying to figure out a plan of action as she spoke. “If you do not mind telling me, what causes for you to suffer like this? Is it just the lack of sleep? I might be able to scrounge up something from the kingdom that could help. Anything would be better than the black market medicine.” She admitted. Emory was aware of that though. “I want to help you. You do not deserve to suffer like this.” She added after a few moments. She lifted her spoon to begin to eat the soup. It was amazing as always. Viola was a wonderful cook.
 
(Oof, that does sound like absolute hell. I can't imagine it! And I'm hoping so too, though I have a feeling I'll just barely pass lmao)

Her reassurances after his relenting did little to ease the worry deep within his heart over her condition, but at the very least she was strong enough to give a smile. That alone had caused the man an immense sense of relief, considering her condition when he had first discovered her being as ill as she was, the fact she hadn't been able to manage smiling had caused the young lord some distress. Emory was merely content to watch as Rose had begun to sip her tea and begin to eat her soup, it was comfort to see her begin to eat and drink again. However, her words had caused the man to tense. His expression tensed up, becoming guarded and uncertainty danced within the depths of his gaze.

As if anything from the kingdom will help me. He almost wished to laugh at the suggestion if Rose wasn't actually being serious, but he knew she was trying her best to help him, to give him some sort of reprieve. After a few moments, Emory's expression had begun to thaw and soften, although not too much to reveal the turmoil within his thoughts. A bitter smile crossed his lips eventually at her final words, his tone soft and almost filled with disbelief, "I don't deserve to suffer?" He shook his head, Rose was far too gentle for her own good. She thought too kindly of him, even if she was becoming his first friend, he was a bit baffled at her nonstop faith in whatever good remained within Emory, locked away deep within the lord's heart. "You are the first to perhaps say that to me." It was enough to make him laugh, but to even suggest that no one had dared to say that the cold man didn't deserve to suffer was a bit baffling; but considering the life the man had led with the slaughter of many, no one would be cursed at for saying that he was a villain. He certainly was, and didn't shy away from being called an evil man.

His eyes shifted downward to look at the soup in front of him, not desiring to look Rose directly in her eyes. "...My condition isn't merely something that can be eased by changing medication. There's... things that I cannot forget." His hands clasped in front of him upon the table, clenching together so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "But, I don't think it would be appropriate to discuss such things while you're eating. I don't want you to lose your appetite." A tinge of amusement had managed to slip through his bitter tone as his golden eyes shifted upward to Rose. It seemed as if he was withdrawing, or attempting to withdraw and protect himself from her digging any deeper. Emory's golden eyes remained as unreadable as ever, and certainly held no answers. From what could be inferred however from what little he spoke, he perhaps was haunted by memories. Just how gruesome these memories were... it was enough to disturb his sleep and impact his health it seemed. And for a split second, there almost seemed to be... shame that tinged his tone. It was difficult to say if he felt ashamed of being weak enough to be crippled by mere memories, or if it were shame toward the memories themselves.
 
it was, but thankfully it is in the past now cx hey, c’s get degrees! that’s what i have always said when it comes to that sort of thing))

Rose’s appetite was nowhere near what it had been before she fell ill. She was not too upset with that thought. She was just glad that she was still able to eat. Her appetite would eventually return and she would be able to get back to normal. It would just take a little bit of time to get there. She paused her eating to look at him after she spoke. She could not tell what he was thinking at the moment. It was one of the things that she didn’t like about Emory. He never expressed anything that someone normally would. He was the complete opposite of her. She guessed that it came from issues in the past. Viola had hinted at things, but never went into detail on them.

She lightly shrugged her shoulders when he finally spoke. “No one deserves to suffer. I am sure you do not believe that yourself, but you deserve to find happiness and joy in your life.” She admired. She leaned back into her seat some. “Do you think you deserve to suffer? You can answer honestly. I just want to know how hard I am going to have to work to convince you that you don’t deserve to suffer.” She was hoping to see a genuine smile finally break onto his face. She didn’t believe that he actually had before. It would be a nice change.

Her lighter expression changed to be more serious once he continued to speak on it. “I have always found that journaling helps. Being able to write down what has happened allows me to reflect back on it. I am then able to realize why it bothers me and how I can move on from it.” She offered the idea to him. She straightened in her seat once more. “You would be surprised by how much I can stomach. Besides, I can’t eat that much with my fever. I would rather you speak about it if you are willing. You would be shocked to see how much it helps.” She would love to be able to help him in any way that she could.
 
(True! Just hoping for the best, hopefully I do scrap by lol)

No one deserved to suffer? Perhaps, not. But then again, most people would agree suffering to come upon those who hurt others such as the despicable Blaine would indeed deserve to suffer. Emory placed himself not much higher than the sniveling rat. A sigh left his lips, no smile crossing his features as he cast a glance to Viola, a seemingly frigid gaze that gave the inclination that he didn't want her to overhear any of what he was about to say... if he even had the courage to recount it. The maid stiffened up at the icy chill that flowed over her body at Emory's expression, this prompted the woman to bow her head to him and turned to leave, the sound of her footsteps growing further away from the dining room until Emory was satisfied that he could no longer hear her nearby.

Once Viola had left, Emory's attention turned to Viola, answering her question with one of his own, "Would you agree that a murderer deserves to suffer?" He let that question hang in the air before he continued, "Most people would. After all, taking a life, or countless innocent lives could be seen as despicable. Those who had barely seen their eighteenth summer, snuffed out due to a noble's greed, their lives weighed by a hefty fee of coin, spices or territory. There is a reason why the nobility give me what they see as 'dirty work', Rose. I'm not a saint." That caused a bitter smile to cross his face again, though this didn't seem to be the exact reason for his lack of sleep. No, the man was far from getting into the tiniest bit of his trauma that he carried around with him.

"Journaling," He chuckled, "I've tried. It's all become incoherent scrawls afterward." His shoulders sagged as his chin rested upon his clasped hands, focusing intently upon the young woman across from him. His eyebrows furrowed again at her claim, closing his eyes as he took in a breath and slowly exhaled, "...You don't know what you're asking for." For once, his expression almost seemed close to vulnerable. There was pain there, deep pain that twisted his features and a light almost akin to a haunted look coming to his eyes. He wasn't even sure where to even begin, where could he possibly start? There was so much within him that he didn't know where to begin to pull at the massive knot of twisted emotions and self-loathing, anger and frustration and most of all the massive hole he felt within him that couldn't be filled. It seemed endless, and no matter how much he numbed himself, he could never fully ignore it.

After a few tense moments, he ran a hand through his tussled hair, a frustrated yet nervous action as his eyes focused upon the tabletop instead, seemingly more interested in looking upon it as he asked, his tone seeming a bit distressed, "...I don't know where to possibly start."
 
i am sure you will be able to! c: ))

Rose glanced after the maid as she made her way from the dining hall. She assumed that Emory didn’t want for her to eavesdrop on the conversation that they were about to have. She wondered if Viola was even aware of the things that led to Emory’s troubles. The only thing that the maid hinted at was the issues with his mother. She recalled seeing the family portrait that had been hidden away. If the other male would be willing to speak on the issues that plagued him, maybe she could finally get a more complete picture of what occurred. She knew pieces of information, but not the entirety of the situation. She didn’t want to pry earlier either.

“It is like saying that my father deserves to suffer then. He has waged countless wars and has been responsible for the deaths of many people. While I acknowledge his actions were wrong, I would never want for him to suffer.” She countered. She could tell that Emory seemed to hate himself for his actions. The way in which he described it told her what she needed to know. “Everyone has done terrible things within their lifetime Emory. You are allowed to be ashamed of them. You mustn’t let it haunt you. Living with that much guilt and loathing isn’t healthy for a person.” She spoke truthfully. While she didn’t know if her advice would help him any, she hoped that he might at least take her words into consideration.

A frown graced her features as she heard about the journaling. It was one of the simplest things that she could think of to help him. She doubted he would want to speak with someone whenever they smallest things went wrong. That is why she believed journaling to be the perfect option. “It doesn’t matter if I know the full extent of what I ask or not. You deserve to have some sense of relief from the burden you have placed on yourself,” She paused, sipping her tea once more. “You have done so much for me. The least I can do to repay you is listen and offer my advice.” She concluded. She wished she could reach his hand from where she sat just to give it a reassuring squeeze. “What is the first thing you remember? Your first bad memory? You could start there and build onto it. We have nothing but time as long as you are comfortable speaking.” The conversation was bringing her a distraction from her pounding head.
 
The man raised an eyebrow at her response to him, though he supposed she had a point... even if he himself still didn't see it. But, he could at the very least humor her for a little while, he supposed. Even if he didn't think he deserved such sympathy nor pity on his behalf.

Silence met her words as Emory had leaned back within his chair, now seeming more thoughtful that the pain that was etched upon his features. When was his first bad memory? He closed his eyes as he murmured, "I remember... my mother had been a prostitute in the black market, Laurence Barker was her benefactor... and her lover. Unfortunately, for me a prostitute having a child was bad for business." A bitter smile crossed his face as his eyes opened, staring blankly into space, "...When she was to sleep with other men, she would hide me... in a box." His throat tightened as he could almost remember the cloying smell of perfume to hide the stench of body fluids. The sensation was almost enough to make him gag, but his facial expression stubbornly refused to yield, "...I spent countless hours in that damned box, outside of the whorehouse, vulnerable to the snow and rain. No matter how much I tried to get someone to let me out... no one would listen."

"If I made too much noise, I was beaten and put back in. One particular day it was raining hard, and since the box was old the rain water kept flowing in. It crept higher and higher... until I felt like I was about to drown."
His eyes closed tightly, inhaling sharply almost as if he felt transported back to those days in the cramped, ill fitting box. A box he could barely fit within as he grew, granted his growth had been stunted. "And then, she came." His voice seethed with loathing, his body tensing immediately as rage seemed to build within his frame. "Lady Eunice, the savior that spared me death. She was shocked to say the least to see a child, half-dead within a box, and she showered me with kindness. If only I hadn't been such a fool she wouldn't have... she wouldn't have-"

His sentence cut off then, his eyes swimming with countless emotions as he lowered his head, clearly now unable to look Rose in her face. His face was beaded with sweat, though it was clear his deep phobia of women concerned this noblewoman called Lady Eunice. His hands clenched as his clothing, closing his eyes tightly as he took in a deep breath as he murmured, "I was drugged day after day, night after night until I could no longer recognize faces, no longer remember where I was, until I know longer knew my own name. And my so-called parents profited off of my misfortune." Intense shame was crashing over him in waves, his hands coming to rest upon his temple, an intense headache beginning to start up. From what he was implying before he could even continue, the woman used him as one would do in any whorehouse, to share the same fate as his own mother, passed around from hand to hand for their guest's pleasure. The Black Market was a place without morals, without enforcement. His parents certainly didn't love him whatsoever to even so much as fulfill their duty to protect him. What the man had experienced in his youth explained enough to why he felt so utterly repulsed by touch, in particular a woman's touch. It was a sensation he couldn't stand. It made disgust go through him, enough to make him wish to vomit at times.

He took in a breath and exhaled, a bitter smile as he felt as if his skin was crawling, "..I don't know how many of that woman's disgusting friends had come to laugh and indulge in my misfortune. They were all the same as deranged and unhinged as her, and no matter how much I pleaded to stop, all I got in return was more and more torture, until I no longer bothered to speak. I just remained... silent." He had to admit, back then he perhaps had been broken into submission, "...I think we should stop here for now, I.. don't want to remember anything else." He certainly didn't look so good, in fact he seemed almost ill himself. There was plenty he could say, plenty he could remember, but right now he didn't want to remember anything else. He couldn't bring himself to.
 
Rose hadn’t expected to hear what she did. She didn’t think that Emory had been through so much. It wasn’t uncommon for those married to have affairs with either prostitutes or others in the general public. It came with the territory of the marriage. She used to hear rumors constantly of the affairs that people were having. The one thing that shocked her was the fact that his mother locked him in a box. Who would do that to their own child? It was despicable behavior. The mention of Lady Eunice helped everything make sense. It was no wonder he preferred to stay quiet and jumped whenever she would offer him the lightest of touches. She couldn’t believe the troubles he had experienced at such a young age. She felt terrible for him and wished there was something she could do to ease his mind.

Her expression showed the sympathy that she felt for him. “I am so sorry Emory. No one deserves to go through that, especially you.” Her words were gentle. She was trying to figure out what exactly she could say to him. “I appreciate you opening up to me and sharing that though. I know it is hard now, but talking about it is better than keeping it in. You need to experience your emotions.” She explained. She took another sip of her tea then. She had already eaten as much of the soup as her stomach would allow her. “Would you like me to walk with you back to your office?” She inquired. The other male looked like he was ill. She assumed that he wouldn’t want to eat anything else. She planned on bringing his tea if he allowed her to escort him.

She didn’t wait for his response to her question. She carefully stood, pushing her chair back underneath the table. She made her way around to his side. It was then that she picked up his tea cup. “Come.” She kept her words in the same tone that she used before. She offered him her arm if he wished to take it before they walked. She doubted he would, but it was a polite gesture. “I could bring you different tea later if you would prefer that to your medicine tonight.” She offered. She seemed to forget about her illness at the current moment in time. All of her attention was focused directly on Emory. Besides, she knew she would work through this as long as she needed to. The young lord was more important to her right now.
 
(Happy Thanksgiving!)

It was at this point that Emory had finally lifted his gaze to meet her own. All he saw there was sympathy, for one such as he. Emory wasn't sure what he was expecting from her, whether it was shock or ridicule, but sympathy... That caused his heart to feel as it were tightening in a way he could not longer comprehend. It felt odd being able to bear just a small amount of his burdens to another, but it wasn't an unwelcome feeling. As she approached his side, it was only then that he had taken note of her arm being offered to him which made him shake his head at her. Emory couldn't come into contact with anyone right now, not when unwelcome memories were surging within his own mind.

Standing from his chair, he cleared his throat as to try and regain some form of his former composure, although he knew it was little use at the moment. "..No, that isn't necessary. You need to get some rest, you need it far more than I." His attention shifted toward his cup of tea within her hands, a frown crossing his face as he hesitantly reached over and with as much care as he possibly could, he had grasped the cup of tea with his own hands and moved away from her to put some much needed space between them. Although, he certainly didn't wish to offend her at all, and knowing enough that she perhaps wouldn't be offended now that she knew his reason for not wanting to be in direct contact with women, he still could feel a tinge of guilt that settled deep within him at the action. Was he so weak that he couldn't overcome this incessant fear?

"There is no need to spare any concern on my behalf, I'll be perfectly fine. You should be more concerned about your health." He was insistent that she would take care of herself first before she could even think about helping anyone else. Besides, Emory even if he was slowly allowing her to draw close in terms of friendship, he wasn't about to allow her to begin to take care of him. He was a grown man, he needed to be able to look after himself. It was what he had been forced to do, and relying on someone else for support wasn't something that he was comfortable with. The man felt extremely vulnerable even now, it was a sensation he greatly detested. With a curt nod to her, Emory had left, his heavy footsteps retreating away from her and up to the second floor where he vanished from sight, retreating within his own room.

If one waited of course, his footsteps could be heard again, retreating to the bathroom. No doubt to take yet another bath, for he felt the sensation of filth that was on his body even if he were already clean. It was an automatic reaction whenever he was feeling particularly unpleasant, to scrub his skin until it was almost fit to bleed. Only then did he feel even remotely clean. Of course, this behavior couldn't possibly have gone unnoticed, as the few people who served Emory often recalled he would lock himself within the bathroom for an hour, or if he was feeling particularly disturbed, perhaps more.
 
happy thanksgiving! c: ))

Rose’s expression didn’t change as Emory didn’t take her arm. She wasn’t upset by the action. She completely understand as to why he wouldn’t want to. It was almost habit at this point to do so. She had been raised to do so and, after attending a multitude of balls, it was second nature. “You are deflecting. You aren’t confronting your emotions in the way you need to. I appreciate your concern, but please understand that you deserve the attention just as much as I do.” She spoke softly. It would take quite a long time to convince him that he should let himself feel everything that came with the memories. She let out a gentle sigh, allowing for him to take the cup from her hands.

“Emory—“ She called after him, only to hear his footsteps as he climbed the stairs and closed the door to his room. She looked down at her feet for a few moments. She wasn’t going to go after him. She glanced back at the table before she left the dining hall as well. She didn’t know where Viola went and knew that she shouldn’t search for her either. She only hoped that she might be able to set the soup aside in case Emory wanted some later. She was sure that she would though. She made her way back to her room then. She closed the door gently behind her. It was then that she began to feel that affects of her headache once again. She let out a few mumbles as she moved to change out of the clothes she was currently in.

Once she was in a night dress, she moved to grab one of the books she brought with her when she came to the house. She laid down in the bed, pulling one of the blankets over her legs. She opened her book and began to read where she left off. Her mind was occupied with other thoughts though. She was thinking on everything that Emory told her still. She didn’t know what she could do to help him. She hated being helpless in these situations. She always wanted to help others which was clear to see.
 
As the day slipped by to night, eventually the dawn of the next day came and with it, Emory had fortunately managed to pull himself together during the hours he had been alone. His usual routine hadn't been interrupted this time, with him getting ready for the day, and unlike the day before, he had returned to his usual appearance rather than the more casual appearance he had taken before. Admittedly, Emory was uncertain how he could face Rose that day, or even if he could bring himself to face her at all. Although she was now his first friend, he had perhaps confided in her far more than he would normally ever be comfortable with. I don't know how she'll be able to look out me. In truth, Emory was a bit nervous to even approach her again. He wasn't sure if what he would see in her eyes would be nothing but pity, but he supposed that was better than disgust.

The man hesitantly stepped out from his room, casting his gaze in the direction of Rose's room. He knew it was fairly early, so perhaps he shouldn't disturb her if she was resting... but then again her illness was something he had to keep in mind. Despite all of his hesitation, the man took in a breath and exhaled, his face slipping back into the unreadable mask he always was used to showing as he stepped down the hall to her room. Halting before the room, he felt his heart beat beginning to become that of an anxious beat, which prompted the man to shake his head as his hand reached up and gently knocked upon the door, signaling that he was before the door. He wasn't impolite after all, she still was a guest in his territory, and it wouldn't be proper of him to simply walk in whenever he desired to.

"Are you feeling alright, Rose?" He spoke in a clear tone, not daring to open the door just yet as his heart was still beating nervously within his chest. The man had grasped the doorknob then and hesitantly pushed the door open, peering inside cautiously to see if Rose's condition had either worsened or had improved. Once he determined her health, he would go back to fulfilling his duties instead of neglecting them like he had done yesterday. He was still a lord, that was the one thing that he couldn't escape from.
 
Rose’s thoughts kept her awake for more of the night, which she found to be quite unfortunate. She ended up reading well into the night. She placed the book aside then and fell into a restless sleep. She woke early that morning, far before the sun rose into the sky. Her headache had gone away, but her fever was still present. Her nose was also congested, causing for her to breath mostly from her mouth. She drew herself a warm bath in order to help with it. She stayed in it until the water grew cold. The congestion was somewhat relieved, but not fully. Her mind had finally eased enough for her to focus on what she planned to do for the day. She was sure going out would be frowned upon with her illness. She would love to get some fresh air though.

She wrapped a towel around her body after she stepped out of the bath. She moved carefully to grab a gown for the day. Once she was dry, she slid it on. She didn’t bother putting her hair up. She only brushed through it to relieve of any knots that had formed. She placed the brush down when she heard the knocking on her door. She blinked, confusion filling her. It was too early for Viola to be here. She didn’t expect for Emory to be up this early either. Her expression remained neutral until he opened the door. She offered him the smile that she always did once she met his gaze. Her pity didn’t show anymore. She doubted he would want to see it anyways. “Good morning Emory.” She greeted.

She stood then, moving towards the door. “I feel about the same as I did yesterday. Thankfully my headache is gone.” She informed. She paused for a few moments, debating her next words. “You seemed ill last night. Are you alright?” She inquired. The question wasn’t targeting anything in specific. She stood near the small opening in the door so that she was able to see him properly. “Do you think it would be alright if I walked the grounds today? I believe fresh air will make me feel a bit better. If it helps ease your mind, I could always walk with Viola.” She was hoping that he wouldn’t be cross.
 
Emory couldn't say he was too happy with her condition, as she did seem congested as she spoke. However, her smile was enough to cause him to relax a bit - she at least wasn't on death's door, that was a relief on its own. Perhaps he was worrying a bit too much over a simple cold, but Emory wasn't a doctor. He didn't know if this simple cold would be enough to take the woman's life, as she seemed to his eyes to be quite a petite and fragile woman physically. The thought of her when she had first gotten sick would be enough to cause intense alarm to flow through the man at a moment's notice.

"Good morning," He swiftly had repeated the greeting back to her, finding it odd that he had forgotten to react with a formal greeting before he inquired whether she was alright or not. Perhaps he was getting far too comfortable with her? He needed to make sure he didn't forget their current standing with each other, even if they were indeed friends at this moment in time. He watched her with care as she had approached the door, taking note of her current appearance with seeing her hair being slightly damp still as well as the fresh smell emanating from her, he could only assume she had just bathed. And he was relieved to see there was no pity within her gaze, it seemed as if she was treating him normally which put him at ease. Maybe he could forget that he had ever confided in her?

Her next words had made the man look away from her, his expression uneasy. How could he possibly respond to that? A sigh left his lips, "I'm quite alright, Rose. Thank you for your concern." Polite and distant now, it seemed like he was putting a clear barrier between them again with how close he was allowing her to draw to him. Emory was convinced he was probably out of his mind, or worn down from exhaustion to allow Rose to know such a disgraceful thing that he had went through when he was younger. Her next request almost had made him refuse, she was far too ill to be walking around on her own. However, as his lips parted to refuse, he shook his head and stopped himself. Keeping her cooped up in her room perhaps wasn't the best idea, a walk would maybe do her some sort of good to breathe some fresh air. He hesitantly raised a hand to touch her forehead, frowning at the fever that she still had which had made him hesitate to agree with her request. If she still had a fever, he was unwilling to allow her to be walking around like this... but if she were supervised and didn't stray too far, perhaps then he would find it to be more agreeable.

Viola, he knew wouldn't arrive at the mansion for a few hours, so if she desired to walk around for a little while outside, it wouldn't be troublesome if he would accompany her instead. Lowering his hand, he kept it outstretched for her to take, a polite gesture of course, "I'll accompany you. Viola won't arrive for a few more hours, and I don't feel comfortable with you walking by yourself while you still have a fever." It was a rare offer certainly, and he seemed to be feeling a tad bit better compared to yesterday due to him being willing enough to come in contact with Rose again.
 
Rose’s smile grew as she heard him reply to her greeting. She was glad that he responded to her politely. She had been worried he might keep the curt appearance up. It was clear that he had been uncomfortable the night before. She had been pleased with the way their friendship was beginning to progress. She would hate for it to regress. “You are quite welcome.” She didn’t elaborate on it anymore. He was setting a boundary with her and she wouldn’t push against it. She knew that she needed to be respectful. It was hard for her though. She was beginning to realize why her chest grew warm every time she was around him. She was gaining feelings for the young lord. He was quite attractive and the mysterious air that surrounded him drew her in. She had already divulged this to Viola. She wouldn’t dare speak it to Emory though.

She bit her bottom lip gently as she watched his expression change. She was sure that he would tell her no and force her to stay in her room. She blinked as she felt his hand reach up and touch her forehead. She assumed that he fever would be the confirmation that he needed to keep her inside. Her eyes widened as she heard his offer. The smile returned to her lips, wider than before. “Thank you Emory, that would be lovely.” She spoke truthfully. She looked to his outstretched hand, reaching to take it gently. She began to walk with him then. “You know, the mansion is incredible.” She commented. She wanted to keep the conversation light if she could.

“I informed Viola that I wanted to work on decorating the interior. I am planning on waiting until I am healthy though. The gardens are beginning to come along nicely as well. Flowers will be planted in the spring and all ruined statues have been cleaned up.” She didn’t think that the other male would’ve noticed it. He didn’t seem to step outside often. She only could really recall him staying in his office and working all day. “I have a feeling it will look wonderful by the spring.” She added after a few moments. She glanced over at him, hoping she might be able to see a reaction to her words.
 
Her smile had made the man slightly... happy? Was that the emotion that was flooding through his chest? He suppose so, it was a rather pleasant feeling after all. Happiness was rare to come by, in fact he couldn't really recall a moment he had been particularly happy within his own life. So rare moments of happiness did catch him off guard, though the man had allowed himself to smile ever so slightly at Rose as she had taken his hand, though still feeling remnants of a tinge of concern for her as her skin felt hot against his own. Once she had securely grabbed hold of his hand, it was only then that he had begun to walk, taking the stairs down to where he knew she perhaps would like to see the gardens.

Her comment on the mansion's interior had made the man cast a glance toward the barren walls, although her complimenting the mansion had did little to bring any other smiles out of him. Emory wasn't attached to the mansion, for all it held were memories he was shackled down with. "Hm." A simple sound was all that he could give her, content to let her chatter on about her plans with decorating the mansion. Regarding the garden, it was only then had he raised an eyebrow that the statue of his mother had been removed. Now that was something that he wanted to see. "Really? I suppose that is good then." He didn't seem particularly enthusiastic, but at the very least it didn't seem like he was completely bored with the conversation either. The man didn't speak much when he was showing self-restraint and his usual composure, so it was to be expected that he wasn't particularly chatty at the moment.

Eventually, his steps led him to the garden itself and opened the door so that Rose could step through first. From his position, however he could certainly see how the gardener had been working upon the neglected side, with the statue being gone from his sight, as well as all the dead flowers being removed, leaving nothing more but an empty space. An emotion was beginning to stir within his chest as his eyes remained transfixed upon the spot where his mother's statue would have been looming, though he couldn't quite understand what it was. It wasn't quite anger, but he certainly hadn't been in the gardens for quite some while to avoid being reminded of that wicked woman. His gaze finally lowered from the empty space, clearing his throat as he realized he had been uncharacteristically far too quiet, "I can see that the garden is coming along nicely. Hopefully when spring comes, I'd like to see the progress made by then."
 
Rose continuously glanced over at him as they walked. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of him smiling just once. She tried to picture how he would look in her minds, but it was hard to with how serious he was all the time. She focused her gaze forward once more, making sure to carefully step down the stairs. “I want to take up painting again. I haven’t in a while, but hopefully something will be good enough to hang.” She mused. She was sure Viola would be able to give her extra ideas as to what to decorate the mansion with. She wanted to be able to bring life back into its wall. She believed that it would be more welcoming and more comforting that way. It might also ease Emory’s memories more. She didn’t mention that though.

“The gardener is very happy about the tasks I have given him. He was not the happiest that there wasn’t much he could do. He seemed almost as grumpy as you do sometimes.” She teased lightly, nudging him gently with her elbow. Her expression was relaxed, clearly enjoying with the company he gave. She murmured a polite ‘thank you’ as she stepped out the door. The morning air was crisp and cool. It initially made her shiver, but she soon adjusted. She took a gentle breath of the fresh air in, looking around the garden. She was glad to see the progress that had been made since she had been outside last.

She looked back to the young lord as he spoke. “I am thinking of putting a pond where the statue was with a bench near it. Are there any flowers that you particularly like? I would appreciate your input.” She spoke truthfully. She doubted he would actually offer her some names, but it was worth a try. “You will be the first person I show when it is completed.” She assured. She turned her gaze to the rising sun then. The sky was filled with hints of pink and orange. The clouds that had been littering the sky were finally leaving. She had a feeling that the day was going to be beautiful.
 
Rose's teasing was mostly went ignored by Emory, though this did prompt the man to react with his eyebrows furrowing as he responded, "I am not grumpy.. am I?" He never assumed he was. If anything, his actions he thought was normal and was always usually composed. Addison in comparison, Emory knew how foul the old man could be. He was an old soldier after all, it wasn't as if he was happy to be sitting around in his latter years without a sword in his hand. But, unfortunately like everyone, old age had caught up to him. Perhaps he was pining for the glory days, where he would face off against the king's soldiers in defense of his lands, but those days were far gone. He didn't see the man of course as he stepped into the garden, it was perhaps Addison's day off, though he knew most likely the old man would be in the village, wasting his time away by drinking away his sorrows until he eventually would sober up and come back to his duties again.

The thought of Addison had made Emory lost in thought until Rose had broken his train of thought, inquiring about any flowers he would like to see. Emory... truthfully couldn't answer. He never found much beauty in the world, nor did he find anything particularly interesting, for his mind had always been on self-preservation and his duties to keep himself from slipping into the past. For him, flowers were just... flowers. It didn't truly matter what she would do with them, as eventually he had every intention of allowing her the rights to his mansion and the territory he controlled. His eyes scanned over the garden, eyebrows furrowing only for him to shake his head and look back to Rose, "I think it would be best for you to choose what you'd like. I can't give you any recommendations." A typical response, but honestly Emory couldn't think of any flowers that he found particularly beautiful or interesting, they were all flowers to him and thus were all the same.

A stray thought did come to his mind though, wasn't Rose named after a flower? Certainly it would be suitable for there to be roses in the garden, if he recalled they did smell quite pleasant and were quite popular with noblewomen, and even if they had relatively short lifespans... they were quite pretty to look at. Though nothing compared to her- That thought was stopped abruptly as he was startled by his wandering thought process. Where was his mind going with that? Did he find Rose attractive? Well, yes, but what did that have to do with anything? His expression seemed to tense up as he looked suspiciously away from Rose, as if unable to bring himself to look at her, "...On second thought, adding a few roses in the garden wouldn't hurt, wouldn't it?" Quite suspicious indeed. He silently reprimanded himself in his own mind on allowing him to even so much as allow himself to think such improper thoughts, no matter how benign, in the selfsame lady's presence.

Of course, as she said that he would be the first to see the garden, he was a bit bewildered why he felt remotely pleased about that. Certainly, this was not like himself. Nonetheless, his typical expressionless face shown no indication that he was happy, merely nodding his head as he felt he had his emotions under control again to be able to look in Rose's direction, "Do as you wish." Of course, what he didn't anticipate was the glow of the rising sun upon her face, reflected within her eyes and illuminating her features. That sight was enough to make his heart.. skip a beat. She was lovely, truly lovely, and that made him alarmed that he couldn't look away. For the first time, perhaps he had found something that he found beautiful. Even if she current was ill, that didn't detract at all from the lovely woman at his side. And, if he were being completely honest with himself... he would perhaps have desired to observe her forever in this quiet moment, where memories didn't claw at his mind, where he could temporarily forget the world, to have it centered on her and her alone.

And this scared him.

Emory turned his head away, forcing himself to reign in his troubling feelings beginning to rise within him. Instead, he seemed rather tense and uncomfortable at this moment in time, though he didn't voice any complaints. Who was he to disrupt this moment? He just had to bear it in silence, to regain control of himself so he could sort out these alien feelings later... if he didn't automatically bury himself in his work.
 
Rose could feel a smile spread on her lips as she heard the other male question if he was actually grumpy or not. “My mother used to always say if you have to question it, it is true,” She paused as a light laugh escaped her. “You have your moments where you are as grumpy as an old maid dealing with her screaming children and cheating husband. It shocked me originally, but now it is quite amusing. I am sure it stems from your work. I can’t imagine the responsibilities you might have on a daily. After all, they keep you locked in your office all the time.” She mused, not noticing that she was beginning to ramble. It was clear that she found comfort being next to the young lord. It had taken some adjusting, but she was pleased that she was getting to know him better.

A gentle huff left her lips as she heard his words. “That is an issue. I have absolutely no idea what flowers I want to plant. I was hoping you might have something in mind.” She confessed. She assumed that she could just ask Viola for her opinion. She had been hoping that the other male would have something in mind. Her gaze settled at the empty spot, trying to think of something that might work there. She looked to Emory as she heard his next words. “Oh my, that sounds wonderful. I completely forgot about roses. It is a bit ironic since I am named after them.” She spoke truthfully. “I think they would look wonderful. Thank you for the suggestion.”

She was grateful to hear that Emory didn’t protest against being the first one to see the garden once everything was finished. “I shall. After all, no men’s word has stopped me before.” She commented. She meant it as a lighter comment, wanting for Emory to relax some. She had noticed that he tended. It worried her that he might be thinking back on the unpleasant memories that came up yesterday. “How far are you willing to let me walk today? Despite my time here, I still haven’t seen the full length of the grounds. If I promise to let you know when I begin to feel worse, can we go explore some? That is if you have enough time. I don’t want to keep you if you have work to do.” She inquired.

She turned her head from the sunrise to the man next to her. She was a bit confused to see him looking away, but she didn’t question it. She lightly nudged him, hoping that he might have been zoning out and that it wasn’t anything worse.
 
Emory immediately reacted as Rose had lightly nudged him, nearly flinching away if he hadn't caught himself before he could fully do so. He found it wasn't the usual fear of touch that plagued him this time, but his rather troubling thoughts concerning the young woman beside him that made him react in such a manner. However, he forced himself now to focus on her request, which made him visibly relax as his eyebrows furrowed, unable to stop himself from feeling a tinge of concern. Would it be appropriate for her to walk around while she still wasn't feeling well? However, he supposed if she would be fine walking about the grounds if he were at her side anyways. So, with a sigh, even if he was reluctant to agree, he had nodded his head at her.

"Very well, but you must tell you as soon as you start to feel unwell." He could always attend to paperwork later, and if needed he could pull an all-nighter if he absolutely necessary. So, the man had once more held out his hand for her to take and as soon as she had grasped hold of it, he had begun to walk the familiar pathway out of the garden to a gate that lay on the northern side. It apparently seemed to be well used, as the gardener often used the pathway, though no one else used it. It was the only shortcut to get nearby the only other areas within the lord's grounds, the stables and the training grounds; the latter of which was rarely used as Emory had stopped frequenting the grounds after his duties had consumed his life and was only used by the very few soldiers that still remained loyal to him. First, he had intentions of showing Rose where the stables were located, as it wasn't too far from the garden, and hopefully wouldn't be too hard on her to walk there.

Emory's pace remained slow enough for her to keep up with him as he guided her along the dirt path, moving toward the direction of the stables. The stables once they came into view were well kept, and clean. Though, it was relatively silent so early in the morning due to the stable hands not arriving yet, though they too were rather small in number to take care of the horses fit for travel; and those who were accustomed to battlefields that had been retired to spend the rest of their days in leisure. As Emory approached the stables, his attention shifted toward the pasture set aside for the animals, in which there only currently seemed to be one that seemed to have been recently put out to graze upon the grass, though he recognized the horse as the one he had so hastily used to get to the kingdom with medicine for Rose. It was a familiar stallion that he used through his late adulthood, raising it from when it was a colt. The normally cold man's expression had softened ever so slightly as the horse seemed to have perked up as the sound of his footsteps and came trotting over.

A rather large steed, on closer examination it black coat shone healthily in the sun's light as it snorted at Emory, tossing its head slightly as it approached the two. It's large head leaned forward and stubbornly nudged Emory's free hand, as if insisting on being pet. With a sigh, he had gently rested his hand on the horse's snout, muttering, "Yes, yes I know. I'm sorry for pushing you so hard." The stallion seemed rather pleased as Emory had pet it, though soon it seemed dissatisfied for just Emory's attention and had promptly turned its head to Rose, whinnying at her as he lowered his head, clearly expecting to receive pets from her as well.
 
Rose’s expression lit up as Emory agreed to showing her more of the grounds. She had been worried that he was going to say no and usher her back inside. “I will, I promise.” She assured. She was itching to see what the rest of his property looked like. The only bit that she had seen other than the garden was the east side near the forest. She took his hand once again, keeping a gentle grip on it as they walked. She glanced around at their surroundings as they walked. The quietness of the morning was perfect. The only thing she hated about the capital was how loud it was most hours of the day. This was a welcome change. Dew still clung to the grass. She breathed through her mouth, watching as the condensation from the warm breath formed a cloud. It was gone as soon as it appeared though.

It wasn’t too long until the stables came into view. Her eyes widened as she noticed the horse. She sped her pace up a bit. She stopped with Emory as the stallion met them. “Aren’t you beautiful?” She murmured as it whinnied. She reached up to place her hand gently on his snout. She let go of Emory’s hand in order to lightly scratch his mane. She turned her gaze to Emory as she did so. “How long have you had him?” She inquired. She stopped the scratching after a few moments, patting the side of the stallion’s cheek. “I might take him out for a ride once I get healthy again, if that is alright.” She didn’t know how Emory would feel about her doing so.

It was clear that being outside was bringing her energy. She believed that the cooler air was helping. It was nice to be able to spend time with Emory as well. This was the first time that she had been able to spend proper time with him. She wasn’t worrying about anything that had happened before. It seemed that Emory was also keeping him mine off of things. She didn’t know for sure though and doubted she would. The young lord hid his emotions well.
 
"I've had him for four years, his name is Echo," He watched as the stallion seemed rather content as Rose had scratched his mane, eventually settling on the stallion's cheek which it snorted with contentment, leaning a bit to her touch. Though, he looked to Rose as she had asked for permission to take the stallion out for a ride, causing the man to nod his head, "That would be perfectly fine. Echo needs some exercise from time to time, and unfortunately I haven't been able to take him out as much." After all, the stallion's temperament - much to Emory's dismay - had been far too gentle to serve as a horse capable of staying calm at the sound of fighting. As such, Emory only used the horse whenever he needed to travel to destinations that weren't dangerous. Even if he was rather cold, he thought rather fondly of Echo and didn't desire to see the gentle hearted steed injured. So, if Rose desired to take Echo out whenever she desired, he wouldn't protest.

With that said, the stallion seemed to have grown bored of the attention and had moved his head away, tossing his head and with quite the bit of attitude, the stallion had trotted off into the pasture causing the faintest of amused smiles to cross Emory's face. A rare sight to be certain, but he couldn't help but feel amused at how much attitude the stallion seemed to show. Shaking his head, the man had held out his hand again to Rose so that she could grab hold of his own and once she had, he had led her away from the stables to leave Echo to trot around as he pleased in peace. Once more, he had walked back to the fork in the path and took the path leading to the east, it was here eventually that they would reach the training grounds; a large flatted piece of land with a barracks connected to it, granted it too seemed to not be used and had fallen into more of a storage in recent years.

It could easily be explained by the fact there had been no recent war with the kingdom, and with Emory taking over he had let go a lot of the former soldiers... or had slaughtered them with his own hands for reasons he alone refused to speak on yet. "Here is... or was the training grounds." He occasionally stilled used the training grounds himself when he felt as if his own skills with a blade were beginning to fade, and it shown with some of the training dummies that were left out in the empty yard. However, said training dummies were nearly broken, with large gashes in the wood, and those that were destroyed had been placed on the side in a rather concerning large pile. It was easy for Emory to lose himself here to his anger, to vent through his frustration though the use of swords, even if he never could properly verbally vent.
 
A content smile stayed on Rose’s lips as she kept her gaze focused on the stallion in front of her. “He is a sweet horse.” She mused. She allowed for the horse to pull away whenever he was ready to. She would never force attention on an animal when they didn’t want it. She looked to Emory as he agreed to allow her to take the horse out. “Thank you, I truly appreciate it. I have not been horseback riding in quite a long time.” She admitted. It was then that she noticed the small smile on the young lord’s lips. She couldn’t recall if she had ever seen him smile before. His golden eyes seemed to light up even with the faintest amount of joy he was experiencing. It caused for her own smile to grow.

“You know, you have a lovely smile. I would love to see you smile more.” She spoke truthfully. She didn’t say anything more, gladly taking his hand. Her grip was a bit tighter this time and she stuck closer to him as they walked. She was getting cold, but didn’t speak on it. She was enjoying this time with him far too much to have it end so soon. She continued to look around as they walked. Her gaze soon landed on the abandoned barracks and the training ground. She didn’t think that she had ever seen anything like it before. Her father never allowed for her to go near the soldiers. It was one of the unfortunate things about being the youngest daughter.

“I am assuming that you frequent here quite often.” She noted as her eyes fell on the training dummies. Emory was the only person that she assumed would come here to train. “I have always wanted to learn how to spar. I used to be able to use a bow, but that was when I was a teen.” She spoke her thoughts, not thinking anything of it. She would rather fill the silence that way. “How long has it been abandoned?” The timeline of her father fighting to take over the land that Emory owned had been going on for most of her life. It was the only thing that she knew made her father angrier beyond compare.
 
Emory remained silent as he allowed her to speak, content to allow her to fill the silence although part of him wished that he had discarded the broken training dummies beforehand... but then again, he never anticipated taking Rose to see the barracks. However, it seemed as if her earlier words of liking Emory's smile had made a slight tinge of color to come to the man's ears, although his expression remained as stone-faced as ever. Soon, he would nod his head as she had put together that he often visited the barracks, "Yes, I do. I have no use for an army at this moment in time, so it fell into disuse for some time." His words rang true, as the barracks were relatively unused until Emory would visit out of frustration due to Lawrence's unwanted appearances or if he desired a place to be alone for awhile to blow off some steam.

It was rather curious news to hear that Rose learned how to use a bow, but then again he also guessed that it was because of her status of being a princess that enabled her to do so. Many noblewomen would never be able to gain permission to learn to use any weapon due to it being seen as a requirement for young men; and of course there was the kingdom's hunting competitions that would occur in the spring. Of course, he waved it aside. He normally never attended any of the hunting competitions due to his uneasy standing with the current king; and the dislike was mutual between the two men. So, he'd much rather not push his luck. It was enough that he needed to make sure Rose recovered from her illness, and there was no telling how the royal family will react once they see her in his care.

As she asked how long it had been abandoned, the man tilted his head as he tried to remember. Taking his current age into account, being within his late twenties, he had taken over the mansion forcibly when he had reached his eighteenth birthday. "Ten years.. I believe." His expression seemed to become somber as he could recount the unpleasant memories of the bloody night he had spent, lashing out at anyone and everything that had been close to him. He could even recall the barracks being quite the disarray when he was done with it that bloody night; with blood standing the building and the dirt, and countless bodies being strewn along the court. It was shortly after did he begin his fighting with the king, and with the very small amount of men he had left alive under his own care, he had repeatedly stopped the king's advances over and over again until the man had reluctantly retreated off from his lands. Of course, Emory was still always making sure he kept an eye on his borders just in case the king would dare raise up and try to attack him again. He never let his guard down.

"Since it hasn't been used so long, it's a temporary storage. Though, I'm beginning to think I don't have much use for it. I don't have the time to come out here too long, and since I have no use for soldiers..." He trailed off, lost in thought. However, his own eyes seemed a bit dim as if distant memories were beginning to surface again within his own mind, this was accompanied by the fact the man had tensed up again.
 
Rose fell quiet as she listened to his response to her words. “That much I can see. It definitely does need to be cleaned.” She spoke with a soft laugh. She made a mental note to come out when she felt better to begin to work on cleaning it up. It would give her another project to do. She didn’t want to burden anyone with the responsibility of cleaning it. She also didn’t know who would even want to clean up old barracks. “This will be my next project then. Ten years is far too long for it to sit empty. I am sure that I can find something to use these old buildings for, whether it be storage or something else.” She doubted that Emory would care that she wanted to clean this up. He had been supportive with everything else she decided to do.

“I might keep some of the storage for things from the house and then other supplies for the gardener. I could even set aside a space for painting.” She mumbled as her thoughts raced through her mind. There was quite a bit potential here. “Maybe I will even teach myself how to spar. It cannot be that hard.” She added with a small shrug. She turned her gaze back to the young lord then. “I am sure that I will find some good use for the space.” She was growing more excited to see what the property would look like in the spring. She would have to write down her ideas once she got inside.

“I hate to say it, but I believe I should get back inside. I am beginning to get a bit cold.” She admitted. She didn’t want to break the promise that she made to Emory. She also didn’t want to catch a chill and feel worse than she did. She was hoping that she would continue to feel better as the day progressed. She knew that she would be better once her fever broke. She lightly squeezed Emory’s hand unconsciously, moving to stand a bit closer to him. The sun was peeking over the trees by then. She was sure Viola would be getting to the mansion in an hour or so.
 
As Rose had rattled off the things she could possibly do with the abandoned barracks, he had to admit it perhaps was a good idea to allow Rose to be able to see the barracks themselves. He would allow her to do as she wished, and perhaps make better use of them than he ever could. However, when she said that she could possibly teach herself to spar, that caused the man to raise an eyebrow at her, "It isn't as easy as it seems." Of course, he wasn't trying to discourage her, though he sighed as he added, albeit almost reluctantly, "If you begin to feel better, I could perhaps show you the very basics." A kind offer, but he had to admit he wasn't too enthused about the idea of Rose holding a weapon. There was no telling if she could potentially hurt herself, and the thought of her suffering any sort of injury made the man's stomach turn in worry.

However, this train of thought was interrupted soon by Rose stating that she was beginning to feel cold. Almost immediately, Emory had turned to face her as alarm had flared up in his eyes. Although he could still feel like she was hot to the touch by her hand alone, he should have known that staying out for long would be a terrible idea. In his hasty movement to turn to look at her, he had unconsciously drew her near just as she had moved to stand closer to himself, resulting in the man accidentally drawing her right up against him much to his shock as his other hand had settled upon her back, just in reflex to make sure she didn't lose balance and fall. The last thing he needed was her being knocked to the ground. This simply left him in an uncomfortable situation.

The man was quite taller than Rose, though from the close proximity, even in his rather formal attire the taunt muscle of his torso could be felt. If one would deliberately listen, one could hear his heartbeat which had been elevated to the point it was almost concerning as his golden eyes didn't tear away from her. It was a tense moment, one that Emory wouldn't dare move a single muscle if only for a few seconds before he finally had broke the moment by turning his head away and clearing his throat, "I apologize." He immediately had let go of her, although his hand remained within her grasp, though his pulse was certainly faster, and his ears certainly were a deep shade of red at this point as he added in a somewhat scolding tone to hide his embarrassment, "If you were cold, you should have said so sooner. I don't want your illness to get worse, R-Rose." He nearly tripped over saying her name, unusual behavior for certain. Nonetheless, he began walking back in the direction of the mansion, and seemed quite determined to put a small barrier of space between himself and Rose as to prevent any other mishaps.

It was only when they finally reached the garden and from there the door to the mansion that Emory had stopped, releasing her hand from his own grip and opened the door for her, though he had regained his composure at this point, "Please, get some rest."
 
Rose’s head tilted as she heard his words, raising an eyebrow herself. “I am aware that it isn’t as easy as it looks. I just think that it would be nice to take up a new hobby. I could defend myself easier then as well.” She stated as her expression relaxed with his offer. “I would greatly appreciate that. Who knows? I might surprise you yet.” She added. She was sure that her actions had surprised the other male up until this point. At least, she hoped that she did. She doubted that many would believe that she had the ability to smile through the worst of situations. She truly would do whatever she could to make those around her happy. She believed that it was worth it.

She could feel herself being pulled closer to the other male immediately after she spoke. She stumbled as she was, not having expected the sudden movement. Her left foot caught on her right. It caused for her to trip. Her free hand fell on Emory’s chest, his other hand helping balance her. Her gaze had fallen to her feet as her breath hitched in her throat. She slowly looked up and met his gaze then. She couldn’t explain just what was going through her mind. Her heart was racing while a warm feeling blossomed in her chest. Her cheeks flushed pink. She didn’t speak as he put space between them, her blush darkening.

“There is no need to apologize.” She assured, her words soft. She was grateful that he still kept hold of her hand. She blinked as she heard the stutter in his next words. She didn’t think that she heard him stumble like this before. She couldn’t blame him though. She was sure that he was just embarrassed for what occurred. “It did not bother me until just now. I wouldn’t have kept it from you. I had promised to tell you the moment I began to feel worse.” She reminded. She fell quiet as they began to walk back towards the mansion, taking the same path that they had before.

She paused when he opened the door for her. “I will. Thank you for walking with me. I enjoyed spending time with you.” She confessed. She offered him the lightest of smiles before she stepped inside. She walked the familiar steps up the stairs and towards her room. She closed the door carefully behind her once there. When it was shut, she leaned against it.
 

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