Captain Blake's Home Archive

"You are welcome. Safe travels Jun and don't be too hard on yourself. Camilla has been through more than any one person ought to go through. She isn't mad at you just at her situation. She wasn't yelling at you just at the unfairness of it all. Least that's how I see it."

Blake gathers up the twins into his arms, leaving Cohen to clean up. His younger brother has enough sense to not complain. The captain heads inside and see the babes to the nursery where he tends there needs. His name sake had soiled his diaper to he changed it. Sky! This was one skill he wished he hadn't learned. Once the two are comfortably settled for a nap Blake goes to find Camilla. He figures she has had enough time to cool. He finds the door to the master bedroom now their chambers. He tries the door and finds it locked. Heaving a sigh he knocks once, twice, thrice.

"Camilla it's Blake. Can I come in?"

Oh well there went his first idea. Blake does leave the door open as he tries to think of something else to say. Ultimately, instead of sayin anything he just climbs into the bed beside her. Wrapping an arm around and holding her tight. He kisses the top of her head and say's quietly.

"We will get there love. Tyrants never last. There will come a day when we do not need to be afraid."

She snuggled back into her love, sighing softly. "I hope so." And that was the last thing she said before she eased into her tired sleep. She didn't even know that Jun was leaving, her friend didn't tell her "good-bye for now..." It would have saddened her a little to know, but she would have understood. Jun wasn't at fault for her frustration... Camilla was like a caged animal at that point in time, and all kinds of feelings swirled around her. Guilt was the most prominent, but she was to weary to cry about it anymore.

She was teetering on the brink, and the balance was constantly shifting toward the negative. Just once... Just once, she would like to have a good life for more than just a short time.

The former princess shifted restlessly, which indicated if they weren't already on alert from the first time, she would be a wandering in her sleep again. It seems that the more stressed she was, the more restless she was in her sleep.

She didn't sleep walk, thankfully... Having his arms around her brought her some comfort in the night. Her dreams shifted to good dreams. When she awoke next, she had a clear mind. It was still dark, for the sun's first rays had yet to start touching the horizon. She rolled and nuzzled her face into the neck of her lover, giving him a lingering hug while he slept, taking care to try not to wake him from his sleep. He worked so hard to keep her safe, he worked hard at his job too... She didn't know if she ever let him know how much she appreciated him. Camilla gave a small smile.

She came to a decision... No longer would she pay attention when bad news came, or whenever something bad happened. She would just pretend everything was okay, and then maybe she would never see the bad things happening. Let me have my delusions, she thought, they are all I have left in my sanity. Numb... That is the correct term... She would numb herself to the pain that was brought. She was tired of doing otherwise, tired of crying, tired of shouting and being angry, tired of the bleak reality.

She would pretend for a time that she was just Ambre and not Camilla, and that her sons were not princes. She would pretend to have some semblance of normalcy... Perhaps, then, she thought, it would be true. She wouldn't be surrounded by all the tragic tales.

The princess eased out of bed, then padded to the nursery to take care of the boys. After a quick breakfast and cup of tea, she was geared up and out the door, just as the sun was starting to peek over the edge of the world...

"Mmm, we could go on the airship... I would like to see your world." She smiled as she leaned into him after sheathing her daggers. "Will you teach me to fight better with a longer blade?" She was pretty good with her bow, obviously, but melee fighting had left something to be desired. "It would give me something to do. I would like to gain my strength any way I can, I find myself weak still. I watch you spar whenever I have a chance, you are very good at it."

She hadn't picked the market because shopping did not appeal to her very much... Especially when she was spending money that was not hers to spend. She had more than everything she needed, and was probably the least materialistic princess one could ever meet. She hadn't picked the forest because that was more her world than his, even if that particular forest was not hers. She turned to face him, and wrapped her arms around him. "What will we be doing on the airship?"

"Absolutely," she said, without a hitch of fear in her voice. It would be like heaven to have that kind of opportunity. She was ready for things to happen, to get away from the house at least for a time and feel the wind on her face. The thought of doing so was lovely, indeed. Camilla gave another kiss, and then pulled away from him to pick up her arrows and retrieve her daggers.

She sheathed the latter and turned to look at him, "Blake... Have I told you yet how much you mean to me? I am glad to be here with you... I am sorry that things have been so difficult and that there never seems to be much peace with me around. You are wonderful."

She took full advantage of her freedom... Within the first few weeks of their return, she had brought in a bounty of game for the larder, cured a good amount of pelts which would later be sold for a good sum, there was a freshly planted expansion to the garden: herbs from the forest, fruit trees. vegetables... She proved to be a valuable asset as soon as she knew she was free to do as she pleased... She was a hard worker. It boosted her spirit greatly, she thrived and was alive like never before. One night after a successful trip into the woods and a bath had been taken, she lay on her belly and traced her fingers over his cheek, smiling an easy smile.

"I love you." She said out of nowhere, then rolled onto her side to stare into the hearth. He would get an eyeful of tanned back, which meant she spent time skyclad in the wild. "I don't want to leave this place." She said with a soft yawn.

"I hope not." She tangled her legs into his and mumbled softly, "I think of you as sort of like a husband..." She chuckled, hoping he didn't take that for a hint. She wasn't sure if marriage was something she wanted again, but who knows? Camilla sighed in content and snuggled backwards. "I suppose I should e diplomatic and finally make my way to your king's court... After all, I am under his protection to some degree still... Shall I arrange for some nice clothing?" Ad she didn't realize that she was sounding much like the mistress of a household.

She rolled back over and rested her forehead against his. "I do think I should do my duty, freedom usually comes with a price."

"Of course everything comes with a price... You and I haven't exactly been careful and I do worry..." She poked his chest, though she obviously wouldn't turn away his child, it was clear she was teasing him. "I will see to it, then. Courtly garb for the both of us, as I am sure you must make your appearance as well." She then changed to a pretty pout, "Though it would be a shame to hide this..." Her hands roamed the wall of his chest and she nuzzled kiss swollen lips into his neck. "Or this," she purred into his ear as she moved her hand to another place and... the scene went black.