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Rose didn’t think much of his vague response to his rest the night prior. She was focused more on what activities they would undertake during the day. She kept a gentle grip on his hand, staying close to his side while they walked. She clearly appreciated the slower pace that he took in order for her to keep up with his longer strides. She nodded her head along with his words about Viola. “She was very appreciate. I just didn’t find a reason for her to be undertaking her usual duties when it would just be me there for the period of time.” She explained. She hadn’t thought that the young lord was upset by her initiative to give Viola the time off. He had made it abundantly clear earlier in her stay that she was allowed to have some say in things that happened at the manor. Now that he was courting her, she figured she could step into the role more easily.

A soft laugh left her at his comment. “Oh trust me, I can handle the minor things such as the grounds and the interior. I will leave the major ordeals to you. I will not allow for you to step away so easily.” She teased in response. She glanced to their hands as he squeezed hers gently, causing a smile to spread on her lips. It was obvious that Emory was beginning to adjust to the physical contact that she offered him. It was a large change from how he was before though she much preferred the way he was currently acting. She blinked in surprise at the honorific being used, but didn’t complain about it. “I suppose so. I do hope you aren’t planning on dying on me Lord May, especially now that you have finally decided to court more.” She continued to joke, deciding to use his official title as well.

Her posture straightened as they finally arrived at the town. It was much livelier than it had been the day before. She hadn’t expected for it to have the buzz it did. It clearly excited her. There was so much that she wanted to see. She knew she needed to stop by the seamstress and the market. She wondered if there were any other shops to wander through. She was aware that it wouldn’t match anything that the kingdom had, but it would be nice to see. She would love to support those in the town as well. She only hoped Emory’s presence didn’t cast a negative shadow on the day. His mood had improved greatly after all, and there was no reason for anyone to treat him unkindly because of that.

She didn’t speak as they came across the son of Viola. She could immediately see the resemblance to both of the boy’s parents. “You truly have these villagers scared out of their gourd, don’t you?” She whispered to Emory in a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow at him. A smirk found its way to her lips as well. She took note of the way the boy consistently would look back to her. It wasn’t the first time that something such as that had happened nor would it be the last. She turned her gaze to Merewin as the man came lumbering over. The smirk shifted to a grin. It was obvious that she was glad to see the man. “I do apologize for the way in which you had to listen to her ramble about me. Your advice was very helpful though and quite successful.” She informed. She glanced between the two men, noticing the shift in mood. “Would you two please try not to rip each other’s heads off while I am present?” She inquired. The bad blood between them was worse than she originally thought. It made her doubt that she could try to mend any sort of a friendship between the two. “I am glad to see you again as well Merewin.” Her words were sincere.
 
Merewin chuckled, a hearty bit of laughter leaving him, "Oh no, don't worry your little head about that. After all, it's not as if I don't mind. Viola always wanted a daughter, and the way she talks about ya managed to make me feel the same!" His eyes gentled as he said that, though a bit of hesitation crossed his face as he looked at Emory, a frown worming its way upon his face, "Glad things worked out.." Clearly he wasn't too enthused as he said those words, the distrust leaking with every single syllable. Worry was within the man's dark eyes as he looked to Rose, his bushy eyebrows furrowing for a few moments. Even if Viola seemed quite happy about anything concerning Emory, her husband certainly was the opposite; viewing the young lord with nothing but suspicion.

Emory's expression seemed reluctant at Rose's words as he said calmly, "I promise I'll behave, so long as he stops acting like a foul-tongued hooligan." Merewin's eye twitched, growling, "A foul-tongued hooligan, huh? At least I didn't butcher my own family, you filthy devil!" Emory bristled at that, his jaw clenching though he swallowed back a well of insults. Closing his eyes, the man shook his head at him, restraining himself. If he truly wanted, the man could have tried killing Merewin then and there for such insults, "I had my reasons." He said those words quietly, which didn't seem to appease Merewin, though it seemed like the tavernkeeper would let it go... for now. Merewin shrugged, "Screw ya and your damned mysterious reasons. Can never get a straight answer out of ya, can I?" Emory's free hand had clenched tightly, though he didn't respond to that at least, deciding to let it pass as Merewin's gaze shifted to Sigric who had been attempting to sneak away during the back and forth, "Oi! Get yer scrawny ass back 'ere!" A groan of exasperation left his son's lips as he turned to face him, "But dad!"

"I don't wanna hear it! Ya ain't gonna be runnin' around the streets when you have work to do. Now get to haulin'!"
"But Acelina-"
"I don't care who Acelina is, go!"

Sigric, looking quite annoyed had grumbled as he returned back to the barrel of ale, and with some effort had lifted the barrel over his shoulder, muttering a few lines of "not fair" and "wasting my time" though the boy ducked his head as he passed Merewin, the man shaking his head in exasperation as Viola's head popped out from the tavern's doors, the woman having been attracted by the sounds of Merewin's shouting, though becoming quite mortified seeing Emory standing nearby, "Oh, Merewin!" She rushed over, bowing immediately to Emory, "I'm so sorry, Lord May!" She turned and smacked her husband's arm, her eyes blazing quite fiercely, "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that! At the very least try to get along with him! He's a good man!" Merewin's expression tightened as he glared at Emory, grumbling, "A good man indeed... Rose, was it?" His gaze turned to Rose at Emory's side, "Careful around him. Don't wanna see something happen to ya." With that the man turned away, lumbering back to the tavern as he called over his shoulder, "I'll get the coin so you can leave."

As the tavern doors had shut, Viola sighed as she bowed her head to Emory and Rose again, "I cannot apologize enough for his behavior. Truly a thousand apologies cannot be enough-" Emory shook his head at her, "No need. He has every reason to be upset. I.. don't blame him." He probably would have been just as enraged if he had a fraction of the devotion Merewin had to protecting and serving the former Lord May. He didn't expect for the man to get over such a thing anytime soon, even if it did somewhat sting. Regardless, the insults he could take. He'd been called worse. Allowing a smile to cross his face, easing away the darkness that had threatened to settle upon his features, "I see the tavern had been keeping you." Viola straightened up out of her bow, her eyes growing wide as she let out a nervous laugh, "Yes, well I thought I could attend to a few things here and there before I got to the mansion but... I didn't think it would be so busy today." Emory shook his head at her, "It's fine, Viola, please just stay with your family today. It's not as if Rose and I will be in the manor until late." A pleasant smile crossed the woman's face as she nodded her head at Emory, gratitude there though turning her head as Merewin's footsteps could be heard as the man stepped toward Emory and Rose, handing out a pouch of coins toward Emory, "Here. Take it," He paused, looking to Rose then a toothy grin crossed the tavernkeeper's face, "Use it to buy her something nice. It's the least you can do." Emory blinked in surprise at Merewin's tone lacking the usual barbed comment, watching as the man had lumbered back to the tavern, saying to Viola as he walked, "See? I can be nice!" Viola shook her head at him, annoyed, "Don't think you're off the hook yet."

As Merewin retreated, Viola had turned her head to Rose and Emory, a soft smile crossing the woman's face again as she bowed to them, "Please, enjoy yourselves while you're out here. The rest of the villagers really aren't as bad as Merewin, I promise." Though she was saying this comment mostly to Rose, and Emory knew that well. He wouldn't want Rose to get too concerned on his behalf if more insults were hurled at him. And most villagers had some sense in them to not insult the lord especially when he was in the companionship of someone else. But, Merewin was always a blunt man, especially with his dislike of Emory on full display. Now that the worse offender of such behavior was out of the way, Emory could relax... at least slightly.
 
Rose was grateful to hear Merewin’s kind words regarding herself. She knew that the man had it within himself to be quite kind. He had been just a day ago when he helped her. The shift in tone toward’s Emory shocked her. The young lord had earned her that Merewin despised everything about him. She just hadn’t expected it in the way that he acted. It left her in a shocked silence, glancing between the two as she spoke. She had rolled her eyes when Emory commented on the tavern keeper being a ‘foul-tongued hooligan.’ She wanted to scold Emory for it, but never got the chance as Merewin quickly responded to his insult. She bit her bottom lip gently as the conversation continued. She couldn’t find it in herself to interrupt the two men.

It was only when Viola stepped from the tavern and rushed over that she seemed to finally react again. She gave the woman a bright smile in greeting. “I appreciate your concern Merewin, but I am sure I will be alright.” She admitted. She doubted red that Emory would ever want to lay a hand on her in such a way. He seemed absolutely smitten. While she knew parts of his past, she just couldn’t imagine the other male doing such a thing to her. She hoped she wasn’t being naive. She allowed a silence to fall over her once again, shifting to stand slightly closer to the young lord. Her smile softened at the bantering between Viola and Merewin. It was clear to see that they had a wonderful relationship. She was glad to know it. Viola did deserve quite a bit in life.

“Enjoy your days off Viola.” She paused as she nodded her head, “I appreciate your words. I can assure you that Merewin is still much less worse than the court is.” She promised. While the situation had been awkward to witness, proceedings in the court were even worse. Emory could attest to that. She waited until the two disappeared completely back into the tavern before she turned to face Emory. She used her free hand to lightly pinch his arm. “You instigated that by calling him a foul-tongued hooligan.” She stated with a raised brow. It was clear that she wasn’t upset by it. She was mostly just teasing him. “One day I will work to repair your relationship with him. I swear that you two would get along swimmingly.” There was something about the way both men acted that made her think so.

“What other important business matters do you have to attend to while we are here today? I might sneak away to the seamstress soon to get some dresses started. I do want my ballgown to be a surprise to you.” She spoke with a smirk. She normally wouldn’t have cared, but it was the first of many dresses for the warmer seasons that she would be wearing. She didn’t want for Emory to have any indication as to what it might look like. The surprised look on his face would be everything that she wanted to see and more. “Also, I keep completely forgetting to ask. I know that there is a market Viola speaks of. Are there any other shops I could stop in? I never got the chance to explore the village much yesterday.” She inquired.
 
Emory's gaze turned down to Rose as she had pinched his arm, granted it didn't hurt but the man shrugged, "Well, I don't think I'm wrong. He is." His voice was tinged with amusement though, though he shook his head at Rose when she said that she'll work to repair their relationship. It was easier said than done; the tavernkeeper was quite the hot head, and Emory certainly wasn't one to converse with him for long, at least peacefully for long. "I fear that's quite the impossible task you're trying to achieve. I can only see that happening if we both were drunk... on second thought it might be worse." The man shook his head at the thought. Certainly it would result in a brawl.

At her next words, a smile had crossed the man's face, chuckling, "Trying to keep me in the dark, aren't you?" He didn't mind if she desired to keep her dress a secret from him, although part of him almost wanted to insist on following her just to see ahead of time. But, he would allow her to do as she wished. Handing her the jingling pouch of coins that Merewin had given, the man spoke, "Just a few things I need to check on. All boring things." However, the man was keeping quiet on what he was setting out to do, with conversing with sentries and dealing with some territory disputes. After all, even if the town of Dusk's Respite was calm and peaceful, that didn't mean that the other towns connected to the village was just as fortunate. Disturbing rumors of unknown invaders from the west were becoming more and more frequent on top of the ever so present tension with the kingdom, truly Emory's work was never done.

The man's gaze shifted upward down the village's main pathway; pointing toward one of the newer buildings, a rather hard to miss building with how brightly colored it was, "Over there is where the local seamstress is, she's a bit... essentric but I'm sure she'll treat you well." He remembered the seamstress far too well. An energetic character she was indeed, one that made him truly speechless countless times whenever he had to go there to order more clothes. It got to the point he simply sent someone else on his behalf to avoid coming face to face with her.

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Rose almost glared at him as she heard his words. She was aware that Emory was stubborn. She had no clue the extent of his stubbornness though. “And yet you both have the hardest time realizing just how similar you two are to each other.” She spoke with a shake of her head. There was a smile on her lips though. She couldn’t remain upset at the other male. It was rather hard for her to. If she hadn’t fallen head-over-heels for him, it might’ve been a bit easier. “Yes, you both drunk would not be a good idea. Let us stick to sobriety. Maybe we could invite Viola and Merewin for a dinner where Viola didn’t have to cook. If you two can handle being in a room together for that long I believe you can tolerate each other outside of it.” She suggested. She doubted Emory would agree happily to it. She expected grumbling from him.

“Indeed I am. I would enjoy seeing the look of shock on your face once you see what I look like that evening. It is also the first of many spring and summer dresses I will be getting. If you enjoy how I look now, you are not prepared for these warmer months.” She spoke in a hum. She looked down to the pouch that he placed within her hand. She opened her mouth to protest, planning on using her own money to pay for the dresses. She would just sneak into his office and place the pouch there while he was gone the next couple of days. “I am sure we can find some more things that can engage your mind in happier ways later.” Her words were suggestive, but she didn’t elaborate more. It was rather fun to tease him.

She turned to look where Emory was pointing. His description of the seamstress caused for her to be rather excited. “She sounds similar to the one I had back in the kingdom. It was always enjoyable to see her.” She commented. She turned to look back at him with a smile once more. “I will let you attend to your duties then. I will see you later.” She leaned up, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. She let go of his hand before she began to walk towards the building he directed her to. She seemed to be feeling much better, mostly due to her excitement for the day. She opened the door once she arrived and stepped inside. “Hello!” She called out gently, glancing around. She already saw many cloths that interested her. She hoped that what she had in mind wouldn’t be too much for the woman to handle. “I was wondering if you might be able to make me a few dresses.”
 
Emory scoffed, shaking his head at her as she said he was similar to Merewin. In what way did he resemble that fool? He just couldn't see it, and probably would be far too stubborn to even allow himself to be compared to the other man. Her idea that followed certainly didn't make Emory too happy, granted he wouldn't mind allowing Viola some time to be able to not have to serve someone, yet the thought of having Merewin sitting at his table and acting cordial was very far-fetched. "I doubt that Merewin will be able to resist slinging some sort of insult at me for that long." He grumbled those words, his eyes shifting to the very tavern which was bursting at the seams with activity. He knew Merewin quite well by now, the man was honest to a fault and could not mask his hatred for Emory, but for now if Rose desired to bring them together - even if Emory felt as if it were a lost cause - he would humor it... for now.

As the conversation turned to the matter of Rose's dress, Emory had chuckled, "Oh? I suppose I'll have to wait and see just what you have in mind." Granted, Emory wouldn't put it past her to look absolutely stunning. She was already a vision of beauty before his eyes now, it almost made him feel a bit sinful with the excitement that was beginning to rise within his chest. He didn't miss when she had opened her mouth to protest, shaking his head at her in response to prevent her from refusing it. After all, he didn't mind if she were to take it. It wasn't as if Emory was a poor man, but part of him knew that somehow she would find a way to reject the rather generous amount of coin even if he was completely fine with her spending it. At least he tried. However, the man was not anticipating her teasing him, a flare of color managing to tint his cheeks as he forced his expression to remain stoic, though such a task was proving to be very difficult. He grumbled, embarrassment causing his tone to be a bit lower, "Very funny, Rose. Tormenting me so early in the day, I'm surprised how cruel you can be." He was restraining himself while in the public eye, after all it would be bizarre and cause quite a lot of heads to turn if the cold and composed Lord May were to passionately embrace the woman before him. No, Emory seemed to be a rather timid lover when there was people around, certainly not as bold when he had been alone with Rose before.

Upon pointing the way to the seamstress, it seemed as if the man would once again be slightly flustered as she had given him a kiss upon his cheek, and soon her warmth would leave his hand as a faint smile managed to cross his face. Taking in a breath, he exhaled as he muttered under his breath, "You really don't play fair at all." With that, his mind now was clear enough to focus on what had to be done.
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The inside of the store was lined with colorful fabrics of all sorts of designs and patterns, from brilliant pastel coloration to the darkest of reds and blues, for such a smaller business it seemed to have quite a variety to display, although certainly not on the same level as the kingdom. As with any clothing shop, there were dresses on display of all different designs, some being elegant, others borderline exotic, and still others that could only be described as... "creative". After all, the woman who ran the shop did seem to push for more skin on display for the more creative options, certainly outside of the norm of society. She, after all, had been the woman to design plenty of Maridel Yate's dresses and had grown rather fond of the more scandalous designs. However, as Rose's voice had called out in the shop, there didn't seem to be a response at first, merely silence and then a muffled sound seemed to be coming from the back of the store.

A few moments passed and finally a woman had hurried out, the click of her heels upon the wooden floors echoing in the shop, eyes bright and sparkling as the brilliant smile that was upon her face. She was an older woman, in her fifties, sporting quite the colorful dress, although her hair was somewhat the worse for wear, being quite frazzled as if she had been ruffling the thick, gray-streaked locks, "Oh hello! Oooh, aren't you just precious!" She came to a halt before Rose, eagerly grabbing hold of her hand and giving her a firm handshake, "I'm Parnell! It's a pleasure to meet you! I haven't seen you around here before, are you passing through? This sleepy village rarely gets any visitors and barely anyone comes by, much less stops by my store. Can you believe that?" She had released Rose's hand, now looking the woman up and down as it seemed as if the gears were already turning in her head, though continuing to speak at a mile a minute, "Is there anything in particular you're looking for? Elegant, cute, maybe even scandalous? As you can see.."

Parnell had taken a step back from Rose, comically spreading out her arms wide as she gave her best award-winning smile, "I can do it all~!" An eccentric woman indeed, plenty of energy too. But, even with all the energy there seemed to be heavy bags under the woman's eyes and a faint twitch to her eye, perhaps a bit tired? Though, that could easily be blamed on there seeming to be still more sounds of movement in the back, as well as an all too irritatingly familiar feminine voice, seemingly raised in displeasure. A certain shrew had unfortunately darkened Parnell's door, and the poor seamstress was at her wit's end. Quite literally.
 
Rose’s eyes caught on one of the maroon fabrics, knowing that it would be perfect for her first appearance back in society. While the spring ball normally had lighter pastels, she wanted to have a different style. She didn’t know if it was just her pride taking control of her emotions or something else, but she wanted to be more than just the talk of the kingdom. She wanted to be admired by everything. She knew Emory would love whatever she decided upon, so that wasn’t a worry to her. She turned her gaze to the woman as she came walking over, offering her the pleasant smile that she did to everyone. “It is a pleasure to meet you Parnell.” She greeted in response. The seamstress seemed to fit the description that Emory had given her. It was borderline amusing, but in a comforting way.

“I actually have recently moved to the area. I heard wonderful things about your abilities and decided that I must stop in.” She informed. She did exaggerate a bit as to what she heard. It wasn’t something that she hadn’t done before. She could tell the woman seemed quite frazzled, though she had absolutely no clue why. It didn’t take long until she heard the shrill voice of the one person she was dreading seeing. It seemed as though she couldn’t escape her no matter how hard she tried. It almost made her want to turn and leave, but she knew there was no reason to. She would have to tell Emory of this later though. She doubted he would be pleased that she was still sticking around the village.

“I am looking for something elegant, preferably with that coloring,” She pointed to the maroon she had been admiring before. “I am attending the spring hall in the kingdom and believe it would be perfect for such. Other than that, I am in desperate need for some spring and summer dresses. I do not mind what fabric you choose for those.” She would allow for Parnell to do what she would with that information. It seemed like the seamstress had a good eye for her work. She glanced towards the back where the sounds of movement came from. She knew she would have to confront her soon.

“I apologize for you having to deal with the Gallovan’s daughter. I can understand she is a handful.” Her tone grew quieter so it wouldn’t carry. It wasn’t as if she would care if her words were heard by the shrew. She had absolutely nothing to hide in that moment. No one would believe her if she were to reveal her identity. Besides, it seemed as though Emory had business to deal with her and some others beginning tomorrow. “I pardon my rudeness. I just realized I haven’t introduced myself. I am Rose.” She stated.

She took a few steps forward to look at the dress designs she already had on display. “I appreciate your creativity. I have a feeling I will love what you create for me.” Her words were as kind as they always were.
 
Parnell was nodding her head as she listened to Rose, her smile never fading though soon exclaiming, "Oh really? What great joy that gives me!" To hear that her talent was being heard of beyond Lord May's territory, oh how happy that made her! If Parnell was a little less frazzled, the woman would have grabbed Rose's hands and spun her about in a circle, but she didn't want to chase off a customer. The last time she did that was to Lord May, and the man had given her quite the disgusted look that she felt almost too afraid to set a single foot outside of her shop... not that she did that much anyways. A hand came up underneath her chin as she listened attentively to what Rose was requesting, surprise filtering through her gaze as she realized Rose had picked the maroon fabric. That was unusual, especially considering with what her intentions being the spring ball, most young women would pick lighter colorations. Nonetheless, the woman had a smile growing on her face, excitement in her eyes. "How exciting!"

Of course, this excitement had flickered out slightly as Rose had brought back to mind the rather unruly customer she was having to deal with. Hesitation to react obviously showing on Parnell's face as she laughed, though it seemed slightly forced, "Ah, yes. Well... I could use the business." Even if she was rather exhausted with the whiney noblewoman that was Demelza Gallovan, she knew enough that the Gallovan name held weight here, especially considering most nobles would just throw an obscene amount of money for just about anything. Parnell herself was trying to keep the store afloat, as well as desiring to make her lovely daughter happy. Thinking of her dearest Acelina was enough to make the woman more determined than anything, going though literal hell to try and keep a smile on her daughter's face.

Having reign of creative freedom, Parnell was certainly more than just excited, beaming brightly at Rose as she proudly pointed to herself, "Fear not, I'll make sure your dresses will be simply splendid! Even the most handsome of men won't be able to take their eyes off of you," She lifted her chin, a bit animated in the action as she said tone akin to singing, "I guarantee the utmost satisfaction~!" It seemed like Rose's kind words were welcome encouragement to the woman as she hummed, turning to face the dresses on display behind her, "Why thank you, Miss Rose, I appreciate the compliment. As you can see, I pride myself on pushing the-" Before she could begin truly speaking, the stomping of heels upon the wooden floor could be heard as low and behold, the ever unpleasant Demelza with a haughty expression upon her face had appeared.

The noblewoman had stopped a few paces away, her attention on the seamstress who now was plastering a fake smile on her face, "How rude of you to leave, me waiting. Do you have any idea who I am? I could make or break your business, do you understand?" Parnell's eyes lowered, her hands clasping before her as she bowed hastily, "M-many apologies Miss Gall-"

"Miss?"
"L-Lady Gallovan, I'm sorry." Obviously it seemed as if Demelza was ignoring Rose yet again and raising hell on the poor seamstress who was now trembling a little before the far younger woman before her. She had the misfortune of having to deal with Demelza's persistently changing mind regarding fabrics, or the length of the skirts of the dress, trying on countless of Parnell's designs only to show her displeasure by saying snide comments and tossing the woman's works aside like they were pieces of garbage. It was a blow to the eccentric woman's pride, but one she would have to bite her tongue and bear with, as the nobles were ones who were big customers.
 
Rose’s expression softened at the way that Parnell spoke about her business. She felt bad that she seemed to be struggling in her business. She had a feeling that if she liked the dresses enough she would be back to get more. She would be permanently living at the manor now. It would be easy enough for her to do so. “Well I will pay double for the dresses. You don’t deserve to have to deal with someone such as her.” She informed. It was clear that she wouldn’t mind doing so, nor did she think Emory would once she told her the reason why she did. She still planned to use her own money to pay. It was a habit that she had gotten into over time during her marriage with Blaine. It felt odd to have someone giving her money to pay for things.

“There is one man in particular that I know will keep his eyes on me the entire night.” A smile crossed her lips as she thought on the young lord. She was whipped when it came to him. She couldn’t believe just how much she loved him. It was obvious that the other male felt the same way towards her. She almost didn’t know what she would do without him for a few days. It would be quiet and lonely without him. “You are very welcome.” She wanted to speak more, turning her head to look at Demelza walked from the back. She rolled her eyes, clasping her hands together in front of her. She turned to face her fully.

“It is quite rude of you to speak to such a kind woman that way Demelza. Surely you of all people must know how to deal with multiple customers.” The implications of her words were not the best. It was probably the rudest that she had ever been. She couldn’t help it anymore. She had wanted to say things like this to the other woman for quite a long time. She held her tongue when she was younger, but the shrew was planning on doing some terrible things that would effect someone she cared about. Her tilted her head slightly with a smirk on her lips. “If you truly are to treat her like this, she doesn’t need your business.” She added after a few moments.

There was something different about Rose as she grew to be more confident. It wasn’t something that she allowed herself to show before, but Emory brought out a completely different side to her. The green of her eyes were cold, much like the looks Emory gave to those who bothered him. The way she held her head was similar to that of her father, her mannerisms also the same as the king. She hoped she wouldn’t offend Parnell with what she was saying. If the shrew walked, she would cover more to help fund the business she lost. It was in her nature to do so. Her mother taught her the importance of kindness and generosity before she died.
 
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"Hah?" A scowl crossed Demelza's face, hazel eyes blazing with anger as she had turned her head to look at Rose, her eyebrows furrowed at the demeanor that the woman was confronting her with. How dare she? A chill went down her spine however at the coldness in Rose's eyes, akin to Emory's, it disgusted her to see such a light in the woman's eyes. Not only that the mannerisms she used was similar to the king; an impossibility that made Demelza disregard it if she'd not taken a closer look. Oh... I see how it is now. Recognition flared to life in the noblewoman's eyes, her face emotionless for a few seconds as she looked upon Rose with unmasked hatred. Oh, how Demelza hated the royal family. In contrast to her father's devotion, Demelza disregarded the royals behind a two-faced facade, especially since they acted high and mighty. But, she knew... oh, she knew better.

"Now I remember you. I thought you were supposed to be dead, Princess." She hissed the title between clenched teeth, yet there was a quirk to her lips, holding her head higher with no fear. This wasn't an expected reaction, she seemed confident and spiteful. However, the title had made Parnell splutter, the woman's eyes growing as round as moons as she looked pale-faced at Rose. "I suppose your husband grew tired of you. Expected, after all you were always such an annoyance. Oh, our dearest Princess can do no wrongs! Oh, how precious she is! How... disgusting." Demelza took a step forward toward Rose, "Tell me, did your husband beat you? Put you in your rightful place? Ah, how I wish I could have seen it! Now, who are you hanging off now? Who are you a parasite to? Hmm?" Her words were wicked, laughter leaving her lips eventually dying down to a sigh, "Multiple customers you say? At the very least, I know how to keep them, especially a certain someone satisfied... unlike you." Her cold voice implied certainly a lot, her hazel eyes looking upon Rose with a smugness to them.

"It feels refreshing to finally get that off my chest!" A chuckle left her lips as she passed by Rose, "Unlike the kingdom, you're not protected out here. I'd suggest you'd watch your step." With that, the woman had left, leaving a rather awkward silence behind her as Parnell was silent, now trembling from head to toe. The woman had taken a few steps back from Rose, though now prostrating herself before Rose, "I-I'm so sorry. I-I had no idea y-you were.." The woman was clearly frazzled, never did she think she would receive a royal visitor, but more than that there was fear in those words. Everyone was well aware of the tensions between Emory and the kingdom, and no one wanted a war. The poor woman was terrified that Emory would find out, perhaps even torture her for information on Rose's location, after all to the common folk's mind, Emory would kill anyone with connections to the king. But of course, no one was aware Emory was courting Rose, so Parnell was rightfully terrified for her life at this moment in time, all thanks to a certain spiteful shrew that had put the pieces together.
 
Rose allowed for Demelza to spew off everything that she wanted to say with a smirk on her lips. She had expected for the woman to speak in such a way. It was clear that the shrew bit her tongue whenever they visited her family and the court. “I indeed was supposed to be dead. I am sure that you knew of my former husband’s plan. After all, any information that can help connect you as an accomplice is greatly appreciated.” She tone grew to be pleasant as it usually was. There was something more behind what she was saying, despite how calm of an exterior she put forth. That was another thing she gained from her father.

“You know as well as I that Blaine only wanted to marry me to gain the land from my father. There was nothing for him to grow tired of. But please, go inform him that I am here. I am sure that he will believe you over Lord May. After all, it isn’t as if your mother or yourself haven’t lied to protect you before. You are lucky your father is a good man. If he wasn’t, this would be an entirely different conversation.” She spoke truthfully. Seeing the shrew fuming was one of the best sights of the day, she did have to say. “Jealously does not bode well for you. Anyways, I have my resources here and I am well aligned with who I need to be. I suggest that you leave before things get out of what little control you actually have over this situation.” The coldness in her gaze was still present as she watched Demelza.

“I would not try what you think you might Demelza. You truly have no idea what you have arrived to.” She called after the noblewoman. She shook her head lightly with a soft laugh. The situation was actually quite amusing to her and she was sure that Emory would agree once he told her later. While he might worry someone would plan something against her, she knew no one would believe the shrew. Emory carried much more power than she ever would. She slowly turned her gaze to look at Parnell. “No, it is my fault. I try not to go around announcing myself now that everyone believes me to be dead.” She explained. The green irises of her eyes were shining in the way they usually would. Her posture had relaxed some as well. She took note of the way the seamstress seemed to be terrified of her. It clicked in her mind then that everyone knew of the conflict between Emory and her family.

“Oh my! I should have spoken this sooner. Lord May knows that I am here. He is actually housing me. We are quite well aquatinted. I can assure you that he will not do any harm if word spreads that I am here.” She assured. She hoped that the woman would believe her based off of her words. She glanced down to her hand which was still holding the pouch of coins. “He gave me this to pay for the dresses today. Here, you can look at it to see that is came from Merewin in the tavern.” She pulled a few coins out to show Parnell. She then handed them to her. She didn’t know if the seamstress would believe her words, but she hoped she did. “I still would love for you to help with those dresses if you are willing.”
 
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Parnell's head snapped up, eyes still wide although no longer did the tint of fear colored the woman's gaze at Rose's reassurance. "A-ah.." The response was weak, trembling as her relief had flown through her, chasing away her previous terror. She was safe, Emory would not come for her, would not torture her. The woman shakily got to her feet, a tinge of embarrassment flowing through her at her show of desperate bowing, though surprise filtered through her gaze at the pouch of coins, gazing at the glint of gold. Various coins belonging to different kingdoms, perhaps a few nobles had stopped by Merewin's tavern earlier? Maybe even a merchant or two? It wasn't uncommon, and it was obvious with each word that Rose spoke, it set the seamstress at ease. A relieved sigh left her lips once more, her face still pale as she looked up to her savior, a smile once more touching the woman's lips, "O-of course, I would be more than honored!"

Never did she think she would be making dresses for the princess, nor had she thought of the king and his children as benevolent figures. Rose had blown away all of her misconceptions, leaving the woman in awe. "I'll make sure I'll do my utmost best, Your Grace! Mark my words! I'll just need to take your measurements to get started!" After all, Parnell knew this was an opportunity of her lifetime. To have her dresses on display in the royal court, by one of the princesses no less would attract attention to her lonely shop. Her face had faltered however at a shape that had appeared behind Rose, "M-may I help you?" It seemed like her shop was getting some unexpected visitors today, and a sentry no less. She certainly was getting quite a lot of exciting events one after another... even if she'd much rather not have them out of fear of a heart attack.

The cloaked man behind Rose had leaned closer to the woman in question, dark eyes peering from behind a mostly concealed face, "...I'm here to guard." A simple and to the point answer, but it was obvious now, Emory had sent some of his sentries to watch over Rose while he was away for now. More importantly, the same sentry that had been conversing with Emory during the night. The sight of Demelza being a person of interest had alerted this particular sentry, and of course he would immediately rush to Rose's side to see that the woman was unharmed. If she wasn't... then, he was given orders to eliminate the target on sight. Emory didn't like taking too many unnecessary chances, and now that Rose had become something much more to him, she was to be protected with everything he had at his disposal.

The short answer didn't put Parnell much at ease, a beat of sweat making it's appearance upon her temple as she said hesitantly, "W-well, if you must. But I do need to take this fine young lady's measurements. I must ask for you to stay here." The sentry turned his attention to Parnell, the narrowing of his eyes showing distrust, but the man had inclined his head, "Very well." The sentry took a few steps back, settling near the door to the shop, his eyes settling upon one of the windows, watching as Demelza was striding away down the street. Shakily, Parnell had waved a hand for Rose to follow her to the back room that Demelza had been previously in, striding ahead of her in hurried, nervous steps. Truly, Parnell's day had been eventful... if not stressful.
 
Rose’s shoulders relaxed as Parnell seemed to be satisfied with the answer she gave. “I apologize for giving you a scare. I didn’t mean to cause you any extra stress after Demelza.” She admitted. She offered the seamstress a warm smile. She had forgotten the way in which people would attempt to appease her family by bowing whenever they saw them. It had been a long time since someone had done it in such a manner to her. She had grown used to Viola’s polite bows, though she had asked the maid to stop doing so multiple times as she didn’t believe it necessary. “You do not have to use any pleasantries either. Please, I have been bowed to my entire life. I would not mind if you were to treat me as though I were any other customer.” She spoke truthfully.

She was pleased that the woman was more than willing to help with the dresses still. She was rather excited herself to get them made. It had been a while since she had updated this portion of her wardrobe. “You can call me Rose.” She corrected gently. Her expression had softened from the stoic look it held while she talked with the shrew. After all, there was no reason for her to be rude or unkind to the seamstress. She hoped that she would be able to get multiple dresses from her in the future, but knew she wouldn’t be appreciated doing so if she had a bad relationship with her. She turned her head to gaze at the entrance to the shop when she heard the door open. A chill went down her spine at the appearance of a cloaked figure.

After a few moments of examining, she realized it was the same one that came to the mansion the night before. It didn’t take long for her mind to connect the pieces. Of course Emory would do this. She didn’t think of it negatively. It was actually sweet when one came to think of it. He must’ve truly cared for her if he were to have someone watching in case she be harmed. She turned to look back at Parnell then. “Ah, that is Lord May’s doing. I can assure you that he doesn’t mean any harm. Besides what can be worse than the woman you had to deal with earlier?” She tried to lighten the mood with a joke, not knowing how it would be taken. She bit gently on her bottom lip. She could feel the sentry’s eyes upon her. There was something about it that made her uncomfortable, though she couldn’t place it.


She stepped after the seamstress, pausing after a few steps to turn back to the sentry. “I will be alright. You needn’t worry.” She doubted her words would do anything to deter the focus that the man had on the current situation. She then followed the woman the rest of the way into the back. Clearing her throat gently, she commented,” I am rather excited to see the ballgown in particular. I know the color is odd, but I have a statement to make. Everyone believes that I am dead. I assumed if I were to be the talk of the kingdom for that evening, I must look stunning while doing so. I have always preferred the way I look in maroon.” She had fallen back into the need to ramble slightly to whoever she was around.
 
To say the least, the seamstress was quite bewildered that Emory of all people would send a sentry to protect someone belonging to the royal family. But, considering Rose had mentioned she was staying in the May's estate, she could only assume that the man had some interest in her. Is it possible that...? No, no! Don't get too ahead of yourself. Certainly not that boy, he always was a skittish little thing around women... but maybe..? The woman's mind was running wild, as she knew Emory since he had first been taken to the mansion and was quite close with his mother, if close was even the word. Pleasant enough conversations were passed between the two women, although she certainly had difficulties trying to make clothes for Emory in the beginning, due to the fact the boy would start crying if Parnell so much as put a hand on his shoulder. It certainly made measuring the young Emory quite difficult. As he grew, however, he grew more tolerant, although remembering the chill to his eyes always made the woman unnerved... maybe she should stop thinking about it before she would get nightmares that night.

Visibly shaking her head to dislodge the old memories, she looked over her shoulder toward Rose, a light bit of laughter escaping her lips, "I must say I'm quite surprise Y- Rose. Lord May was always quite... ah," She bit her lip, waving a hand to try and think of a word that possibly wouldn't be offensive, "Er... how should I say this... strange." Strange indeed was the word. Strange and mysterious, a man who had closed the door to his heart quite a long time ago. "Why, I remember making clothes for him when he was just a little boy!" It seemed like the woman was growing more at ease, immediately adjusting to Rose's request to be more casual with her, even if it felt odd, it was something that Parnell was more than happy to oblige. The woman hummed as she weaved her way throughout the dresses on display, humming a more cheerful tune though more laughter would leave her as she shook her head, "Oh no! I've had far worse customers than that whirlwind! Maridel May was one such customer, always striving for perfection~! Not as cruel with her words however, but my, did that woman have a presence to her! She was lovely in all the dresses I made for her~!"

Parnell's words grew more relaxed as she had entered the back room, although slightly cluttered due to the disaster that Demelza had done, with some fabrics being torn and left to be crumpled on the floor, the mirror laying upon its side, having been knocked over and a few of the complete dresses that Parnell had finished laying dejectedly upon the wood floor, finely made pieces that clearly were lovingly crafted by the poor woman's fingers. It didn't seem that the seamstress minded Rose's rambling, as it seemed to make her more talkative in return, a bright smile crossing her face as she turned to face Rose, "Oh my, such a dramatic entrance indeed, and I, my dear, will make you positively shine! Why, even Azeya herself with be green with envy!" With an exaggerated spread of her arms, almost as if mimicking a bird with the movement, "Now, spread your arms like wings my dear! And I'll get started! Oooh, I can feel it! This'll be my best work yet!"

As soon as Rose would do so, Parnell had set to work, grabbing a long string with some pins and some fabric, she hummed as she chattered, to keep Rose at ease as well as herself, "You know, I have no idea why Lord May stopped coming personally. He was such a cute little boy, a bit on the scrawny side though," A sigh left her lips, babbling, "Did you know, he cried during his first measurement? Just the slightest touch was enough to set him off, though because of that I always made sure to have candy on hand, always have a jar with me! Right. Back. There!" She nodded to the jar in question, filled to the brim with candy, "As soon as I gave him one, he was as quiet as a little lamb, so adorable too~ eventually whenever his mother brought him back, he always would be searching for the candy jar!" A chuckle left her lips at the memory, obviously oblivious to Emory's history before even arriving to the little village of Dusk's Respite. It seemed as if the lord had a sweet tooth... albeit he didn't show such a preference due to desiring to act as composed and calm as possible. The lord even till this day was quite fond of candy, and desserts even if he never would personally allow himself to be caught publicly or privately eating desserts, nor did he allow Viola to make desserts for him. It was a seemingly embarrassing secret of a preference he hid as much as possible.
 
Rose held back a soft laugh as she heard the seamstress try to figure out how to describe Emory. It seemed as if everyone had different stories and different opinions on him. It was actually quite interesting to hear. She hadn’t expected for anyone to be so willing to talk about the young lord. She hoped that she might hear more stories from other people as she wandered through the village. It might be easier for people to tel her after it was announced he was courting her. She wouldn’t know for sure until then though. “As I have heard from many people. Viola told me stories and of course Merewin gave his opinion on him.” She mused.

Appreciation was clear on her expression as she listened to her assurances that her dress would make her shine. “I have absolutely no doubt that it will. You seem to be quite skilled and it is an honor to be able to get dresses from you.” She spoke truthfully and kindly. She paused for a moment, moving to where it would be easier for Parnell to take her measurements. “You actually remind me of the seamstress that used to make my gowns when I was younger. She was quite kind and very talented. I am sure you two would get along well if you ever met.” She stated.

She lifted her arms in the motion that Parnell showed, glancing around the room. She truly felt terrible to see the state that it was left in by the shrew. “Would you allow for me to help you tidy up a bit? I know you say that you have had worse customers, but I do feel bad for the state she left this room in. It wouldn’t take long at all with the two of us doing so.” She inquired. Now, it was a very odd request and she was sure she would be met with shock. The royal family had a reputation for having things a certain way, especially with their servants. It wasn’t common for a member of such family to want to help clean or cook. She still could recall the way Viola reacted the first time she insisted on helping tidy things up. It brought a light smile to her lips. She enjoyed breaking those rumors. While she couldn’t speak for the rest of her family anymore, she indeed planned to create a positive reputation for herself.

She listened with curiosity to the stories that she told about Emory, frowning slightly at the way she described his reactions to her hands touching him while getting his measurements. She made a mental note to ask him about it at some point. She had a feeling it had to deal with the trauma he went through from such a young age. She wouldn’t push him into admitting or telling her anything though. She decided that it would probably be best to ask fully after he had completed whenever business he needed to after these next few days. “Would you be alright with me snagging a few pieces for him then? I am sure he will be surprised.” She inquired. She knew that someone with a sweet tooth would never lose it. It would be a polite gift for him.
 
Parnell's head shot up, eyes wide for perhaps what felt to her like the hundredth time that day, "P-p-pardon?" She stammered the word, as if she almost couldn't believe her ears. A royal family member offering to clean up with her? It almost made her ask Rose to repeat herself if she had indeed heard correctly, however the woman before her seemed to be a kind and gentle soul, the words were not lies. The woman's face softened, and a broad grin crossed her face, "That certainly would be a difficult offer for me to refuse." A nervous bit of laughter had left her lips as she returned to dutifully taking Rose's measurements, though upon finishing the woman had retreated to what was a journal nearby, a stock of all her customer's measurements, organized according to date and followed by name, and of course she would enter in a new entry for Rose. It was a rather weathered book, obviously seeing a lifetime of use, but clearly taken care of. As she had finished scribbling within the book, she had returned to Rose and began to babble away, responding in turn to her words, "I would love to meet this seamstress in the kingdom, I've always wanted to go! ...If only to see the sights, I've heard its quite lovely. Certainly a lot bigger than this forgotten little village."

"Speaking of Viola and Merewin, I had made Viola's wedding dress! She was such an adorable bride, and Merewin wouldn't stop smothering her with kisses, he nearly made her lose the veil, being so overeager!" Another bit of laughter left Parnell's lips, "Oh, you should have seen it! As gentle as Viola is, she certainly gave him a ear lashing! All red in the face and embarrassed, but the man just swept her off her feet... much to her further embarrassment. The whole village was in attendance including the Mays." Remembering the event was another endearing memory that Parnell held, warmth obviously in her face. It seemed like Viola and Merewin was quite well loved by the villagers so far. The woman's face beamed as she looked up at Rose, "If you eventually like the dresses I make, I'd love to work on a wedding dress for you, after all I'm assuming you are with a certain lord? Tall, dark and handsome, hmm?" She was lightly teasing her, though she certainly had her suspicions fall into place, especially with the sentry appearing though she could still spot the man lingering by the door where she had told him to stay. So serious and dedicated indeed.

At Rose's question regarding the candy, the woman laughed once more, taking most of her measuring equipment off of Rose as she said in amusement, "Of course! I'd be more than happy if you take a whole bunch off from my hands." She waved her hand toward the jar, turning away to begin trying to clean up some of the mess that Demelza had left, "Though, Lord May surprised? ...I'd never think he's capable of expressing himself. He's always so serious, and it only got worse as he grew older!" A bit of a frown crossed her face after she said those words, shaking her head. There was no need to remember the slaughter at the mansion, after all the event in question was a bit of a taboo to discuss in the eyes of the public, one that Emory made as a forbidden topic that the villagers heeded quite well. After all, no one wished to incite the man's rage.

"Oh, right! When I'm finished with the dresses you've ordered Rose, I'll make sure to send them immediately to Lord May's estate." She had turned to face Rose, a pleasant smile on her face, and gratitude in her eyes. Obviously, Rose had made quite the good impression judging by the positive responses she'd gotten from the rather talkative seamstress so far.
 
Rose couldn’t stop a gentle laugh from escaping her at the shocked expression that came onto Parnell’s face. A grin was spread across her lips, her eyes shining once again. “I apologize for my laughter. You reacted very similarly to Viola when I first insisted on helping with some things around the mansion. She scolded me a bit more than you though.” She recalled the memory fondly. She was glad that the seamstress didn’t tell her not to help though. It just seemed as though it was the right thing to do for the current moment in time. She let her arms return to her side as the woman turned to scribble down her measurements.

“I would love to take you sometime then. It is a long journey, but I am sure you would love it. There are some incredible fabric shops as well.” She offered. She had grown to like Parnell. She didn’t know what exactly it was about her. She guessed it could be tied back to the pleasant memories from her childhood. She hadn’t realized just how much she longed to experience times like that again. Everything with Emory as of late was the closest she had been getting to it. She raised an eyebrow as she listened to her speak of Viola’s wedding dress. “That definitely does sound like Merewin. The two are such a lovely couple and so kind.” She admitted. She was glad to have gotten to know Viola so well during her time at the mansion. As she did spoke, she bent down to begin to pick up the fabrics that were scattered on the floor. She carefully folded them as she did, making sure they wouldn’t wrinkle.

Her cheeks flushed at the mention of Emory, a knowing smile on her lips as she moved to place the fabrics with the others to the side. She then lifted the mirror upright. “I can neither confirm nor deny that.” She was vague with her answer, but it was obvious to see by her expression it was true. “Whenever the time does come for that, I would greatly appreciate it.” She added after a few moments. She knew it was rather easy to pick up on the suspicions that Emory was courting her now that the sentry was lingering in the shop. It was something very hard to ignore. “I do not think I will need that much. If anything I will drop by some time later to snatch more. As for Lord May, you would be shocked to know he just keeps on that hard exterior for show. He is actually quite kind when he wants to be.” She confessed.

As Rose believed, it didn’t take long for the back room to be cleaned exactly in the way it had been before. She looked around with a pleased expression. She moved to the jar, grabbing a handful of the candies. She was rather excited to give some to Emory and to see his reaction to it. “That would be wonderful. Thank you Parnell.” She bowed her head slightly at the woman in front of her. With her free hand, she reached to pull out her own coin pouch from where it had been tied on her dress. She handed her far more than what the dresses would cost, making sure that it would be enough to cover the business that had been lost. She put the candy into the pouch then, keeping one piece out to give to Emory whenever she saw him. “I am sure I will be stopping by again sometime to say hello. Thank you again.” With a smile, she turned to walk to the sentry.

She stopped by the cloaked man’s side, honestly a bit surprised the man was still standing there. “I assume you know where Emory currently is. Would you mind guiding me to him?” She inquired in a pleasant tone. There was no reason for her to be rude to the man. After all, he hadn’t done anything to her nor did she think he ever would.
 
Disbelief flashed across the woman's face at Rose's claim that Emory was kind when he wanted to be. However, part of her felt as if it were true, even if she was merely recalling Emory when he was just a boy. Such a shivering, pitiful sight he was. It truly made her wonder what in the world had happened to him prior to her crossing paths with him, even if she was content with not receiving an answer. Some things she'd rather not know, and Emory as he was now was certainly no longer the poor boy she had seen him as so many years ago. Nonetheless, Rose's answer only seemed to further her suspicion as she hummed in response, "I'll make sure to have the finest white fabrics on hand in that case~!" As the backroom was officially tidied up, Parnell was a bit relieved. It certainly would have taken her a bit longer to clean it on her own, after all she wasn't getting any younger.

Parnell's eyes grew quite comically wide at the amount of coin, "B-but this-" However, looking up at Rose, the seamstress seemed almost about to tear up, a grateful smile crossing her face. "Of course. Have a fantastic day!" She waved enthusiastically to Rose as she had approached the sentry, only after knowing that she was safely by the sentry's side, the woman had disappeared back into the room, cracking her knuckles dramatically after putting the coins aside, her determination blazing in her eyes. It certainly would be a long day for the seamstress.

The sentry who loomed ominously at the door had straightened up as if coming to attention at Rose's approach. His dark eyes peered at her in silence as she requested for him to lead him to Emory, causing the man to bow to her, a slight incline of his head and an arm crossing his middle, "Yes, Lady Barclay. Follow me." The man had pushed aside the door behind him, stepping out and holding the door open for her, only once Rose was outside had he closed the door behind him and began to walk down the village's main pathway, his footsteps quiet and light, barely even able to be heard on the cobblestone pathway. It was almost unnerving, as if the man didn't have a presence to him, however every sentry had been trained personally by Emory's hand to be as efficient and silent as possible. It was expected for the men and women under Emory's employ to be capable of fading into the shadows at a moment's notice.
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Emory was currently seated in an open area behind a rather unassuming store, having the shopkeeper vacate the area of any people. His dark eyes focused on the sweating man before him, empty and unfeeling as the nervous man stammered, his hand pinned underneath Emory's, although currently if anyone approached no one could see that the lord had broken a few of the man's fingers already, his next hand settling on the man's thumb, "P-p-please! M-m-my m-mistress hadn't told me what she was doing w-with the vial! I-I don't even k-know what i-it is." His expression tightened in response, Lurch was the only thing he managed to get out of this servant who served Demelza, a single name that he didn't give a damn about. Large, fat tears were falling down the skinny man's thin cheeks, one eye closed and swollen, discolored with black and purple as he whimpered, "P-please... p-please have m-mercy... I-I don't know. I don't know! Ah!" A painfilled cry was Lurch's response as his head hit the table, his thumb pulling back with a sickening snap as Emory sighed.

This wasn't entertaining. It truly wasn't. Lurch, this butler was supposed to be Demelza's closest aid. And all he got out of him was useless, old information. "I do hate liars, Lurch." He looked to the man's ruined hand, still holding the broken thumb between his own index and thumb, feeling the man's hand trembling as the man was audibly sobbing. He felt nothing gazing at him, his hand soon leaving the man's ruined one as his dark eyes shifted to a woman cloaked in black, "Take him away. Make sure you get as much as you can from him since he refuses to talk." A cold smile played across Emory's lips as the pitiful man's head whipped up, rapidly shaking his head as if begging him, the woman had stepped forward and grabbed hold of the man, dragging him from his spot as he flailed, "N-no! P-please! I swear, I k-know nothing! Please! Ple..." Emory watched as his plea died on his lips, a familiar sense of hopelessness reflecting in the eyes of Demelza's servant causing the coldest of smiles to cross Emory's face in return. Ah, he loved that look, it sent shivers down his spine, an expression that he himself wore when Eunice wouldn't stop for him when he was a boy. His eyes closed, a sigh leaving past his lips as he turned his head away, losing interest. The sentries would finish up the job, he needn't concern himself with a dead man anyways.

Approaching footsteps had caused his eyes to open, yet another sentry. "Lord May, Ludovic is approaching with Lady Barclay." Emory's eyes snapped open, his head turning immediately toward the young man, "Thank you Hugh, go and take the rest of the day off. Viola and Merewin will be worried if I keep you preoccupied for too long." Hugh hesitated, embarrassment reflecting in the eighteen year old's eyes as he cleared his throat, "Y-yes, of course Lord May. Thank you." His eyes shifted to Lurch being dragged away by the woman, "..Did you get anything useful out of him, My Lord?" Emory's head shook, his expression empty as Lurch would disappear from sight, dragged away into a hidden passageway that would inevitably lead out from the village into the Black Market, "No. But, I'm sure he'll give me some information about the Gallovans soon enough. He's a loyal one, eventually he'll break. Even if it isn't information on Demelza, any information at all regarding their finances or current standing in the kingdom will be enough."

Straightening up, Emory had stood from his seat, passing by Hugh as he put a hand on the boy's shoulder, "Now go on. Enjoy your day off. I'll see you tomorrow." Hugh bowed immediately as Emory had passed, "Of course, My Lord. Enjoy the rest of your day." From where Emory approached, the man's expression was normal as he stepped into what was the main interior of a shop that the sentries oftentimes populated after missions, being run by Ludovic's brother, Leofstan who was currently grinning a friendly smile as Ludovic had opened the front door to the store, "Welcome, welcome, Lady Barclay!" A cheerful facade in the rather cozy store, the smell of fresh bread and meats wafting in the interior, empty chairs dotting the interior. It seemed almost like a fairly quiet restaurant, hiding of course the darkness that lay underneath.

Emory's gaze had softened as his eyes landed on Rose, Ludovic bowing behind her as he said to Emory, "Lady Barclay desired to led to you, My Lord. I hope I hadn't interrupted you." The man gave an almost uncertain glance to Emory as the man shook his head in response, "No. I had just finished. You're dismissed." Ludovic bowed again then promptly walked past Emory, wordlessly exiting to the outside of the store where Lurch had previously been moments prior. Emory approached Rose, his hand gently taking hers as he said in a gentle tone, "I'm assuming everything went well?" Referring to her dresses of course, though his eyes shifted to her hand, catching sight that she was holding something.
 
Rose still had an uneasy feeling being around the sentry that held the door open for her. She tried to place her finger as to why it would be. She used to have guards following her around all of the time as a child and a teenager. This was no different than that, correct? She guessed that it might have just been the change of environment that caused for her uneasiness. After all, she didn’t know any of the people that Emory hired. Maybe she would be able to talk with them more and that would help her relax. That was if they were even permitted to speak of themselves to her. She murmured her thanks for him holding the door as she stepped out. The sun was bright in the sky without any clouds blocking it. The temperature had risen as well. It was honestly turning to be a beautiful day.

She followed quickly after the sentry, her eyes glancing around the village as she walked. It was small, but quite charming. She could imagine the festivals that occurred here during the summer. The more she thought on these things, the more excited she got. She perked up as they arrived at what seemed to be a restaurant. The smell of the breads wafted through the air. It was heavenly. She thanked the man once more as she stepped inside. She was shocked with how quickly some greeted here, though she offered the man a bright smile in return. After glancing around, her eyes fell upon Emory. It was clear that she was glad to see him. She met him halfway, gazing up at him with bright eyes.

“It went wonderfully. Parnell is an amazing woman. I have a feeling I will be getting many dresses from her.” She informed. She lifted the hand that held the piece of candy, her expression shifting back to the smug on it had been earlier that day. “I have a surprise for you. Now Parnell did mention how much you loved candies as a boy, so I grabbed a handful for you. The rest are in my coin pouch.” She carefully handed the one she held to him. She kept her eyes trained on his face, hoping his reaction would be entertaining. She didn’t think he would be upset that the seamstress talked of him. It seemed as though everyone in the village wanted to talk about Emory when they found out she was well acquainted with him.

“I also ran into the shrew at the shop. She was being so rude that I couldn’t stop myself from snapping at her. Do you recall how I said she seemed to recognize me at the tavern yesterday?” She paused for his reaction before continuing,” She finally managed to connect the pieces as to who I am. Let me tell you that wretched woman did not hold back her insults, but she seemed quite angry to know I was here and alive. I wouldn’t be surprised if Blaine informed her of what he had planned for me before this all happened.” She explained. It was gossip, to say the least. She was sure that Emory would want to know of it though, especially after the issues he had with her not long before.

“She also commented on how I wasn’t protected here, but your kind sentry was soon to step in after she left. He gave Parnell a scare, but Demelza didn’t return to the store afterwards.” She took a deep breath after she finished speaking, shaking her head lightly. “It was eventful, but quite fun. Now, would you be alright with taking the coins back that you gave me earlier or am I going to have to sneak into your chambers to place the pouch there?” She inquired in a teasing tone, a smile returning to her face.
 
Emory's expression grew warmer and warmer as Rose continued to speak, although he was well aware of Leofstan's gaze frequently looking at him as if he'd grown a second head. At this moment in time, he truly didn't care. His precious Rose was here before him, and that was all that mattered. The sadistic chill that had taken hold of his soul felt so far away that it was truly like he was an entirely different person, although his dark eyes seemed to grow embarrassed as Rose held up an all too familiar piece of candy. Ah, how he hoped Parnell wouldn't speak of such an embarrassing event, even if the piece of candy did look rather appealing... His face reddened slightly as he heaved a defeated sigh, raising a hand to grab the piece of candy, "You... didn't have to do that. Thank you though." He was rather fond of the candy, even if he wasn't outright saying it now. Truly, the man looked as harmless as a puppy before Rose at this moment in time which now he was becoming more away of Leofstan leaning over the corner top, mouth agape. Emory cleared his throat, a loud sound which made the undercover sentry lean back, closing his mouth and looking in another direction, whistling quite suspiciously. He'll never be able to live this down.

Yet, at the mention of Demelza, Emory's expression hardened. All previous docile and almost timid behavior draining from the man as the skin around his eyes seem to tighten with the familiar furrowing of his eyebrows. Lurch certainly hadn't told him that his mistress was still wandering around the village. That cur. The curse rang in his head, knowing full well that Lurch had been probably protecting Demelza from him. Not that it was unexpected... more like disappointing. Had Emory lost his touch? Perhaps. He'd just have to work on that. The man shook his head in exasperation, a headache beginning to throb at the base of his skull, anger boiling hot in his veins. To insult Rose in his territory no less, while walking around and terrorizing his citizens, and having an all too potent drug on her... too many affronts and insults that he wouldn't allow to slip. "Blaine had mentioned another woman in the letter he'd sent me with your arrival... though I'm not surprised if Demelza is playing multiple sides." Playing a dangerous game indeed. Emory's dark eyes shifted toward Leofstan, the man acknowledging the silent order with a simple tilt of his head as he turned away, humming innocently as he had exited where Emory had been previously seated, heading no doubt toward where other sentries were posted guarding the way to the Black Market, leaving Rose and Emory alone.

The man was relieved to say the least that Rose was unharmed, if Demelza had harmed a single hair on Rose's head... ah, he didn't want to entertain that thought. The woman was already heading toward a world of torment that Emory wouldn't just be satisfied with stopping. She would pay dearly, and he'll make sure of it. Of course, his mood seemed to brighten back to a playful one as Rose had mentioned the coins, seeing that she was attempting to make him take them back, he had extended a hand as if to grab the coins, but instead had reached out and lightly pinched Rose's cheek, an affectionate action as he muttered, "And here I was trying to be the perfect gentleman to you." With that, he leaned over and lightly placed a single kiss upon Rose's lips, the contact making more electrifying shivers to go through him as he leaned away and took the pouch of coins from her, "If you're so insistent, then very well, I'll take them back. Although, I had intended it to be a gift to you." He shook his head in exasperation, placing the pouch of coins upon the table closest to them.

Then, he turned toward her, leaning close as a devilish grin had crossed his face, "Now, considering you're giving your gift back to me, what can I do to replace it, hmm?" He raised a hand, gently caressing her cheek where he had pinched her, his touch as gentle as he possibly could make it. Though he couldn't help but remember how fragile and soft she felt under his fingers... fingers which had just been torturing a man. A frown slowly crossed his face at the thought, a darkness coming to his eyes as he lowered his hand from her face. This... disgust with himself wasn't something he felt before. How... odd, and troubling.
 
Rose noticed the familiar look that came back onto Emory’s face as he stood in front of her. It was hard to believe that he had acted so cold and distant before. She almost couldn’t imagine him as such now. This new side of him was everything that she needed, everything that she wanted. She had been craving this affection with Blaine. It was what she dreamed of as a girl. She was glad she was able to get it from Emory. Her heart swelled at the thought that she might indeed end up marrying him one day. She would truly love to spend the rest of her life here by his side. Never had she fallen so quickly for someone before.

Her smile brightened to a grin at the embarrassed look that came onto his face. “I wanted to. It would have been very hard for me not to when she told me the story. She also said you were an adorable child, though I can imagine that. After all you are quite handsome now.” Her voice grew quieter, not wanting for her words to carry. It wasn’t as if she was ashamed of what she was saying. She would just rather this moment be between the two of them at most. She hadn’t expected for the young lord to clear his throat, glancing behind him to see Leofstan shifting the direction he was walking. She looked back to Emory with a soft laugh. “I bet it is hard for the villagers to imagine the scary Lord May no so susceptible to a lovely princess.” She teased.

The happy mood shifted at her mention of Demelza. It was clear that mentioning the noblewoman struck a cord in Emory. She hoped that it wouldn’t lead to anything too irreversible, though she hadn’t a clue as to what he was going to do to her. “Well, I might’ve suggested that she is a whore and she did confirm that she was sleeping with him.” She trailed off, forcing an innocent expression onto her face. “I should not have teased you for instigating earlier as I was just as bad as you with her. It was worth it though. I have been wanting to insult her for years. You should have seen the looks she gave me back when I was still a teen.” She admitted.

Thankfully the conversation turned back to a rather happy note as Emory seemed to shift his thoughts away from what happened back in the shop. A gasp left her as he didn’t grab the coins, though she didn’t complain as he placed the kiss to her lips. “You already have been a perfect gentleman.” She murmured in response. She bit her bottom lip lightly as he took the coins and leaned away from her. She wouldn’t have minded another kiss, but she wouldn’t push for it as they were still in public. “I do appreciate it, but it was your coin to begin with. I must warn you that I am terrible at accepting gifts. It is my worst flaw.” She confessed, tilting her head some as she spoke.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he leaned back in, eyes narrowing some as the seductive glint from earlier returned. “I can think of many ways for you to replace it.” She mused, voice quiet. She leaned her head gently into his touch while her eyes glanced down to his lips. Confusion was quick to hit her while he pulled back, it quickly shifting to concern. “Emory, what is wrong?” She asked. She hoped she didn’t do something to deter him.
 
Ah, he had been far too obvious in his retreat. Emory hesitated, his eyes closing as he shook his head at her, "It's nothing." This disgust that flowed through him was not her fault, certainly not. No, the disgust was directed at himself, a strengthening feeling that he was trying his best to suppress. But, he had his own self to blame, a monster the Black Market had turned him into, and as much as Rose saw him in such a kinder light, he would never be that no matter how hard he tried. The thought made his heart ache, but he was too far deep to stop. No, he couldn't stop, not after so many years of dirtying his hands, striking back at the world that had wronged him. He desired his enemies suffer as much as he had, an immature and selfish impulse that he'd never bother to curve. Remembering the man he had been torturing just moments prior, and the sick satisfaction that gave him made more disgust coil in his stomach. He really was a foul creature, as foul as the rest... wasn't he?

Opening his eyes once more, his gaze was gentle if not seeming a bit sad. A rare glimpse of deep sadness that had managed to slip before Emory had masked it, a soft smile crossing his face, "I'm fine. I promise." His hands settled upon her waist, a playful glint returning to his eyes. Yes, divert her attention elsewhere, he didn't want her to know. He wanted to be what she desired, what she deserved. And for this, he'll play his role as happily as possible so that she may live in bliss, he was falling deeper in his affections for her, but was hiding an all too hideous side of himself that he felt she would never accept, never tolerate. What if she grew afraid of him? What if she ran from him? Ah, this pain, this heartrending pain. Don't run from me. Love me. Please. A pitiful, silent cry in the back of his mind as he playfully lifted her up in his arms, settling her on the top of the nearest table, his hands landing on either side of her as he flashed the brightest grin he could manage, but the darkness deep in his eyes had not faded. Please.

His lips came up to press lightly against hers again, a soft and gentle kiss, a kiss that seemed to last only for a few seconds as he parted his lips from hers, lowing his voice to a soft purr, a tone he reserved just for her, "How may I replace your gift, hmm?" His hand had come underneath her chin, the proximity bringing with it the usual heat, and yet the disgust at himself still coiled within him. Emory certainly was not fine, but he was covering it up, hiding it as much as he possibly could. He was desperately trying to be... good. But, it's not good enough. You can't hide what you are. Agitation flared within his chest, but he silently weathered the disgust at himself, placing a soft kiss on Rose's forehead. I love you. Please. Stay. Don't hate me. I don't want that. It made him feel like a fool, like the boy he had been all those years ago, weak, trembling and terrified. Striving to please, wanting to be loved, yet being abandoned and thrown to the wolves to be ripped apart. Why was he remembering this? Why wouldn't his thoughts leave him be?
 
Rose’s brow furrowed as she watched him. There was something very clearly wrong with him and she didn’t know how to properly approach it. She didn’t want to be too pushy. Emory finally was opening up to her in a way he hadn’t before. She was terrified that he might end up cutting her off again if she were to push. Maybe this will be different, maybe he will tell you. Her thoughts were urging her forward, though she still felt rather unsure. “You know that I do not believe you.” She murmured. She felt a pang in her heart as he shook his head. She wanted to be the person that he came to when he needed to discuss his worries. That was one of the reasons she was there now. They were meant to rely on each other for emotional support.

She wanted to believe him. Her heart told her to. Her brain wouldn’t accept it though. She needed to at least try. If Emory wanted to push her away after this, so be it. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t. “Emory—“ She broke off as she was lifted and placed on the table. She offered him a warm smile as she sat there, the concern evident in her eyes. The smile that the young lord tried to give her didn’t ease her worry anymore. She could tell he was trying to act through his pain. “Please don’t lie to me. If you only do one thing, let it be that. I have had enough people lie to me over the years and I do not want to have you added to that list.” She let out a soft sigh after she spoke. She met his gaze once more, trying to get a reaction from him.

She brought both of her hands up to cup his face, tracing her thumb over his cheek. She offered him a gentle smile. The concern she felt clearly showed still. It wasn’t something that she could push back, no matter how hard she tried. Something was clearly wrong and she wanted to be able to help him. Despite her worries, she pushed forward. “Emory as much as I would love that right now, I would love even more if you would tell me what truly is wrong. I know that something is. If you don’t feel comfortable telling me that is alright. I just do not want you to feel as though you have to suffer alone anymore. I am here for you.” Her voice was quiet, gentle. She held the tone of a nurturing mother. This was exactly the way that her mother spoke to her when she was younger. It wasn’t condescending, just concerned and loving.
 
Emory froze, the man staring at her as if he couldn't truly hear what she was saying. But, she had caught onto his lie, a lie that he had hoped she would believe that he was fine. His eyes lowered, the playful light he had been trying to force had dimmed, darkened as the coldness returned, the smile that he had been forcing had evaporated. She was pleading to him not to lie to her, and his heart yearned to tell her the truth, to tell her what he truly was. Even if she had denied that he was the villain, that was what he was. He could not deny the other half of him that he yearned to hide from her, for that half of him was as true as this gentle, kinder face he desired to show to her. Didn't she have the right to know?

Her touch felt like fire over his skin, scathing, painful. Though perhaps this was a trick of his mind, as if to reprimand him and punish him for actions that he didn't want her to know. Her concern was just as scathing, making him wish to turn from her, to run from her gaze. The disgust coiled higher, rising into his chest at this point as he still couldn't make himself meet her gaze. Her voice pulled at his heart, and he crumbled. Emory's head had rested on her shoulder then, preparing himself for her to leave his grasp, his hands that had been flat upon the table had curled into tight fists, so tight that he could feel his nails biting into his skin. "...I feel disgusted with myself." The words were spoken so very quietly, that it almost was too quiet for her to hear, though as the first sentence slipped his lips, more would follow in a torrent.

"I enjoy... I love to torture, to kill," A bitter laugh left his lips, his shoulders trembling as the thought chanted in his mind, She'll leave you. "It feels so absurd to admit it out loud, but it had become so natural as breathing that I no longer felt disgust... until now. I want to be good, I want to be everything you deserve and yet... I can't get rid of this part of myself." His eyes stung as he continued, words quickening at a frenzied pace, "Before you came, there was a man who is connected to Demelza, her servant... I broke his fingers, one by one and delighted in the sound it made. Despite him begging for me to stop, I kept going until you came. And I dare... I dare to touch you with the same hands that broke that man's fingers... I'm..." He couldn't speak further, unable to bring himself to. His words ended anguished, as he closed his eyes tight, mumbling, "Please... don't leave me." His arms had encircled her middle, now holding onto her tightly as if he were a child, "I'll be better... I.." He was terrified, utterly terrified. Emory had not felt such a fear so all consuming that it shook him to his core. If Rose left him, what would he have left? Nothing.

It all meant nothing. What use was a mansion, this power, a title? It was all meaningless if she wasn't there. This brief moment of happiness he had managed to find would leave him. If one could look at Emory's eyes now, although he refused to lift his head, his eyes were empty, like a doll's. A shattered puppet showing the cracks that were concealed, a man who had never escaped the darkness of a prison of his own making. It was akin to how he looked when he'd been finally dragged from the clutches of the Black Market when he was only a boy of ten summers, a broken and useless thing. He did not cry, for the man no longer allowed himself to, but his trembling was betraying the urge to do so. Never had he bore such a weak and pathetic side of himself, such pain, such agony to another. And he was horrified that Rose will drift from his grasp. Of course, he knew that she was aware of his reputation of slaughter, but he'd never told her he actually enjoyed the act. Admitting it was horrid, admitting that he loved hurting others, just out of a sick need to inflict as much pain, as much torment as he'd felt was... inhuman.
 
Rose allowed for her hands to fall to her lap as the other male allowed his head to rest on her shoulder. Her concern turned to nervousness at his reaction to her words. Was it something truly terrible? She hadn’t seen him react like this before to anything. She didn’t bother to speak, not wanting to interrupt him. His words were a shock to her. It was as if someone had slammed her into a brick wall. She had no clue how to react to it. She was aware that Emory had been a killer. His reputation did proceed him. She didn’t know that the young lord enjoyed it. She bit down on her lip as he confessed that he had been doing so just before she had gotten to see him then. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t form words for a few moments.

“Do you truly love it Emory? Or have you just conditioned yourself to be used to doing it?” She inquired in a quieter voice. It was hard to read her reaction to his confession. The label that the court gave him kept popping back into her mind. She forced it to leave. “It is not all that you are though. If you truly loved doing it, you would not be feeling this disgust. You would not have admitted to me that you did this just before I arrived.” She spoke truthfully. While she had been shocked, she knew that this side of Emory wasn’t something that controlled him. He had shown her who he truly was. She slowly lifted her arms to carefully hug him in return, fingers tracing small patterns on his back in an attempt to comfort him.

The way in which Emory clung to her was very similar to that of a scared child. She thought back on what Parnell told her earlier. “You have never had an easy life. That I do know from what you have told me and what I have heard from others. You were forced into things no one should have been, including this. I do not think that you actually enjoy doing it. I really don’t. It is just a habit. It is just your basic urge for survival after what you have gone through.” She believed her reasoning to be correct. She shifted to be able to hold him a bit tighter, resting her own head lightly on his shoulder. She almost felt pity for him. It was clear that he was much more broken than she originally thought he had been.

“It will be alright. I am not going to go anywhere, my lord.” She whispered. Surely everyone would view her to be crazy if she were to admit that she knew of this and decided to still stay with him. There was just something in this situation that was urging her mind to stay. She would listen to that. It might have been the love that she felt for him or something else. She wasn’t sure, but it was loud enough for her to listen. She lifted her head to be able to press a gentle kiss to the side of his. She only held onto him tighter then, allowing her head to rest back onto his shoulder. “I appreciate you telling me and being honest with me.”
 
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