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"The first elden lord should remember where he stored the twins clothing"
Adeodatus comments. Gently cleaning a Luna. Supporting her head to prevent her from going under the warm water in the bucket.
His tail swaying to keep a freshly cleaned Solis asleep. Wrapped up in a bucky cloth to keep warm
(single grandaddies trying to take care of their grand daughters)
"Oi, hath some patience, eh?" He fumbled as he went back looking through cupboards and containers for the baby clothes. Was he the one who washed them, folded them, and set them away? Yes. Does he remember where he stuffed them? No. He never does.
"I am but an old man. My memory no longer serves me well." He opens a couple more cupboards before finding the stack of baby clothes that were haphazardly folded. Without much of a thought, he grabs a onsie from the stack. Then with the upmost delicacy, he takes a sleeping Solis from her grandfather's tail, cupping her tiny body within the palm of his hand. With a gentle touch he removes the blanket from a now dry Solis to change her into her clothes before swaddling her once more.
Poor Solis flinched at the movement. Then began to cry. More from loosing the warmth the blanket provided. Thankfully it only lasted a moment when she was swaddled back up.
"Solis hathdeveloped an ill reaction to change"
Adeodatus says. Now wrapping Luna up in a blanket. This littles one turn to be clothed back up. The other twin having a more complicated routine. Special clothes sewn to not cause any problems to her little wings or the scales she was developing quicker than Solis.
"Now to see where lunas cloths are. Or else our ears shall be ringing from her wee cries"
A hint of a humor in his voice. Aside of Godfreys old age. Adeodatus has his years finally beginning to catch up to him. It was more demanding to hold this form for so long. As well as the more faded colour of his scales. Much different to the grey hair Godfrey holds
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Morgott holding two omen twins in one hand. The blonde named Solis and the maroon named Luna. Not knowning he is holding his nieces
Based off of a rp with @fellomenking
Solis and Luna are from a au with @deathblightprince
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"SLAP!"
Then Dany heard Nouma run out of her office. Gotta get that head start
"GYAH!"
Whirling around, Dany immediately gives chase, chucking the papers she'd been working on straight into Radagon's face in the process.
"COME BACK HERE, I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT!"
Nouma felt a bit bad for Radagon to see that. She was too focused on sneaking on to smack that dragon cake. Danys new towering height making it more recoil.
Now back to running for her life. Dany hearing her giddy giggles. Being able to keep Dany at a distance. Handling a toddler must've helped with her stamina
[survivor au]
"What's wrong?"
She asks Godwyn. Who was brooding in the darkness of his bedchambers. Nouma wearing her poor commoner cloths instead of her armour
He sat alone on the edge of his bed, silent and still. To say he was brooding was an understatement.
He didn't mean to, but with his back facing her, she was unable to see the contorted face of pain he was pulling. His arms wrapped tightly around himself as if he was hugging himself, but his hands clenched around his sides.
The blight was back. He could feel it writing from within, underneath his skin. His breathing was shaky and labored, attempting in vain to ease the pain. He had given up trying to halt the writing, it was back with a vengeance and it was ready to make his life hell. Perfect timing too, as his speech was set for tomorrow.
She walked over towards. Around the bed and now facing him. Even when he is sitting, he is still taller than her
"my love..."
She calls him. Gentle holding his face in her hands. A thumb stroking his cheek. Gods Nouma wasn't even supposed at the estate. Being ordered to rest up in the training grounds she calls home. Choosing to go against it to be by Godwyns side.
"If your physical therapy is causing pain again. I can call the perfumers for stronger painkillers"
She offers. Unaware of the blight within Godwyn. Nor had he ever told her of its existance
She would be waiting outside the gates for much longer than anticipated. If she needed rest now from training, she mine as well lay on the stone bench outside, because even after the preists left she still wasn't allowed in. Then she saw the perfumers come and go. It was only after maybe a couple hours a maid came out to let her in.
She would come back to Godwyn with a pungent smell of a certain herb lingering in the air. Some incense burning close to his bed to give him some relief from the other 50 millions scents that now permeated his room.
He was drugged up. He was tucked back into bed, eyes half open with the most vacant stare Nouma's ever seen. He didn't even notice Nouma had entered his chambers until she was already approaching him from the bed.
"Nouma..." He muttered with a weak smile curling onto his lips. A hand gingerly reached to touch her hand.
She hated waiting. To the point wear she had fallen asleep on the stone bench. The maid almost assumed she was beggar if they didn't know how Nouma looked like.
Rushing inside the estate. Her heart beating and praying all is well. Pushing the door to the bedchamber to enter
That smell of herbs and incense hits her like a wall. Visibly wincing at the many unpleasent smells she is smelling all at once. But she will endure it for Godwyn. For all of it is to help with his pain.
"Godwyn..."
She quietly says. Now holding his hand with both hands. The dreadful fear and anxiety washed away. Replaced with tears. Weeping for him. How that dreadful though of losting him had haunted her those long hours. Quietly whispering
"I thought I lost you..."
His smile slowly faded as soon as he saw her tears. His hand gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
“I am sorry for scaring thee, my dear.” He whispered. He went through so much more than he was willing to tell her. The truth was, the blight didn’t stop writhing even after the priests did a over a dozen incantations to still the blight, but cutting him open and allowing him to blood let is what finally stilled it. His hand that lay on the bed had been newly bandaged. It appears the perfumers weren’t only there just to relieve his pain.
“I am okay now. Prithee, lay beside me dear.”
Almost as soon as he finished saying those words. She was already laying down beside him. Cuddling up to him. Being catious on his injuries.
"Now I don't want the ceremony to happen tomorrow..."
She whispered. Certainly the first time she ever complained about it. It felt odd to Nouma since it was Godwyn who did the complainning. Ranging from the elden lord radagon to not getting his cuddles the moment she arrives
His arm wrapped around her waist, his cheek rested on the top of her head. He allowed his eyes to drift shut and exhale as they lay snug.
"Thoust wish I speak to the people at all?" Truth be told, he didn't want to go either. However, he now has an obligation to go since it's already been announced that he was going to speak publicly. He really can't let the public down, now can he?
"Would it be selfish if I said yes? But then, almost everyday I get my wish. It wouldn't be fair keep Godwyn the golden to myself"
Nouma says. Smiling a bit. Thinking of how much trouble that would've start. Or be added in with the rest. There was still some uproar at Nouma being allowed to be Godwyns knight. But they be somewhat civil about when it was she who managed to save him. Happilg accept her reward with cuddles
"The people art expecting me very soon, love..." His voice was just above a whisper. After that painful ordeal with the blight and the process of getting it to cease, he found himself exhausted as he lay with Nouma.
"Thoust must get acquainted with the thought that thou must share mine presence."
"I know..."
She quietly replies. Feeling sleep coming to her as well. Too fast than excepted. Already asleep moments after speaking. The hours of worrying for Godwyns well being had taken its toll on her health more than expected. But
For a horrible day it was. She had rested well. Godwyn able to enjoy her warm cuddles the entire night. It was also the first night in a long while where he gets to have her by his side the whole night.
Till early morning. Nouma waking up, remembering she wasn't supposed to be here. Carefully sitting up. Her hair falling from her shoulders. It had gotten longer as her time with godwyn past. Now reaching her midback. Then to her gently shaking his good shoulder to get his attention.
"Godwyn...Wake up. I need to leave..."
Nouma whispers. Knowing very well Godwyn would be a bit pouty if he doesn't get a goodbye kiss
Godwyn seems to sleep more peacefully whenever Nouma slept beside him. Nightmares alluded him more often, and he was less likely to wake up in great pain in the middle of the night.
Well, that was until Nouma woke him up the in the morning. A soft groan left his lips as he sluggishly turned his head to look at her. His eyes cracked open to see his lover’s pace sculpted beautifully by the morning sun that shined through the grand windows. It hadn’t hit him yet that he was going to get up soon for the speech.
“So soon...?” Despite being groggy, he still found the energy to be amusing towards her. The ache clearly hasn’t set in yet.
Her green eyes standing out in the bedchambers darkness and the light from the sun and erdtree. She smiled at him
"Yes I must. They will be here soon to help you prepare. It would be a terrible first time meeting Queen Marika if I was discovered in your bed"
A glint of mischef in her eyes. Oh my terrible indeed. The princes secret on getting spoiled by cuddles and kisses by the one who saved his life
A small flicker of recognition could be seen as he batted his droopy eyelids. Oh boy, today was the day, wasn't it?
"Very well..." he murmured softly. Hopefully he could get an hour or so of shut eye before its time to get ready.
Leaning down to give him a kiss on the lips. Then an extra one on his cheek.
"It's under the pillow because your head. Just in case if you need it"
Nouma whispered. It was that bottle of red liquid again. Both knowing how much relief it gives him when he drinks it. Then feeling her leave his side. Sneaking out of his estate like she was never there
Godwyn happily accepted the kiss, leaning into it to keep her close for as long as he could. The peck on his cheek was the only thing that could save him from missing her. A goofy little smile painted his face as he relished in the shadow of her kiss.
"I thank thee, Nouma." He murmured sweetly. He cherished her presence for the tiniest moment longer before she would part from him. Back to the being alone with his thoughts. Oh no, Godwyn, go back to sleep.
She would have a chance to meet with him again later in the morning. By that time, Godwyn was up and getting ready for the speech. He had his bandages peeled off, bathed, rebandaged, dressed up to make himself look presentable, and now he was trying to do his hair with a million perfumes in the air and the maids and nurses fussing and helping him of the simplest tasks. Can a man braid his own hair by himself for godsake?
It was a wise decision to leave so early in the morning. By the time she had reached her little home. The streets were filled with people. All eagerly wanting to see their prince once again since the assassination attempt.
Then another problem to the next. It left Nouma feeling terribly anxious. Resulting in her taking more time on getting the armour on. Now she wonders on why Godwyn had chosen such a complicated design for it. The yellow makes her hair appear more red than it normally would be. Covered in gold and various shades of it. Along with a engraved lion on a shoulder plate. A dragon on the other. Such designs that only Godwyn can get away with.
How Nouma stands out in the very place where Godwyn is make his speech. The gossip is already spreading like a forest fire on who is she and the many guesses on why she stood up there. Ignoring all of it while she looks on. Waiting for Godwyns arrival
She would be waiting for a solid 30 minutes to an hour at best, much to her dismay. There would be a sign of Godwyn approaching by the sight of a large carriage, pulled by two tree sentinels and their horses in heavy gold plated armor.
Woe be any assassin who attempts to finish the job today!
The carriage would stop at the end of the street, allowing Godwyn and his guards to easy passage through the large entrance that would lead them inside the walls of the Fortified Manor and towards a lift. Thankfully, he doesn't have to take any stairs.
Or so he thought. The lift could only go up so high, as it was a quick makeshift lift that only led him up to the 2nd floor. He had to take several flights of stairs up towards the top the wall. Then once he thought it was over, he had to climb down one more flight of stairs while the public eye could possibly see him, which meant his guards could not aid him while on the stairs. Slowly but surely, he hobbled down the steps to where he would meet an entourage of officials who would stand beside him as he did his speech. All seemed typical, and then he saw Nouma within her armor.
It was like all the aches that began to form as he climbed up those steps were gone, filled with a calm sea that washed over him and settled within his chest. He would greet the small group close to the podium, offering generous handshakes and kinds words, ending with Nouma who stood closest to the podium.
"I thank thee for being here, Nouma." His voice sounded casual and gracious, but the undertones of relief and joy at her presence could be easily heard to Nouma, and possibly to others who are in on their situation... which was slim to none. He took her hand in a gentle handshake. His other hand gripped a staff that they allowed for him to use instead of a walker. By the looks of it, he was struggling to balance with it already as his staff shook within his tight grip.
Her heart skipped a beat when she finally sees Godwyn again. Worrying his well being on his journey to the Fortified Manor. Thankfully her face remained calm. But holding back the urge to rush over and assist him in walking. Taking notice to how he is trying to stand up on both feet.
"Your highness"
Nouma greets him with a bow. Showing respect and pretending as if she never knew him till now.
"It is a pleasure to see you well"
Shaking his hand. Godwyn can tell how joyful she was to finally see him again. Her eyes having a hint of glow to them. She wasn't wearing her helmet. Her hair tied up into a ponytail. If there was any more polish on her armour. She might glow brighter than the erdtree.
He saw her eyes move to the side for a quick sec. Knowing one of the officals is representing the dragon cult. 'I am uncomfortable' she is trying to sign to him. Do hope they aren't making Godwyn to make an hours long speech
[survivor au]
"What's wrong?"
She asks Godwyn. Who was brooding in the darkness of his bedchambers. Nouma wearing her poor commoner cloths instead of her armour
He sat alone on the edge of his bed, silent and still. To say he was brooding was an understatement.
He didn't mean to, but with his back facing her, she was unable to see the contorted face of pain he was pulling. His arms wrapped tightly around himself as if he was hugging himself, but his hands clenched around his sides.
The blight was back. He could feel it writing from within, underneath his skin. His breathing was shaky and labored, attempting in vain to ease the pain. He had given up trying to halt the writing, it was back with a vengeance and it was ready to make his life hell. Perfect timing too, as his speech was set for tomorrow.
She walked over towards. Around the bed and now facing him. Even when he is sitting, he is still taller than her
"my love..."
She calls him. Gentle holding his face in her hands. A thumb stroking his cheek. Gods Nouma wasn't even supposed at the estate. Being ordered to rest up in the training grounds she calls home. Choosing to go against it to be by Godwyns side.
"If your physical therapy is causing pain again. I can call the perfumers for stronger painkillers"
She offers. Unaware of the blight within Godwyn. Nor had he ever told her of its existance
She would be waiting outside the gates for much longer than anticipated. If she needed rest now from training, she mine as well lay on the stone bench outside, because even after the preists left she still wasn't allowed in. Then she saw the perfumers come and go. It was only after maybe a couple hours a maid came out to let her in.
She would come back to Godwyn with a pungent smell of a certain herb lingering in the air. Some incense burning close to his bed to give him some relief from the other 50 millions scents that now permeated his room.
He was drugged up. He was tucked back into bed, eyes half open with the most vacant stare Nouma's ever seen. He didn't even notice Nouma had entered his chambers until she was already approaching him from the bed.
"Nouma..." He muttered with a weak smile curling onto his lips. A hand gingerly reached to touch her hand.
She hated waiting. To the point wear she had fallen asleep on the stone bench. The maid almost assumed she was beggar if they didn't know how Nouma looked like.
Rushing inside the estate. Her heart beating and praying all is well. Pushing the door to the bedchamber to enter
That smell of herbs and incense hits her like a wall. Visibly wincing at the many unpleasent smells she is smelling all at once. But she will endure it for Godwyn. For all of it is to help with his pain.
"Godwyn..."
She quietly says. Now holding his hand with both hands. The dreadful fear and anxiety washed away. Replaced with tears. Weeping for him. How that dreadful though of losting him had haunted her those long hours. Quietly whispering
"I thought I lost you..."
His smile slowly faded as soon as he saw her tears. His hand gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
“I am sorry for scaring thee, my dear.” He whispered. He went through so much more than he was willing to tell her. The truth was, the blight didn’t stop writhing even after the priests did a over a dozen incantations to still the blight, but cutting him open and allowing him to blood let is what finally stilled it. His hand that lay on the bed had been newly bandaged. It appears the perfumers weren’t only there just to relieve his pain.
“I am okay now. Prithee, lay beside me dear.”
Almost as soon as he finished saying those words. She was already laying down beside him. Cuddling up to him. Being catious on his injuries.
"Now I don't want the ceremony to happen tomorrow..."
She whispered. Certainly the first time she ever complained about it. It felt odd to Nouma since it was Godwyn who did the complainning. Ranging from the elden lord radagon to not getting his cuddles the moment she arrives
His arm wrapped around her waist, his cheek rested on the top of her head. He allowed his eyes to drift shut and exhale as they lay snug.
"Thoust wish I speak to the people at all?" Truth be told, he didn't want to go either. However, he now has an obligation to go since it's already been announced that he was going to speak publicly. He really can't let the public down, now can he?
"Would it be selfish if I said yes? But then, almost everyday I get my wish. It wouldn't be fair keep Godwyn the golden to myself"
Nouma says. Smiling a bit. Thinking of how much trouble that would've start. Or be added in with the rest. There was still some uproar at Nouma being allowed to be Godwyns knight. But they be somewhat civil about when it was she who managed to save him. Happilg accept her reward with cuddles
"The people art expecting me very soon, love..." His voice was just above a whisper. After that painful ordeal with the blight and the process of getting it to cease, he found himself exhausted as he lay with Nouma.
"Thoust must get acquainted with the thought that thou must share mine presence."
"I know..."
She quietly replies. Feeling sleep coming to her as well. Too fast than excepted. Already asleep moments after speaking. The hours of worrying for Godwyns well being had taken its toll on her health more than expected. But
For a horrible day it was. She had rested well. Godwyn able to enjoy her warm cuddles the entire night. It was also the first night in a long while where he gets to have her by his side the whole night.
Till early morning. Nouma waking up, remembering she wasn't supposed to be here. Carefully sitting up. Her hair falling from her shoulders. It had gotten longer as her time with godwyn past. Now reaching her midback. Then to her gently shaking his good shoulder to get his attention.
"Godwyn...Wake up. I need to leave..."
Nouma whispers. Knowing very well Godwyn would be a bit pouty if he doesn't get a goodbye kiss
Godwyn seems to sleep more peacefully whenever Nouma slept beside him. Nightmares alluded him more often, and he was less likely to wake up in great pain in the middle of the night.
Well, that was until Nouma woke him up the in the morning. A soft groan left his lips as he sluggishly turned his head to look at her. His eyes cracked open to see his lover’s pace sculpted beautifully by the morning sun that shined through the grand windows. It hadn’t hit him yet that he was going to get up soon for the speech.
“So soon...?” Despite being groggy, he still found the energy to be amusing towards her. The ache clearly hasn’t set in yet.
Her green eyes standing out in the bedchambers darkness and the light from the sun and erdtree. She smiled at him
"Yes I must. They will be here soon to help you prepare. It would be a terrible first time meeting Queen Marika if I was discovered in your bed"
A glint of mischef in her eyes. Oh my terrible indeed. The princes secret on getting spoiled by cuddles and kisses by the one who saved his life
A small flicker of recognition could be seen as he batted his droopy eyelids. Oh boy, today was the day, wasn't it?
"Very well..." he murmured softly. Hopefully he could get an hour or so of shut eye before its time to get ready.
Leaning down to give him a kiss on the lips. Then an extra one on his cheek.
"It's under the pillow because your head. Just in case if you need it"
Nouma whispered. It was that bottle of red liquid again. Both knowing how much relief it gives him when he drinks it. Then feeling her leave his side. Sneaking out of his estate like she was never there
Godwyn happily accepted the kiss, leaning into it to keep her close for as long as he could. The peck on his cheek was the only thing that could save him from missing her. A goofy little smile painted his face as he relished in the shadow of her kiss.
"I thank thee, Nouma." He murmured sweetly. He cherished her presence for the tiniest moment longer before she would part from him. Back to the being alone with his thoughts. Oh no, Godwyn, go back to sleep.
She would have a chance to meet with him again later in the morning. By that time, Godwyn was up and getting ready for the speech. He had his bandages peeled off, bathed, rebandaged, dressed up to make himself look presentable, and now he was trying to do his hair with a million perfumes in the air and the maids and nurses fussing and helping him of the simplest tasks. Can a man braid his own hair by himself for godsake?
It was a wise decision to leave so early in the morning. By the time she had reached her little home. The streets were filled with people. All eagerly wanting to see their prince once again since the assassination attempt.
Then another problem to the next. It left Nouma feeling terribly anxious. Resulting in her taking more time on getting the armour on. Now she wonders on why Godwyn had chosen such a complicated design for it. The yellow makes her hair appear more red than it normally would be. Covered in gold and various shades of it. Along with a engraved lion on a shoulder plate. A dragon on the other. Such designs that only Godwyn can get away with.
How Nouma stands out in the very place where Godwyn is make his speech. The gossip is already spreading like a forest fire on who is she and the many guesses on why she stood up there. Ignoring all of it while she looks on. Waiting for Godwyns arrival
It was all fun and games till Geralt disappeared into the tunnels again. Both twins processing. Then looking up at Fyra and Mama with the saddest eyes and little whimpers.
Friend gone. Friend no where in sight
"He went on an adventure. He will be back soon." Fyra assures, giving them each a cookie to destract them from Geralt leaving so they would not be tempted to follow.
The hold was being very close being with filled with the cries of babies. Both eyes sparkling at the sight of cookies. Takes them a good hour to munch it down. Then Solis toppling over with her cookie. Being a fierce baby attacking the cookie
"Geralt has been gone for long periods of time. Surely you would be worried on what he might get into"
Nouma says, knowing the bugs streak of mischef and him being so young still
“I am not because he is not alone. He is with Ensha. They are-” She lifts her hands up and makes air quotes, “Tunnel buddies I fully trust Ensha to take care of him. Besides, it keeps him from stealing things.”
"That just reminded me. Where is Ensh- hey hey hey you already had your cookie"
Noumas attention back to the twins. Solis decided her cookie wasn't enough. So tried taking Lunas, who was still working on hers. Little growls and whimpers on the two fighting.
Till Nouma lifted Solis up. The little blonde letting out a little hiss in displeasure. Now giving both adults her famous frownie face. Mouth covered in crumbs
It was all fun and games till Geralt disappeared into the tunnels again. Both twins processing. Then looking up at Fyra and Mama with the saddest eyes and little whimpers.
Friend gone. Friend no where in sight
"He went on an adventure. He will be back soon." Fyra assures, giving them each a cookie to destract them from Geralt leaving so they would not be tempted to follow.
The hold was being very close being with filled with the cries of babies. Both eyes sparkling at the sight of cookies. Takes them a good hour to munch it down. Then Solis toppling over with her cookie. Being a fierce baby attacking the cookie
"Geralt has been gone for long periods of time. Surely you would be worried on what he might get into"
Nouma says, knowing the bugs streak of mischef and him being so young still
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Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.
I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.
[survivor au]
"What's wrong?"
She asks Godwyn. Who was brooding in the darkness of his bedchambers. Nouma wearing her poor commoner cloths instead of her armour
He sat alone on the edge of his bed, silent and still. To say he was brooding was an understatement.
He didn't mean to, but with his back facing her, she was unable to see the contorted face of pain he was pulling. His arms wrapped tightly around himself as if he was hugging himself, but his hands clenched around his sides.
The blight was back. He could feel it writing from within, underneath his skin. His breathing was shaky and labored, attempting in vain to ease the pain. He had given up trying to halt the writing, it was back with a vengeance and it was ready to make his life hell. Perfect timing too, as his speech was set for tomorrow.
She walked over towards. Around the bed and now facing him. Even when he is sitting, he is still taller than her
"my love..."
She calls him. Gentle holding his face in her hands. A thumb stroking his cheek. Gods Nouma wasn't even supposed at the estate. Being ordered to rest up in the training grounds she calls home. Choosing to go against it to be by Godwyns side.
"If your physical therapy is causing pain again. I can call the perfumers for stronger painkillers"
She offers. Unaware of the blight within Godwyn. Nor had he ever told her of its existance
She would be waiting outside the gates for much longer than anticipated. If she needed rest now from training, she mine as well lay on the stone bench outside, because even after the preists left she still wasn't allowed in. Then she saw the perfumers come and go. It was only after maybe a couple hours a maid came out to let her in.
She would come back to Godwyn with a pungent smell of a certain herb lingering in the air. Some incense burning close to his bed to give him some relief from the other 50 millions scents that now permeated his room.
He was drugged up. He was tucked back into bed, eyes half open with the most vacant stare Nouma's ever seen. He didn't even notice Nouma had entered his chambers until she was already approaching him from the bed.
"Nouma..." He muttered with a weak smile curling onto his lips. A hand gingerly reached to touch her hand.
She hated waiting. To the point wear she had fallen asleep on the stone bench. The maid almost assumed she was beggar if they didn't know how Nouma looked like.
Rushing inside the estate. Her heart beating and praying all is well. Pushing the door to the bedchamber to enter
That smell of herbs and incense hits her like a wall. Visibly wincing at the many unpleasent smells she is smelling all at once. But she will endure it for Godwyn. For all of it is to help with his pain.
"Godwyn..."
She quietly says. Now holding his hand with both hands. The dreadful fear and anxiety washed away. Replaced with tears. Weeping for him. How that dreadful though of losting him had haunted her those long hours. Quietly whispering
"I thought I lost you..."
His smile slowly faded as soon as he saw her tears. His hand gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
“I am sorry for scaring thee, my dear.” He whispered. He went through so much more than he was willing to tell her. The truth was, the blight didn’t stop writhing even after the priests did a over a dozen incantations to still the blight, but cutting him open and allowing him to blood let is what finally stilled it. His hand that lay on the bed had been newly bandaged. It appears the perfumers weren’t only there just to relieve his pain.
“I am okay now. Prithee, lay beside me dear.”
Almost as soon as he finished saying those words. She was already laying down beside him. Cuddling up to him. Being catious on his injuries.
"Now I don't want the ceremony to happen tomorrow..."
She whispered. Certainly the first time she ever complained about it. It felt odd to Nouma since it was Godwyn who did the complainning. Ranging from the elden lord radagon to not getting his cuddles the moment she arrives
His arm wrapped around her waist, his cheek rested on the top of her head. He allowed his eyes to drift shut and exhale as they lay snug.
"Thoust wish I speak to the people at all?" Truth be told, he didn't want to go either. However, he now has an obligation to go since it's already been announced that he was going to speak publicly. He really can't let the public down, now can he?
"Would it be selfish if I said yes? But then, almost everyday I get my wish. It wouldn't be fair keep Godwyn the golden to myself"
Nouma says. Smiling a bit. Thinking of how much trouble that would've start. Or be added in with the rest. There was still some uproar at Nouma being allowed to be Godwyns knight. But they be somewhat civil about when it was she who managed to save him. Happilg accept her reward with cuddles
"The people art expecting me very soon, love..." His voice was just above a whisper. After that painful ordeal with the blight and the process of getting it to cease, he found himself exhausted as he lay with Nouma.
"Thoust must get acquainted with the thought that thou must share mine presence."
"I know..."
She quietly replies. Feeling sleep coming to her as well. Too fast than excepted. Already asleep moments after speaking. The hours of worrying for Godwyns well being had taken its toll on her health more than expected. But
For a horrible day it was. She had rested well. Godwyn able to enjoy her warm cuddles the entire night. It was also the first night in a long while where he gets to have her by his side the whole night.
Till early morning. Nouma waking up, remembering she wasn't supposed to be here. Carefully sitting up. Her hair falling from her shoulders. It had gotten longer as her time with godwyn past. Now reaching her midback. Then to her gently shaking his good shoulder to get his attention.
"Godwyn...Wake up. I need to leave..."
Nouma whispers. Knowing very well Godwyn would be a bit pouty if he doesn't get a goodbye kiss
Godwyn seems to sleep more peacefully whenever Nouma slept beside him. Nightmares alluded him more often, and he was less likely to wake up in great pain in the middle of the night.
Well, that was until Nouma woke him up the in the morning. A soft groan left his lips as he sluggishly turned his head to look at her. His eyes cracked open to see his lover’s pace sculpted beautifully by the morning sun that shined through the grand windows. It hadn’t hit him yet that he was going to get up soon for the speech.
“So soon...?” Despite being groggy, he still found the energy to be amusing towards her. The ache clearly hasn’t set in yet.
Her green eyes standing out in the bedchambers darkness and the light from the sun and erdtree. She smiled at him
"Yes I must. They will be here soon to help you prepare. It would be a terrible first time meeting Queen Marika if I was discovered in your bed"
A glint of mischef in her eyes. Oh my terrible indeed. The princes secret on getting spoiled by cuddles and kisses by the one who saved his life
A small flicker of recognition could be seen as he batted his droopy eyelids. Oh boy, today was the day, wasn't it?
"Very well..." he murmured softly. Hopefully he could get an hour or so of shut eye before its time to get ready.
Leaning down to give him a kiss on the lips. Then an extra one on his cheek.
"It's under the pillow because your head. Just in case if you need it"
Nouma whispered. It was that bottle of red liquid again. Both knowing how much relief it gives him when he drinks it. Then feeling her leave his side. Sneaking out of his estate like she was never there
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A bit unsettled by her, Perona shuffles nearby, a thing of custard in her hands. The Draconians scare her very much, and she doesn't know why, because she understands from whispers and intruded conversation that the ones that come here can't possibly be bad people. At least, the night haired one...
Trembling, she takes notice of the foggy eyes, and reaches out, lightly touching one of Nouma's hands to get her attention, holding up the treat.
"... Here..."
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Nouma turned her head towards the direction she felt a touch. Forgetting for a second, that she was taller than a majority of the tarnished. Looking down to see little Perona.
"Hello there sweety"
She greet the young girl with a gentle voice. Kneeling down a bit. Her gaze moving down to the custard Perona is offering.
"For me? Such a yummy pastry you made Perona~"
Taking the custard. Smells delicious. Perona must've worked hard to get the custard this perfect. Taking a small bite. Oh boy Nouma was not expect how yummy it was. Ever rarely having the opportunity to have pastries. Resulting in the draconian have a smile
"Such a yummy pastry!"
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