Fia, Deathbed Companion

Greetings, great champion called by grace. I am Fia. Circumstances have compelled my stay at the Roundtable Hold. sideblog of castella the tarnished DNF/I under 20+

[deathblightprince]

@slumbering-in-death

Fia walks out of her chamber, and while one may expect her to be the spitting image of elegance during this fall night, instead she is wearing a baggy set of dark pajamas resembling Goswyn’s dear friends fortisaxx, complete with tail.

“I’m ready, my love.”

Godwyn sat on an armchair, waiting patiently for his lover. He lifted his gaze toward his lover and admired her pajamas with an amused look.

He was also wearing his pajamas, one that looked comically like a funeral shroud. What a lovely couple's costume.

"Thoust make a stunning resemblance, dear." He closed the book he was reading and stood up. They were ready for this lovely fall night.

[slumbering-in-death]

“I’m glad you like it, dear,” she said as she did a little spin to show pff her outfit. Her attempts to move gracefully are significantly dampened by the ridiculous outfit, but she saunters up to him regardless.

“Now then… shall we?”

[slumbering-in-death]

"I love you. I apologize for all this trouble I caused. I'll get better, I promise. Just don't leave... Please."

-Godwyn

(Saw u post and I thought I'd send you angst lol. Hes a pain in the ass and he knows it!)

“…Godwyn, my love, it is not that serious…”

[deathblightprince]

His heart dropped like a stone. He tried to apologize and yet he's burdening her more with his grief.

"I'm burdening you already..." Exhausted, he's already dropped his flowery English. He was deeply hurt by what she said, but she was probably right. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe he was making a fuss out of nothing. He fidgeted with his hands for a moment before speaking again.

"I'm sorry, I shall leave you alone to rest." He turned around, heading for the door. If she intends on catching him, she better hurry.

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia grabbed onto his hand before he got too far from her.

“Telling you that I wouldn’t make my exit was not an order to make yours. It is alright.”

Her voice was soothing and calm as she rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand.

“I will not send you away, that was not my intention.”

[deathblightprince]

Godwyn didn't look at her. His face purposefully obscured from Fia's vision to hide his immediate reaction to her words.

He could feel it. Tears were welling up in his eyes, his lips a fixated frown. He looked towards a window ahead of the couple that viewed the ancient roots and trunk of the Erdtree. His mind went back to the first several months after the news the dire plot had been solved. The hours he spent looking towards the window, being so close to home, yet feeling so far away. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss being Godwyn The Golden at times.

He missed his friends and family, he missed his living in a land that wasn't actively decaying from stagnation, he missed the time when his family was actually happy and somewhat functional. He missed being able to fully trust his family, or anyone he would call his kin.

Alas, he was no longer the Golden Prince. Many of his friends and family are either gone or become something completely different. He can't change history, no matter how many times he wished he could. For now, he must get a hold of himself. He's cried enough tears to create another river in the depths, he doesn't need to make another due to this.

He inhaled, and slowly exhaled. When he was ready, he turned to face Fia. "Then what was thy intention? 'Tis more than clear thou tire of me." He said, frustration in his voice covered the layers of hurt underneath.

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia stared at Godwyn a moment before tightening her grip on his hand ever so slightly.

“I am only tired by the way you keep living in your past. That time is gone, we must look to the future now.”

She pet his hand, unsure if what she said was the right thing to say to him. But over the time she has spent with Godwyn, she learned that being direct and honest with her desires was the best way to get anywhere with him.

It was of course easier for her to say these things, since all her life she was raised to be a sacrifice.

“We are going to do wonderful things together Godwyn. I’ve done so much for you, you know. It is true that some of your mannerisms frustrate me, but that is true of anyone. The difference here is I remain with you despite everything.”

[slumbering-in-death]

"I love you. I apologize for all this trouble I caused. I'll get better, I promise. Just don't leave... Please."

-Godwyn

(Saw u post and I thought I'd send you angst lol. Hes a pain in the ass and he knows it!)

“…Godwyn, my love, it is not that serious…”

[deathblightprince]

His heart dropped like a stone. He tried to apologize and yet he's burdening her more with his grief.

"I'm burdening you already..." Exhausted, he's already dropped his flowery English. He was deeply hurt by what she said, but she was probably right. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe he was making a fuss out of nothing. He fidgeted with his hands for a moment before speaking again.

"I'm sorry, I shall leave you alone to rest." He turned around, heading for the door. If she intends on catching him, she better hurry.

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia grabbed onto his hand before he got too far from her.

“Telling you that I wouldn’t make my exit was not an order to make yours. It is alright.”

Her voice was soothing and calm as she rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand.

“I will not send you away, that was not my intention.”

[slumbering-in-death]

"I love you. I apologize for all this trouble I caused. I'll get better, I promise. Just don't leave... Please."

-Godwyn

(Saw u post and I thought I'd send you angst lol. Hes a pain in the ass and he knows it!)

“…Godwyn, my love, it is not that serious…”

[warriordragonart]

Drawing some Elden Ring NPC portraits because this game will not leave my head atm

[slumbering-in-death]

"Sun is awfully bright, is it not?"

He asked, the hood over his head was pulled back, but he wished he didn't touch it now. Who knew the sun would shine so brightly in the middle of summer? Not Godwyn, the prince who lives underground apparently.

He carried Fia in his arms, allowing her to enjoy the breeze unburdened. He carried her on the way up to the Altus Plateau, he didn't show any sign of wanting to put her down anytime soon.

He remembered these golden fields. They weren't that far from the outer walls of Leyendell. He spent a good portion of his late childhood and early teenage years training, camping, and hunting in this stretch of land. He half expected Fortissax to come swooping down from the heavens to meet him.

Those days are gone. He didn't dwell on it though, a new chapter was ahead.

@deathblightprince (proposal RP :3)

Fia was, for the time being, content with being carried. These golden fields were a ways away from where they emerged from, and this gesture seemed to keep him in a relaxed state.

Godwyn has been agitated since he discovered a dark secret relating to his death, and little brought him comfort these days.

“Indeed. I can scarce see what lies ahead of us…”

Her small white hand shielded her eyes from the sunlight while her robes waved gently in the wind.

She breathed in the fresh air deliberately, somewhat enjoying the vibrancy of life for once. She tried not to let her contentment show, however.

[deathblightprince]

A part of him felt... guilty, for the life he had thrusted her into. Sure, she's the one who brought him back and chose to stay and follow him, but the life they had been living was far from ideal. Cooped up in a large and dark castle while he learns to cope with the truth of his death. His melancholy was overwhelming at times.

But his mood is not the main reason why he's here, he reminds himself. After all this time, both seeing each other at highs and lows, he felt comfortable with tying the knot- something he wouldn't dare do as the Golden Prince.

His former life was so heavily controlled by The Golden Order, his mother, and society as a whole, he wanted whatever little freedoms he could have. Open relationships was one of those freedoms, even if they often had to be done behind closed doors at the dead of night. Despite his mother's pleas to marry someone, he never would do so. Now that he was a free man, able to live and rule as he please, he finally found it right to settle down with someone. Perhaps now with the world as his oyster, he needed just one anchor to hang onto during this new journey.

He notices her using her hand to shield the sun's rays from her face. Even with her hood on, she was blinded by the light, just like him. Man, have they been down there too long?

He makes his way towards a tree. "Perhaps we can sit in the shade and let our eyes adjust, yes?" He swears he's probably sat by these tree before. Maybe if he looks more closely at the bark he'll see the scuff marks left by his armo-

Focus, Godwyn, focus. He carefully lowers Fia and himself to the cool earth beneath the tree. Leaning back against the trunk, he takes a free hand and rubs his eyes. He would blink away the shadows of light burned into his eyes. "I don't believe I remember summers being this bright."

[slumbering-in-death]

As for Fia, she was raised her whole life believing she was only good for one singular purpose: sacrifice.

A noble thing, they said, being a deathbed companion, giving life to those that died. And so it was, but where she once failed, she now finally fulfilled this purpose of hers.

And yet.

Now she and Godwyn rest under the shade of a tree with golden boughs, turning that blinding light into a soft glow dappled by the shade of the gently rustling leaves.

A charming place, she thought as she sat beside him, stretching her legs out. It had been some time since she could really just… relax.

She remained unaware of Godwyn’s truest intentions, but she couldn’t help but suspect that she wasn’t just brought out here on a walk.

“Bright summers aren’t so common where I’m from, beyond the fog. A rather dreary place it was… cold and wanting.”

She fusses with some grass.

“I enjoy the warmth of this place. It reminds me… that despite everything…”

She looks up at Godwyn, the faintest smile painted on her lips.

“That I live.”

[deathblightprince]

Ooh, he hopes she didn't feel the ringbox in his pocket when she relaxed her legs. The suprise may be in jeopardy if she gets suspicious.

"Our home in the depths must feel very familiar to thy birthplace, yes?" He jested lightly. He looks towards the walls of Leyendell that stood tall and might from a distance. It's walls were opposing to all who stood against what it stood for, yet beckoned anyone who was deemed worthy to enter its protective embrace. "I was raised here, yet I remember naught of how I dealt with summers. Perhaps I was more concerned about winter."

He hated the winter, during the dead of winter one could say the Altus Plateau looked more akin the the mountain tops of the giants. It snowed often and plenty of the blizzards came from the mountains. It just served as a constant reminder of how close the montains are, and the burning chalice that could light the Erdtree on fire at any moment. He had to keep Leyendell running through those winter seasons. He doesn't remember that same stress in the summers, not ever.

He smiled back at her. If only she knew how her smile could light a flame inside him.

"Whatever Gods is watching us, it clearly wished for thee to succeed beyond thy wildest dreams." He looked into her icy blue eyes. Something he would have never seen as the Golden Prince, being surrounded by all who were blessed by Grace. "The call of Grace is a fickle thing, but it has brought thee to me." He gently brushes the side of her face, pushing her hood and hair back. She used to be so cold whenever he would touch her at first, bedridden and unable to care for herself. She was now warm to the touch, one could say her cheeks were even rosey.

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia rested with Godwyn a moment, enjoying the warmth of the day. But soon, the silence began getting to her.

She shifted herself to look up at Godwyn, and she could see that he seemed a little nervous about something.

“Godwyn. You know you can speak to me of anything, yes? What is on your mind?”

Fia placed a gentle hand on his, rubbing her thumb on the back of his. She was never one to be transparent herself, but she tried. She hoped Godwyn would share her recent efforts.

[deathblightprince]

Shit, it looks like the jig is up. Hopefully she just thinks he’s soggy right now and trying a new tactic to find comfort. 

He already found a great comfort in feeling her gentle touch and rub. It helped eased some of the oncoming anxiety about what he was going to ask her. 

“Fia, doth thou mind standing up for me, so I can see thou better?” Odd question. He’s never made himself known to have vision problems, and that’s because he doesn’t. Oh man, he regrets just taking her under a tree, he should have sat her on a rock or something so she had some leverage over him. 

Once she stood up he took her hands in his, cradling them as he lifts them to his lips. He lays gentle kisses upon her hands, then her knuckles, ending with her fingers before he would lift his head to look at her. He swallowed a lump in his throat, biting back his anxiety before speaking to her.

“I thank you, from the bottom of mine heart, for everything thou hast done for me.” He starts, his voice speaking of genuine passion and gratitude. There was hints of his anxiety in how his voice trembled slightly, but he continued. 

“I understand that thou may feel inadequate, like thou should not be here. I want to let thee know how much I value thy presence. What thou do everyday may mean nothing to thee, but it means everything to me...” He could already feel tears welling up. He choked them back by clearing his throat. Not yet, not yet! You haven’t even gotten to the important question yet!

“Thy words of comfort, thy gentle encouragement. The way thou hold me, hug, kiss, and lay with me is something I live for. I hath grown to forget what it was once like without thy touch, let alone thy presence... In times such as now, I know not of how I would survive if it was not for thee. There is no one... No one at all that I love more.” He delicately caresses her hands with his thumbs. It was another subconscious sign of his affection towards her.

“Thou hast not only made me a living man, but a free man as well. The Golden Order would rather keep me in a cage, forced into an arranged political marriage, and string me around like a puppet before ever letting me choose to be with someone I love. In this case, there is no one more worthy than thou.” He then takes a hand away, reaching for the ring box in his pocket. He carefully flips the lid off the box before presenting the ring to her. It was a gorgeous little thing, a silver band that was studded with large purplish black rock. There was a simple but elegant engraving of branches that lined the band. 

“Will you marry me, Fia?” 

[slumbering-in-death]

When he asked her to stand for him, she did so. The difference in height made it so even in this state she was a touch shorter than he. She giggled a little as he kissed her hands, how gentle yet fervent he was.

“What is it, Godwyn?”

As he talked, she got the sense that there really was more to this trip than just a rest in the shade.

This talk of how much she meant to him, what she has done for him. It struck a chord. It occurred to her how comfortable he made her feel as well, how peaceful.

It seemed… difficult for him to get to the point of what he was trying to say, when he was usually so direct. It seemed like he had a lot to get off his chest, so she allowed him time to say all he needed to say.

Her eyes widen when she sees the ring. She cannot speak for a moment, even though she already knows what it is she wants. At first she nods, a few tears running down her cheeks, before she smiles as she gives him a definitive.

“Of course I will.”

[slumbering-in-death]

"Sun is awfully bright, is it not?"

He asked, the hood over his head was pulled back, but he wished he didn't touch it now. Who knew the sun would shine so brightly in the middle of summer? Not Godwyn, the prince who lives underground apparently.

He carried Fia in his arms, allowing her to enjoy the breeze unburdened. He carried her on the way up to the Altus Plateau, he didn't show any sign of wanting to put her down anytime soon.

He remembered these golden fields. They weren't that far from the outer walls of Leyendell. He spent a good portion of his late childhood and early teenage years training, camping, and hunting in this stretch of land. He half expected Fortissax to come swooping down from the heavens to meet him.

Those days are gone. He didn't dwell on it though, a new chapter was ahead.

@deathblightprince (proposal RP :3)

Fia was, for the time being, content with being carried. These golden fields were a ways away from where they emerged from, and this gesture seemed to keep him in a relaxed state.

Godwyn has been agitated since he discovered a dark secret relating to his death, and little brought him comfort these days.

“Indeed. I can scarce see what lies ahead of us…”

Her small white hand shielded her eyes from the sunlight while her robes waved gently in the wind.

She breathed in the fresh air deliberately, somewhat enjoying the vibrancy of life for once. She tried not to let her contentment show, however.

[deathblightprince]

A part of him felt... guilty, for the life he had thrusted her into. Sure, she's the one who brought him back and chose to stay and follow him, but the life they had been living was far from ideal. Cooped up in a large and dark castle while he learns to cope with the truth of his death. His melancholy was overwhelming at times.

But his mood is not the main reason why he's here, he reminds himself. After all this time, both seeing each other at highs and lows, he felt comfortable with tying the knot- something he wouldn't dare do as the Golden Prince.

His former life was so heavily controlled by The Golden Order, his mother, and society as a whole, he wanted whatever little freedoms he could have. Open relationships was one of those freedoms, even if they often had to be done behind closed doors at the dead of night. Despite his mother's pleas to marry someone, he never would do so. Now that he was a free man, able to live and rule as he please, he finally found it right to settle down with someone. Perhaps now with the world as his oyster, he needed just one anchor to hang onto during this new journey.

He notices her using her hand to shield the sun's rays from her face. Even with her hood on, she was blinded by the light, just like him. Man, have they been down there too long?

He makes his way towards a tree. "Perhaps we can sit in the shade and let our eyes adjust, yes?" He swears he's probably sat by these tree before. Maybe if he looks more closely at the bark he'll see the scuff marks left by his armo-

Focus, Godwyn, focus. He carefully lowers Fia and himself to the cool earth beneath the tree. Leaning back against the trunk, he takes a free hand and rubs his eyes. He would blink away the shadows of light burned into his eyes. "I don't believe I remember summers being this bright."

[slumbering-in-death]

As for Fia, she was raised her whole life believing she was only good for one singular purpose: sacrifice.

A noble thing, they said, being a deathbed companion, giving life to those that died. And so it was, but where she once failed, she now finally fulfilled this purpose of hers.

And yet.

Now she and Godwyn rest under the shade of a tree with golden boughs, turning that blinding light into a soft glow dappled by the shade of the gently rustling leaves.

A charming place, she thought as she sat beside him, stretching her legs out. It had been some time since she could really just… relax.

She remained unaware of Godwyn’s truest intentions, but she couldn’t help but suspect that she wasn’t just brought out here on a walk.

“Bright summers aren’t so common where I’m from, beyond the fog. A rather dreary place it was… cold and wanting.”

She fusses with some grass.

“I enjoy the warmth of this place. It reminds me… that despite everything…”

She looks up at Godwyn, the faintest smile painted on her lips.

“That I live.”

[deathblightprince]

Ooh, he hopes she didn't feel the ringbox in his pocket when she relaxed her legs. The suprise may be in jeopardy if she gets suspicious.

"Our home in the depths must feel very familiar to thy birthplace, yes?" He jested lightly. He looks towards the walls of Leyendell that stood tall and might from a distance. It's walls were opposing to all who stood against what it stood for, yet beckoned anyone who was deemed worthy to enter its protective embrace. "I was raised here, yet I remember naught of how I dealt with summers. Perhaps I was more concerned about winter."

He hated the winter, during the dead of winter one could say the Altus Plateau looked more akin the the mountain tops of the giants. It snowed often and plenty of the blizzards came from the mountains. It just served as a constant reminder of how close the montains are, and the burning chalice that could light the Erdtree on fire at any moment. He had to keep Leyendell running through those winter seasons. He doesn't remember that same stress in the summers, not ever.

He smiled back at her. If only she knew how her smile could light a flame inside him.

"Whatever Gods is watching us, it clearly wished for thee to succeed beyond thy wildest dreams." He looked into her icy blue eyes. Something he would have never seen as the Golden Prince, being surrounded by all who were blessed by Grace. "The call of Grace is a fickle thing, but it has brought thee to me." He gently brushes the side of her face, pushing her hood and hair back. She used to be so cold whenever he would touch her at first, bedridden and unable to care for herself. She was now warm to the touch, one could say her cheeks were even rosey.

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia rested with Godwyn a moment, enjoying the warmth of the day. But soon, the silence began getting to her.

She shifted herself to look up at Godwyn, and she could see that he seemed a little nervous about something.

“Godwyn. You know you can speak to me of anything, yes? What is on your mind?”

Fia placed a gentle hand on his, rubbing her thumb on the back of his. She was never one to be transparent herself, but she tried. She hoped Godwyn would share her recent efforts.

[slumbering-in-death]

"Sun is awfully bright, is it not?"

He asked, the hood over his head was pulled back, but he wished he didn't touch it now. Who knew the sun would shine so brightly in the middle of summer? Not Godwyn, the prince who lives underground apparently.

He carried Fia in his arms, allowing her to enjoy the breeze unburdened. He carried her on the way up to the Altus Plateau, he didn't show any sign of wanting to put her down anytime soon.

He remembered these golden fields. They weren't that far from the outer walls of Leyendell. He spent a good portion of his late childhood and early teenage years training, camping, and hunting in this stretch of land. He half expected Fortissax to come swooping down from the heavens to meet him.

Those days are gone. He didn't dwell on it though, a new chapter was ahead.

@deathblightprince (proposal RP :3)

Fia was, for the time being, content with being carried. These golden fields were a ways away from where they emerged from, and this gesture seemed to keep him in a relaxed state.

Godwyn has been agitated since he discovered a dark secret relating to his death, and little brought him comfort these days.

“Indeed. I can scarce see what lies ahead of us…”

Her small white hand shielded her eyes from the sunlight while her robes waved gently in the wind.

She breathed in the fresh air deliberately, somewhat enjoying the vibrancy of life for once. She tried not to let her contentment show, however.

[deathblightprince]

A part of him felt... guilty, for the life he had thrusted her into. Sure, she's the one who brought him back and chose to stay and follow him, but the life they had been living was far from ideal. Cooped up in a large and dark castle while he learns to cope with the truth of his death. His melancholy was overwhelming at times.

But his mood is not the main reason why he's here, he reminds himself. After all this time, both seeing each other at highs and lows, he felt comfortable with tying the knot- something he wouldn't dare do as the Golden Prince.

His former life was so heavily controlled by The Golden Order, his mother, and society as a whole, he wanted whatever little freedoms he could have. Open relationships was one of those freedoms, even if they often had to be done behind closed doors at the dead of night. Despite his mother's pleas to marry someone, he never would do so. Now that he was a free man, able to live and rule as he please, he finally found it right to settle down with someone. Perhaps now with the world as his oyster, he needed just one anchor to hang onto during this new journey.

He notices her using her hand to shield the sun's rays from her face. Even with her hood on, she was blinded by the light, just like him. Man, have they been down there too long?

He makes his way towards a tree. "Perhaps we can sit in the shade and let our eyes adjust, yes?" He swears he's probably sat by these tree before. Maybe if he looks more closely at the bark he'll see the scuff marks left by his armo-

Focus, Godwyn, focus. He carefully lowers Fia and himself to the cool earth beneath the tree. Leaning back against the trunk, he takes a free hand and rubs his eyes. He would blink away the shadows of light burned into his eyes. "I don't believe I remember summers being this bright."

[slumbering-in-death]

As for Fia, she was raised her whole life believing she was only good for one singular purpose: sacrifice.

A noble thing, they said, being a deathbed companion, giving life to those that died. And so it was, but where she once failed, she now finally fulfilled this purpose of hers.

And yet.

Now she and Godwyn rest under the shade of a tree with golden boughs, turning that blinding light into a soft glow dappled by the shade of the gently rustling leaves.

A charming place, she thought as she sat beside him, stretching her legs out. It had been some time since she could really just… relax.

She remained unaware of Godwyn’s truest intentions, but she couldn’t help but suspect that she wasn’t just brought out here on a walk.

“Bright summers aren’t so common where I’m from, beyond the fog. A rather dreary place it was… cold and wanting.”

She fusses with some grass.

“I enjoy the warmth of this place. It reminds me… that despite everything…”

She looks up at Godwyn, the faintest smile painted on her lips.

“That I live.”

[slumbering-in-death]

"Sun is awfully bright, is it not?"

He asked, the hood over his head was pulled back, but he wished he didn't touch it now. Who knew the sun would shine so brightly in the middle of summer? Not Godwyn, the prince who lives underground apparently.

He carried Fia in his arms, allowing her to enjoy the breeze unburdened. He carried her on the way up to the Altus Plateau, he didn't show any sign of wanting to put her down anytime soon.

He remembered these golden fields. They weren't that far from the outer walls of Leyendell. He spent a good portion of his late childhood and early teenage years training, camping, and hunting in this stretch of land. He half expected Fortissax to come swooping down from the heavens to meet him.

Those days are gone. He didn't dwell on it though, a new chapter was ahead.

@deathblightprince (proposal RP :3)

Fia was, for the time being, content with being carried. These golden fields were a ways away from where they emerged from, and this gesture seemed to keep him in a relaxed state.

Godwyn has been agitated since he discovered a dark secret relating to his death, and little brought him comfort these days.

“Indeed. I can scarce see what lies ahead of us…”

Her small white hand shielded her eyes from the sunlight while her robes waved gently in the wind.

She breathed in the fresh air deliberately, somewhat enjoying the vibrancy of life for once. She tried not to let her contentment show, however.

[slumbering-in-death]

Trembling head to toe, Perona slowly tiptoes into the room, keeping her eyes on Fia as though she'll lunge for an attack the moment she so much as blinks. The closer she gets, the more Fia's face seems to morph, twisting into... To put it frankly, one of the few people in her childhood that understood her.

But she mistook Fyra for her mother - it's different with her though, in that she sensed Fyra was her mother. That they had embraced one another as family.

"A-aah!"

Her foot catches on the rug, and she faceplants, somehow managing to keep the bowl of custard, accompanied this time by little biscuits, up so it only spills a bit on Fia's clothes.

Still trembling, her head remains down, and she reaches up, offering the bowl to her as she gets up into a kneel, despite being too nervous to look her in the eye.

@eldenlordofdragons [It Perona.]

Fia’s gaze is as calm as ever as she first hears then sees the white haired girl enter her quarters.

The girl seemed somewhat entranced by her, though Fia herself didn’t know what Perona was thinking of as she made her way over.

That’s when Perona tripped.

The girl managed impressive balance with the plate and bowl, but even so Fia stood from her bed to kneel by Perona’s side.

The girl would feel a hand on her shoulder, and hear a gentle voice.

“Are you alright?”

[eldenlordofdragons]

“A-aah!”

Jumping, Perona shies away from Fia’s hand, looking up at her face finally. At first she shivers in fright, soon pausing, tilting her head like a pup. Lowering her raised hands, she looks Fia up and down, unsure what exactly to think or say.

So, she simply offers the custard and biscuits once more. It’s lemon - she doesn’t like it herself, but everyone else does.

“... Dessert...?”

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia smiles gently at her offer, carefully taking the plate in her hands.

“Thank you. I must say… you seemed distracted coming in. Is something the matter?”

She tilts her head slightly to the right.

[slumbering-in-death]

Trembling head to toe, Perona slowly tiptoes into the room, keeping her eyes on Fia as though she'll lunge for an attack the moment she so much as blinks. The closer she gets, the more Fia's face seems to morph, twisting into... To put it frankly, one of the few people in her childhood that understood her.

But she mistook Fyra for her mother - it's different with her though, in that she sensed Fyra was her mother. That they had embraced one another as family.

"A-aah!"

Her foot catches on the rug, and she faceplants, somehow managing to keep the bowl of custard, accompanied this time by little biscuits, up so it only spills a bit on Fia's clothes.

Still trembling, her head remains down, and she reaches up, offering the bowl to her as she gets up into a kneel, despite being too nervous to look her in the eye.

@eldenlordofdragons [It Perona.]

Fia’s gaze is as calm as ever as she first hears then sees the white haired girl enter her quarters.

The girl seemed somewhat entranced by her, though Fia herself didn’t know what Perona was thinking of as she made her way over.

That’s when Perona tripped.

The girl managed impressive balance with the plate and bowl, but even so Fia stood from her bed to kneel by Perona’s side.

The girl would feel a hand on her shoulder, and hear a gentle voice.

“Are you alright?”

[galaxirin]

Godwyn’s massive badonkers brought him to his death smfh

Ranni is disgusted 😔

[slumbering-in-death]

"M'lady. How are you recovering? Is there anything you need me to do?" Kneeling, tilting her head. "Do you require my steel?"

@eldenlordofdragons [Elysia] (Hi!)

“I am requiring quite well.”

Fia gives a soft smile and a small nod at Elysia. She holds a hand up.

“Oh, no need for that. I do not require any blades raised in my name for now. Thank you for offering.”

[eldenlordofdragons]

With a nod, she moves so she’s simply on folded legs. “As for our lord? In my absence, is he looking after you well?” She’s not as versed in how all this works, so she can’t quite judge who’s worse for wear between the two. All Elysia herself did was kill a few obstacles and guard Fia and the corpse.

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia nods.

“As well as he can. He is not versed in such things, but he tries his best, and that is well enough for me. Your efforts have proved instrumental in our success. Thank you.”

[slumbering-in-death]

"M'lady. How are you recovering? Is there anything you need me to do?" Kneeling, tilting her head. "Do you require my steel?"

@eldenlordofdragons [Elysia] (Hi!)

“I am requiring quite well.”

Fia gives a soft smile and a small nod at Elysia. She holds a hand up.

“Oh, no need for that. I do not require any blades raised in my name for now. Thank you for offering.”

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia knows Godwyn has a real case of seasonal depression. The holidays have not been kind to him. It's been tough for him as he was still adjusting to his new body, new beliefs, new life in general. But he'll be damned if he doesn't make at least some concerted effort during Christmas to not be a soggy big prince.

He wake with her within their chambers in the morning. He would have a gift ready for her inside a carved wooden box with gold clasps on the table.

"Good morning dear." He was still a bit tired, evidently rubbing an eye. Their bed was so cozy, despite him being way too tall for it. How many days has she been sleeping on him? And they haven't even officiated a courtship yet? Scandalous!

@deathblightprince (short chrimus rp lol)

She blinks twice slowly and yawns.

“Good morning…”

Her eyes took some time to adjust to the light of the room. The fire was well kept as always. And behind her is Godwyn, with his back to the wall like usual.

She rolls over to properly greet Godwyn, trying not to cause too much of a stir. She catches him rubbing his eye and smiles softly.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

[deathblightprince]

She didn't stir much at all. In fact, if she just flopped around he probably wouldn't mind it that much. He would probably think why isn't the little spoon comfortable?

"As well as I could." He jest lightly. A hand absently goes to her head to brush some hair out of her face. "But I can see thee hath slept well." He smiled softly.

[slumbering-in-death]

She breathes deeply and shifts a little more. She then sees the box upon the small table in her room. At this very moment she isn’t in any position to get up and investigate, so she simply lets that topic rest for now.

After some more time lying in bed with Godwyn, she eventually peeks up at him again.

“Godwyn, would you like some tea?”

[deathblightprince]

He notices that she saw the box. He was suprised she didn't make an effort to investigate. He did explain to her what Christmas was and what happens during it, however he left it more simple because the Christmas he knew as the Golden Prince was a... bombastic one at least. It was huge, and meant a lot of parties and gift being given and received. White elephant was a popular game too, the most finest kind of gifts were given during those games. It was something he enjoyed dearly, as those were the times his father was guaranteed to be home so he could spend some quality time with him at home instead of on the front lines. Those times were long gone now, and he doubts Leyendell, along with The Lands Between still celebrates Christmas like that. So he kept it short and sweet to prevent disappointment. It's not like he could shower her in many gifts right now anyway. Hopefully next year will be more similar to the Christmas he grew up with, and he could royally spoil her.

"I would love some tea now, yes." He gently nods, lids still droopy as he watched her. He grew to love her little mannerisms and watch her do mundane things. She doesn't know how seeing her laugh and smile sets his world alight.

"And perhaps while we enjoy our tea, thou can open thy gift." He gestured to the wooden box on the small table. Merry Christmas!

[slumbering-in-death]

The box was for her after all. Not that there was any doubt, but she thought it presumptuous to up and open the box.

She slides out of her bed, still wrapped in her sheer black robes, and rubs one of her eyes as she leaves to get good water for tea.

She soon returns from the kitchens with clean water and she sets up a pot on the fire.

“Well, there is no sense in forcing us both to wait while the water boils.”

She lifts the box carefully with her slender hands, and seats herself on the bed in such a way that Godwyn can see her open it.

She lifts the lid carefully…

[slumbering-in-death]

Fia knows Godwyn has a real case of seasonal depression. The holidays have not been kind to him. It's been tough for him as he was still adjusting to his new body, new beliefs, new life in general. But he'll be damned if he doesn't make at least some concerted effort during Christmas to not be a soggy big prince.

He wake with her within their chambers in the morning. He would have a gift ready for her inside a carved wooden box with gold clasps on the table.

"Good morning dear." He was still a bit tired, evidently rubbing an eye. Their bed was so cozy, despite him being way too tall for it. How many days has she been sleeping on him? And they haven't even officiated a courtship yet? Scandalous!

@deathblightprince (short chrimus rp lol)

She blinks twice slowly and yawns.

“Good morning…”

Her eyes took some time to adjust to the light of the room. The fire was well kept as always. And behind her is Godwyn, with his back to the wall like usual.

She rolls over to properly greet Godwyn, trying not to cause too much of a stir. She catches him rubbing his eye and smiles softly.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

[deathblightprince]

She didn't stir much at all. In fact, if she just flopped around he probably wouldn't mind it that much. He would probably think why isn't the little spoon comfortable?

"As well as I could." He jest lightly. A hand absently goes to her head to brush some hair out of her face. "But I can see thee hath slept well." He smiled softly.

[slumbering-in-death]

She breathes deeply and shifts a little more. She then sees the box upon the small table in her room. At this very moment she isn’t in any position to get up and investigate, so she simply lets that topic rest for now.

After some more time lying in bed with Godwyn, she eventually peeks up at him again.

“Godwyn, would you like some tea?”

[slumbering-in-death]

There is an ivory comb and a fine silver brush upon Fia's night stand. There is a note, written in large letters.

FOR MY DAUGHTER FROM HER PAPA

LIONEL

Fia smiles fondly. She and Lionel haven’t been able to talk much since he departed on his own journey, but she cherished the time they were together.

More than anyone, he encouraged a little adventure in her life, which she was once adverse to.

She picks up the brush and comb, placing them in a more orderly position. They would see their first use tonight.