I shall be your shield forever(PAFP. Medieval Fantasy FxF.)

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  • The demon wiped away the tears, holding her sort of like she was a baby "It's alright, He's gone. you're safe. I'll stay right here for a while..."

  • Clair weaved her fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her to her best extent. She was yet again surprised at how fast a tragedy like this happened.

  • Clair started to hum a soothing song, recalling it from the depths of her mind. She even felt as tired as a human could be as she remembered it. She looked back down to her master, noting how calm she was.


    (g'night!)

  • The demon smiled back "It seems mothers know the best songs!" She said "shall I carry you to your bed, master?"


    ( I had a weird spider dream last night. very creepy)

  • ( I hate spiders in general. but this one can pass!)


    "If I can wear armor and walk around with ease in it..." She placed her left arm under her head and her right under her knees, lifting her up without much effort "..Then I think I can pick you up easily, m'lady!"

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  • Clair let her upper chest lean back a tad as she started to walk, going down the hall and up the stairs on the left


    "The next time that young lord attempts that I'll have his head on a pike...." Clair thought aloud "...He'll probably try to spin a tale so he doesn't get caught...". She continued into the master bedroom and placed Lady Fey onto the bed "Shall I go after him, Master?"She asked

  • The demon nodded, grabbing the blankets from under her and slipping them over her. She sat down in a chair in the corner, staring at the Young Lady


    "I will be hear for as long as you'd like, m'lady" She blinked, her left eye becoming a light pink and her right a normal red.

  • "No thanks are needed, Lady Fey. It is what I do." Clair looked down at her hand, placing her other over hers "I said I would be your sword and your shield, and I intent to stay that way until you're ready!"

  • Her eyes widened at her request, lifting her hand up and scratching her head


    "M'lady, I don't think that's a good idea..... I have a feeling that my skirt would knock you off the bed!"

  • Clair closed her eyes and sighed, Reaching behind her back and starting to untie her dress. she used each of her feet to get the shoe off the other foot. She stood up and pulled off the dress, revealing her short, white gown underneath. She made her way to the other side of the bed and lifted up the covers, laying next to her master


    "I cannot refuse a request nor an order from you...." she muttered

  • "Go away." Fey whispered, "You had refused my first request, the only one that I had given you that really mattered. Now leave me in my pain." She didn't look at Clair, her eyes closed as a few tears fell down her face.