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Zenix paced back and forth, worry evident in his face as his mask failed to hide his pinched brows and tense eyes. Garroth stared at him, silent and unable to ease his concerns.
“Ever since the lord passed away, the people have been going crazy. We have no resources, no relations with other villages and no leadership. Not to mention the fact that our security is failing.” Said Zenix, shrugging his arms in desperation. His frustration was morphing into anger. “I mean, you and I still do our jobs, but Dale is unreliable, especially since he’s started drinking again-”
“Zenix, calm down. I have a plan.” Though this was partially true, Garroth felt almost as lost as his apprentice. However, a noise struck through his worry- a branch snapping beneath the weight of something within the forest.
“Did you hear that?” Zenix asked, hand tensing on his sheathed blade.
“It was likely an animal, don't panic. Come, Zenix, we have a village to protect.” Garroth began walking away, pace just faster than the boy behind him, intending to clear his mind as he completed his duties as head guard.
Movement caught Garroth’s eye as something entered his peripheral vision, this time definitely not an animal. A woman was standing on the edge of Phoenix Drop, looking around and talking to herself as she took in the sights. She was unarmed- in truth, she looked as if she had no possessions but the clothes on her back- so Garroth remained passive as she strolled into the village. Now was not the time to worry about strangers visiting; an increase in numbers was always welcome.
Garroth watched as Zenix strolled over to greet her, and the woman walked to the library to take residence. He caught the tail end of her conversation with Emmalyn, learning her name was Aphmau. Strange, but no stranger than the disappearances of lords lately. He decided that should she want to stay here, Garroth would welcome her and treat her as any other, though deep down he dreaded becoming lord of a village, just as his father had wanted him to be. But he couldn’t worry about that. His people needed him, and Garroth was lost if he could not serve them.
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Garroth sat on the plush dining chair, looking through the window at the village and the improvements made in such a short time- the larger farms, the plaza and docks that welcome merchants, the expanded houses and blooming romances- all caused by the girl next to him. Said girl let out a wince as she held a cold, damp cloth to the back of her head.
“Are you sure you want to stay, Garroth? I know how busy you get taking care of all of us, and I know a concussion means I should be monitored, but I should honestly be okay, and I have Thorgi to watch over me, and he can get help if I need it, so-”
“No, I will stay.” Said Garroth, interrupting her rambling. “Besides, I was the one to send you to the Lord’s house by yourself; it's my fault you got hurt. The least I can do is watch over you, Lord Aphmau.”
“Thank you... I guess I’m still not used to being called that, huh?” Aphmau’s eyes seemed to glaze over as she became lost in thought, staring out the kitchen window. “Oh, Irene, I’m such a poor host! Can I get you some tea or a drink?”
“My Lord, you were just knocked unconscious by an unknown assailant. Please, let me.”
Garroth stumbled around her kitchen, unused to being there and feeling slightly awkward for being so casual in his Lord’s house. Though he had come to know her well enough to know that once she set her mind on something, she was determined to do so, meaning making tea was more a way of getting her to sit down and rest than anything indulgent.
As the kettle boiled, he couldn’t help stealing glances at her as she rested in the booth seat by the window, one hand on her chin and one holding the cloth to the back of her head. The setting sun seemed to shine through her eyes and reflect an amber colour so beyond what Garroth could find in nature, as though her beauty went beyond the imagination.
Thorgi bumped his leg, pulling his gaze to the pup at his leg, who began to not so subtly beg for food. “What time does Thorgi usually get fed? Is it fine to give him a bowl now?”
Aphmau seemed to snap back to reality at that, almost forgetting Garroth in the simple domesticity of it all. “Oh yeah, now it should be fine to feed him. I’m not the best at keeping to a schedule since I tend to get pretty sidetracked, especially with all the Lord stuff…” Aphmau laughed awkwardly, bringing her hands to her lap and staring at them, as though the dirt under her fingernails was the most interesting part of her day.
“Are you feeling overwhelmed? I know this is new to you, and I can try to take on some duties if you are struggling, Lady Aphmau.” Garroth’s brow creased beneath his helm.
“Oh no! I’m okay. Besides, I know how much you already do. In fact, I was going to ask you if there is more I could be doing as Lord. I know you filled in before I came here, and well… I just want to do a good job.” Aphmau’s shoulders seemed to fold in on themselves as her hair came in front of her face, blocking the light from entering her eyes and dimming them. Garroth didn’t like the sight.
“Please, Lady Aphmau, you have done so much to help Pheonix Drop that I could never do and-” Garroth was cut off by a high-pitched whistle echoing through the kitchen. Steam rose and heated his helm as he poured one cup of tea and brought it over, willing all his muscles not to spill any and embarrass himself in front of his lady.
The tea lay untouched in front of them for a moment as Garroth moved to sit beside Aphmau, legs almost touching as they gathered around the small table. Neither knew how to break the silence, though tea was a good medium for confessions.
“I know.. I just… I don’t know. All I see is a village so close to prosperity, and it seems every time I try to improve it, something else happens that sets us back. I don’t know what to do, but I trust you, Garroth. You are my head guard.” Aphmau turned her head to the man, giving him a shy smile through her eyelashes.
Garroth couldn’t help but stare, as her eyes seemed to once again capture the remaining daylight within them.
“Thank you, Lady Aphmau.”
“C’mon, you know you don’t have to call me that when you’re off duty, Garroth.”
“...Am I off duty, my Lord?”
“Oh! Well, sorry to assume… I mean, you can if you want to be. It’s just us here, Garroth, and I don’t want to pressure you… But, I mean, if you want to, we can just be here as friends?”
Every muscle in his body seemed to tense. As friends? Garroth blinked, watching as Aphmau seemed to retreat slightly at his hesitation.
“I-I wouldn’t mind that, my lady.” Stuttered Garroth after an awkward pause.
“Then just call me Aphmau, Garroth.”
“Of course, Lady Aphmau.”
Aphmau giggled at his response, which stirred some unknown and long-forgotten feeling in Garroth’s chest.
Darkness rose from the horizon as the two continued to chat, and Aphmau’s cup began to drain, though she never once questioned why Garroth didn’t remove his helm to drink his own cup. Garroth could see her eyes begin to flutter closed and urged her to bed, bringing a spare chair to her bedside to keep watch through the night. Garroth passed the time watching as her eyelashes tickled her skin and smiling at every little snore she made, before seeming to catch himself and return to his blank demeanour. It was inappropriate to feel like this, and he wasn’t going to let it impact his duties as her protector and Head Guard.
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Garroth waved at his Lord as she sailed away on her, admittedly very crude, boat, though he dared not say that to her face. He continued to stare as she sailed beyond the horizon to Bright Port and worried for her safety, as her only company was Vischer’s corpse, which lay not 5 feet next to her in a crate. Though he knew he could not spare any guard to go with her, he longed to be by her side.
The strength of these feelings surprised him; it had been so long since he had this desire to be by someone's side. Since he cared this quickly and deeply for another. A small yip sounded next to his feet as Thorgi tilted his head to stare at him.
Right, he was dog-sitting. While not opposed to dogs exactly, the loud and energetic pup was certainly a different companion to Raven, who often preferred to just spend his time near Garroth, rather than directly on top of him, which Thorgi seemed determined to do.
Garroth continued his rounds, though now with Thorgi by his side, pausing every so often to throw another stick or nod at someone on their way home. The setting sun was deceptively peaceful despite the recent murder in the town, though this only reinforced his decision to keep it from the villagers so as not to incite panic. They didn’t need that right now. Garroth could handle the burden of it for them; it was his duty.
Garroth heard Thorgi’s stomach begin to growl, so he handed off patrol to Dale and began the hike back to his Lord’s home. Her house, while small, looked stately upon the hill. The location was something worthy of a Lord. Though this made Garroth pause. Aphmau didn’t wear the high-quality clothes, or jewels, or symbols of wealth that other Lords wore. Would Aphmau like to wear things like that? Should he offer some to her? Would that be something required of him as Head Guard? Or… as a friend?
Garroth unlocked her front door, watching as Thorgi bolted inside straight to his food bowl. Despite his excited behaviour, Thorgi sat patiently at his bowl as Garroth prepared his dinner. At least the pup had some manners…
Looking around, Garroth saw that her house was sparsely furnished. Did she like it this way? Or did she just not have enough time to decorate the walls? Garroth thought about getting her a housewarming gift, as a belated ‘welcome to the village’ present, though he became stuck on what to get her. Weeks of knowing her, and he felt as though he did not truly know her. Her favourite colour was purple. She liked dogs. She is not the greatest carpenter. She liked… Garroth?
Garroth felt his face heat as he replayed his last thought. Of course, she didn’t like him romantically, at least he didn’t think so, not like he did.
…Did he like her romantically?
Aphmau said she liked having tea with him, but didn’t everyone say that to be polite?
Garroth didn’t realise he had sat down on her couch until he felt the weight of Thorgi on top of him.
“Come on, boy, hop off. We're sleeping in the guard’s tower tonight.”
Garroth tried to gently nudge Thorgi off his lap, though despite his protests, the dog didn’t budge. In fact, he seemed to grow even more fluid. If he moved, would he be a bad pet sitter? What if Thorgi only slept well at home? What if he took Thorgi to the guard tower, and he didn’t sleep, and his lady noticed? Would she be mad?
Garroth grew still underneath Thorgi, who took it as a sign that it was, in fact, bedtime. Technically, his lady had asked him to house sit, rather than just dog sit, so should he stay here tonight? Aphmau’s house held a bare but cozy atmosphere, at least when compared to the cold and lonely guard tower, which seduced Garroth into a tired haze. His eyes began to droop, and his head fell to the back of the couch as he absently stroked Thorgi’s fur.
One night wouldn’t hurt, and his lady wouldn’t mind, right?
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Aphmau panted as she stormed through her village, her movements wild and panicked, though her grip was gentle on the healing potion gifted by Lord Burt. Throwing open the door, she caught sight of her protector prone on the bloodstained bedsheets, eyes closed and breathing shallow. It had been 2 days of Garroth fading from the arrow wound in his chest, despite Kiki's best efforts to heal him.
Aphmau took her place at his bedside, kneeling and giving his hand a quick squeeze, before opening the potion bottle and gently tipping it into Garroth’s mouth, taking care not to spill a drop. Aphmau stared unblinking for what felt like an eternity as Garroth’s breath slowly evened out and his eyelids fluttered open. Garroth seemed to be able to supernaturally determine Aphmau’s position, as he immediately turned his gaze to her at his bedside, watching as tears streaked her cheeks.
“Are… you okay, my lady?” Garroth spoke softly, as though the very act was both painful and compelled from him.
Aphmau laughed through her tears. “I’m alright, Garroth. Everything is going to be okay now.”
Garroth’s last image before he closed his eyes was his lady’s smile blessed onto himself.
Opening his eyes, an unknown time later, he found himself in significantly less pain than before. Bringing his hand to his bandages, he found they lacked the sticky and warm texture of blood, and underneath was only tight skin, which pulled awkwardly as he sat up.
His head turned to the door as he saw his lady walk in.
“Garroth! You’re awake!” Exclaimed Aphmau as she walked to his bedside. “How do you feel? You know you scared us all half to death when we found you lying there.”
“I’m sorry, my lady, I should have been faster to dodge, and then we wouldn’t have-”
“No, Garroth, that’s not what I meant. Just that we all care for you and were worried for you.” A small smile cracked across her face, “I was lost without my guard, y’know?”
“My apologies, Lord Aphmau, I’m feeling much better and will return-” He was cut off by a wince as he pulled on the injury in his haste to get out of bed.
“Lie back down, Garroth. Dale has been taking good care of us. Please, just rest. Let me check on your wound.” Aphmau placed one hand on his chest and one on his back, using them to slowly guide him back down to a resting position. Garroth was glad for that. They had been one guard down ever since Zenix had betrayed them... Garroth's injury had only left the village more vulnerable.
Carefully, she peeled back the bandages, assessing the state of the injury. Garroth felt his eyes go wide at the intimacy of the gesture.
“Wow, the potion Lord Burt gave us really did wonders. It looks like it's fully healed, though I imagine it would be sore for a while.” Aphmau kept her eyes trained on his abdomen, something Garroth was thankful for as he did not think he could take direct eye contact right now.
As if sensing his thoughts, Aphmau lifted her gaze, peering at him beneath the helm. “How do you feel?”
“I- uh.. I feel fine, my Lord. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“You have done the same for me, Garroth.” Aphmau felt at peace by Garroth’s side, something she had not felt this past week.
“Oh! Before I forget, Kiki said we have to work on stretching and using your muscles again!” Aphmau’s hands drifted back to Garroth’s torso as she slowly massaged the muscles there. “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”
Garroth was in a stunned silence. When had anyone done this for him? “My Lord, please, I am alright, you needn’t concern yourself. I- I can do that myself.”
“Its okay! Kiki taught me the proper way to do it! She said she’d do it herself, but one of her hamsters is sick, and she needs to look after him.”
“My Lord…” Garroth stuttered, feeling every muscle tense, “I-it is not appropriate for a Lord to do this for their guard…”
“Well, you took care of me. Besides…” Aphmau seemed to trail off as realisation fell onto her. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Garroth? I’m sorry, I know I’m your Lord, and I don’t want to force you to do anything, and I can go and see if Kiki can maybe come and-”
“No! No, it's okay. Not many Lords would do this for their guards, I suppose. But I’m alright if it's you, my Lady.” Garroth reached one hand to rest on her shoulder, preventing her from standing.
“Well, I care about you. And you’re more than my guard, Garroth. You’re my friend.” Aphmau brought her hand up to rest on Garroth’s, locking them together.
Over the coming days, Garroth saw a huge improvement in his mobility under Aphmau’s care. Though he was not cleared to return to his duties, Kiki had permitted him to go for short walks. Garroth was excited, as he had seen naught but the inside of the house for what felt like eternity. Even more so, knowing that his Lord was accompanying him.
“Why don’t we walk up to my house? I know Thorgi misses you, and I live nearby, so you could have a rest once we get there.” Suggested Aphmau, grabbing Garroth’s arm and helping him walk to the door.
“I do not mind, my lady. Wherever you want to go, I will follow.” Garroth smiled. “And don’t tell Thorgi, but I miss him too.”
“I knew it!” Aphmau had not laughed this much in ages. Not when Brenden was shot, not when Vischer was killed, not when she sat helplessly by Garroth’s bedside. But now that he was with her again, it was as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, the burden now resting between the two of them.
Garroth stumbled over a loose stone, falling slightly onto Aphmau, who held up his weight before he could right himself.
“This is humiliating,” Garroth grumbled.
“No, it’s not! If anything, it shows how strong you are. Everyone knows what happened, and seeing you moving again so soon and getting better? It's inspiring, Garroth.”
“I just don’t like you seeing me like this- don’t like anyone seeing me like this. This has felt more like a blow to my pride than one to my body.”
“I know, but I would never think less of you, Garroth.” The conversation paused as Aphmau opened her front door and walked Garroth to her couch to rest.
Silence grew in the small house, though neither could determine if the silence was welcome or awkward.
Aphmau took a seat next to Garroth, their legs touching.
Finally, Aphmau broke the silence. “You don’t have to worry about what others think of you here, Garroth. No lords, or guards or people who need you. It's just us.”
Somehow, she could tell he held the same smile on his face behind his helm that now stretched across her face.
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Garroth had begun spending more time at Aphmau’s house- stopping by in the mornings, walking her home at night, bringing little trinkets or items he found at the plaza or Raven had brought him. Slowly, her house was becoming more decorated, and Garroth even had a permanent blanket on her couch- a soft baby blue- for when he stayed late into the evening, the two chatting and asking questions, and most times leading him to spend the night. Both the walk over and subsequent rest on her couch had become both an excuse for and a benefit of his injury rehabilitation, which had almost fully recovered under the careful watch of Aphmau and Kiki.
Though this morning was different. As he reached the crest of the hill, he heard a sharp gasp leave Aphmau’s lips. Drawing his sword and rushing up the last few steps, he was stunned by the sight before him.
Aphmau was cradling a baby in her arms, whispering the name Levin as she read a nametag.
“Lord Aphmau… is-... is that a baby?”
Aphmau craned her head towards him, eyes looking wide and vulnerable, as a reply began to form on her tongue but would not verbalise, choking in her mouth.
“I-... His name is Levin, I found him on my doorstep this morning… I don’t know where he came from…” Her tense expression transformed into a huge grin as she stared at Levin, bringing her fingers up to gently caress his forehead. “He's so precious...”
Garroth let out a wince. In his panic, he had moved too quickly, and now the adrenaline was wearing off, leaving only a sore ache deep in his torso.
“Garroth! Come on, let’s get the two of you inside.” Holding the baby in one arm, Aphmau offered the other to Garroth, allowing him to lean on her as they stumbled inside.
“I am sorry, Lord Aphmau, I did not mean to be a burden.”
“Nonsense, Garroth. You could never be a burden. And hey! What did I say about titles in the house!” Aphmau sent a playful glare his way as the two sat on the couch, baby still cradled in Aphmau’s arms.
“Apologies, Aphmau.”
A peaceful silence enveloped the room as the two gazed into each other's eyes, seemingly hypnotised and unable to break away.
A sharp cry broke the trance, as they jerked away from each other and to the crying boy.
“Is he hurt? Should we get the Doctor? Is he hungry? Should we find someone to take care of him?” Garroth listed his worries in one breath, concern evident.
“We should find Molly; she may have some spare supplies we can use. And… I am going to take care of him.”
“Aphmau, are you sure? This is a big responsibility on top of your duties as Lord.”
“I know Garroth, but… he was left on my door. Plus, look at how sweet he looks! I’m not sure I could give him up now, unless his parents come to find him” Aphmau gazed lovingly at Levin, who was still crying softly.
“Then I will help whenever I can, and search for reports of missing newborns. He is kind of cute, reminds me of someone…” Garroth wandered off into thought.
Aphmau stared at him, wanting to press further before remembering the bundle in her arms. “Would you mind watching Levin while I go ask if Molly has some supplies we can use?”
“Of course. Or I could go for you? I’m not exactly sure what to do…”
“Neither, to be honest,” Aphmau smiled. “But I guess we can figure it out together. I’ll go, you stay here and rest. Bye, Garroth, bye-bye, little Levin. Be good for Gar, okay?”
Garroth watched as she hurried out the door. Gar? It was his first time having a nickname since he was a boy, and he didn’t mind it. Levin had begun playing with his gloves, so Garroth took them off so Levin wouldn’t get hurt on the rough metal plating. Levin acted as if he had discovered something truly fascinating once Garroth’s hands were revealed. Garroth began to understand the appeal of children.
Days had passed with both Garroth and Aphmau raising Levin. Now, Garroth spent most nights on Aphmau’s couch, though the excuse of injury had become less believable, Aphmau had never questioned it and had even offered to fix up a guest bedroom for Garroth. Though Garroth had refused, saying the room should be turned into a better nursery for Levin than the small crib that rested in the corner of Aphmau’s room.
The three had fallen into a domestic bliss. Days had passed with Levin slung around Aphmau’s waist or Garroth’s back as they attended to their duties, though this time accompanied by a very loud and adorable plus one.
Garroth found himself slowly falling into this happy routine, but was rudely shocked out of it when Raven returned with a letter. A mother in Scaleswind has reported her baby boy missing. If it was Levin… he feared their peace would be shattered. The boy he had come to love as his own and the woman he had begun to spend every moment with… Still, if Levin had a family, they had a duty to ensure his safe return.
Garroth’s feet felt lined with lead as he walked the steps to his Lord’s house. The sight of Aphmau’s smile had never before felt daunting.
“Lord Aphmau.”
“Garroth, what did I say about-”
“I’m afraid this is official business, my Lord.”
Aphmau’s brow furrowed as she moved from where she had been playing with Levin. “What’s wrong? Is everyone okay?”
“I have received a letter from Raven. A mother far south of us has reported her baby boy missing. If it is Levin…”
“...Then we need to return him safely to his family.” Aphmau’s mouth had scrunched into a frown as she realised the situation. Though they had hoped Levin had family, both were selfishly disappointed that they might not be able to keep him. Garroth hated that expression on Aphmau’s face and almost regretted telling her.
“I am sorry, Lord Aphmau. I ask you to please investigate this to determine if the child missing is Levin.”
“Very well. I will leave tomorrow morning.”
“Of course.”
That night, Garroth had pulled one of his many owed favours from Dale to take over his patrol for the night so that he could spend it with Aphmau and Levin. Aphmau didn’t question it when he showed up at her door that night.
Morning peeked its head over the horizon, and Garroth willed the sun to return to slumber, if only for a few more minutes in the domestic facade. Secretly, Garroth was relieved that he would not be the one to leave, that he could spend more time with Levin. But his heart broke every time he remembered it would not be the three of them together, that it might not be the three of them again. No more nights together on her couch as they watched Levin giggle at his toys, no more walks with a now familiar weight on his back and his lady by his side, no more excuse to spend time together.
“Lord Aphmau. I have some supplies set aside for your journey in a chest. And… I have something for you.”
The almost shy disposition was unknown on Garroth, and Aphmau was both intrigued and concerned at his hesitation.
“Aphmau… this is my mother’s wedding ring. I know this isn’t a… traditional gift, but it has become my good luck charm. Would you do me the honour of taking it with you? You need not wear it, but I would feel more at ease knowing you have it. It doesn't have to mean anything, unless you would like it to...” Said Garroth softly, hope blooming in his chest.
“Garroth I-... I will take it with me, but… I’m sorry. I can't return your feelings, not with everything going on right now. I haven't even thought about things like that... But thank you, I will treasure it.” Aphmau smiled softly at him before unclasping her necklace, a simple gold chain, and sliding the ring on before tucking it under her shirt. It lay next to her heart, a detail which was not unnoticed by both parties.
Garroth felt something small shatter in his chest. While he knew, deep down, his feelings would not be returned, his recent closeness with his lady had given him hope. Garroth gave her a small smile, nonetheless.
"I will await your return. Be safe, my Lord."
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Meteli was homely in its simplicity; the style of buildings reminded Aphmau of Pheonix Drop, though the population was far greater than home. The surrounding swamp made the air sticky and humid, causing her hair to stick to her forehead and her skin to get uncomfortably moist. Tying her boat to the dock, Aphmau disembarked and began to wander the streets hopelessly. Where on Earth would she find a shaman? Threats from the crazy cat lady echoed in her mind, and she felt a guilty responsibility to the poor cat, who was now three times as large as normal. Aphmau hoped she would finish this quickly so she could continue on her journey to Scaleswind. Levin was waiting for her at home.
Aphmau was looking for a guard to ask for directions when bright red hair caught her eye. It framed a handsome face in loose curls, showcasing his piercing green eyes. The man wielded a matching emerald sword and shield.
As she walked over, she caught the man’s eye, who then proceeded to look her up and down, tracing the lines of her outfit.
“Oh my… It’s not every day a maiden as breathtaking as you visits Meteli, my lady. Your beauty has stolen my very breath, though I would never breathe again if it meant staying by your side.”
Aphmau froze, stunned. Was this guy serious? He only just met her and is writing sonnets about her? “Whoa. Calm down casanova, maybe you should save some of that breath for your brain, at the moment it’s only travelling downstairs.” Aphmau replied, incredulous but impressed at his audacity.
The stranger smirked. “Of course, where are my manners, my lady. My name is Laurance, I am the head guard of Meteli, and I would be happy to escort you around town. Perhaps to a candlelight dinner?”
Geez, this guy did not know when to give up. “Thank you, but I think I’ll pass.”
“Oh, you wound me, angel. What can I do for you?”
“I am looking to speak with your lord.”
The man seemed taken aback, as though this was the last response he was expecting.
“I am afraid our lord is… murdered. He was shot with an arrow right in front of me…” Laurance mumbled.
“I am sorry for your loss." Aphmau wished she could give him the courtesy of time, though it was not something she could afford to lose. "I am looking for a Shaman. I was told there was one in Meteli.”
“A shaman? Oh… Yes, I suppose Meteli does have a shaman, though I am unaware of where he is currently. There are two people competing for the position of lord: Hayden and Kenmur. They may have more information for you.”
“Thank you for your help, Laurance,” Aphmau replied, genuine. Though her opinion on the guard quickly dropped again at his reply.
“Of course, my lady. Feel free to come find me for anything else you need. I am always happy to gaze into your gorgeous eyes and whisper sweet nothings, angel.”
Laurance clearly was something special; he might be the first guy Aphmau would punch in the face.
“I truly and sincerely hope that never happens, Laurance. But thank you.”
Laurance smiled at her as he waved her off. Stupid Laurance and his stupidly charming smile.
Unfortunately, Aphmau had no luck with the lord candidates. Both knew of him- apparently, he was a regular menace to the village and obsessed with chickens- though they knew not his location. Aphmau was prepared to search herself, armed with the vague direction of north, when she caught the glaring sun straight in her eyes. It had begun to set, and crickets and other bugs of the night had begun to sing in the swamps.
“Any luck, my lady?” Came a voice from her left. Turning, she was met with the same blazing red hair.
“No, unfortunately. Though I got the impression they were glad not to have seen him recently, given his previous actions.”
“Ah, well, that’s Castor for you. Knows how to annoy people even better than I do.”
“Castor?” Aphmau questioned. None of the others had mentioned a name.
“Oh, that’s his name. He and I are old friends, though I have not seen him lately. Say, do you have anywhere to stay for the night?”
Aphmau thought for a moment before replying, “I have a tent back on my boat that I can set up for the night, that is, if I am welcome to camp here.”
“Unfortunately, I cannot give that permission to you and would have to consult Hayden and Kenmur. Though I highly advise against camping; theres lots of nasty bugs and creatures at night, and the area is prone to flooding. Or at the very least, muddy ground. If you’d like, I have a spare room in my house you are welcome to.”
Aphmau considered it sceptically. “Thank you for the offer, but I don’t exactly want to fight you in the night because you got the wrong idea.”
The flirtatious man seemed shocked, as if the thought had not crossed his mind. “My lady! I would never. On my honour as a guard, I will not do anything you do not ask for. That’s not who I am. The flirtation is only playful, though if you insisted, I could be persuaded to charm you for real.” Laurance winked, and any respect Aphmau had garnered for the man disappeared in an instant.
How it happened was beyond her, but Laurance had grown on her, and her trust in his honour as a guard- perhaps because of her trust for Garroth- meant that she ended up agreeing to stay the night.
Once the moon had risen, it was like Laurance became a different person, like the mask he wore in front of others had slipped once he was in the comfort of his own home. Aphmau found herself having a genuine and serious conversation with him regarding the future of Meteli, and Aphmau, who had mentioned she was a Lord, discussed what she would want if she could no longer be Lord of Pheonix Drop.
While she was aware of the danger of being Lord- Garroth had warned her several times- she had never fully considered what would happen in her absence. What would become of Phoenix Drop if she were no longer there? What would happen to Garroth? Aphmau felt herself absent-mindedly rub Garroth’s ring between her pointer and thumb, the metal still warm from where it had been resting against her skin.
The conversation did not remain so heavy, though, as the two had drifted into talking about travel, pets, and cookies of all things.
“All I’m saying, my lady, is that thin cookies are objectively better! They are crispier, and the crunch gives a satisfying contrast to the chocolate chips.”
“Laurance, you have never been more wrong about something. Thick cookies are so much better! They are chewy and cakey, and the chocolate gets all melty and yummy.”
“I’m sorry to say this, Aphmau. But that sounds horrendous. I would rather eat raw cookie dough.”
“I love raw cookie dough!”
It felt as though all animosity and pretences of being someone had vanished, and all that was left was Aphmau and Laurance as themselves. Aphmau felt warm and safe in his presence and could see why he was the head guard. Laurance, once you got past his flirting, was a genuine and caring guy.
When the sun rose the next morning, and Aphmau had to leave, she was surprised at how upset she felt. If the fates allowed, she hoped they would meet again. But right now, both had duties to uphold and people they protected, so Aphmau went north to find the shaman, and Laurance returned to his post as Meteli’s noble protector.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
The stone was cool underneath her, and the bars of her cell were a daunting sight. Aphmau could hear her dogs playing in the cell next to her, though she could not see them. She had finally left Metelli, only to be dragged into an ongoing investigation and then subsequently arrested.
Aphmau felt lost. She had no plan for proving her innocence. All her detective work felt futile as it had not uncovered a culprit but only served to make her a suspect.
Footsteps approached her cell, and a guard with dark armour and blue detailing pulled out the key to her cell.
“You are free to go, my lady. Two people have cleared your name and provided an alibi. You can collect your dogs from the cell next door. We apologise for the mix-up.”
Just like that? She was freed in the same haste as she was arrested, though she had no time to question it as she opened the door and was promptly covered in dogs and bathed in incessant licks and kisses.
“Guys, c’mon!” Aphmau giggled, trying to hold herself up under their relentless attack. “Aww, I missed you guys too!”
“Did you miss me, Angel?” Called a voice from behind her.
Turning around, Aphmau let out a huge grin as she was met with blazing orange and the mellow steel of her head guard.
“Laurance! Garroth!” Aphmau practically skipped over to meet the two. She had never been so overjoyed and excited to see the two. Laurance felt his chest warm at the smile beaming at him, though it tightened slightly when he noticed how long Aphmau seemed to hold Garroth’s gaze.
“My love, I am pleased to see you free from your cell; one should not cage a dove as lovely as thee.” Laurance seemed determined to act even more dramatically, now that he had an audience who watched his every move.
Garroth did not take his eyes off the man. He had never met the man next to him, and yet he acted so familiar and romantic towards his lady. Garroth could not squash the overwhelming feeling of wrong he felt when he heard the man speak to his Lord.
“Uh-huh, sure, Laurance. But thank you for clearing my name.”
“Of course, my lady. You had a solid alibi. You spent the night with me after all.” Laurance winked, and Aphmau scoffed playfully.
…What? Aphmau had spent the night with this man?
“I’m afraid I must leave, my lady. The responsibilities of a head guard never cease. It was lovely to meet you, Garroth. Perhaps next time you’ll take your helm off, and we can get to know each other more personally.” Laurance winked at the man and walked off, exaggerating the sway of his hips like a bird performing for his mate.
Garroth was stunned. Did Laurance just flirt with him? Garroth had no response but to blink stupidly and stare as he sauntered his way out of the guard tower.
“Ignore him, Garroth; he’s like that with everyone.” Aphmau rolled her eyes and turned fully toward her guard, though her smile had never left her face. “Garroth…”
“My lady.” In sync, both Garroth and Aphmau took a step forward and wrapped their arms around each other for a short second.
“I missed you, Garroth. Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, my Lord. I had sent Raven to update you on Phoenix Drop when he saw you placed in handcuffs and came rushing back to me. I’m just glad I got here in time, and Laurance was able to clear your name.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
If Garroth could, he’d etch the image of her smiling behind his eyelids so he could stare at it whenever he closed his eyes.
“Always, my lady. But may I ask… What is with Laurence calling you his ‘love’? I did not realise you were so close to him as to spend the night with him… Shall I have a few words with him?”
“Ah. Laurance is a very persistent flirt, but he is kind. He offered me a place to stay overnight, seeing as it wasn’t the best area to camp. He is very nice to talk to once you get to know him.”
“I see..." Garroth sighed, reluctant to part. "I’m afraid I must get going as well. Everyone back home is doing fine. Levin is growing up well… He misses you. Safe travels, Lady Aphmau.”
Aphmau gave him a sad smile. “Get home safe, Garroth. I will see you when I return.”
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
The Wyvern dimension had an unnatural stillness to it that was unnoticeable at first, but gradually wore you down until you had this overwhelming feeling of wrong. There was no breeze, there were no bugs that moved or made sound, the only sound Aphmau had heard was her own breathing and the thwak of her axe against the trees. Even her footsteps felt unnaturally muffled under the soft purple grass. That was until she spoke with the wyverns, their booming voices filling the chasmic void.
Needless to say, the moment she stepped back into the overworld, it was as if her senses overwhelmed her. Noise and movement were all around her, and it was guided only by the chaotic energy of life.
Aphmau turned to the old man in front of her, and the intense feeling of wrongness rose up in her chest again. She did not trust him, though she could not place why. The wood was bundled across her back, and she stepped back away from his grasp.
Her instincts were proven right when his facade fell, morphing into Zenix, and he thrust his sword at her. Aphmau tried to reason with him, but her compassion and hesitation only made her an easier target.
Their blades struck one another harshly, and Aphmau remained only defensive. Ultimately, her once-friendship with Zenix had caused her downfall, as he got a lucky hit and struck her head with the hilt of his blade.
Darkness filled her vision, and the world rose up to meet her as she fell. A hand grasped her ankle, and she could feel her hair drag behind her as she was pulled along the ground.
In her unconsciousness, she heard a voice calling to her. It was Garroth.
He stood in her kitchen, baking. His helm was removed, but it was as though a supernatural fog had clouded his features, leaving him unrecognisable. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted to her position as she sat at the table, leg touching someone. Next to her was Laurance, mouth contorted into a smirk. Her head felt foggy, as if she had not slept in days. A blur followed her eyes, and she watched as Laurance’s mouth moved, but no sound could be heard.
Garroth placed a plate in front of them. On it were four cookies. Two were thin and a deep golden brown, with speckles of chocolate. The other two were thicker and much lighter in colour, with larger pieces of chocolate that were still melted when she picked them up. They were warm and soft from the oven, but Aphmau found she suddenly could not take a bite. Laurance looked at her concerned, and Garroth put his hand to her forehead. Was she sick? Aphmau couldn’t tell.
She could only stare at the scene, which was both foreign and familiar. She could feel herself falling back into the couch, sinking into an abyss that had opened behind her, as both Garroth and Laurance tried and failed to grab hold of her. Aphmau reached back, but the domestic dream she had stumbled upon was too far out of her reach. She felt adrift in an ocean of black with lights swirling into patterns. It was like she was falling in the night sky itself, but she could feel the ground form beneath her. She would hit it soon.
Opening her eyes, she was met with the concerned face of Kawaii~Chan, who was holding a glass of water for her.
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
Walking into the mine, Aphmau could feel the air become cold and quiet as the sounds from the plaza faded into a muffled noise.
Outside, debris littered the streets after Zenix’s attack, and anxiety had clung to those who witnessed it. Aphmau hesitated at the thought of Zenix. The guard that she had trusted with her life… How he could do such a thing to what was once his home and his people was beyond her. Buildings were destroyed, and people were hurt, though luckily no one died.
Deeper in the mine, Aphmau rounded the corner to find a passage lit dimly by torches, with a blond man standing in the centre. Though his face was unknown to her, she recognised the armour immediately.
“Garroth?”
The man jumped at the sound of her voice. He seemed so much more vulnerable like this.
“Don’t look at me, Lady Aphmau.”
“Garroth… Your helm…”
“I lost it in the fight. I lost-… I lost. I’m so sorry, Lady Aphmau.” Garroth’s voice cracked as his eyes scrunched, though he turned away quickly.
“What? No, Garroth… Levin is safe, you’re safe, no one is hurt. The village is damaged, but it’s nothing we can’t rebuild.” Aphmau tried to reach for him, but he pulled back, still avoiding her gaze. “Garroth… Look at me, please.”
Despite the shame filling every inch of his being, Garroth could not resist the sweet plea of his lord. “I never wanted you to see me like this.”
“Garroth, there’s no shame in weakness. Irene knows I’ve cried in front of you more times than I can count. I’ve relied on you so many times… rely on me.”
“...You don’t care about seeing my face?”
Aphmau felt her cheeks heat. “Ah! No, it’s not that! I like seeing your face! I mean, you look younger than I thought, but…”
“I’m sorry, I’m not what you thought I’d be.”
“No! Garroth, that’s not it. You’re just very… handsome.”
Garroth turned pink. Was it wrong of him to feel vain at that statement? It was unbefitting of a guard, but… His lady thought he was handsome?
“I-Uh. Thank you, my lady.”
Both turned away in an instant, faces just as red as the other. Suddenly, Garroth turned back to Aphmau.
“Lady Aphmau, did you find Levin’s mother?”
“I did.”
Garroth felt more of his soul shatter. “Then we must-”
“No. She asked me to take care of him. She is being held prisoner and worries that she will only cause Levin to be in more danger.”
Relief had never felt so dirty to Garroth. “I see. Then we will continue to care for Levin. She was a noble woman to make that sacrifice.”
“She was…” Aphmau trailed off, eyes glazing over in thought. Garroth could see that the exhaustion from her journey was getting to her, but one burning question lingered on his mind.
“My Lady, I know this is a lot, but… I took in Zenix and raised him since he was a child. I need to know, which lord did he… murder?”
Aphmau sucked in a sharp breath, eyes darting to meet Garroth’s. He could see the hesitation behind her eyes.
“Please, Aphmau. I need to know the truth.”
“...It was Phoenix Drop's previous lord. I’m so sorry, Garroth…”
Today had been too much. Too many times had Garroth been shattered and rebuilt with hope, only for another stone to be cast.
“...You should get some rest, my lady. I would like to be alone at the moment. I just… need some time.”
“Of course, Garroth. I need to check in with Laurance and everyone in the village for now, but… If you feel up for it later, you should come over for tea. I’d like the company.”
“Laurance is here?”
“Yes, he accompanied me home. I’ll see you later, Garroth.” Aphmau grabbed his hand in hers, giving a gentle squeeze before turning and parting ways.
Aphmau felt torn. She held love for so many- her guards, her son, her people, Garroth, even Laurance, and it felt as though she was pulled between her duties to all of them. She needed a break.
But Aphmau had no time for self-pity, especially when faced with the sight in front of her.
Laurance had frozen in the middle of the path, face contorted in a mix of terror and shock.
“Sasha?” Creaked Laurance, voice shaking and in a desperate, unbelieving tone that seemed so unlike him.
Aphmau could only catch a glimpse of the retreating woman as she darted at the sight of Laurance.
Laurance felt frozen, unable to move his head or speak or chase after his dead friend.
“Laurance, are you okay?”
“That… was that Sasha?”
“Yes, she just recently moved here. Do you know her?”
“She’s dead…” he whispered, slowly turning his head to face Aphmau with a look of anguish and disbelief. “She’s dead, Aphmau…”
“What? Laurance, are you alright? Look, just stay here, I’ll go look for her, okay?”
Laurance focused on his breathing, trying to take steady breaths. He watched as Aphmau ran off, going into a building, then turning around.
“She’s gone. Laurance, what’s happening? How do you know her?”
Laurance’s breathing began to hasten again. “I- I don’t… I’m sorry, Lord Aphmau, I can’t-...”
“Laurance, it’s okay. Breathe. In and out.” Aphmau placed her hand on his chest, as if she could breathe for him and take all his worries.
Tears pricked Laurance’s eyes. “I’m sorry, my Lady.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Laurance. I have to make sure everyone is okay quickly, but I want you to go to my home and take a moment, okay?”
“What? My lady, I couldn’t-”
“Laurance, please. I need to make sure you’re okay. You welcomed me to your home in Meteli, let me return the favour. And it’ll be a lot easier to talk about it where no one else can hear us, anyway.” Aphmau gave him a small smile, grabbing his shoulders to steady him.
“I-... Do we have to talk about it, angel?”
“Yes, Laurance. And don’t call me that, we’re in public.” Aphmau teased, giving him a smile and lightly punching his shoulder.
“So, you’ll let me call you that in private?” Laurance wiggled his eyebrows at her, and Aphmau giggled.
“If it means you’ll go rest at my house, then sure.”
Laurance hesitated. “Only if you’re sure, my lady.”
Aphmau nodded, saying goodbye and watching Laurance begin the journey up the hill to her house, which, to be honest, had seen better days. Windows were cracked, with one shattered completely, and the door hung crooked in the frame. It seemed Zenix was eager to get inside at all costs.
Aphmau shuddered at the thought. For now, she needed to make sure everyone was okay.
The sun hung lower in the sky as she finally made her way up the hill, though it had not yet set. Opening her door, she saw Laurance curled on her couch in Garroth’s baby blue blanket, mug of tea in hand. He stared at a dent in the wall, lost in thought.
“Knock, knock.”
“Lady Aphmau! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Ah, I hope you don’t mind, but I made some tea. Though it's probably cold by now…” Laurance had spoken the last part under his breath, but Aphmau caught it in the quiet of her home.
“Not a fan? I think I have some other types here somewhere.”
“No! I like it, I just… got lost in thought, I guess.”
Aphmau hummed lowly before turning to the kitchen and heating the kettle again. “Let me make us some more, then we can talk about what's on your mind, okay?”
“...Okay. But I get full nickname privileges, angel.”
Aphmau laughed, “Fine, but only cause it’s just us.”
“Deal.” Laurance felt a grin stretch across his face. Aphmau always had a way of making him smile.
Aphmau grabbed the two new cups of tea and handed one to Laurances, gently taking the old one and placing it in the sink.
Taking a seat next to him, Aphmau opened her mouth to speak, “So-”
She was cut off by the door opening. Garroth stood in the doorway, the orange hues of the sky lighting his face as he glanced to Aphmau, and then to Laurance on the couch.
“Garroth, you came! Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you I invited Laurance over.”
Laurance stared at Garroth’s face. This was what he looked like under the helm? The guard was… handsome. It seemed he had some competition for Aphmau's heart after all.
“Oh. I, uh, I’ll take my leave then, Lord Aphmau.” Garroth spoke hesitantly.
“No, Garroth, please stay. I don’t think any of us wants to be alone right now. And… Levin is downstairs, and the house, and I, just…”
Laurance watched the two lock eyes, neither willing to look away, and so both were forced into a stalemate. Luckily, Laurance was impatient. “It’s okay, I can head off. We can talk tomorrow, Lady Aphmau.”
“No, Laurance! I don’t want you to leave either-”
“Your eyes are red,” interrupted Garroth, taking note of Laurance’s appearance. He looked so small curled up beneath his blanket. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to… I have a habit of blurting things out. Please, stay. Maybe it’s best we both stay here, especially with Zenix still…”
Laurance looked hesitant still. “Are you sure? I mean, your face…”
“If Aphmau trusts you, then I do.”
Laurance felt his chest warm. It was good to feel trusted again- to feel wanted.
Aphmau waved Garroth over and poured him a cup of tea with the remaining hot water. Passing the cup to Garroth, she sat back on the couch, with Garroth having brought over a chair from the dining table.
“Sorry, I don’t have much space,” Aphmau said meekly. “And Laurance, if you are okay with Garroth being here, can we talk about Sasha?”
“Sasha? What about Sasha?” Garroth questioned, having his own suspicions about the woman, but ultimately remaining unaware of the situation. He stopped his questioning at the grimace on the others’ faces.
“She… used to be a guard in Meteli with me. We were friends, along with Castor. She was actually Kenmur’s fiancée, but…” Laurance trailed off.
“But what?” Garroth asked.
“She died,” Replied Laurance. “She died right in front of me.”
Silence filled the room. Neither Aphmau nor Garroth spoke, giving room for Laurance to share on his own.
“She… The three of us were in the nether. Our lord, Joh, was kidnapped by shadow knights. We went into the nether to try and save him, obviously, but… There were so many of them and I-... We-...” Laurance's breath began to quicken again, and Aphmau placed a hand on his knee.
“Take your time, Laurance. Breathe.”
Laurance let out a shaky nod and cleared his throat. “There were a lot of shadow guards. Eventually, we managed to get out of the castle with our lord, but something was pulling Sasha back. We tried to cross the bridge but… It was like a rope was tied around Sasha’s waist, and every time she tried to come closer, she would fall and get dragged back. Castor tried to use his magicks to save her. I tried to carry her, but… There were so many of them, and that thing just kept pulling and pulling on Sasha.
“She kept sliding back, her nails were digging into the ground, and I held her as tight as I could, but she would either slip from my grasp or pull me with her. More were coming, and we had to go… It was so hot. I think that's what I remember most as we got closer and closer to the lava. It was so hot. The nether is merciless. Any sweat or tears would evaporate the moment they were expelled. It was so hot.” Tears had begun to well in Laurance’s eyes, and he pushed the blanket off of him, as if the heat was returning.
“I remember Sasha yelling, and Castor started to stumble because he was dizzy from using his magicks too much. Her voice sounded so dry and so, so desperate. That’s what we were in that moment. Desperate. We kept getting closer and closer and closer to the lava. Then Sasha just looked at me with this hopeless expression. And then she smiled. She looked at me and told me to let go. That we needed to save our lord- save ourselves.
“I just froze, my arm pulling as she was dragged back. I couldn’t let go. Sasha told me she loved me. That it was okay. That I needed to let go. I couldn’t. I stared into that lava, and all I thought was that I was going to burn with her. Then, she clawed at my hand, causing me to let go.
“I looked at my hand, and it was bloody, but I don’t think it was my own blood. Sasha’s nails weren’t very long at that point, so they wouldn’t have scratched deep enough to cut. They had been scraped raw and bloody as she clawed desperately at the netherack to escape the pull. There were these red lines left on the ground. I think at the time I thought they were just scratch marks, but… I think they were trails of blood, left behind from her fingertips. I could hear her body scrape across the ground- the armour made this horrible screeching sound. Once I had let go, it was as if the pull increased tenfold, and she was yanked into the lava by her ankles. I tried to run to her, but Castor grabbed me. We couldn’t stop it, and in her screams, she kept repeating one word. Go.
“We left her behind that day. I had to tell Kenmur. Had to explain to him that someone had pulled her, kicking and screaming and clawing into a lake of lava, which melted the skin from her bones as she slowly sank beneath the surface. I think about that day a lot.”
Garroth was silent. Aphmau raised one hand to her mouth and whispered. “Oh my Irene.”
Soft sobs escaped Laurance’s mouth, and tears had welled up in Aphmau’s eyes. Garroth looked down, distraught.
“That’s horrible… Laurance, I’m so, so sorry.” Aphmau spoke, breaking the silence and reaching out to Laurance. The moment she made contact, Laurance seemed to break and came crashing into her arms, wailing.
“She died. She died, and I couldn’t save her, and I watched her burn right in front of me, Aphmau. She’s dead. She died.” Laurance spoke through sobs, though not much was audible.
Aphmau just held him. Garroth didn’t know what to do. He was never good at dealing with stuff like this. He could barely deal with his own emotions.
Garroth just felt numb. What Laurance went through was horrible, and Garroth just felt numb.
Slowly, Laurance seemed to calm down and sit up, though he kept holding onto Aphmau’s hand, afraid that she, too, would slip from his grasp.
Garroth could see his other hand twitch, as if wanting desperately to grasp something. Garroth got like that when stressed, his hand always itching for the familiar weight of his sword.
Perhaps something else could help? Garroth inched forward before reaching his hand out and grasping Laurance’s.
Laurance’s shaking leg began to still, and his breathing began to calm as he clutched both hands. Laurance opened his eyes and realised how dark it was, and all too soon he felt as if he had overstayed. “Oh shit. Sorry, I didn’t realise how late it was. I should get going.”
Laurance loosened his grip on the hands, though he felt his anxiety increase as they slipped from his grasp and began to stand. Suddenly, both hands tightened, and he was pulled back to the couch. Now, Aphmau and Garroth held the fear of him slipping from their grasp. There was no way Laurance was stable enough to be by himself right now, and, truly, neither were Garroth and Aphmau.
“No! Please, Laurance. Stay the night.” Aphmau smiled sweetly, though she could see that Laurance looked slightly uncomfortable still. “It’s tradition, now, for Garroth and me. When it gets dark, too dark to walk back, he stays the night here.”
“It’s true, Laurance. Please stay here, with Aphmau and me,” Chimed Garroth, trying to get Laurance to stay. He had begun to see him differently. It was like Aphmau said, Laurance was a different man behind closed doors. He seemed more vulnerable, small. Garroth had the urge to protect him, the same urge he felt for Aphmau.
A teasing glint entered Laurance’s eye as he realised what Garroth had said. “Aphmau, huh? That's awfully informal, especially for you, mister Head Guard.”
Garroth felt his face flush at Laurance’s smirk. Just what was he implying?
Aphmau chimed in before Garroth could reply. “Oh! That’s my rule. No titles at home. Just us. I don’t want you guys to feel pressured by any roles or status here. So, it’s just Aphmau, Garroth, and Laurance at home.”
Aphmau’s sweet smile made them both relax.
“Can I still call you angel?”
Garroth turned beet red. “W-what!? You call Lord Aph-”
“‘Aphmau’, Garroth.” Aphmau chided.
“-Aphmau, angel?”
“Of course,” replied Laurance, “have you not seen her? She’s ethereally beautiful.”
Aphmau giggled. Garroth still felt flabbergasted. How was this the same man as ten minutes ago?
“So, one of you gets the guest bedroom, and one can have the couch.” Interrupted Aphmau. “Unless, of course, someone shares a bed. That’d probably be more comfortable than the couch.”
“If you are offering your bed, Aphmau, then I will gladly accept.” Laurance turned all his charisma back to Aphmau. He felt like himself again.
Though before Aphmau could reply, Garroth spoke, “Obviously, she implied that we would share. It would be inappropriate for us to share her bed with her.”
Garroth could not believe his audacity.
Aphmau giggled. “Calm down, Garroth. Laurance is just teasing.”
“Or am I? I could be completely serious right now, angel, and you could’ve broken my heart.”
“Oh no, what a shame. However shall I recover. What will I do.” Aphmau drew out in a monotone voice.
Laurance grinned at the sarcasm. The banter was a welcome change. He had not broken down like that in ages. Not since Sasha… and not to anyone he had known for so little time. There was something about the two that just made him feel… warm. Safe.
The intensity and suddenness had startled Laurance, and he excused himself to the bathroom to be alone for a moment.
Garroth looked at Aphmau. Aphmau looked at Garroth.
Aphmau broke the silence by pulling free her necklace with the ring. “I’ve tried to keep it safe, but the journey has been quite… eventful. I’m sorry if I’ve scratched it. I know how much it means to you.”
“Aphmau, you have returned to me unharmed. If the ring has taken the beating for you, then I welcome the damage with pride.”
“Garroth… We should talk. About us.”
Garroth nodded solemnly. He had dreaded this conversation. Even though he took the cowardly way earlier and had given her the ring just before he left, the anticipation of this moment had made it worse than just talking initially.
“Garroth… Ever since I left, I've been thinking- about us. I really care about you. I like you. But right now… So much has happened. Levin almost got hurt. You have just recovered from your life-threatening injury, only to be thrown into battle with a shadow knight. The world is changing so fast. I don’t know if now is the best time to commit to a relationship.”
Garroth felt a pang of hurt in his chest. “I… Understand. I am sorry to have pushed you.”
“Don’t be. I don’t think I would’ve even thought about this if you hadn’t pushed. I… It may be selfish of me, but… I don’t want to stop this. I don’t want to stop these late-night chats. I don’t want to stop curling up on the couch together. I don’t want to stop raising Levin together. I don’t want to lose this. But I can’t give you everything a relationship would entail. I can’t give you what you deserve, Garroth. I can’t kiss you or hold your hand in public. I can’t always be there. I can’t drop everything for you. I am needed right now, and I have to put being lord first.”
“I would not ask any less of you, Lord Aphmau.” Garroth sounded so soft that it broke Aphmau's heart.
“Garroth…”
“Please, let me finish. I would not expect anything less. I also cannot give you all of me. I have a duty to protect this village, and that is one I will uphold until the day I leave this realm. I can’t give you more attention than others; I can’t hold you and prioritise you. I need to put the people first. But I am selfish too, Aphmau. Despite everything- all my vows and morals- I still come back to you each night to talk about our days. I love Levin, and I was terrified to lose him. I want to help you raise him, too. I don’t want to lose this either. I just… when it’s just us, like this… If something more happens, I would not be against it. Though I know that right now the world is too tense to put a label on us at the moment. I just want you to be happy.”
Aphmau cradled his face in her hands. “I want that, too, Garroth.”
Slowly, she leaned in, kissing his cheek.
Leaning back, Aphmau tucked the ring back under her shirt.
“I would wait decades for you, Aphmau.”