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McmollyAs Jaakuna shook the water off his hair, Emiri let out a wail of protest. She huffed, getting up a little and draining her hair, though she watched him climb out. When he asked if they would get out, she would look at her hands. They hadn't pruned just yet, but she was sure they probably would soon. She nodded, taking his hand and carefully managing to climb out without slipping. She let out a sigh of relief, she did feel a lot better now. She pondered if perhaps Karolina had put something in the soap or the water. Either way she began drying her hair, thanks to Jaakuna. once she deemed it dry she put the towel to her face. Ah, the bed was looking real nice right now. She couldn't stop looking it as she dried her body, and once she was dry, she went over to her bag. She stopped, getting an idea, and instead took out one of Jaakuna's black shirts, pulling it over her head. She then approached the bed, holding her arms out and letting herself fall onto it. Gods it felt good.
"I think this one is softer than yours." Emiri's muffled voice called out to Jaakuna.
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She hadn't thought of that. Emiri frowned slightly, though she thought about it for a moment. After some thought and some silence, she then smiled. She picked up some bubbles with her hands, lightly blowing them away. She then looked at Jaakuna. "Then that means I can borrow the Ifrit. That way I can go everywhere super fast. You'll wait for me in Archades, right?" She joked, slicking her bangs off her face. She smoothed them over the top off her head, revealing her forehead, and they stayed there for a moment. After a few seconds, though, the would slowly fall back onto her forehead, sticking to it and her cheeks.
"It'll be hard, giving up the hunter's life. I mean, it was difficult to get into in the first place. I didn't know what I was doing, I got hurt more times than I can recall, and gods know how many scams I fell for until I wised up. And then there was that one time I made the mistake of telling a certain bartender that I was expecting someone." She said, laughing a little. She started running her hands through her hair. "Who would have thought back then that I would be meeting the love of my life? I certainly wouldn't have. I was used to fighting, running away, being...distant from everyone. I never stayed in one place for long, never got attached because either I'd end up leaving...or they would end up using me." She stopped fiddling with her locks and smiled. "Even still, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. All my experiences, everything I've been through...it's all lead up to you."
"It'll be hard, giving up the hunter's life. I mean, it was difficult to get into in the first place. I didn't know what I was doing, I got hurt more times than I can recall, and gods know how many scams I fell for until I wised up. And then there was that one time I made the mistake of telling a certain bartender that I was expecting someone." She said, laughing a little. She started running her hands through her hair. "Who would have thought back then that I would be meeting the love of my life? I certainly wouldn't have. I was used to fighting, running away, being...distant from everyone. I never stayed in one place for long, never got attached because either I'd end up leaving...or they would end up using me." She stopped fiddling with her locks and smiled. "Even still, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. All my experiences, everything I've been through...it's all lead up to you."
When Jaakuna mentioned her family, Emiri was surprised, so to speak. So that was what he and her mother were talking about. She supposed Justine wouldn't have any objections to them marrying, though when he wished her a happy birthday, she was completely silent for a moment. She seemed surprised. No, it couldn't be. She furrowed her brow, half listening to Jaakuna go on about Archadia, half thinking about the date. Not that she would doubt her own mother not knowing when she gave birth to her, but she could hardly believe how much time had passed. "I forgot my own birthday." She mused out loud, though when asked about if she would return to Rozarria, she shook her head lightly.
"No...I don't think I will come back here. Not to live, anyway. I don't feel like this is my home anymore" She told him, lifting her free arm above the water. She reached out for the air, as if trying to grasp something. "Even if I could...I don't know if I could ever settle down now that I know what freedom is like. I've been all over Ivalice, but there's still so much to see, so much I don't know about. Or maybe I'm just running away again. I don't know." She lowered her arm back into the water. "But...if it's okay, I'd like to stay with you. If you'll have me."
"No...I don't think I will come back here. Not to live, anyway. I don't feel like this is my home anymore" She told him, lifting her free arm above the water. She reached out for the air, as if trying to grasp something. "Even if I could...I don't know if I could ever settle down now that I know what freedom is like. I've been all over Ivalice, but there's still so much to see, so much I don't know about. Or maybe I'm just running away again. I don't know." She lowered her arm back into the water. "But...if it's okay, I'd like to stay with you. If you'll have me."
Why would she ask that? Grant started thinking about it for a few seconds, his only sound being his quickened breath. He wanted to answer, though he was halfway between giving into his lust and the other half wondering if it was a good idea or not. He hadn't been thinking, and now that he was back to it, he was slightly concerned by her question. Was that her intention? It was nice, but that wasn't what he thought they were doing. They. Him and her. Not just her. Not just him. Them. He broke his lips away from her chest for a moment, looking right at her.
"It's not about me. It's about us." He responded.
As Emiri felt Jaakuna on her shoulder, she wished she could just relax. Of course her dumb brain wouldn't let her, not even for a second. Once they were rested, they would be off again. Zodiark had given them three days and she didn't want to find out what would happen afterwards. Losing just wasn't an option for her. She let out a small, somewhat relaxed sigh, though she did lean her head on Jaakuna's. His blonde hair lightly stuck to her neck, though her own hair was probably a mess too. But this was the moment that she wanted. These were the times when they didn't have to worry about everything, right? "This is probably the last chance we'll have to just relax like this." Emiri found herself saying out of nowhere. "I wonder...when it's all over, what will happen with...us?" She asked him quietly. "You're on good terms with your family again...will you return to Archadia?"
Whatever she had done to deserve Wesley, she was highly glad for it. Nadeline would make it a point to always do good, to always stay by him, because by the gods themselves no one had ever made her feel both secured and vulnerable at the same time. Each of his actions would earn a moan from her lips, though she found herself biting down on her lower one. It was odd, not being the one in control, but she loved his touch and everything that came with it. She found herself panting lightly from her desire for him. She would say his name laced with pure pleasure, finding it to be a mantra of hers.
"It's not about me. It's about us." He responded.
As Emiri felt Jaakuna on her shoulder, she wished she could just relax. Of course her dumb brain wouldn't let her, not even for a second. Once they were rested, they would be off again. Zodiark had given them three days and she didn't want to find out what would happen afterwards. Losing just wasn't an option for her. She let out a small, somewhat relaxed sigh, though she did lean her head on Jaakuna's. His blonde hair lightly stuck to her neck, though her own hair was probably a mess too. But this was the moment that she wanted. These were the times when they didn't have to worry about everything, right? "This is probably the last chance we'll have to just relax like this." Emiri found herself saying out of nowhere. "I wonder...when it's all over, what will happen with...us?" She asked him quietly. "You're on good terms with your family again...will you return to Archadia?"
Whatever she had done to deserve Wesley, she was highly glad for it. Nadeline would make it a point to always do good, to always stay by him, because by the gods themselves no one had ever made her feel both secured and vulnerable at the same time. Each of his actions would earn a moan from her lips, though she found herself biting down on her lower one. It was odd, not being the one in control, but she loved his touch and everything that came with it. She found herself panting lightly from her desire for him. She would say his name laced with pure pleasure, finding it to be a mantra of hers.
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This is quite the RP you guys have D: room for more? ;-;
This is quite the RP you guys have D: room for more? ;-;
Nadeline raised both her eyebrows at her fiance. Uh huh, so Wesley was hoping for this? She clung onto him as he carried her, though relaxed once they reached her bed. He would admire her for a moment, in which she giggled slightly as she blushed. She gasped lightly as his lips touched her neck, and she was absolutely loving the moment. She found her hands wandering all over him, craving him more and more with every passing second. Her fingers laced themselves between his dark locks, her light moans encouraging him to continue. She lightly unclasped her shirt, leaving it slightly open. She bit her lip hard, praying to the gods this time they wouldn't get interrupted.
Emiri shook her head at Jaakuna. She was glad to know at least he had the energy for that, anyway. Seeing as how she wasn't in any rush, she simply wandered over to the tub, undressing herself. She let her clothes fall to the floor, too tired and slightly lazy to properly fold them. She would released her hair and place her scrunchie in a more dignified manner onto the counter. Slowly easing herself into the water, she felt its warmth soothing her aching bones. Letting out just the slightest moan of pleasure, she leaned against the side, if only for a moment, Once she got used to the heat, she took what she assumed to be soap. She uncapped it and poured it into the water, met with a rather nice vanilla smell. She moved the water around with her hands, creating bubbles.
"Heaven." She proclaimed dreamily, letting herself sink in and the water reached her shoulders.
He had to admit, she was a lot more eager then he had anticipated.
Still, Grant felt himself caving into his own carnal desires. He was probably the one pushing her armor off the bed, but he didn't even notice them. Savayna was the one and only thing on his mind right now. His fingers traced the line between her dress and her thighs, though with one he traced a single line upwards. The hem followed, revealing more of her thighs, and his hands lightly grasped the revealed skin. He touched them softly, as if afraid his touch may cause a reaction (though they probably did anyway) and he lightly kissed her cheek, then her jawline, then her neck, leaving a light trail behind.
Emiri shook her head at Jaakuna. She was glad to know at least he had the energy for that, anyway. Seeing as how she wasn't in any rush, she simply wandered over to the tub, undressing herself. She let her clothes fall to the floor, too tired and slightly lazy to properly fold them. She would released her hair and place her scrunchie in a more dignified manner onto the counter. Slowly easing herself into the water, she felt its warmth soothing her aching bones. Letting out just the slightest moan of pleasure, she leaned against the side, if only for a moment, Once she got used to the heat, she took what she assumed to be soap. She uncapped it and poured it into the water, met with a rather nice vanilla smell. She moved the water around with her hands, creating bubbles.
"Heaven." She proclaimed dreamily, letting herself sink in and the water reached her shoulders.
He had to admit, she was a lot more eager then he had anticipated.
Still, Grant felt himself caving into his own carnal desires. He was probably the one pushing her armor off the bed, but he didn't even notice them. Savayna was the one and only thing on his mind right now. His fingers traced the line between her dress and her thighs, though with one he traced a single line upwards. The hem followed, revealing more of her thighs, and his hands lightly grasped the revealed skin. He touched them softly, as if afraid his touch may cause a reaction (though they probably did anyway) and he lightly kissed her cheek, then her jawline, then her neck, leaving a light trail behind.
The three of them looked to see Jaakuna walking in, albeit somehow more tired looking than before. Karolina looked at her husband, though she turned to Jaakuna. "Why don't you all stay here tonight? I promise you'll be well protected, and quite frankly you don't look like you're doing too well." She suggested kindly, going to him and lightly wiping away whatever tears he had left. "I think you need a nice, hot bath and then sleep. What do you think, darling?" She asked Lorenzo, lightly motioning for him to do something. Luckily for her, he did catch on, and he took Emiri's arm as Karolina did to Jaakuna. "I'm sure it's been a long day, let us give you the Grand Rozarrian Treatment. You are our guests, after all!" She cheerfully said as the older pair practically dragged the pair down the halls.
The guest room was occupied by several maids who had been sweeping the floors. At their arrival, each of them bowed deeply, and quickly began working at triple their speed. Emiri blinked a few times and they were finished, one of them picking up the cleaning products while the rest scrambled around. An assortment of finger foods and sparkling water were put on the nearby table, and they all lined up. "Why thank you, please give these two a little private time, they're very tired." Karolina told them. Each of them bowed and left in order. Karolina would then release Jaakuna and Lorenzo the same with Emiri, the two of them at the door. "Do call if you need anything!" SHe waved as she and Lorenzo closed the door.
As much as she had wanted to protest, that bed looked mighty comfy. Still, a bath sounded too good to pass up. She wandered over to the bathroom, and she smiled mischievously at Jaakuna. "I could go for a bath. Care to join me?" She asked rather seductively.
Nadeline couldn't help but giggle. She was somewhat glad that her parents weren't the only crazy ones. Still, despite his rather unenthusiastic response, she couldn't help but get somewhat excited. "I would very much like to meet your mother. Your family is going to be my family, remember?" She reminded him, lacing her fingers with his. "Besides, I am sure she will be happy to see you! Family is family, you cannot get rid of them no matter how much you want to." She said, laying her head on his shoulder. Her eyes briefly flicked to the bed, and she suddenly felt very naughty. She released him, though instead right out sat on his lap. "Tell me, what do you wish to do now?"
Grant didn't know why, but her kisses were infectious. Dangerously infectious. Still, he resigned himself not to think, only act, and as she got on her back he let his hands wander over her curves. His hands traced down the shape of her hips. He wondered if it was her height or her armor that hid her feminine figure, though he didn't really care. Still, he found at least one hand underneath her waist, as if pulling her to him, the other one lightly squeezing her butt. He liked how it felt underneath his hand.
The guest room was occupied by several maids who had been sweeping the floors. At their arrival, each of them bowed deeply, and quickly began working at triple their speed. Emiri blinked a few times and they were finished, one of them picking up the cleaning products while the rest scrambled around. An assortment of finger foods and sparkling water were put on the nearby table, and they all lined up. "Why thank you, please give these two a little private time, they're very tired." Karolina told them. Each of them bowed and left in order. Karolina would then release Jaakuna and Lorenzo the same with Emiri, the two of them at the door. "Do call if you need anything!" SHe waved as she and Lorenzo closed the door.
As much as she had wanted to protest, that bed looked mighty comfy. Still, a bath sounded too good to pass up. She wandered over to the bathroom, and she smiled mischievously at Jaakuna. "I could go for a bath. Care to join me?" She asked rather seductively.
Nadeline couldn't help but giggle. She was somewhat glad that her parents weren't the only crazy ones. Still, despite his rather unenthusiastic response, she couldn't help but get somewhat excited. "I would very much like to meet your mother. Your family is going to be my family, remember?" She reminded him, lacing her fingers with his. "Besides, I am sure she will be happy to see you! Family is family, you cannot get rid of them no matter how much you want to." She said, laying her head on his shoulder. Her eyes briefly flicked to the bed, and she suddenly felt very naughty. She released him, though instead right out sat on his lap. "Tell me, what do you wish to do now?"
Grant didn't know why, but her kisses were infectious. Dangerously infectious. Still, he resigned himself not to think, only act, and as she got on her back he let his hands wander over her curves. His hands traced down the shape of her hips. He wondered if it was her height or her armor that hid her feminine figure, though he didn't really care. Still, he found at least one hand underneath her waist, as if pulling her to him, the other one lightly squeezing her butt. He liked how it felt underneath his hand.
"Yes, because you held your sword to her throat and forced her to do it, right?" Justine asked, her words dripping with sarcasm. She shook her head at him. He certainly was emotional. "Get over yourself. If she means that much to you, then you make sure nothing happens to her. You protect her, you cherish her, make sure she never cries or makes a sad face. That is what you need to do, not sit there and cry over something already done." She turned away again, looking towards the rest of the castle. "If we're done, I still have some things to do before the night is over. I suggest you get some rest...and make sure she does too. Knowing her she'd wander around half an inch from death and insist she's fine. That foolish child of mine..."
Wesley laughed at her father's request, which she found rather amusing. Still, his expression fell when, yet again, Balfonheim Port was mentioned. What was up with him and that place? Nadeline wanted to know. "What is your history with Balfonheim, my love?" Nadeline asked him rather curiously, leaning in to get close to his face. "Everytime that word is uttered you have a look of displeasure on your face. You shouldn't hide anything from your future wife." She told him playfully, hugging his arm.
After he said what he needed to, Savayna was quiet. She didn't say a word to him, not even a joke or nothing. Had Grant said too much? He never could read her, so he had no idea what she would say. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything in the first place. He pretty much outed his biggest insecurity, though, so her silence actually made him nervous. Soundlessly she stood, though again she said nothing. She led him to his bed, and he stared at her. He sat with her, staring at her beautiful face, and he found himself, reaching out and touching her pale cheek gently. He had to admit it to himself, the first time he had met her he had absolutely no idea what to expect. Even now he didn't know what to expect from her, but he found some sort of comfort in that. Maybe he didn't always need to be in control. Maybe it was fine to just let things happen. Taking his own advice, he leaned in, locking his lips with hers.
Wesley laughed at her father's request, which she found rather amusing. Still, his expression fell when, yet again, Balfonheim Port was mentioned. What was up with him and that place? Nadeline wanted to know. "What is your history with Balfonheim, my love?" Nadeline asked him rather curiously, leaning in to get close to his face. "Everytime that word is uttered you have a look of displeasure on your face. You shouldn't hide anything from your future wife." She told him playfully, hugging his arm.
After he said what he needed to, Savayna was quiet. She didn't say a word to him, not even a joke or nothing. Had Grant said too much? He never could read her, so he had no idea what she would say. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything in the first place. He pretty much outed his biggest insecurity, though, so her silence actually made him nervous. Soundlessly she stood, though again she said nothing. She led him to his bed, and he stared at her. He sat with her, staring at her beautiful face, and he found himself, reaching out and touching her pale cheek gently. He had to admit it to himself, the first time he had met her he had absolutely no idea what to expect. Even now he didn't know what to expect from her, but he found some sort of comfort in that. Maybe he didn't always need to be in control. Maybe it was fine to just let things happen. Taking his own advice, he leaned in, locking his lips with hers.
"Twenty six. That makes you...two years older than her, as of today, anyway." Justine replied quietly. "I suppose that's alright. I know, I'm rambling." She waved away Jaakuna's look, though she turned away from him. "More importantly, since you and I are alone, we may as well address something. I know what Emelia did. She pushed her power to the absolute limit. It's one of the reasons I decided to reveal that I too, manipulated time once. However, you mustn't let her do anything like that ever again." Her voice raised somewhat, though she caught herself. She didn't want to blame him as she had no idea what had happened. "Her power in all its usefulness and seemingly unending potential has no limitations. That does not mean, however, that she can use it as she pleases. The way she is acting now is not of fatigue or even injury. It is the result of being halted--in other words, whether anyone noticed or not, Emelia was pulled out of our time. She may have managed to pull herself back into our time, but I can tell you that it is not something she can easily accomplish more than once. The Hume body simply cannot handle it, and once the body reaches its limit, she will die. I will reiterate myself: It cannot happen again."
"You are the first person to say that without adding 'you would have been cuter if you smiled!', you know." Grant replied, sweeping his hair off his face with his hands. When Savayna mentioned his mother, he frowned slightly, and while she looked at him, he would look away. "She was something straight out of a fairy tale. Beautiful, kind hearted, fair...I think the day she died is the day this entire family crumbled apart." He paused, staring at his mother's face in the painting. "Not sure if you Archadians remember that plague that hit Rozarria pretty hard a couple of years back. One of our servants caught it, but no one noticed until it was too late. Mother was dead in a week." He looked at his father's face.
"Somehow, my father managed to keep going. But he couldn't stand to see her pictures--this one used to be in his bedroom. And then he died, too. Murdered by my own brother. I wonder what he thought when he watched his own son kill him." He looked at Roland for a moment. "No, I know what he thought. He was sad. Gods know how hard he tried to keep us all together. But Reia, Roland...and myself...we all fell to our inner demons. Lorenzo managed to hang on, but he admitted that if it wasn't for Karolina, he probably would have fallen as well."
Wesley was as calm as ever, Surprised, but calm. She expected more of a reaction out of him, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Nadeline looked at him as he took her hands. "Of course it's what I want. How am I going to be with my future husband if he's in Dalmasca and I am all the way in Rozarria?" She asked him rhetorically, though she remembered something. "Oh. Father also requests a ring so that...'other men won't even think to look at me' he said." She looked rather exasperated at this, though she looked at Wesley with a small shrug.
"You are the first person to say that without adding 'you would have been cuter if you smiled!', you know." Grant replied, sweeping his hair off his face with his hands. When Savayna mentioned his mother, he frowned slightly, and while she looked at him, he would look away. "She was something straight out of a fairy tale. Beautiful, kind hearted, fair...I think the day she died is the day this entire family crumbled apart." He paused, staring at his mother's face in the painting. "Not sure if you Archadians remember that plague that hit Rozarria pretty hard a couple of years back. One of our servants caught it, but no one noticed until it was too late. Mother was dead in a week." He looked at his father's face.
"Somehow, my father managed to keep going. But he couldn't stand to see her pictures--this one used to be in his bedroom. And then he died, too. Murdered by my own brother. I wonder what he thought when he watched his own son kill him." He looked at Roland for a moment. "No, I know what he thought. He was sad. Gods know how hard he tried to keep us all together. But Reia, Roland...and myself...we all fell to our inner demons. Lorenzo managed to hang on, but he admitted that if it wasn't for Karolina, he probably would have fallen as well."
Wesley was as calm as ever, Surprised, but calm. She expected more of a reaction out of him, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Nadeline looked at him as he took her hands. "Of course it's what I want. How am I going to be with my future husband if he's in Dalmasca and I am all the way in Rozarria?" She asked him rhetorically, though she remembered something. "Oh. Father also requests a ring so that...'other men won't even think to look at me' he said." She looked rather exasperated at this, though she looked at Wesley with a small shrug.
Nadeline led Wesley through the halls in silence for the most part. As she opened the door to her bedroom, several maids bowed to the pair. Each one was identical in appearance, blue eyed and black haired, said hair being in a tight lower bun, making them all look more like a collection. They would rush around them, gathering several trays of treats and light snacks and placing them at the table. The princess would then sit, hooking one ankle behind another and patted the seat next to her, motioning for Wesley to take a seat next to her. Once he did, another maid came with an elaborately decorated pot, one more with two cups. Each would pour tea, sugar, and cream lightly into the mix, and once the pair was done another maid would stir. It seemed like there were at least six of them attending to their food and drink, and once they were finished each of them lined up, awaiting their mistress' next orders.
"Thank you. I would like some privacy, please do not disturb me unless it is an emergency." Nadeline instructed them, waving the girl away. "Leave everything there, we will indulge in it shortly. You are all dismissed." Each maid would then bow deeply, and two would stand by the door as each one left. Once the room was cleared, the remaining two would bow and close the door behind them. Nadeline then positioned herself so that she was somewhat facing Wesley, hands folded neatly on her lap out of habit. "It is a bit late to be discussing this, but it is something that needs to be addressed." She spoke. "My father likes you, contrary to how he acts. When he accidentally knocked you unconscious, the three of us got into a deep discussion about--about our future."
She nodded, as if confirming something. Then, very uncharacteristically, a slight blush crept up on her face. "As Grant is the next likely candidate for the Rozarrian throne, Father thought it best if he let you have me, so to speak. And I...I thought it would be best if after all this, I would...return to Dalmasca...with you."
Emiri scratched her neck, unsure of what to do. Everyone needed to talk with everyone, so she stayed in the workshop. Whatever it was that Jaakuna wanted to talk to Justine about, she was sure they needed privacy. She looked at Lorenzo and Karolina, slightly surprised to find them looking right back at her. That seemed to be happening a lot. "Ah...how are you feeling?" She asked Karolina timidly.
She smiled warmly. "I should be asked you that. You look as a pale as a cloud!"
"Oh." Was her only response.
"You look worse than Karolina." Lorenzo told her. "I mean, Andre told me you were sensitive to the Mist, and with everything happening...are you sure you're alright?"
She didn't want to admit it was not Zodiark that had made her like this. Just thinking about getting stuck made her shudder lightly. "Ah, um, I just...need some rest. I'm sure I'll be right as rain in the morning." She assured the pair. "Besides, it's not like we will be going anywhere, Jaakuna needs rest."
"Well, this is it." Grant stated, showing off his bedroom. He shrugged lightly, though he did sit on one of the chairs. "My mother decorated the room. I never did want to change it." He motioned towards a grand painting on one of the walls, depicting his entire family. His father Augustus, his mother Gretchen, his oldest brother Roland, a younger Reia and Lorenzo, and of course a very small and shorter haired Grant--although at the point in the picture he was clearly a child, his hair still reached his shoulders. "My family, before all the backstabbing and power hungriness." He joked lightly, leaning back in his seat. Truth be told, he had been rather surprised at Savayna's request, though he fulfilled it nonetheless. And now there they were, in his room. Alone.
Justine listened carefully to what Jaakuna said. It was intriguing, so to speak. She said nothing for a moment, her expression one of thoughtfulness more than anything. She was surprised to hear that somehow her daughter had managed to capture his heart--she half thought Grant would scar her from ever wanting to even look at another man ever again. She looked at him, arms crossed, studying him for a moment. He looked tired. Emelia did, too. She wondered what sorts of things they had been through together. Then again, it had been six years.
"Sure." She answered simply, uncrossing her arms. "If you would so wish it." She didn't really know what else to say, though she did remember something. "Ah, Karolina was right, it was twenty five years ago." She looked at Jaakuna again. "How old are you?" She asked him rather gently, almost resembling Karolina at this point.
"Thank you. I would like some privacy, please do not disturb me unless it is an emergency." Nadeline instructed them, waving the girl away. "Leave everything there, we will indulge in it shortly. You are all dismissed." Each maid would then bow deeply, and two would stand by the door as each one left. Once the room was cleared, the remaining two would bow and close the door behind them. Nadeline then positioned herself so that she was somewhat facing Wesley, hands folded neatly on her lap out of habit. "It is a bit late to be discussing this, but it is something that needs to be addressed." She spoke. "My father likes you, contrary to how he acts. When he accidentally knocked you unconscious, the three of us got into a deep discussion about--about our future."
She nodded, as if confirming something. Then, very uncharacteristically, a slight blush crept up on her face. "As Grant is the next likely candidate for the Rozarrian throne, Father thought it best if he let you have me, so to speak. And I...I thought it would be best if after all this, I would...return to Dalmasca...with you."
Emiri scratched her neck, unsure of what to do. Everyone needed to talk with everyone, so she stayed in the workshop. Whatever it was that Jaakuna wanted to talk to Justine about, she was sure they needed privacy. She looked at Lorenzo and Karolina, slightly surprised to find them looking right back at her. That seemed to be happening a lot. "Ah...how are you feeling?" She asked Karolina timidly.
She smiled warmly. "I should be asked you that. You look as a pale as a cloud!"
"Oh." Was her only response.
"You look worse than Karolina." Lorenzo told her. "I mean, Andre told me you were sensitive to the Mist, and with everything happening...are you sure you're alright?"
She didn't want to admit it was not Zodiark that had made her like this. Just thinking about getting stuck made her shudder lightly. "Ah, um, I just...need some rest. I'm sure I'll be right as rain in the morning." She assured the pair. "Besides, it's not like we will be going anywhere, Jaakuna needs rest."
"Well, this is it." Grant stated, showing off his bedroom. He shrugged lightly, though he did sit on one of the chairs. "My mother decorated the room. I never did want to change it." He motioned towards a grand painting on one of the walls, depicting his entire family. His father Augustus, his mother Gretchen, his oldest brother Roland, a younger Reia and Lorenzo, and of course a very small and shorter haired Grant--although at the point in the picture he was clearly a child, his hair still reached his shoulders. "My family, before all the backstabbing and power hungriness." He joked lightly, leaning back in his seat. Truth be told, he had been rather surprised at Savayna's request, though he fulfilled it nonetheless. And now there they were, in his room. Alone.
Justine listened carefully to what Jaakuna said. It was intriguing, so to speak. She said nothing for a moment, her expression one of thoughtfulness more than anything. She was surprised to hear that somehow her daughter had managed to capture his heart--she half thought Grant would scar her from ever wanting to even look at another man ever again. She looked at him, arms crossed, studying him for a moment. He looked tired. Emelia did, too. She wondered what sorts of things they had been through together. Then again, it had been six years.
"Sure." She answered simply, uncrossing her arms. "If you would so wish it." She didn't really know what else to say, though she did remember something. "Ah, Karolina was right, it was twenty five years ago." She looked at Jaakuna again. "How old are you?" She asked him rather gently, almost resembling Karolina at this point.
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