Captain Blake's Home Archive

She picked out fruit salad and began to nibble, alternating between that and juice, which was not unusual for her having been a forest dweller most of her life. A look was shot in amusement toward Blake upon his teasing his sister. She joined in the fun, a rarity, and said, "What would she want with courtly garb? Silk wouldn't do for her at all... Give her some trousers and she is happy." Camilla's eyes twinkled as she watched for Bella's reaction, while nonchalantly continuing, "Although I did overhear how the stable lad say how pretty you would look in cobalt silk," one could tell she wasn't being mean spirited about it.

"If she doesn't wish to shop with me, it is quite alright, my love. I am sure she has plenty to do without going into market for fabrics and finding a seamstress to come here."

Camilla smiled, "Tell you what... There is a new blade in it for you if you go with me," she had sobered.

The trip to the marketplace was successful, trades and deals made, a seamstress arrived at the house days later after a hefty purse of coin lined her pockets, by the day she would go to court, there was seven new gowns with more in the process of being sewn. She was not so cheerful.

She stood in one of those new gowns, hair loose around her shoulders like a golden-red cloud. It was even more elaborate than the last courtly garb she had worn, and the seamstress had clapped her hands in glee at how the creation looked on her client -- She knew that Camilla would cause her business to boom as soon as all the young ladies saw how stunning she looked in the gown... They, too, would want to look stunning.


Camilla felt uncomfortable as she always did, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She took a deep breath and told a servant to inform Blake that she was ready.

"You, sir, are biased," she accused with a smile. "I don't know if I can do this again," she took a shaky breath and moved toward him, having been away from court life for a good amount of time and grown accustomed to having freedom again. "Duty calls, though, I suppose." She kissed his lips tenderly and then pressed her forehead to his. "Is the carriage ready?"

She didn't know whether he was going with her or not since he was busy as of late, but regardless... She knew it was something she had to do for the sake of the boys and getting them closer to their heritage. She kisssed lake again, knowing he would at least escort her to the carriage if nothing else.

"Oh, yes. I feel silly now..." She chuckled at herself and quickly closed the door and pulled off all but her shift. She pulled a simple blue dress on afterwards, gave a sigh and sat down on the bed with a look of confusion on her face... Was it really that far away? Sweat beaded on her upper lip as she concentrated on the question, obviously uncomfortable. "Okay," she mumbled and began to fold the dress as neatly as she could. As she stood again, she didn't even see the floor coming when she fainted.

She wasn't out for long... Her lashes fluttered some, and she opened her eyes with a groan, face pale. She hadn't mentioned that she'd been feeling ill most of the day. "I'm alright," she said sort of weakly, before sitting up slowly. Her eyes blinked a few times, then she gagged and frantically pushed at him so she could stumble to lose whatever contents she had in her belly.

By the time she was done doing that, she was draped over the pot, shuddering and mumbling some things to herself, he would see her counting on her fingers by tapping each one on said pot... If he followed, that is... And then she rolled to sit against the wall.

"No, no..." her voice was shaky. "I promise you, I'm fine." -- The last two words are a little flat. "I have an idea what ails me and it's nothing to worry about." At least, she added silently, this feels all too familiar. She wouldn't elaborate, however, not quite settled on the idea yet. She gave a sigh and covered her face with her hands, not sure how he would take the news if she was right. Camilla pushed herself up and turned the water on rinsing her mouth with tiny bits of water, then cleaned herself up. Her color was returning slowly.

"I'll sleep in the carriage." That was true as well. She had trouble meeting his eyes for the moment, not wanting to give him cause to worry yet.

Count Devrin Blake still had a lot of issues being Count Devrin Blake. His life had changed drastically because of the addition to his name. He'd lost his airship for one. Sure he'd seen less and less of the intrepid in recent months. But at least she'd still been his. Now that he was a count though he'd been promoted. Now he was a Rear Admiral which meant he had no active command. Rather he would assume command of a dreadnaught class airship and others in the event of war. He was also dealing with the fact that he owned land. Which apparently meant he had to collect taxes from the people who lived on it. He had also been forced to pay for the construction of a manor house on his lands even if he still lived in Nireal. It was all very confusing and a little much for him. Nothing was solid anymore and he was certain of nothing. Well, almost nothing.

The one thing Blake didn't mind about this entire thing was happening today. It was huge. It made him nervous. Yet it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The only thing he was certain about was his love for Camila and today he'd be marrying her. He also had some papers drawn up. Papers that would let him formally adopt her children. It was a symbolic gesture he intended to offer her. To let her know that he wanted not just her but her children. He wanted her and them to be part of his family in every way that mattered. Even if her kids kept the last name of their birth father, by Gauldish law they would be his. He would be able to appoint them his heirs. They would have the strength of his title behind them not just in spirit but in law. He wondered what she'd say. For now, though he just waited in the recently cleared out main room of the house. Now decorated for a small wedding. His entire family was there and the king. So even though it was small gathering the room was packed. They were just waiting for her.

"Ok... Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous. It's ok. We are friends. We were friends. We are friends. It's just another wedding. I've been to weddings! Two weddings! Of course only one of those had a happy ending but... Oh my god I should not be thinking about that right now. Ok. I know what I'm doing. Oh god the door is getting bigger. Ok, just be cool."

To be fair Jun did feel significantly more comfortable than at her last wedding. With Vaelar away on a mission she felt less obligated to wear something quite so... pink.

She was reserved, partly due to the reason for the hasty wedding, but she was not unhappy by any means. She smiled warmly ar Blake and let out a breath, murmuring softly, "Are you ready?" She brushed her hands over her skirt. Her eyes were glued to his, steady, and asked the question more like are you sure? Her teeth gently bit into her bottom lip as she regarded him.

She didn't know Jun had been invited, though she would be overjoyed to see her friend... When Jun did make it, assuming she came in, Camilla attempted a hug.