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May 13, 2015 06:18PM
Emma shook her head. "No. They won't recognize this dress.." She promised. She looked around nervously.
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"Alright. Follow me." Brandon took her hand and began to walk briskly to town.
Emma walked with him. She kept her head down, not wanting to be spotted or recognized.
Brandon guided her to his house, and locked the door behind them. "Are you okay?" He had a cut across his entire chest.
Emma nodded. "Are you alright?" She asked, seeing the long cut.
"Do you know how to dress a wound?"
He took off his shirt and laid on his back on the table. "There is a box in my counter that contains first-aid."
Emma found the box. She picked it up and brought it over to the table. She opened it.
There was a glass of wine, a needle and thread, and a vial of antipoison. "Go for it."
Emma nodded. She started cleaning his wound.
Brandon gripped the table, biting on his shirt so he wouldn't make a noise.
Emma tried to be gentle. She bit her lip, finishing cleaning the wound.
"This is gonna really hurt." She warned, knowing she would have to stitch up the wound so it could heal.
Brandon made a noise through the shirt that implied "I know."
Emma nodded. She stitched up the wound as gently as she could.
Brandon waited for her to finish.
Brandon breathed slowly, relaxing to her touch. "You can use my apartment as if it were your own- my princess."
"Please. Stop calling me Princess." She asked, setting down the needle.
"It tis your title." He admitted.
"My title is not my name though, Brandon." She replied, smiling faintly.
"What is your name?" He asks, trying to not tear his stitches.
"I go by Emma." She replied. Emma sighed softly.
"Nice to meet you Emma." He smiled at her. "You should be safe here for a few days."
"Then what?" Emma asked. She bit her lip.
"I'll see if your father is still in power. If not, we must flee. You're life will be in danger. Either to be killed or married to whatever savage attacked today."
Emma nodded. "Thank you. For getting me out of there.." She said softly.
"You may have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor." He started to lower himself to the floor.
"No." Emma shook her head. "You're the injured one. You should take the bed." She told him softly.
"I will not have the bed if you must sleep on the floor."
"Take the bed. I will be just fine sleeping on the floor." Emma told him stubbornly.
"I would share the bed before i allowed you to sleep on thw floor."
"Only if you do also." He protested.
"Just take the bed." Emma repeated again.
H3 started to lay on the dloor.
Brandon got onto the large bed, more than enough room for the two of them.
Emma put the firs aid stuff back in the box.
"Thank you for patching me up Princ-" He cut himself off. "Emma." Brandon corrected himself.
Emma looked over at him and smiled softly.
"It's alright. Quite boring, honestly." Emma replied.
