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Without thinking, Jun would raise her hand up slightly. The cup and its contents would suddenly freeze in midair, and the liquid contents would gently float back into it and settle themselves back on their saucer.

It was only in that moment that, given Captain Blake's paranoia, she realized she had probably just made a big mistake.

"Umm... Princess Camilla Eremae of the Verri and of Medan, would you mind saying something before your friend here decapitates me?"

She shot to her feet... and stumbled as dizziness caused her vision to swim... But she righted herself eventually and would have yelled if she could have. She stumbled over to the two, and tried to take the knife, waving her free hand to get him to stand down. "Stop." she whispered, which was the best she could do. She turned her head and began to sneeze again, several times. When that was done, she rolled her eyes heavenward as if to ask what was next, and she attempted to tug Jun behind her.

As much as Jun had been her employee, she had been under Camilla's protection. That would not change unless there was a good reason.

Blake removes the knife at Camilla's urging. He secrets it away back to wherever it came from. He holds up his hand to show he doesn't plan to do anything further. Then watches Jun's little show. The girl was clearly torn up over something. That it dealt with Medan is obvious but everything else... He shifts through his mind. Remembering details he had been schooled in when Camilla had elected to stay with him. He decides to remain silent for the moment. Let the two catch up without his input.

For a split second Jun was about to write on the chalk board before realizing she had missed the point. She leaned against the wall, wide eyed at Camilla's words.

"I... I see." Staring at the board some more, she even twirled it around, trying to think of the right thing to say. "A few weeks ago, I was traveling on one of the larger roads in between Isra and the valley leading to Gauldin, when my mother found me. A lot has happened since I left home, but from what she told me, my people became allies with Isra and the Phoenix State. Medan had apparently sent troops to Greyhaven. This was seen as an act of aggression, so the Land-Tiller's sent an expeditionary force to gather intelligence and possibly strike at Medan. They discovered that the regime had changed entirely, and that they were not allowing anyone in or out. There was no sign of the royal family, only constant references to someone named Lord Zephidel. There were also rumors of a powerful anti-siege weapon protecting the nation. Anyone who represents too much of a threat is somehow instantly killed. One of our psychics had a vision of a.. great fire from the sky. But I don't know what that means."

She began to hesitate, her hands tapping nervously against the chalkboard now. "There's something else. The reason why I found you... It was a dream. Something told me that you were alive and that I should go to Gauldin. The face... now that I think about it, it looked kinda like yours... but it also looked a little like my Grandmother's. It's almost as though it was some distant ancestor. I don't know quite who she was, but she said you were alive, and to go to Gauldin."

After a moment, she said, "Where did you hear that, about your family? If what you're saying is true, it sounds like this Lord Zephidel initiated a coup against the Eremae family."

Devrin crosses his arms and looks at Jun levelly.

"A dream? Really? You are either telling the truth, or covering for something. I don't know which is worse. Camilla was telling the truth. You aren't leaving this house for the immediate future. We don't know what Goraia might do if they find out she is alive. Only a handful of people know who she really is. If you are really her friend you won't argue."

Devrin turns and walks out of the room going after Camilla. His stern look turns to one of fear. Sky if this woman found out... How did a dream pierce through their wards? She should be safe, protected from such magics. If there was a loop hole. He knows he should file a report now. The defenses needed to be shored up even more. Instead he finds himself in the nursery. Camilla is there face buried in her childs belly. He comes up behind her. Looping his arms around her, resting his hands on her stomach. He buries his face in her hair.

"I'll keep them safe. I'll keep you safe. No matter what."

She looked up at Jun and leaned into Blake at the same time, a fearful look on her face... The fear of a mother for her children, not the fear for oneself, that much was for certain by the way she clutched Falin to her... She looked to Blake for a moment and then back to Jun, saying as best as she could with her throat as raw as it was, "This is Falin Evrand Eremae, younger brother to Devron Hylon Eremae, the last two princes in the bloodline Eremae."

And she nodded toward the identical boy in another cradle. They looked like miniatures of Evrand, for the most part, but had her vivid caramel eyes. No denying who sired the boys.

"Devrin and Falin..." Jun eyes Captain Blake a little aghast. She didn't realize the Captain's relationship had advanced so far with Camilla. Jun was starting to feel oddly protective. She had known her long before the Captain did.

Upon overhearing Blake's declaration of love, Jun smirked. "I should hope so. She named a child after you!"

...Awkward.

"Do you... mind if I get a closer look? If it's alright with the Captain of course." She leaned in to see the baby's eyes.

"Shit."

It just occurred that saying what he did when he did was a mistake. This girl was a relic of Camilla's old life. Of a likely dead husband she still loved. To have him declare his love for here right then and there... It had probably been like a knife in her gut. With all those memories close to the surface, loving him probably felt like a betrayal. Damn he was too impulsive. He doesn't know what to do now. Does he chase her? No, he can't not yet. Can't leave the girl alone with the babies. Even if she is apparently trust worthy. Besides Camilla probably needed time. He glares at Jun then shakes his head. It wasn't her bloody fault. He shouldn't be mad at her. He gives her a weak smile instead.

"Sorry. You got caught up in some... Complicated stuff. Damn so am I now that I think about it. Odd thing, to love a woman whose husband may or may not be cold in the ground. Odder that she loves me back, though it might be loved now. Sky! The hell am I even doing?"

She didn't cry, as much as the events had hurt. No, she was done. She was too fucking tired and angry now. She felt like crap, too, on top of all of that! The ailing woman pulled the blankets over her head after curling up on her bed, wanting badly just to hit something until her hand was busted or something.

Camilla had never felt so... so mortified... so humiliated in her life. It was as if she had been branded a whore for loving someone without meaning to. She bit into her pillow. And Devrin... She loved him, but that was the most ill timed declaration of love ever. What was she going to do?