So this is my version on how Corvo and Jessamine fell in love and had little lady Emily. I hope my lore and understanding of the Dishonored universe is correct because I am a HUGE fan. If I am wrong or off on any part of the story please tell me so I can fix it. I know there are a lot of stories about this but none of them are partially long and those that long are unfinished so I hope I can deliver and long story that will be finished. Anyway, enough rabbling on about future promises enjoy the story! Rated T for adult themes and situations there may be lemon but probably not I'm not a very lemony person.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Beautiful Relationship
A boy, the age of eighteen, stood with his legs shoulder width apart, his hands firmly secure behind his back. His light brown eyes soaking up his surroundings. He'd never seen such fine granite used in buildings before. You wouldn't find a sight like Dunwall Tower in Serkonos. When his eyes finally settled, they settled on the face of a man. The man's old features included an imperial moustache the same golden colour as his thinning hair. Emperor Euhorn Kaldwin observed the boy's face for what seemed a lifetime until he finally extended a hand and smiled.
"What's your name son?" Euhorn asked his voice soft and gentle. Now it was the boy's turn to observe the Emperor. He seemed to be deciding whether or not to trust this man with something as simple as his name. A deep, smooth, velvety voiced escaped from the boy's lips.
"Corvo." Corvo gripped Euhorn's hand and shook it lightly, trying not to seem intimidated under the older man's gaze. It seemed to be working so far.
"Just Corvo?" The Emperor laughed. "Do you not have a family?" He said jokingly. Corvo didn't let the pain appear in his face at the mention of family. Thoughts of the mother he left behind flooded his brain. He shook his head.
"My apologies sire, my name is Corvo Attano. I was given to you as a gift from Duke Theodanis Abele, Duke of-"
Euhorn waved a hand, shaking his head, stopping to look at Corvo. "I know why you are here, my boy, Theodanis and I are good friends. I just wanted to know your name. And now I do, you are Corvo Attano and you are here to serve me as a guard. You will guard me and my family and assist my Royal Protector with whatever he needs, then you will have time to yourself to do whatever it is you wish to do. Do you understand son?"
"Of course sire." Corvo bowed.
"Very good, now if you would please follow me. I wish to see if you are as good as Theodanis says. He has been know to... exaggerate from time to time. I hope he is not, you seem like a decent lad." He started walking and Corvo followed. He noticed how the Emperor walked with such grace that is looked like he wasn't walking but hovering above the ground. They walked in silence until they reached a corridor filled with paintings. Painted by none other than the famed Anton Sokolov. Euhorn turned to face Corvo but kept walking.
"I heard you won the Blade Verbena at age sixteen. Is this true, or another one of Theodanis' exaggerations?"
Corvo glimpsed at the Emperor. "Yes, I did. That is how I came into The Duke's service."
Euhorn smiled that famous smile. "Extraordinary! You must be the youngest person to ever win. Hmm..." Euhorn ran a hand through his hair. "I wish to see you fight. Are you prepared to fight now?"
"Yes sire." Corvo said hiding a smile.
"Excellent!" Euhorn exclaimed and then hurried his pace as he walked to the training area. Corvo let a smile slip as he hurried to catch up.
"Finally." He thought.