AN: Dishonored is amazing. I love that game so freaking much. Corvo is bae, so have some happy Corvo and Emily

I snuck into the light house, leaving the guards confused. At the table, the body of High Overseer Martin and Lord Trevor Pendleton sat upright, as if they were still alive. It took everything I had not to wince. This man may have betrayed me, but he had still helped me. Havelock was prattling on near the fireplace, but I couldn't hear him. My focus was on Emily.

My Word, I wanted to kill this man. He had betrayed me after forcing me to do so much for him. No, instead I simply wrapped my arms around his neck, and held them tightly until he passed out. Panting, I dropped the body, and grabbed the key off the table near him. Everything that had happened, everything that had lead up to this moment was crashing in on me.

Jessamine was always in the forefront of my mind. I hadn't even been able to go to her funeral and properly say goodbye, all because a couple of bastards wanted power. I would never let my Emily be the victim of that. I had already failed her enough, and I had no intention of doing it again.

"Corvo? Is that you?" Emily yelled through her door. "Please, help me!" I slipped the key in the lock.

Everything froze. There, in front of my, was Emily. My young Empress whom I would do anything for. She threw herself at me, and I held her tightly. The guards surrounded us, and pried me away from my daughter. I fought against their hold, but kept my silence.

"No! No!" Emily yelled. I struggled, trying to stay close to her. "He didn't do it! He didn't kill Mother!" Emily yelled.

"I've been looking for you, Corvo." Geoff Curnow eyed me as I finally stayed still. The guards around me seemed smug.

"Corvo is innocent! Let him go!" Emily stood behind Curnow, looking very much like Jessamine.

Not long after Emily chewed out the guards, she explained what had happened to Captain Curnow. I still said nothing, butI stayed close to Emily. Her arm was bruised, and her shirt had a small tear in it from where she had tried to escape the Golden Cat.

"Corvo." Geoff Curnow stood across from me, as Emily clambered into the boat. It had taken time for him to accept that I hadn't killed the Empress. "I suppose I should be the first to apologize for-"

"That's enough." I snapped. "You were doing your job, and Emily will not imprison you for it." I walked away, and began to climb into the boat before turning back to Curnow. "But that doesn't mean I have to forgive you for it."

Emily refused to leave my side while we travelled. She spent her time near me, and told the healers on the boat of my wounds.

"Corvo, do you think Calista will still want to be my teacher?" Emily asked me. My shirt and coat were off to the side, while a woman attended my wounds.

"Calista?" Geoff asked, appearing in the door. He may have been apologetic for his actions, but he didn't seem entirely convinced I was innocent.

"Yes, Calista Curnow. She was Emily's tutor for the Loyalists, and yes Emily. I think she will want to be your tutor." I said. I fell silent again, as Geoff processed what I said. He seemed relieved, but he stayed silent. I winced, as the healing woman pushed the needle through my skin. The stitches would not heal quickly, but I would survive.

The boat stopped at the Hound Pitt's Pub, a place I now loathed. Emily went looking for Calista, while I slammed my fist on the door of the workshop. The guards were being debriefed on the entire situation. I could hear clattering, and shook my head. The gate flung open, and bottles began flying out. I caught two, and dodged many more.

"Piero!" I screamed. He stopped. His eyes grew wide.

"Corvo? You survived?" He asked, bewildered. I nodded. "Oh Thank the Word! Corvo, Emily is at Kingsparrow-"

"She's already safe, Piero." I told him. He nodded once more, and sat down. Sokolov was found quickly, and Emily soon returned with Calista in tow. I kept Emily close to me. I needed her more than she needed me.

"I am so glad you survived." Piero told me. I nodded to him this time, and we were all escorted back to the boat. The ride to Dunwall Tower would be long, so I laid my head against the wall. Emily curled up underneath my arm.

"Corvo…Can we see Mother's tomb when we get home?" She asked, sleepily.

"Anything you wish, my young Empress." I muttered. She sighed with content, and fell asleep, as I soon did. I did not rest, though.

"Hello, Corvo." The Outsider said to me, as I strode up to him. I simply stared at him. "Your life seems to be back in it's place, though, I cannot help but wonder if you will become bored. The powers I have given you will not leave you. It is very important tat you keep them, as soon Emily will be old enough to cause you more worry. I recommend that you keep a close eye on her."

I woke with a start, as Calista began to try to move Emily into a bed.

"No." I said softly. "She will be allowed back into her room once we get to the Tower." Calista stopped, and stepped away.

"I did not mean to disturb you." Calista said. "I am sorry." She walked away, and I was left alone with Emily again. The Outsider was right. She wasn't far from her teen years, and I would have my hands full raising her without Jessamine.

Jessamine. God, I missed her. In everything that had happened, I hadn't had time to really mourn for her. It took all I had not to weep right there. I had loved Jessamine fiercely, and now she was gone.

"Corvo." Geoff was back. Would he never leave me be? "We've arrived at the Tower." I sat up, casuing Emily to do the same. She yawned, and rubbed her eyes.

"Are we home?" I nodded to her. "Good. Now I can be Empress… right?"