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Edited at March 31, 2026 08:39 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Camery Valatieri -
Camery trudged back to the castle, her steps heavy with exhaustion, her head pounding from the weight of it all. How had a simple joke upset him so much? She hadn’t meant to. All she wanted was for him to be... well, something. Friendly, maybe. Relaxed around her. But instead, she was left replaying every moment in her mind, searching for the misstep. What had she done wrong? The thoughts gnawed at her relentlessly, and before she knew it, she was back in her room, the familiar space doing little to calm the storm in her head. She startled when she heard his voice outside, a sharp jolt of surprise that quickly softened into a half-hearted smile. She waved him off, her polite dismissal hiding her turmoil, and turned to focus on herself instead. The warm spray of the shower helped wash away the traces of the lake, but not the tension in her shoulders. She scrubbed at her skin, trying to banish the heaviness that seemed to press down on her, but it lingered. By the time she’d changed into fresh clothes, her mind was still spinning. Why couldn’t he just relax around her? The joke, his reaction, the sudden shift—it all felt like too much. And yet, beneath the frustration, she couldn’t ignore the small flicker of gratitude. He’d told her something personal, something raw about his father, about his past. That had to mean he trusted her—at least a little. But even that thought felt hollow. The way he’d spoken... it felt detached, almost clinical, like it was something he had to force out. She didn’t want him to feel like that. Not with her. Eventually, she rolled her eyes, giving up on the endless loop of thoughts, and let herself collapse into bed. Sleep came quickly, pulling her into a deep, dreamless void, but even then, one image lingered in her mind. Malakai’s eyes—pleading and full of something she couldn’t quite name. The way the sun had caught his chest, his scars, the strength and vulnerability carved into every line of him. He was impossibly, maddeningly perfect. But finally, her exhaustion overtook her, and she sank deeper into sleep, her mind quieting at last. For now, she was just grateful to rest. |
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Edited at March 31, 2026 08:39 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Camery Valatieri -
The young woman slept through the night, though her rest was a little restless, her dreams feverish and fragmented. She stirred briefly when a maid came in with her breakfast, and again when the guard changed shifts, but she was still too worn out to fully wake. Instead, she drifted back into a deeper sleep, sprawled haphazardly across the bed. Her shorts and top had shifted as she tossed, and her hair was a chaotic mess across her face. In that moment, she looked so still, so peaceful—untouched by the weight of her waking thoughts. It wasn’t until later that she began to stir, blinking against the soft light of the morning. Her eyes fluttered open, and she glanced toward her bodyguard. If it had been anyone else, she might’ve found it strange to be watched, but with him, it was different. It was his job, after all. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, her thoughts hazy with sleep, before she finally rolled out of bed. She grabbed a small muffin from the tray, nibbling at it as she shuffled over to him. Her movements were slow, her eyes still glazed with exhaustion. The thin straps of her top slipped down her shoulders as she came to stand in front of him, the muffin in hand. Without a word, she held it out to him, her silent way of offering something she figured he needed—food, or maybe just a small kindness. After a beat, her head dipped forward, her forehead coming to rest gently against his chest. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she murmured, her voice soft and barely audible. She stayed there for a moment, her words raw with vulnerability. “I didn’t want to upset you,” she whispered, her sincerity clear in the quiet stillness between them. |
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Edited at March 31, 2026 08:40 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Camery Valatieri - A soft breath escaped her as he pulled her into a hug, a little surprised but still half asleep. She just melted into him, her arms gently wrapping around his sides. His embrace was warm and comforting, his chest rising and falling with each breath, soft and steady, almost lulling her back into sleep. His arms held her gently, giving her the quiet reassurance that if she wanted to pull away, she could—there was no pressure, no sense of being trapped. She could feel the slight brush of his nose against her hair, the familiar scent of his aftershave enveloping her, grounding her in the moment. She squeezed him lightly before leaning back, her eyes meeting his as she offered a small, soft smile. He really was something else, unlike anyone she’d ever met. He was taller than her, of course, but standing this close, he felt vast—almost as if he towered over her in a way she hadn’t expected. She opened her mouth slightly, her hands still resting on his sides, but the hug had loosened into something more casual now. "I really mean it," she began, her voice gentle, laced with sincerity. "And thank you for telling me about your dad. It must have been hard," she whispered, her words quiet but full of empathy, hoping he could feel just how much she meant them. |
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Edited at March 31, 2026 08:40 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Camery Valatieri - A small smile tugged at Camery's lips when he said he knew. He knew she had been upset the day before, and that she felt awful about it. The last thing she wanted was to upset him. She didn’t know what to say, how to make things right, how to make him feel better. But all her worries faded the moment his fingers brushed her face, his hand gently resting on her cheek. The touch was so soft, so tender—she hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. He always appeared so stoic, so cold, yet his eyes told a different story, one filled with emotions she couldn’t quite decipher. She sighed softly, her chest loosening just a little, but then his face was next to hers, his lips gently brushing against her cheek. A rush of warmth spread across her face, and a tired, goofy grin bloomed on her lips, a reflection of the fluttering feelings racing through her. Her heart skipped a beat as she studied him. He looked... well, she wasn’t entirely sure. There was something in his gaze that made her skin feel like it was on fire, something that made her both nervous and completely drawn to him at the same time. After a quiet moment, she swallowed hard, running a hand through her hair as she pulled away just enough to adjust the straps on her top. Her eyes lingered on him, filled with curiosity, as she took his hand and gently pulled him toward her bed, sitting him down carefully. She settled beside him, her gaze soft, her voice almost a whisper as she spoke. "Do you want to tell me more about it?" she murmured, her head tilting slightly. "About your childhood... your father?" Her tone was gentle, inviting, as she waited for him to share more, hoping he would open up to her... she wanted to know more about him. |
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Edited at March 31, 2026 08:40 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Camery settled beside him, her legs crossed as she sat with a quiet ease, her expression open, yet tinged with curiosity. She wanted to know more—she needed to understand. The last thing she ever wanted to do was upset him, to push him away. Maybe if she knew more about him, about his past, she could help. It was clear now that he was opening up to her, his voice softer, more vulnerable than it had been before, and something inside her shifted. Her heart softened as she listened, her hair falling loosely over her shoulder, the soft golden lines tracing down her neck and arms, glowing faintly in the dim light. She looked at him then, and it was like seeing right through him. She could feel the weight of his pain, his past, and it made her heart ache in a way she hadn't expected. Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper as she asked, "Why did he do it?" The words hung in the air, heavy and full of compassion. Of course, she knew it didn’t excuse anything. No one should ever hurt a child. She couldn’t even begin to fathom the cruelty it took to belittle something so small, so innocent, so defenseless. She shifted her gaze to Malakai, and for the first time, she could almost picture him as a child—small, vulnerable, with no one to protect him. It struck her with a painful clarity. He was that child. And now, he was here with her. His job was to keep her safe. The irony twisted something in her chest, and as she looked at him, a quiet realization washed over her. She wasn’t just fond of him anymore. She was falling for him in a way she couldn’t stop, in a way that terrified and comforted her all at once. "At least they're gone now," she whispered softly. It didn't fix the past, but... she hoped he was safe. |
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