u/SunnyCalathea

Heeelloouuu! I am back with something excitinggg!
Part 5 is finally here!

Well... Remember when I said this was originally supposed to be a three-part series?

...Yeah. We're apparently at seven now.

The script that was originally meant to become Part 5 ended up sitting at roughly 7,000 words of raw dialogue and a few stage directions in the end.

And with that, I eventuallyyy reached a point where cutting scenes would've hurt the story more than helped it.

So instead...
I did the only logical thing and added another episode...🙂

If you're a VA and would rather record them as one single audio, feel free to do so! That's actually how I originally envisioned it. Just be aware... it might become a very long recording.

This part also introduces Commander Storn, which I went back and forth on for a long time.
(He's the second voice for only this part!)

He's honestly one of the most interesting but at the same time complicated characters I've written. He's manipulative. He's convinced he's right. And he genuinely believes he saved the General.

I added him because the scripts are written from the Listener's perspective, and I can't just dump years of history into one conversation between Listener & General, without completely destroying the pacing lol.
Considering Storn though, I tried to reveal their relationship piece by piece through the way they speak to each other. Hopefully that worked!

I actually had wayyy too much fun writing Commander Storn lol.
Ironically, what I expected to be the hardest conversation in the entire series probablyyy ended up becoming my favorite scene to write so far!

Soo, with that being said, Part 5 now covers everything leading up to (and including) the confrontation with Commander Storn, while Part 6 picks up immediately afterwards.

The orphan storyline was another thing I hesitated to include.
Not because I didn't want to tell it. But because I knew it would raise questions I simply can't answer inside a one-sided roleplay script in just one go.
The General is an incredibly emotionally reserved character, and he wouldn't suddenly sit down and explain his entire past just because the Listener wants to hear it.
Sooo, I've tried to reveal those parts naturally, little by little, whenever they genuinely fit the story!

Lastly, I just want to say thank you. 🙏

Thank you to everyone who's been following this series from the beginning, or even if you only joined somewhere along the way! Every comment, piece of feedback and bit of excitement for the next part genuinely keeps me motivated to continue writing these scripts!

And to all the VAs who've already recorded fills of this series... thank you so much! You've all done an absolutely incredible job bringing the General to life! Hearing the same character interpreted in so many different ways while still feeling unmistakably like our General has honestly been one of the coolest parts of this whole project!

Now... Thankfully, splitting the script means I already have a head start on Part 6! Soo, it'll be up shortly! The rough dialogue and stage directions are already finished, and it mostly just needs a few touch-ups before it's ready to go! So stay tuned!

Alright... Enough talking...

Thank you all again, and I really hope you enjoy Part 5! 💕

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Word Count:
Pure Dialogue: 2,617
- Dialogue for the General: 2,120
- Dialogue for Commander Storn: 497

With Directions: 4,446
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Part.1 - Click me!

Part.2 - Click me!

Part.3 - Click me!

Part.4 - Click me!

Part.5 - You're already here!

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USAGE RULES:

--> Monetization is allowed!

- If you use or perform this script, please credit me, (u/SunnyCalathea on Reddit).

- Voice acting, audio adaptation, editing for pacing are okay.

- Minor wording adjustments for natural speech flow are okay.

- Pronoun changes are okay.

- Paywalls are okay (as long as I get access)

- Changing the core plot or emotional progression is not allowed.

- Removing credit or claiming authorship is not allowed.

- Reposting the script without attribution is not allowed.

- Feedback is always welcome!

If you decide to perform this, I’d really appreciate it if you could share a link to your recording. I’d love to hear how you bring it to life!

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PDF-File:
You can find this Script here!

--> The PDF version includes instructions highlighted in color for clarity.

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SIDE NOTES:

-  All pauses, SFX cues, and voice directions, including implied listener responses, are completely optional. Use them as a guide, not a rule!

- Note that (Stage directions & SFX cues) can also imply pauses, even though I’ve listed them separately.

- And when you voice it? Make yourself at home! When you step into the role, make it your own. There’s no wrong way to bring this character to life! I trust you to find what feels right! :)

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SCRIPT SPECIFIC NOTES:

- Feel free to play around with SFX throughout the training yard! Boots, armor, distant shouting, sparring swords, and marching soldiers help make the environment feel alive.

- During the confrontation with Commander Storn, neither character should really scream from my point of view. Their authority comes from control, not volume. Raised voices are perfectly fine, but both should remain composed.

- I intentionally left many of the emotional deliveries open to interpretation. Feel free to adjust pauses and emphasis naturally!

- Commander Storn should never sound cartoonishly evil. He genuinely believes everything he did was necessary. In his own mind, he saved the General's life.

- The Listener is physically present throughout the confrontation but remains completely silent. Please avoid inserting improvised Listener reactions or additional dialogue!

- Silence is one of the strongest tools in this script. Don't be afraid to let important moments breathe!

- If you combine Part 5 and Part 6 into a single audio file, I recommend a noticeable time skip!

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CHARACTER NOTES:

Commander Storn:
Commander Storn is the former General of Cavalry.

Decades ago, he helped build the military into what it is today and firmly believes that strength is created through hardship.

Storn is manipulative, calculating, and emotionally detached, but never malicious in his own eyes. He genuinely believes he saved the General by making him stronger.

Voice Direction:
- A deep male voice that preferably sounds older than the General
- Speaks with absolute confidence and rarely becomes emotional

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KEY:

[…] - Pauses

(…)  - Stage directions / SFX cues

*…*  - Voice direction

(#) – implied Listener’s replies

Bold Text – Emphasized spoken words

Italic & Bold Text – Commander Storn’s dialogue

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--> To improve readabilty, I'd recommend to use the PDF-Version of this script!

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

Several weeks have passed since the General's emotional breakdown.

Life has slowly begun to settle into something... almost peaceful.

At home, he has changed in quiet ways. Sometimes he removes his glove without thinking. He drinks tea because you make it. Milo has somehow earned unrestricted access to his lap.

This morning, he left early for the training grounds.

Barely an hour later, an official military letter arrives.

The seal alone tells you it must be important.
Without thinking twice, you decide to bring it to him yourself.

Unfortunately...
Getting onto a military training ground turns out to be harder than expected.

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(Wide open military training grounds at early morning | Cold air, distant wind sweeping across the field | Boots hitting the dirt in steady rhythm | Sharp command calls echoing from the distance | Metal weapons clicking against racks | Several structured groups of officers training across the whole field)

[…]

(The General stands slightly apart from the formations, observing in silence | His hands relaxed, posture controlled, eyes scanning everything without urgency, watching and evaluating | Then heavy footsteps on dusty earth as he walks slowly across the yard and stops near a group of officers struggling with their timing | The General steps in without raising his voice | He adjusts one officer’s arm and stance precisely)

*Calm but precise | With quiet authority*
Your elbow is exposed in the transition.
Reset the movement.

[…]

There… see? You’re forcing power where you need control.

Try again.

[…] (The group repeats the motion | Metal clashing | It’s slightly cleaner now, but still uneven | One officer hesitates)

*Sharp*
Stop.

*Lowering his knowing tone*
You felt that hesitation.
Don’t ignore it.

Your timing is still off by half a beat.

[…]

And every time you defend…
…you retreat.

Why?

Do you think distance wins fights?

[…]

Sometimes the safest place… is one step closer.

*Calm command*
Now, try again.

[Medium Pause] (The group continues, and the shuffle of boots against the dry ground comes to a stop as the General interrupts them again)

*Firm*
Hold.

You… Step forward.

[…]

Draw your sword.

(A low but sharp scrape of a steel blade sliding out of its sheath)

Good.
I’ll keep my hands.

(The soldiers standing around exchange uneasy glances, then look back)

If you cannot win against an unarmed opponent… the weapon was never your advantage.

[…]

Too many soldiers mistake carrying a weapon for knowing how to use one.

A blade doesn’t make you dangerous.
It only extends the reach of the man holding it.

*Challenging*
Show me the man.

[…] (The soldier standing across from the General hesitates and gives him an uncertain look)

*Slightly impatient with a low chuckle*
…Well?

I’m waiting.

[…]

*Sharp and sudden*
Attack.

[Medium Pause] (Brief silence | Then the officer finally commits | Quick step forward and a blade cuts through the air in a direct strike towards the General’s centerline | The General doesn’t retreat immediately but waits just enough to let the officer fully commit to his attack | Then there’s a small shift in the General’s body and the blade passes where he was standing without resistance)

*Calm and observant*
Too early.

You’re reacting to where I was.
Not where I am.

[…]

*With an educational tone*
You decided your attack was correct before you saw what was in front of you.

You didn’t lose to your opponent. You lost to your own assumption.

Track me down.

[…]

*Cutting him off*
No. Don’t apologize. Learn.

(The General comes closer and gives the officer a pat on his leg)

*With a low and patient instructor voice*
Look. Your weight is sitting on your front foot.
That commits you before you’ve even made a decision.

Keep it centered.

Make me tell you where I’m going.

Don’t tell me first.

Now try again.

[Medium Pause] (The officer steadies his breathing | His stance is noticeably cleaner this time as he doesn’t rush to attack | Then he commits to a shorter and more controlled strike towards the General who slips just outside the blade’s line of attack and steps inside the officer’s guard | He briefly settles his hand against the officer’s shoulder and lightly hooks the officer’s leading foot with his own | The General’s next movement is almost invisible and the officer loses balance before he even understands why, forcing him to catch himself on one knee)

*Low and warmer*
Better.

*With approval*
See? You finally forced me to actually move.
That’s good.

[…]

*Dry*
Unfortunately… you forgot the ground.

You tried to stop a strike. Wrong priority.

*Sharper now*
Break my footing.
If I can’t stand… I can’t hit you.

[…]

(The General indicates with his hand where the officer’s stance failed)

*Lecturing tone*
Every fight begins here.

(A brief tap against the officer’s chest)

Not here.

(A light tap against the blade)

And certainly not here.

[…]

*A firm command*
Stand.

[…] (Feet shuffling as the officer rises again)

*With acknowledgement*
You’ve improved.

*Warning tone*
But you’re still readable.
In a real fight, that half-second is where you die.

Now. Return to formation.

[…] (The officers re-align)

You may continue.

[Longer Pause] (Boots shifting as the officers prepare to continue | The General quietly exhales once and turns slightly as if to move on to the next group | Suddenly, hurried footsteps approach him across the edge of the yard | A soldier enters the perimeter quickly and only slows down once he’s reached an acceptable distance to the General, saluting him now)

…Yes, Soldier?

[…]

*Slightly confused then dismissive*
Someone… wishes to see me?
That is not how this works. This is a training ground. Not a reception hall.

[…]

*Caught off guard then sharp*
-My what?
Repeat that.

[…]

I’m sorry… my wife?

[…]

I was not aware I had one.

[…]

Don’t tell me you let her pass the outer gate.

[…]

*Demanding*
A letter. Right. So, the guards turned her away as instructed. Then what?

[…]

*With a sharp exhale then scolding tone*
And that absurd claim was enough to convince you?
Since when do our security protocols rely on vague rumors and observations?

[…]

Soldier. That is a statement you validate with confirmation, not your gut feeling.

Which gate?

[…]

Was she escorted?

[…]

*Slightly relieved*
Good. Then no breach occurred.

[…]

*Quietly protective*
No report on this matter is necessary. She will not be questioned about this.
… Nor corrected.

[…]

No disciplinary action against the guards.

And certainly, none against her.

[…]

*Flat*
You acted within the limits of your assessment.
That will be the end of this matter.

[…]

Return to your duty. I will handle this from here.

[Long Pause] (The General starts moving toward the northern gate | A smaller iron side gate next to the large main entrance opens and closes | He slightly slows down as he spots the Listener waiting beyond the guard’s reach)

*Teasingly gruff | With a soft smirk in his voice*
So, you’re the reason I was pulled out of training. Thought so.

[…]

I was told you informed the guards you are my… wife?
That is a… very specific… choice of wording.
Do you have any idea what kind of position that puts them in?

[…] (#)

*Warm | Soft*
No, they cannot simply deny you. And they cannot ignore a claim like that without questioning it. So, they escorted you in.
*Slightly playful and teasing*
Which, I suppose, is the politest way someone has ever allowed my dear wife access to a military facility.

[…] (#)

*Gentle and soothing*
No… It’s okay. You’re not particularly in trouble.

Just… don’t repeat that word at a gate again.
Not without understanding what it implies for protocol.

[…]

*Drop to a deeper, lower, intense tone*
But… if you are going to use that title…
At least stay close enough for me to answer for it when used.

[…]

*Returning to the present emergency*
Now. What was urgent enough to pull you through a guarded gate and into a training ground?

[…] (#) (Fabric/Paper rustling as she pulls out a letter and holds it to him)

A letter? May I…?

[…] (#) (He gently takes it from her hand)

*Warm and tender | Almost a whisper*
Thank you.

[…] (He musters the letter)

A military stamp. Where did you get it from?

[…] (#)

*Slightly suspicious*
Strange. Letters like this aren’t usually delivered directly to my house. Let’s see…

(He opens the letter and unfolds the paper)

[…]

(As the General reads it quietly to himself, his soft smile begins to fade)

*Whispering in shock*
What…?

[…] (The warmth from his face has completely disappeared now | His jaw is snapped shut and the muscles along his jawline are clenching | A small rustle of paper as he grips the letter firmer now)

*Icy and dangerous as his anger locks in*
No… No, no, no.

*Fierce with quiet rage*
Who authorized this?

(Paper flipping aggressively)

You’ve got to be kidding me.

…He signed it.

(Paper flipping again)

*Gravelly whisper with hatred*
…Storn.

Of course. Of course it was Storn.

Gods. This man.

[…]

He has crossed the line this time.

[…] (#) (The General is already moving)

*Determined | Still calm but visibly tense*
I’ll explain on the way, but right now, I’m not leaving you out of my sight.
You’re coming with me.

[Small Pause] (#) (Footsteps on gravel as they start moving closer toward the inner gate and guards)

We’re heading to the Commander’s Post.
I will deal with Storn myself, but while we are there, I’m getting you an official warrant.

That way, you’ll be able to enter the military facilities safely without any trouble at all.

[Small Pause]

*To the guards | A sharp command with his voice raised*
Open the gate. Stand down until I return.

[…] (The sound of chains rattling and heavy wooden gates opening | The guards salute and the General turns his body back to face her | Then he gives her a look that lasts longer than intended | His anger toward Storn slightly fading as he quietly reads her posture now)

*Voice lowering immediately as he talks with her again | Soft and soothing*
You’re still standing like you’re waiting for permission to exist in this space.
…Relax your shoulders. It’s okay…

*Warm | With a satisfied smile in his voice*
There…That’s better.

Come on. Let’s go.

[…] (Footsteps on gravel as both start moving toward the exit gate | She slightly lags behind him | He realizes and immediately slows down until his pace matches hers | Then he tilts his head toward her)

*Observant*
That is too much distance between us.

*With a low, private chuckle*
You were bold enough to use my name to get inside. Don’t hide behind me now. Step up.
*With a lowered and deep tone*
A General’s wife belongs right beside him, not trailing in his shadow like a stranger.

[…] (#)

*With a breathless laugh at her protest*
What? You started this charade, not me.
You wanted my title at the gate, now stand next to the man who bears it. Keep pace.

[Brief Pause] (A heavy iron latch clicks and creaks open as the General pushes the exit gate wide open for her)

After you.

[Medium Pause] (A low, indistinct chatter from the guards fades in as they walk past the outer gate | As the guards turn to look at them, the Listener slightly tenses up and she shifts her gaze down | The General notices that immediately and steps up closer to shield her from their stares)

*Soft and protective*
Hey… eyes up here. You don’t owe these men an explanation, so don’t watch the ground as if you do. Let them look all they want. You have every right to be here.

[Medium Pause] (The gate closes | Chatter from the guards fades out | The sound of footsteps on gravel transitioning onto a stone path fills the silence as they leave the training yards behind)

*Genuine*
Regarding the letter… I apologize if my expression alarmed you back there.
It was not my intention…

[…] (#)

No, the household is perfectly safe. You did well to bring it directly to me.

[…]

*Going back to his frustration*
The issue lies with… Commander Storn.

*Reflective then flat*
You’ve probably never heard me mention him. I rarely do.
He… let’s say… trained me. People often assume that I admire him. I don’t.

(A distant whistle of the wind can be heard)

He has issued an order that directly contradicts my own.

[Brief Pause] (The Listener quietly slips her hand into his cloak | He stops talking as she tucks her cold fingers deeply into the folds of his warm cloak with a soft rustle of heavy wool fabric | He looks down at her)

[…]

* With a surprised huff | Soft and quietly attentive | Deeply touched*
…Cold hands?

(He doesn’t pull away)

*With a breathless chuckle*
You just slipped them straight into my cloak… Are you actually freezing, or is this your way of telling me to stop talking?

(He lets out a very quiet and slow exhale | His shoulders drop as some of the tension leaves his body | Then he shifts his hand inside the heavy fabric, reaching for her hand)

Wait… Let me… Your fingers are like ice.

(He wraps his hand around hers, squeezing tightly)

*Deeply intimate and warm*
There… Keep them like this. My hands are warm anyway…
The least they can do is be useful to you.

[Medium Pause] (He holds her gaze for a beat longer, then focuses back on the road)

*Trying to refocus on his anger*
About Storn…

He authorized a forced relocation of…
certain individuals… under my legal protection.
Entirely behind my back. Without my signature.

[…] (#)

Well… because he used to hold the title as the General of Cavalry before me, and he still believes his authority supersedes mine.

[…]

Discipline and order exist for a reason. When men begin to ignore them and do as they please, innocent people pay the price.
And I will not tolerate that kind of reckless behavior.

[…]

*Focused*
We are going to the Post to revoke his orders.

And since you are already by my side, I will have the scribes prepare your official papers today. I meant what I said. No more relying on lies to reach me in an emergency.

[…]

*Calmly strategic*
However, I would rather speak with Storn first, then we shall request your warrant.

[…]

*Softly grounding*
Come. The steps to the Post are just ahead. Stay close.

(Footsteps on stone path and the wind fade out~)

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(~Footsteps on stone hallway floors and quiet chattering in the background fade in)

(Both are standing next to Commander Storn’s office now | His office door is open partially)

*Protective whisper*
Alright… you stay right here. I’ll be with you in a minute.

*Amused | Calling out casually through the open door*
Why? I’d like to finally meet her.

*Sharp and cold*
No.

*Provocative | With a smirk*
Come now.
I’ve heard enough about her already. Seems only fair.

You have no reason to know anything about her.

*Enjoying himself*
And yet I do. Interesting how that works.

[Medium Pause] (A heavy, tense silence | The General studies the Listener’s face as he’s weighing whether he should let her come along | Then he makes a decision)

*A low whisper to the Listener | dead-serious*
Listen… In that room, you do not speak unless I tell you to.

If at any point I tell you to leave… You leave. Do not argue.

*A little softer now*
And… One request.
No matter what you hear in there… Do not pity me.

Understood?

[…] (#)

Alright… Stay next to me.

[Medium Pause] (The General and the Listener enter Commander Storn’s office | The General closes the door behind them | Commander Storn sits behind a heavy oak desk with papers in front him | He doesn’t look up immediately and lets the silence stretch just long enough to assert dominance | When he finally raises his head, his eyes lock onto the Listener with a sharp and knowing smile)

*With a slow smirk as he looks up*
Ah…
So this is her.

[…]

*A dismissive and calculated insult*
Smaller than I expected-

*A lethal warning*
Finish that sentence.

[…]

Go on. Finish it.

*Calm*
I was making an observation.

You were about to make a mistake.

*Amused by the General’s anger*
Protective, are we?

We are not discussing her.

You transferred two children under my guardianship without authorization.
We are discussing that.

Straight to business.
Good.
Saves us both time.

*Low, unbendable command*
You are sending them back. Today.

Why? They’re just some children.

Exactly. They are just children.

Children without parents.
Without prospects.
And without a future.

[…]

I’ve read their files.
Four years in that orphanage.
Four years.
Nobody came for them.
Nobody adopted them.
Nobody wanted them.

[…]

Not even you.

Say that again.

What?

I want to make sure I heard you correctly.

Oh, you heard me.

Good. Then we’re only dealing with arrogance.
Not incompetence.

Still got a sharp tongue when you’re angry.

And you still mistake restraint for agreement.

You signed the guardianship papers and then left them in an orphanage.
You visited what?
Once?
Twice?

You know exactly why.

Do I?

You were given access to every report.
Every document and every recommendation.
You know the answer.

*With a dry and cold smile*
And yet they stayed there.

Because that was what was best for them.

Or what was easiest for you?

Be careful.

You spent four years paying for children who barely acknowledge your existence.

And that was my choice.

A strange one.

No. The strange choice was sending them to a military camp.

*Incredulous*
What? You think I’m wrong?
Those children have spent years rotting away in that place.
At least my camp gives their suffering a purpose.

Purpose.

Yes, purpose.
I provide them with food, with training, and with structure. I give them a future.

You gave them uniforms.

Useful uniforms.

Useful…?

You took two children.
Without informing their legal guardian.
Without informing the orphanage.
Without informing me.

And now you’d like to discuss usefulness?

The world outside these walls is cruel, and I teach them how to bite back.

I mean…
*Gesturing at the General’s uniform*
Look at you.
You’re the perfect example.

Do not compare me to them.

Why not?

Because they are children.

*Cutting deep*
So were you.

*Proud of his ‘creation’*
And look how well that turned out.

[…]

*Bitter and raw but calm*
Yes.
Look how well that turned out.

A twelve-year-old who learned how to stop crying because he was told it was weakness.
Who learned that grief was inefficiency, and exhaustion something to be proud of.

*Sarcastic*
You are correct. Look how well that turned out.

And yet it made you strong.

*Flat*
No.

It made me useful. There is a difference.

Useful enough to become General.

After you stopped being one.

[…]

*Narrowing his eyes | Tone hardening*
Still blaming me for that?

No. If I were still blaming you… You wouldn’t be sitting behind that desk.

Because personally…
If it had been my decision four years ago…
You would’ve retired alongside the rest of your command.

Be grateful the council was more forgiving than I am.

Watch yourself.

Your reports were incomplete.
The evacuation routes wrong and your intelligence outdated.

Because of that, civilians entered an active warzone.

A mother died.

Two children lost everything they had.

And you lost your command.

*Hissing through his teeth*
You think I don’t remember?

*Spitting back with disgust*
I think you remember exactly just enough to make excuses.

Without me, you’d still be some nobody swinging a sword in a training yard.

Without you, those children would still have a mother.

[…]

You are sending them back to the exact thing I pulled them out of.

It was four years ago.
Do you seriously think they still remember?

*Deep, breathless whisper*
You weren’t there.

God. Not this again.

You weren’t there.

You did not hear them.
You did not see them.
You did not carry them out of that field.

So do not stand there and tell me what they remember.

Because not even I forgot.

[…]

They watched their mother die.
Watched men kill each other in front of them.
They saw what war does.

And your solution is to hand them a sword.
Turn abandoned children into soldiers.

They’re young.
Young means adaptable.
Young means teachable.
Useful.

Young means they should not be learning how to kill people.

*With a scoff | mocking*
Oh, that’s a very noble speech.
Coming from the General of Cavalry himself.

*Tone dropping dangerously low*
Noble?
You mistake restraint for kindness.

And what you’re hearing is restraint.

[…]

You have interrupted me four times since I entered this office.
Questioned my authority. Insulted my legal wards.

And I allowed all of it.
*With pure hatred and disgust*
Because I wanted to know whether there was still enough judgment left in you to stop.

There isn’t.

[…]

So, listen carefully.
Because from this point onward, this is no longer a discussion.

Those children return to the orphanage.

And every order you signed is cancelled.
Every document revoked.
And every officer who received those orders will receive mine instead.

[…]

You will not interfere.
Nor appeal it.

Because I am no longer asking.
I am informing you.

[Medium Pause]

*Slow | A breathless gasp of manic satisfaction | With a proud and twisted smile spreading wide*
Ah…
There it is.

*Deeply admiring*
That’s my work right there.

I knew eventually you’d start thinking like a commander.
You may pretend otherwise… but everything standing in front of me…

I built.

That voice.
That look.
That restraint.

Do you hear yourself?
You don’t shout.
You don’t lose control.
You never have to.

One sentence… and everyone in the room knows exactly who commands it.

I taught you that.

[…]

*Nostalgic but with a soft and mocking laugh*
I remember when you could barely lift a practice sword.
You cried every time you lost.
Every. Single. Time.

*With victory in his eyes*
I took that weakness away from you.

I taught you discipline.
Taught you command.
Taught you to think before you felt.

To bury hesitation.
Make decisions no one else wanted to make.

And now look at you…

General of Cavalry.

Youngest in the kingdom.
Respected.
Feared.
Obeyed.

[…]

*Whispering like a dark, loving father*
Exactly as I intended.

(Commander Storn lets his gaze wander over to the Listener)

Even she looks at you differently now.

(Storn slowly looks back at the General)

You should thank me.

Because without me…
There wouldn’t be a man standing in front of me right now.
Only a frightened little boy.

[…]

You are everything I spent years building.

[…]

No.

You taught me how to survive.
That is not the same thing.

You made a decision four years ago.
And you are still trying to rewrite it into something it was not.

Your father would’ve-

*Loud snap*
Do not.

You have spoken enough.

The children return to the orphanage today.
Not tomorrow. Not after review. Today.

Every transfer you issued is revoked.
Every document associated with this project is destroyed.

And if anyone asks you why…
You will tell them the truth. That it is no longer yours to decide.

*Forcing Storn to submit*
Do you understand me, Commander?

[…]

*Sharp*
Answer.

[…]

*Defeated | Jaw clenched*
Yes… General.

[…]

Good.

Then we’re finished.

[…] (The General turns to leave)

*Quietly desperate*
You really would choose two orphaned children…
over everything we built?

[…]

I already have.
And I’d do it again.

You’re making a mistake.

No. I am correcting yours.

[…] (He opens the door now | Lets the Listener leave the room first, then he also steps outside and leaves Commander Storn’s office | Door closes | He doesn’t look at her and immediately walks down the hallway | She’s quietly following him on his side)

[Long Pause]

*With a long and heavy breath*
He talks too much… he always has…

(The Listener looks at him with a concerned expression on her face)

*A low plea*
Don’t.

You promised. No pity… remember?

[…]

*Quietly observant | Checking in on her mood*
…You’re awfully quiet. I expected questions.

(The General’s footsteps get slightly slower now)

*Soft with regret*
You weren’t meant to hear any of that. At least not like this.

[…]

He has always had a remarkable talent… for confusing provocation with conversation.
And as if that’s not enough, he also likes to have an audience.

[…] (He slows down once again | Then stopping in a hallway intersection)

*With an exhale | Returning professional, but still caring*
I’ll collect your warrant myself.
No point in making you wait through another hour of paperwork.

*Gentle*
You may head home. I’ll join you as soon as possible.

I intend to personally watch that every order has been revoked and the children have returned safely.

I signed my name beneath their guardianship after all.
That responsibility does not end until they’re home.

[Small Pause] (He looks at her with guilt in his eyes)

*Voice dropping to a fragile whisper*
…I owe you an explanation.

But not one given while walking through military corridors.
That deserves considerably more than a minute.

[…] (Footsteps approach the two | A lieutenant salutes him)

*Abruptly switching back to alert General*
Hold that thought. We have company.

[…] (The Lieutenant comes to a stop right in front of them)

*Crisp*
Lieutenant.

[…]

Report.

[…]

Tomorrow morning?

The High Council.

[…]

Important?

[…]

*Scoffing softly*
Of course, they didn’t specify.

[…]

Very well. Tell them I received the notice. You’re dismissed.

[…] (The Lieutenant leaves | The General turns back to her)

*Exhaling fully and turning his whole softer attention back*
My apologies.

[…]

*Struggling slightly | Vulnerable and warm tone*
I meant to say that…

I may be slightly later than intended.
…But I will come home.

[…]

*Direct and protective*
I’ll have someone escort you back.

[…] (#)

*Surprised*
…No?

*Firm*
I wasn’t exactly asking.

[…] (#)

This isn’t a game. My job is to eliminate risks, and right now, you walking back alone is a risk I am not comfortable taking.

[…] (#)

Don’t shake your head at me.
I am responsible for every life on this base, including yours.
Especially yours. So do not push me on this.

[…] (#)

…And there it is. That defiant little spark in your eyes.
God… It’s a miracle my men still think I’m in charge here.
You really love testing my patience, don’t you?

[…] (#)

*With a soft sigh*
…Fine.

*Stern but deeply caring*
But stay on the main road.
If anyone gives you trouble… mention my name.

[…] (#) (The General already slightly turns to leave)

*Pausing mid-turn | With a tender tone*
…And… Please… don’t wait up for me.

*Softly spoken*
I’ll be home as soon as I can.

 

Helloouu everyone!
I made it! Part 4 is FINALLY done!

This script was... definitely a challenge. 😭
I've actually been writing this alongside two other projects at the same time, which means my brain has basically been rotating between three completely different worlds for the past few weeks. Buttt I think it turned out great!

I also somehow ended up writing an absurd amount of scene directions and SFX notes for this one. Wayyy more than I originally intended. Though a lot of them obviously won't be directly heard in a final audio, but they really helped me visualize what was happening and keep track of the emotional pacing.

This episode also tackles some much heavier topics than the previous parts, which made it surprisingly difficult to write in a way that still felt natural and true to the character.
I must say, I actually spent a lot of time trying to make sure the General still felt like himself even during his lowest moment. Sooo letting those walls crack without completely breaking who he is took quite a bit of wrestling!

Alsooo, tiny warning for everyone following the series...
This is actually the last slightly pre-written episode I had for Officially Assigned. Which means Part 5 is where I'm officially entering the "I have ideas but now I actually have to write them" phase.
Sooo if the next part takes a little longer, that's probably why. 😭🙏

I really want to do the next chapter justice and not rush it, especially considering what's planned for these two!

Thank you for sticking around and being patient!

As always, thank you all for reading, listening, commenting and supporting this little story! It genuinely means a lot to me! 💕

I hope you enjoy Part 4!

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⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS ⚠️

This script contains themes and depictions of:

• PTSD / trauma responses
• Panic attack
• Hyperventilation
• Nightmares and flashbacks
• Grief and survivor's guilt
• Mentions of war and death
• References to blood and severe injuries
• Emotional breakdown / crying
• Raised voices and shouting
• Intense emotional distress

Please read/listen responsibly and take care of yourself!

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SCRIPT SPECIFIC NOTES:

- The extended sleeping sequence such as the rain ambience throughout the entire script is highly recommended.

- Sorry in advance for the sheer amount of stage directions and SFX notes... 😭

- Some SFX suggestions and scene directions blend together at times. I hope it isn't too confusing!

- Feel free to add additional sobs, yawns, breaths, swallows, or small vocalizations wherever they feel natural!

- A lot of the pauses are intentionally built into the formatting, paragraph spacing, voice directions, and SFX cues rather than being marked individually. Because of that, the pauses in this script are often significantly longer than they may initially appear on paper.

- I highly encourage trusting your instincts and allowing scenes to breathe naturally.

- Please don't be afraid of silence! The emotional pacing of this script relies heavily on it.

- Many of the marked pauses work especially well when filled with breathing, fabric movement, quiet rain ambience, or subtle emotional reactions.

- Close-mic breathing works particularly well during the comfort and cuddle scenes.

- Feel free to play around with additional fabric rustling sounds. I intentionally left many of them out for readability.

- Listener responses are mostly omitted in this script because many moments can be interpreted differently depending on performance choices.

- Most importantly: take your time with it. This script works best when nothing feels rushed!

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KEY:

[…] - Pauses

(…)  - Stage directions / SFX cues

*…*  - Voice direction

(#) – Listener’s replies

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

You've slept uneasily ever since the General abruptly left your lap earlier that evening.

Something has felt wrong for days now.

The exhaustion written in his face and the way he keeps staring at the rain whenever he thinks nobody is looking.

Then, in the middle of the night, a loud crash tears you awake.

At first, you think you've imagined it.

Then another sound follows.

It's coming from the General's chambers.

Worried, you leave your room and make your way through the dark hallway.

What you hear behind his door doesn't sound like the General you know at all.

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(Listener’s footsteps on wooden floor | Stopping in front of the closed door of the General’s chambers | Then silence revealing the sounds coming from inside)

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Muffled sounds from behind the door:
- Dull, heavy, chaotic thudding of his footsteps against the floorboards
- Heavy panting, ragged gasps, breathless whimpers that sound nothing like the man she knows
- A sudden and violent thud against wood
- Open flat palm pounding against the wooden desk
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(Listener entering, worried | Door opens slowly with a quiet creak | Rain pounding against the window | Listener looks at the sweat-bathed General | His breath stops for a moment, and for a split second he looks at her with fear in his watery eyes | Then he turns away, instinctively hiding his right arm from her searching gaze)

*Low | Rough | Trembling with panic*
What are you doing here? Get out.

You aren’t supposed to be here.
You aren’t supposed to see me like this.

(The Listener doesn’t budge)

*Strained with defensive authority*
Just leave me be.

[…]

Why are you still standing there? Walk away!

(Soft rustle of clothes as the Listener slightly moves a step forward with a deeply concerned and worried expression on her face)

*Raising his voice sharply*
I am telling you to get out! Turn around and leave!

(A massive crash as his left palm slams hard against the heavy wooden desk)

*A raw scream from the top of his lungs*
I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!

(The echo of his scream bounces off the walls and then the silence fills with the pounding rain outside | His eyes wide now, locked onto the Listener | Sheer horror washes over his face from realization | His shoulders drop and tears begin to fill his eyes)

*Breathless | Devastated whisper | Broken by crying*
…I told you to leave… No, no… God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…
I didn’t mean to…

(A choked, loud sob rips from his chest | His knees give out and he slowly slides down against the side of his desk while his shaky hands rub his face | A clumsy/heavy thud and the rustle of his clothes indicate that he’s on the floor now | Listener slowly approaching him)

*Muffled by his hands | A breathless and weak plea*
Please… Please… I can’t…

(He flinches as the Listener’s hand makes contact with his shoulder, leaving him trembling | He gradually grounds himself with her touch as he tries to hold on to reality)

*Slightly more alert now | Slurred | Trembling*
What are you… No, wait… Your hands… Please… Why won’t it stop…?

(A sudden, deafening crack of thunder followed immediately by a heavy sheet of rain lashing against the window | The Generals entire body goes completely rigid with a heavy flinch as he lets out a sharp, gut-punched grunt with tears rolling down his face | His pupils dilate in terror while violently gasping for air | He grabs his right arm in panic, brutally massaging it now while forcefully pulling himself away from the Listener like a wild animal)

*Hysterical | Hyperventilating | Almost screaming*
No, stop… My arm… My arm- I don’t feel it… I don’t feel it! Not again!

Make it stop… Make it stop! Please… It’s burning… Why is it burning…?!

Please… It’s everywhere… It won’t stop!

It’s all blood… The rain… Make it stop!...

*More breathless now*
I can’t move… I can’t move my arm… It feels dead… It hurts…

I can’t… I can’t breathe… What are you… Don’t… Don’t-

(A terrified intake of breath as her arms lock around him | He doesn’t pull away, instead, his hands lock into the fabric of her clothes, and his grip turns into an agonizingly tight hold as he leans into her, clinging for stability)

*With a terrified intake of breath and crying into her desperately*
I tried… I tried… I really tried… Don’t let go…

Stay… Stay with me… Wake up… Please… Wake up!

Come on… Get up… Please… Please don’t- No. No… Stop screaming… Stop!

(He buries his face deep into her neck, sobbing and his whole body shaking violently | His grip strengthening so hard the Listener can barely move)

*Choking on his breath*
Make them stop! It’s too loud… Stop… They’re not coming back…
Please… Make them stop… Stop screaming!

No! Wake up!... Just wake up!... Please…

They’re gone… Everyone is gone…

It hurts so bad… I can’t breathe…

I want it to stop! I just want it to stop! Please, just make it stop!

(The General is huddled against her, choking on his tears, frantically breathing as his panic spends the last of his physical energy | The Listener holds him tightly with her hands firmly wrapped around his massive body)
(SFX: Heavy rustling of fabric)

[LONG Pause]

(The Listener starts gently stroking the back of his head now | His hyperventilating slowly stretches out into long, trembling, exhausted breaths)
(SFX: Gentle, continuous friction of a hand smoothing over fabric and hair)

[LONG Pause]

(His muscles are slowly going completely heavy now, and his body is hanging limp against her | But his internal defenses are already pulling him back to reality)
(SFX: A deep, heavy sigh against her neck | Then a soft swallow)

*Low and breathless whisper*
Just… Just give me a moment…

(The General falls silent now)
(SFX: Absolute silence fills the room for a few seconds | Steady patter of the rain outside | His heavy, calming breaths | Skin-on-hair friction of her hand)

[Long Pause]

*Strained and dry*
I know… Don’t say anything…

I would appreciate it if we never discussed this again…

(Listener slightly shifting on the floorboard, then grabbing his arm, pulling it upward to help his massive frame stand up)
(SFX: Shifting of weight and the heavy scuff of boots on the wooden floor)

*Resistant whisper*
No… I’m not getting up…

(The Listener stops pulling in confusion)
(SFX: Quick shuffling of feet on the wood)

*Weak with light panic*
That’s not what I meant… I can’t… My legs… They won’t… I don’t feel them.

(Her grip slightly loosening now)

*Breathless gasp*
No- Wait… Don’t let go- please… I’m trying…

(She forces his weight up, deliberately hauling his heavy frame off the floor while keeping her grip tight)
(SFX: Heavy fabric rustle | The wooden floorboards quietly creak under the weight)

*With forced movement*
Easy…

(She supports his weight and gently guides him toward the bed)
(SFX: Slow, heavy, uncoordinated footsteps shuffling across the floor)

*Mumbling tightly*
I know… I know… I’m moving… God… I hate this… It’s so pathetic.

(He stumbles slightly, and his hand tightens into her clothes to stabilize himself)
(SFX: Sudden rustle of heavy cloth)

*With sudden panic*
No. Don’t step away… Just- just stay there… Please…

(SFX: Some final heavy footsteps | Soft creak of the bed as he sits down on the edge)

[Medium Pause]

*With quiet shame | Still breathing heavily*
You… should not have seen that…

[…]

Not because of you...

Because of me.

[…]

That was… not… exactly dignified.

[…]

(His shaky, trembling hands cover his face)

*Muffled behind his hands | Broken with tears returning*
God…

I screamed at you. I screamed at you…

I’m sorry… I am so sorry…

You were trying to help me… And I-

God…

I didn’t mean it…

I wasn’t… I wasn’t seeing you. I…

(His hands drop heavily from his face, resting in his lap now as he looks blankly into a dark corner of the room)

*Breathless and wide-eyed*
For a second, I thought-

I wasn’t here anymore.

I thought I was back there again…

I could hear them…

And then… Then you touched me and-

I didn’t know who was touching me. I didn’t know where I was.

I’m sorry…

(The Listener silently climbs onto the bed mattress beside him)
(SFX: The mattress creaks softly and sheets rustle)

*Sudden and defensive whisper*
What are you-

You don’t have to… No, that’s not necessary.

You cannot simply climb into a general’s bed.

(She wraps her hands around him from behind and pulls him back | He stiffens up and slightly twists his torso away from her touch even though he lets her guide him)
(SFX: Heavy rustle of fabric)

*Strained and flat with a forced distance*
No. This is exactly how people end up attached.

And then they make terrible decisions.

You should not be here…

(Eventually, he stops resisting, turning his body towards her and melting fully into her embrace)
(SFX: A long, shuddering exhale leaving his chest)

*Broken to a soft and defeated whisper*
You should go…

[…]

Not now. Just-

Eventually.

Because if you keep doing things like this…

(He buries his face deep into the crook of her neck/shoulder | Sinking his full weight into her as they lie entwined on the bed | The Listener gently stroking the back of his head)
(SFX: Fabric slides against fabric as they settle into the mattress | Continuous friction of hand against hair | The rain gets gradually quieter)

Never mind…

[…] (He’s muffled entirely against her skin now)

*Muffled and exhausted whisper*
Mh… Your hand… Stay…

Just for a minute… If that’s alright…

(He hesitantly loosens his grip and tries to pull his body back away from her)
(SFX: A soft rustle of sheets)

*Sudden change in tone | Quiet/Breathless with embarrassment*
My apologies… I should let go of you-

I am not exactly built for this-

(The Listener pulls him back firmly into the hug, holding him even closer to her chest now while gently caressing his back)
(SFX: Sharp rustling of sheets)

*A surprised in- or exhale*

Right…

We have apparently moved beyond discussion…

*Low | Weak in tone*
Mh- You are making it remarkably difficult…

[…]

Let me know if this becomes… too much….

(Her fingers slide back in his hair, gently caressing the back of his head | He completely gives in now, practically melting into her and slightly nuzzling his face deeper into her chest)
(SFX: Rhythmic stroking sounds of skin against hair)

[Longer Pause]

*Soft, relaxed and relieved*
Mmh…

It’s quieter now.

The noise.

It’s quieter.

Whenever you touch the back of my head like that…  It gets quieter.

I don’t know why.

I noticed that yesterday…

Don’t stop… Please…

(SFX: His breathing patterns become slower and more relaxed)

[Long Pause]

*Drowsy and slightly more distant*
I haven’t had one that bad in a long time.

Usually, I wake up sooner. Force myself out of it before it gets that far.

I know the signs…

The rain. The headaches. Lack of sleep.

I knew it was coming. I just thought-

I thought I could handle it.

*With an exhausted/fading chuckle*
Apparently not.

(Her other hand gently strokes up his right shoulder | Her fingertips slowing down as they hit a thick, raised ridge in his skin)
(SFX: Soft friction of skin on skin and fabric)

[Medium Pause]

*Foggy and detached*
It’s always the same day. Always the same field…

The same rain. Same screams.

(Her fingers blindly trace the length of the scar now | He looks at her with unblinking intensity | His gaze at her is raw and heavy)

[Small Pause]

*Low and hollow*
It goes further than that.

The scar.

You’re only touching the part on the shoulder.

It starts here…

(He gently takes her hand by the wrist, moving her fingers down along his skin to show her the full length of the wound | Her stroking hand on his head stops for a moment)

*Monotone*
Shoulder.

Across my ribs.

Down the arm.

To the wrist.

(He lets her hand go and carefully tucks his arm back over her torso | Her hand immediately resumes tracing and gently stroking the scar)

*Flat and empty now*
They thought I would lose the arm entirely.

[Medium Pause]

*With deep and silent exhaustion*
I used to cover it because… people stared…

Then I covered it because I got tired of explaining it…

Now… I think… I cover it because if I don’t…

It feels real again.

(Her movement on his arm suddenly stops, and her palm is resting completely still against his skin now)

*Faint/Urgent whisper*
No… don’t stop…

It’s fine.

(Her hand slowly resumes the gentle stroking up and down his arm)

[Small Pause]

*Heavy with old grief*
That day… There were five of us.

And by the end… only one.

I attended the funeral.

Stood there.

Listened to his wife scream when they told her.

(His eyes getting watery)

*Breathless | Breaking slightly*
And I felt nothing.

That was the frightening part.

No grief… No guilt… Nothing.

It came later. Every bit of it.

[Medium Pause]

*Deeply shaken*
I should have stopped him.

[…]

*Lost in memories*
He never listened to me either.

Stubborn man. Infuriatingly stubborn.

If you told him not to do something, he would immediately start considering it.

[…]

*With a tiny, fond but tired huff*
Reminds me of someone, actually.

[…]

You know…

He would have liked you.

[Brief Pause]

Actually no. That’s not true.

The two of you would have been unbearable together.

[…]

Same habit of ignoring perfectly reasonable instructions.

Always deciding you know better and refusing to walk away when told.

[…]

Though that’s not why I-

(He abruptly cuts himself off | A small but heavy silence fills the room)
(SFX: Distant sounds of rain lashing against the windows)

*Voice drops lower going back to a tight tone*
Never mind. Forget I said that.

[Brief Pause]

After that day, everyone kept asking what happened.

So eventually I gave them an answer.

Protocol.

Lack of discipline.

Failure to follow orders…

It was easier that way… Easier than admitting I simply wasn’t fast enough.

[…]

So, I started believing it.

That if everyone followed the rules…

Nobody would ever have to die like that again.

(The Listener’s other hand returns to the back of his head while keeping the other hand on his shoulder)
(SFX: Rhythmic stroking)

[Longer Pause]

*Weak and completely defenseless | With a sleepy smile in his voice*
Mmh… You’re doing both now…

The shoulder… And the back of my head…

That seems unfair… I have absolutely no defense against that…

It’s nice…

(He lets his whole weight melt on her and buries his face into her even deeper | Then he slightly tenses up in realization and tries to move back again)

*Drowsy but still self-conscious | With a trace of his protective instinct*
Wait- Am I… Am I too heavy like this? I should probably let go a little-

(SFX: Fabric rustles as the Listener gently pulls him back to her chest)

*A deeply content murmur*
Mh… Alright… Let me know if this becomes uncomfortable…

[Long Pause]

*Relaxed and sleepier now*
The rain… sounds different from here...

Usually, I hear it from my desk. Or… the window.

I’ve never listened to it like this before.

[Small Pause]

*A soft whisper*
I can hear your heartbeat...

That’s… oddly reassuring…

(He falls silent for a long moment | His unblinking, dull gaze fixed into the darkness of the room as he resists sleep)

[Long Pause]

*Dry and observant*
You keep looking at me.

*Slurred and softer now*
I know. My eyes are open. I am aware. I am trying…

I just… don’t want to fall asleep yet.

(His arms grip her a bit firmer, locking tightly around her waist as if making sure she’s still there)

[Medium Pause]

*Thoughtful and deeply vulnerable*
This is unfamiliar.

[…] (#)

No, not the nightmares. This part.

[…]

Nobody ever really…

I mean-

I spent years learning how to function without… this…

*With a sad, sleepy and breathless laugh*
Apparently, nobody ever taught me what to do when someone is actually just trying to help.

[…]

Usually, people just… leave.

Which is reasonable. I generally encourage it.

And then I just… wait for it to pass… alone…

(A soft rustle as he slightly moves his head up | He’s blinking through the drowsiness to look at the Listener’s face)

*Slurred and entirely softened*
But you’re still here.

I keep expecting you to leave. And you keep refusing to do so.

[…]

You are remarkably stubborn.

I hope you know that.

(His head rolls back down into her chest | His eyes gradually closing)
(SFX: A quiet, heavy yawn escapes him)

*Murmuring into her | Sleepy*
I even think you’re worse than the cat…

Actually, no.

Nobody is worse than Milo.

[…]

He likes you.

Buttercup likes you.

Somehow, the soldiers like you.

Bones likes you.

Which is unfortunate.

Bones has terrible judgment.

[…]

No.

His judgment is excellent. Usually.

Which is considerably more concerning.

(He nuzzles deeply into her chest | His entire body going completely limp and relaxed against her now)

[Longer Pause]

*A soft fading mumble stretching into a slow sleep rhythm*
Mmh… The back of my head again…

There it is… Everything gets quieter…

*With a quiet yawn*
Don’t stop…

Mmh…

Stay…

Just until I fall asleep…

Then you can go.

(He’s almost asleep now)

*A final breathing murmur | Barely a thought*
But… You don’t actually have to go…

(The General drifts into a deep sleep now -->  EXTENDED SLEEPING SEQUENCE)

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SFX / VOICING SUGGESTIONS:

Tone in general: Vocal fry and close-mic breathing

~ Low, Rumbling Chest Hum – Like a very soft, vibrating “Mmmh…” from the back of the throat
~ Long, Soft Exhale – A slow, quiet, and soft release of breath (“Huuuuh…”)
~ A Sleepy Nuzzle Mumble – Something like a tiny, incoherent, half-breath “Mh…” sound
~ Sleep Mumbling – Murmuring muffled, low, slurred, and incomprehensible words in sleep
~ An Exhausted Breath – A slightly deeper and sudden intake of air that releases into a long sigh
~ A Heavy Sleep Sigh – A slow, muffled, and through the nose dragging “Haaaah…”
~ Soft Swallow – Quiet and natural before the breathing stretches out into a rhythmic pattern
~ Deep, Rhythmic Chest Breaths – Very slow and steady with heavy in- and exhales

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Hi everyone!
I’ve been working on this script for a while now, and I’m really happy to finally share it!

A surprising number of people still grow up thinking periods are something to hide.

Something embarrassing.

Something nobody should talk about.

However, for millions of people, periods are simply a part of life and sadly often faced in silence.
But periods aren't shameful. They're painful, exhausting, messy, inconvenient, and completely normal.

So for everyone who's ever hidden a pad up their sleeve, felt embarrassed buying period products, cried from cramps, or apologised for something their body does naturally...

This one's especially for you. ❤️

(I actually wrote part of this while on my own period, so it ended up feeling a bit too real at times lol)

Thank you for reading!

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USAGE RULES:

--> Monetization is allowed!

- If you use or perform this script, please credit me, (u/SunnyCalathea on Reddit).

- Voice acting, audio adaptation, editing for pacing are okay.

- Minor wording adjustments for natural speech flow are okay.

- Pronoun changes are okay.

- Paywalls are okay (as long as I get access)

- Changing the core plot or emotional progression is not allowed.

- Removing credit or claiming authorship is not allowed.

- Reposting the script without attribution is not allowed.

- Feedback is always welcome!

If you decide to perform this, I’d really appreciate it if you could share a link to your recording. I’d love to hear how you bring it to life!

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PDF-File:
You can find this Script here!

--> The PDF version includes instructions highlighted in color for clarity.

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SIDE NOTES:

-  All pauses, SFX cues, and voice directions, including implied listener responses, are completely optional. Use them as a guide, not a rule!

- Note that (Stage directions & SFX cues) can also imply pauses, even though I’ve listed them separately.

- And when you voice it? Make yourself at home! When you step into the role, make it your own. There’s no wrong way to bring this character to life! I trust you to find what feels right! :)

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SCRIPT SPECIFIC NOTES:

- On this one, I highly recommend including the extended sleeping sequence, as it adds a lot to the atmosphere and makes the ending feel more natural!

- The voice acting for this script should remain soft, gentle, and intimate throughout.  Preferably using a whisper or near-whisper with vocal fry to maintain a sleepy, night-time atmosphere!

- Long pauses are essential here! They create realism, emotional weight, and improve the natural pacing. Furthermore, the scene takes place at night, so with both characters tired and drowsy, the silence is part of the comfort.

- The Speaker should never sound rushed or panicked. Even during realization moments!

- The Listener Intro can definitely be adapted in pronouns if needed!  

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KEY:

[…] - Pauses

(…)  - Stage directions / SFX cues

*…*  - Voice direction

(#) – Listener’s replies

Bold Text – Emphasized spoken words

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

Your sleep is heavy… but not peaceful.
Pain pulls you in and out of rest until, at some point during the night, you slowly wake to a voice beside you, soft, warm and still half-asleep.
Your partner gently tells you there’s been a small accident. A leak.

Still disoriented, you shift slightly and look down beneath the blanket.

Between your legs, across the sheets, you find a deep, spreading stain of red that has soaked through the fabric while you were asleep.

Before panic can even take shape, you feel it. They’re already moving.
Still drowsy, but completely present.

Without hesitation, without alarm, they just take over.
Carefully, calmly, as if this is something they already know how to handle.

And you don’t have to explain a single thing.
They’re just… there.

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(Sleeping sounds from the Speaker for about one minute)

(Speaker waking up slowly | Fabric rustling | Shifting on mattress)

*With a soft/tired exhale*
Mmh… Still here…

[…]

My little sleeping beauty…

[…]

Mmh… You’re heavy on me tonight…

[…]

*Groggy whisper*
Hm… What’s- What’s that…?
Mh… Why is it so sticky down there…?

(Fabric rustling as the blanket is being gently lifted)

*Startled but soft and quiet*
Oh… Oh my days. That’s… a lot of blood…

*Whisper drops lower and gets gentler*
Poor sweetheart… Still sleeping through all of it…

[…] (Blanket is pulled higher up again)

*With deep sympathy*
Mmh… Right…
You did tell me it might start soon… Alright… Let’s get you cleaned up…

[…] (Speaker shifting weight carefully)

How do I get you off me…? Okay… There we go… Slowly…

(Fabric rustling | Listener almost wakes up due to Speaker moving)

*Instantly lowering his voice | Breathy and soothing*
Hey, hey, everything’s okay… Shhh… Stay asleep for me, sweetheart…
I am just gonna go grab something real quick… Yeah, it’s okay…

(Soft kiss on her forehead | Fabric rustling as Speaker completely gets out of bed | Quiet footsteps on wooden floor | Drawer opening and closing gently | Footsteps | Door opening and closing gently)

(Muffled behind the door now: Rustling of plastic wrap (from a pad) | Short rush of water running into the bathtub | Footsteps | Drawers open and close)

(Footsteps quietly returning | Door gently opens | Light fabric rustling as Speaker walks to her side of the bed)

*Ultra-Soft whisper*
Sweetheart… Hey… Just for a second…

[…] (Fabric rustling as Speaker rubs her side gently)

*With regret*
I’m sorry… I didn’t want to wake you… But we might have a bit of a situation here…
You leaked a little on the sheets.

[…] (#) (Listener moves slightly, whines, pulls away)

*Reassuring and soothing*
Hey… Look at me… It’s alright. Nothing bad happened.

Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up… I already prepared everything in the bathroom…

Yeah, slowly… Here, hold onto me…

[…] (Speaker supports her weight as she slowly gets up | Guiding her to the bathroom now | Arm around her waist | Slow footsteps shuffling)

*Attentive but grounded*
Lower back again?

Yeah…? We’ll take care of that in a second, sweetheart…

[…] (Transition into the bathroom --> Acoustics shift to a slight echo)

There we are… Let’s get that off you first…

[…] (#) (Listener leans her forehead against the Speaker’s chest)

*Low, vibrating murmur with deep empathy*
Hm? Oh, sweetie, I know… I know you’re tired. We’ll do this quickly, okay?

[…] (#) (Removing the Listeners bled-through underwear)

*Calmly taking charge now*
Alright… Just set those down right here. Don’t worry about them, we’ll take care of the laundry in the morning.

(Speaker helps her sit down)

Here… Sit down on the toilet for a moment… There we go…

[…] (Speaker pours a glass of water)

Drink a little water, it might help you feel better... Do you want painkillers?

[…] (#) (She nods)

Okay…

[…] (Handing her the medication and glass of water)

There… Slowly… Good job… I’ll leave the glass right over here…

[…] (Speaker sets the glass down on the counter)

*Softer and careful now*
Is it okay if I leave you alone for a minute? …Yeah?
I’m gonna go change the bedsheets. I’ll be right back…

How about you try hopping into the bathtub already?

Just call out if you need me, alright? I’ll leave the bathroom door open. I’ll be quick.

(Footsteps fading away | Distant fabric rustling as sheets are being stripped off the mattress | Night ambience and ticking clock become more audible now)

(Footsteps returning | Speaker finds the Listener still sitting there, crying)

Hey…

*Sudden change in tone | concerned then reassuring*
-Sweetheart? Hey… I’m right here…

[…] (Speaker drops on knees in front of her)

*Breathy with a deeply sympathetic undertone*
Hey… Come here… Come here, love…

(Speaker pulls her into an embrace | Arms wrapped around her)

That’s it… Just let it out… You don’t have to stop for me… Let it all out…

[…] (Speaker rubs her back slowly)

Shh… I’ve got you… I’ve got you… Take all the time you need… There’s no rush…

[…]

Just breathe… That’s it… Good… Good job…

[…]

*Wincing for her*
I know… I know it hurts… I know… Just lean on me…

There you go… That’s it… Cry as much as you need to… I’m not going anywhere…

[Longer Pause] (Crying slows down to quiet sniffling | Speaker brushing away some hair out of her face)

*Softly*
Better…?

[…] (#)

Yeah, I know… We’ll go back to sleep as soon as we’ve got you all cleaned up, okay?

[…]

…Alright. Come on, let’s wash off all that blood from between your legs…
Can you stand up…? Slowly… Good job….

[…] (Speaker guiding her steps)

Alright, now into the tub… Careful, okay?... Here… Let me help you… Grab onto me…

[…]

That’s it… Do you think you can squat down? …Yeah? Just keep holding on…

(Listener squats down)

There we go… You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Are you okay to rinse yourself off, or do you want me to help?

[…] (#)

Alright… let me grab the showerhead for you…

[…] (Metallic clatter of the showerhead being pulled from its cradle | Turning the water on and adjusting it to a gentle water pressure)

Here you go… Is the temperature okay? A little warmer? …I got you, one second…

[…] (Speaker turns the shower handle)

There… Like this? …Is that okay?

[…] (#)

Good… Wait, let me hold your shirt up…

[…] (Fabric shuffling as the Speaker bunches her shirt high up on her back | Water drizzling and splashing against tile)

*Grounded and steady tone*
There we go… You’re doing great, love… I’ve got you, just keep holding onto me…

[…] (#)

*Soft chuckle of reassurance*
Hm? Oh, don’t worry about the mess, sweetheart. Just take your time. I am not going anywhere… You’re completely safe… Just focus on rinsing off right now… okay?

[…]

Let me know if your arms get tired, sweetheart… I can take over whenever you want…

[Long Pause] (Sound of drizzling water)

…Done? …Yeah? Okay… water’s off. Ready to stand back up…?

[…] (#) (Water being turned off)

Alright, let’s get you out of here… Okay… steady now… I’ve got you… There we go…

[…] (Fabric rustling as the Speaker shakes open a towel)

Here… grab this towel… Get yourself all nice and dry…

[…]

No need to rush, sweetheart… Lean on me for as long as it takes, yeah?... You’re doing so well…

[Longer Pause] (She dries herself off)

Finished…? Okay, you can just hand me the towel… Look, I already got a fresh pair of underwear ready for you with a pad on them. Just step right in, love… Yeah, lean on me… Good job…

There… That’s better. Feeling a little more comfortable?

[…] (#)

Good.

(Speaker opening arms to steady her)

Come here, slip your arm through mine. Just lean on me right against my side…
That’s it… Let’s walk back now… Nice and slow…

[…] (#) (Acoustic echo disappears | Footsteps shuffling slowly)

*Low and breathy*
Oh, I know, sweetie… I know… We’re almost there… okay?

[Medium Pause] (Both entering the bedroom | Speaker guiding her toward the mattress)

Here we are… Now, don’t worry about the bedroom. Everything’s already prepped… See? The bed is all clean, fresh sheets are on, heating pillow over there…  
Hey…Steady… Sit down on the edge first… Catch your breath…

Water’s right here if you need it. And I brought some more painkillers just in case.

[…] (Listener winces sharply)

*Dropping to a low and protective whisper*
Oh… I know, sweetie, I know it hurts. Just lean back against my hip, okay? I’ve got you…

[…]

Here, take a little sip of water before you lay down… Just to help you settle…

[…] (Glass clinking softly)

Good… That’s it… Let me take that back from you…

[…] (Setting Glass on nightstand)

Let’s get you under the blankets now… Easy…

[…]

There we go… Do you want your heating pillow turned on? …Yeah?

[…] (Soft click of the heating pillow | Shifting of fabric)

Alright… Get yourself comfortable… I’ll be right there with you.

[…] (Bed creaking gently as the Speaker slides in beside her | Heavy fabric rustling)

The medicine should start helping any minute now…
Do you want me to hold you? Or do you need a little space right now…?

[…] (She nods or moves closer herself)

*Low and soft undertone*
Mm, come here. Lean back against me…

[…] (Listener scoots backward, pressing her back against the Speaker’s chest)

Are back rubs okay right now?

[…]

You let me know if it’s too much pressure… okay?

[…] (Slow, rhythmic fabric friction as the Speaker’s hand starts rubbing her back)

Breathe, Sweetheart… Deep, slow breaths… You’re completely safe...

[…]

Here, curl your knees up slightly toward your chest… There you go. Let the blankets just bunch up between them. Maybe that’ll help take some of the pressure off…

[…] (Fabric rustling from adjusting the blankets)

*Gently interrupting her | Firm but soft tone now*
Hm? No, don’t apologize. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just you and me in here, sweetheart…

[…]

Let me know if the heating pillow gets too warm, alright? I can adjust-

[…] (Listener gasps sharply | She tenses up from a severe cramp | Speaker tightening the grip around her waist)

*Sudden and soft attentiveness*
Oh… hey, hey, I’ve got you… Breathe through it… Exhale for me… that’s it. Squeeze my arm as hard as you need to. Don’t hold it in, just let the tears come…

[…] (Rhythmic, steady hand strokes her back again)

*With validation*
I know, I know… it hurts bad. Let it out, sweetheart. Just lean all your weight into my chest… I’ll hold you through it… I’m right here…

[…]

I’m just going to put your heating pillow right against your stomach, okay?
Tell me if I’m pressing too hard.

[Medium Pause] (Speaker takes deep, slow, audible breaths)

There you go… is it passing…? You’re doing so well… Just keep your eyes closed now… Let your body get heavy… I’m right here holding you, and I’m not going anywhere…

[…]

Just rest now… I’ve got you…

(Rhythmic back rubs continue | Maybe some hair stroking | Breathing slows down and audio fades into an EXTENDED SLEEPING SEQUENCE*)*

 

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SFX / VOICING SUGGESTIONS:

Tone in general: Close-mic breathing / drowsy but still attentive

~ Low Reassuring Hum – A soft, chesty “Mmh…” as if soothing her back to sleep
~ Quiet Forehead Kiss – Gentle kisses spaced naturally between long silences
~ A Sleepy Comfort Murmur – Brief whispered phrases like “That’s it…” or “I’ve got you…”
~ Long, Relaxed Exhale – Slow, quiet breaths after checking she’s settled
~ Gentle Blanket Adjustment – Soft rustling as the blanket is pulled higher or tucked around her
~ Thumb Strokes – Rhythmic fabric sounds from continuously rubbing her arm, side or hand
~ Soft Swallow – Quiet and natural before the breathing stretches out into a rhythmic pattern
~ Soft Chest Breathing – Slow and steady breathing close to the mic without sounding asleep

Helloouu everyone!

Part 3 finally made it!

To be honest, I've been fighting with the pacing and scene transitions for this one a lot lately, and because of that, the originally planned 3-part series will most likely actually end up becoming 5 parts instead!

I really didn't want to rush any of the character development or cut down on the natural pacing just to fit everything into fewer episodes, soooo the story kind of decided for me that it needed more room.

I have to admit, this part was probably the one I struggled with the most so far. Finding smooth transitions between scenes, figuring out where to place certain bits of lore, and making everything flow naturally took a lot more work and error than I expected lol.

But with that said, I'm really happy with how the script turned out in the end!

As always, thank you so much for reading!
I hope you enjoy Part 3!

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Part.1 - Click me!

Part.2 - Click me!

Part.3 - You're already here!

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--> Monetization is allowed!

- If you use or perform this script, please credit me, (u/SunnyCalathea on Reddit).

- Voice acting, audio adaptation, editing for pacing are okay.

- Minor wording adjustments for natural speech flow are okay.

- Pronoun changes are okay.

- Paywalls are okay (as long as I get access)

- Changing the core plot or emotional progression is not allowed.

- Removing credit or claiming authorship is not allowed.

- Reposting the script without attribution is not allowed.

- Feedback is always welcome!

If you decide to perform this, I’d really appreciate it if you could share a link to your recording. I’d love to hear how you bring it to life!

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--> The PDF version includes instructions highlighted in color for clarity.

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SIDE NOTES:

-  All pauses, SFX cues, and voice directions, including implied listener responses, are completely optional. Use them as a guide, not a rule!

- Note that (Stage directions & SFX cues) can also imply pauses, even though I’ve listed them separately.

- And when you voice it? Make yourself at home! When you step into the role, make it your own. There’s no wrong way to bring this character to life! I trust you to find what feels right! :)

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SCRIPT SPECIFIC NOTES:

- On this one, I highly recommend including the extended sleeping sequence, as it adds a lot to the atmosphere and makes the ending feel more rewarding!

- If possible, I'd also suggest adding rain ambience throughout the audio, or at least during the quieter scenes.

- Don't be afraid of longer pauses! Especially during the sofa and report-reading sequence. Some moments may even feel slightly awkward, but those silences actually help sell the exhaustion, make the interactions feel more natural, and give the scene some room to breathe!

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KEY:

[…] - Pauses

(…)  - Stage directions / SFX cues

*…*  - Voice direction

(#) – Listener’s replies

Bold Text – Emphasized spoken words

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

The rain hasn't stopped in days, and it doesn't seem like it plans to anytime soon.

Lately, you've noticed something is off about the Officer. Every day he comes home looking more exhausted than the day before, a little paler, a little quieter, and somehow even more stubborn than usual.

When you finally catch him early in the morning, the state he's in is impossible to ignore. Dark circles beneath tired eyes, a rigid posture, and the unmistakable look of someone who hasn't been sleeping nearly enough.

Since he's spending the day at home anyway, you decide that there is only one mission for you today that matters:

Getting the Officer to rest.

Whether he agrees with it or not.

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(Listener leaves her chamber | Door opening and closing | Her footsteps on the wooden floor | She spots the Officer standing at the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in his hand and gazing out the window | Rain tapping against the window | It’s really early in the morning)

*Wearily and raspy*
Oh, you’re awake. Good morning.
I didn’t notice you had already left your chambers.
[…]
Why are you up so early?

[…] (#)

Hm. Maybe you should try going back to sleep. The day has barely started yet.

[…] (#)

Me? Just… couldn’t fall back asleep again. So, I decided to get up already.

[…] (#)

*Quieter now*
…Yeah, it’s still raining.

[…] (#)

Hm? No… I have not eaten.

Although… Coffee counts. It’s sufficient.

[…] (#)

Yes, I’m aware it’s not ideal. But I am also aware it’s effective.

[…] (#)

*With exhaustion*
Don’t start… please…

Today I’ll stay at home anyway, since I will not be operating at full capacity.

[…] (#)

Yeah, I slept. It just… wasn’t that restful.

[…]

How… How was your night?

[…] (#)

*Slightly dry*
Good. That’s good.

I’ll go into my office now. I still have paperwork waiting there for me.

(Footsteps on wooden floor | Door opens and closes | Rain pounding louder against the window now echoing through the room and filling the silence | Getting seated on his office chair | Sets down his cup | Paper rustling)

*With a sigh*
Alright, what do we have here…?

Patrol logs… Supply rationings… A mission report? Already?
I just signed Captain Vrosh’s departure orders. He hasn’t been gone long enough to reach the river, let alone scout it.

*Slightly annoyed but mainly exhausted*
God… let’s see…

(Paper rustling & flipping ~ SFX fade out)

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(SFX fade in ~ Heavier breathing due to exhaustion | Paper rustling | Rain still pounding on the window)

*Annoyed and irritated*
This is… unchanged…

[…]

…No. I have already read this.

[Longer Pause] (Paper flipping)

Strange… Captain Vrosh usually does not repeat himself.
I must be misreading…

[Longer Pause]

No. Again… Focus.

[…] (Paper flipping/rustling)

*With a bitter chuckle under his breath*
For God’s sake. If this report is as disorganized as it appears to be, I’ll personally send you to inventory duty, Vrosh.

[Longer Pause] (Paper flipping/rustling)

No… it is perfectly organized.

[…]

*Sharp*
Damn it. One report. It is one report.

[…] (Deep annoyed exhale | Paper rustling | Chair pushes back)

*Groaning in self-defeat*
This smell is so distracting. What is she doing there? It’s been so… quiet…

(Heavy footsteps | Door opens and closes | He enters the kitchen area | Rain gets quieter)

*Straining for patience*
Hey, you’re baking again? The entire corridor smells like cinnamon.

[…] (#)

No, it smells nice. It’s just… distracting.

[…] (#)

*Exhausted exhale*
Hardly. I still have a bunch of reports and logs lying around…
Looks like I won’t be finished soon.

[…] (#)

Hm? No, I’m fine.  

[…] (#)

I should rest? Are you kidding?

*Wearily annoyed*
Maybe I am a little tired, but that’s still no excuse. The work needs to be done, one way or another.

[…]

I just want to get the paperwork done, that’s all.

[…] (#)

No, I have already spent enough time sitting around.
The horse has not been checked yet. He needs care too. I’ll be right back.

(Heavy footsteps | Fabric rustling as he’s getting ready to leave)

*Muttering to himself*
Unlike certain housekeepers, he cannot argue with me.

(Front door opens and closes | Rain becomes clearer and louder | Footsteps on gravel | Stares into the rain while walking)

*Deep exhale*
God… I am so sick of this weather.

(Opens the stall doors | Big wooden doors open | Distant front door closes and footsteps approaching him in the stable)

[…] (#)

*With a dry frustrated chuckle*
How could I not have expected this… You are not supposed to be here.
I do not need assistance in this matter.

[…]

You’re ignoring me again, aren’t you?

(Footsteps entering the stall | Horse blows and its hooves scrape the floor | Hay rustling under their feet | Stall door closing | Rain sounds now muffled)

*Alert now*
Don’t get so close. He usually doesn’t tolerate strangers.
Hey, I’m serious-

(Horse blows again | Feet shuffling on the floor | Horse takes a liking to her | The horse is called Bones)

*Small huff in disbelief | Softening then slightly playful*
Well… so much for that. Making a liar out of me, hm, Bones?
(He gives his horse an affectionate pat on the hip)
Never mind, then… Of course, he likes you.
(He gets a brush for the Horse)
Still… watch yourself anyway. Don’t push your luck with him today.
Even if you are just… stroking him.

[…]

*Low and softly commanding*
Wait, show me your hand.

[…] (#)

Yes, the hand. Your injured hand.

(He takes her hand gently and musters it | Then looks at her)

*Concerned | Gently scolding*
What did I tell you about being gentle on it?

[…] (#)

*With a soft sigh*
Yeah, I guess you can pet with that hand, but still… You need to stop putting it through so much hard work.

(Officer turns to the horse | Listener continues petting Bones)

*Amused but mocking tone*
Yeah, look at you. Turning into a soft, pampered pony the second a pretty face shows up. Where’s that vicious warhorse I trained, huh? Unbelievable...

[…] (Rhythmic hiss of a brush)

*Small huff with disbelief and smiling through his words*
He really does enjoy your caresses, that Traitor.

[…]

*Voice getting lower and heavier now*
He’d better. I’ve spent more nights sleeping in the dirt next to this beast than I’ve spent in a proper bed. That’s the least he could do for me.

[…] (#)

*Nostalgic | Calm | Completely letting his guard down now*
Yeah, I’ve had him a long time. Since he was just a scrawny little thing, actually. I called him Bones. His mother died during a brutal winter campaign back when I was just a fresh-faced lieutenant. My commanding officer told me to simply kill him. He was dead weight, he said. A waste.

So… I hid him in the supply wagons for three weeks. Shared my own rations with him. Oatmeal, apples, whatever I could come up with. By the time the Commander found out, this damn horse was practically glued onto me. Worse troublemaker than me back then, which really meant something.

I remember we were once scouting near the border, and there was this river. I thought I was the greatest horseman in the entire army. High on pride and zero common sense.
I looked at this idiot here and said, ‘We can clear that easy’.

I gave him the spurs, we galloped down the muddy bank, and he took off like a rocket. We didn’t even make it halfway. We hit the middle of the river like a cannonball.
The water was absolutely freezing. He panicked, dumped me right into the rapids, and swam back to the shore. Left me to get dragged almost a mile downstream by my heavy riding cloak.

Then, when I finally crawled out of the mud, half-drowned and shivering to death, do you know what he was doing? He was standing there on the bank, casually eating grass, looking at me like I was the dumbest creature on earth.

I had to walk three miles back to camp completely soaked wet in squeaking boots while he trotted behind me, completely dry.

[…] (#) (Listener quietly laughing)

*With a small chuckle*
Yeah, someone else also thought it was funny.

My commanding officer, on the other hand, called me an Idiot for that. And he wasn’t wrong.

[…] (Brushing stops)

*With a content exhale*
So… yeah. He is a traitor. But I suppose I can’t blame him for liking you. He’s just following my lead on that one.

*Slightly upbeat*
Right, buddy?

(Hay rustling | Quiet paws on floor | Horse blows softly)

*To Bones slightly confused*
What?

(Officer looks down)

*An irritated warning*
Milo… Why are you here? No, that’s a genuine question… That is horse feed.

[…]

*Scolding*
Milo. Stop pretending you don’t understand me.

(Horse nickers)

Oh, don’t encourage him, Bones.

(Horse nudges the cat | Meowing | Hay rustling)

*muttering*
Wonderful. Now there are two of you.

(Listener goes to reach for Milo)

*Flat and dry*
…No. Leave him where he is. That cat is manipulative.
And entirely capable of surviving on its own.

(Milo meows again)

*Testily*
Stop that, Milo. You were fed this morning.

(Officer shaking his head | Horse nickers | Hooves shuffling on the floor)

*Tone instantly softening | Weary but affectionate now*
Alright… you deserved this carrot, big guy.

There you go.

(Horse munching on the carrot | Officer gives him a heavy scratch under his halter)

*Murmuring to the horse*
Alright, steady now. Hold the fort and behave yourself. Don’t make a fool out of me twice in one day.

(He gives the horse two firm slaps on the shoulder)

*With a dry and quiet chuckle*
The same goes for you down there.

[Medium Pause] (Footsteps on hay | Turning back to the Listener)

*Wearily tender*
Come on, let’s go back inside.

[…] (#) (Stall door opening and closing | Rain gets louder and clearer | Footsteps on gravel)

*Gentler now*
Next time, inform me. Before you decide to follow, alright?

[…] (#) (He opens the front door)

After you.

(Boots on wooden floor | Door closes | Rain now muffled and tapping against the windows | Fabric rustling as both undress)

*With a dragging sigh*
Right… the paperwork… I’ll be going back to my-

[…] (#)

*Bewildered by her suggestion*
What? You suggest I do my paperwork on the sofa?
Those are official documents I am working with. You are aware of that, right?

[…] (#)

*Softly defensive*
I mean, yeah, I’m just reading them, but they’re still important reports and logs.
They have no business being there.

(Harsh knocks at the front door interrupting)

*Alert | Voice switching to a cold/tense tone*
I’ll get it.

(Footsteps | Door opening | A messenger from Captain Vrosh’s mission standing in front of him)

*Snapping instantly into an authoritarian tone*
Fix your posture, soldier. And stop stammering. If you’re going to track half the valley’s mud onto my porch, you better have a damn good reason for it.

[…]

*Cutting him off sharp*
Cut the formalities. What did Vrosh do? Speak. Clearly.

[…]

*In furious disbelief*
The rain? You’re telling me the captain is paralyzed from a downpour?
God… I explicitly warned him that the vale would turn into a swamp by sunset.
A child could have foreseen that mud, and he still marched my men straight into a chokehold anyway?

*Dropping to a harsh, deadly whisper*
Listen to me very carefully. You are going to ride back down that hill, and you are going to tell Captain Vrosh that if he loses a single horse, just one, to a broken leg because he was too stubborn to retreat to a higher ground, I will have his commission by morning.

*Barking orders now*
Tell him to pull the vanguard back to the ridgeline immediately and hold defensive positions.

*With absolute biting hostility | Starting quietly and finishing almost shouting*
And you also tell him this from me. I dare him to let this situation deteriorate any further. Because if I am forced to put on my boots, saddle my own horse, and go down there to fix his incompetence myself, I am going to make his life a living hell the moment I arrive.

*Dangerously low now*
Do you understand me?

[…]

Good. Now get off my porch, back to your horse, and deliver the warning before that idiot manages to drown my entire regiment.

*Shouting the final command*
Move!

(Door closes harshly | Officer rubbing his face and eyes | Exhaustion returning to his body)

*Deep and long exhale*

[Longer Pause]

*Instantly softer and apologetic*
I apologize you had to hear that. I’ll head back to my office now.

(His footsteps on the wooden floor)

*Grumbling under his breath*
Now I really need to view that report.

(Opens the office door | Rain pounding on the window loudly | Footsteps)

*Baffled and immediately stressed out*
What the- Where are my papers.

*Deep exhale*

(Footsteps leaving the office)

*Calling her out irritated*
Would you mind explaining where my paperwork is?

[…]

*Worried/Annoyed softly*
Why are you looking at me like that? What did you do this time?
Don’t tell me you fed it to Buttercup or the chicken, please.

(She grabs him by his arm | Following her reluctantly | Footsteps)

*Complaining with no energy left*
Where are you taking me?
You know that you’re allowed to just speak to me, right? Use your words.
I don’t have the energy to guess what you’re thinking today.

(Footsteps coming to a stop)

*Deadpan*
Eh. What is this.

[…] (#)

*Trying to sound strict*
My ‘new’ office for today? Are you kidding me right now? Tell me you didn’t just do this.

[…] (#)

*Tone softening wearily*
You’re aware that I heard you the first time, right? When you told me to rest before I went off to the stable? I didn’t ignore you, I just… had things to take care of.
You didn’t have to launch a full evacuation of my office desk just to prove a point.

[…] (#)

*With a weak chuckle*
Unbelievable… moving a General’s entire office to a sofa just because he’s too stubborn to listen. I don’t even know whether to be furious or impressed.

[…] (#)

*Admitting his defeat*
Fine, okay. You win. I’m sitting.

*Pleading softly*
But next time I wander off, just come drag me back by the collar.
My heart can’t take you raiding my office.

(He sits down on the sofa | Listener leaves quickly)

*Exhausted sigh | Slurring slightly*
Alright now, where is that report from Vrosh…?

(Paper rustling and flipping)

There…

[Longer Pause]

 (#) (Listener returns | She sets down a plate filled with baked goods and a cup of tea on the hearth table in front of the sofa)

*Disarmed with a tender and soft tone*
Are you trying to make me feel guilty?
Because with your pastries and the tea… It’s working.

Hm? Where are you going?

[…]

Okay, no answer, I guess… again.

[Longer Pause] (Paper rustling | He continues reading)

*Tired and quiet yawn -->  VOICE GETS INCREASINGLY TIRED, WEARY AND EXHAUSTED FROM HERE ON*

(She drapes him with a blanket from behind | Fabric rustling)

*Startled, then melting into a sleepy mumble*
Whoa, what- A blanket? My apologies, I didn’t notice you step behind me… Thank you…

[Medium Pause] (#) (He continues reading | His eyes getting heavy)

*Softly surprised then deeply cozy*
Oh, you’re still there…
Please, sit down. You don’t need to stand there. Here’s plenty of room.

 [Longer Pause] (#) (He keeps reading | Paper rustling | Listener gets seated next to him | Fabric shifting)

*Yawning again | Breathing gets rhythmic and weary*

[…] (#) (He’s slowly dozing off)

*Snapped back to attention as he almost fell asleep completely | Voice getting weary and breathy on the finish*
Hm? What? No, I’m okay. I’m reading. Really…

[…] (#)

*Tired and slurred*
No. I am not resting. Don’t… adjust the blanket, it’s fine.

[…]

*Flat*
Why are you looking at me like that? I said I am fine.

[…]

*Groggy on the finish*
That was not convincing, was it…? Just let me read.

[Longer Pause] (#) (Officer tries to continue reading, but clearly fails -->  keeps almost falling asleep | Paper rustling)

*Defeated due to exhaustion*
You know what. Read this, please. Out loud… I need a… second opinion.

[…] (#) (He hands her the report | Paper rustling | Fabric shifting)

*Dragging*
Thank you. Just start reading from… here, please… Yeah.

[Longer Pause] (#) (Listener starts reading | Officers breathing gets weary and rhythmic again | His eyes almost closed)

*With a yawn and breathy*
Mhm… Just keep reading. I’m… I’m listening.

[…]

Mh… no wait. Go back. I missed that.

[…] (#)

Yeah, that.

[Longer Pause] (Officer slowly drifting off | Listener calling him carefully)

[…] (#)

*Groggy and slurred*
Hm? Yeah, no… I’m just… resting my eyes.

[…]

Your voice is… distracting…

[…] (#)

No. That’s not what I meant. It’s kind of- *Interrupted by his own yawn*

[…] (Fabric rustling as she moves closer to him)

*Slightly more alert but breathy*
Hey, what are you- … Hey… this is inappropriate. You are not moving…
You should not be this close.

[…] (#)

*Resisting tiredly*
...Stop, it’s okay. I’m still awake. I am listening…

[Medium Pause] (#) (She taps her shoulder, signaling him to rest)

*Breathy protest*
No, I’m not going to rest on your shoulder. We shouldn’t-

[…] (#)

*Voice dropping*
Yeah, but…

(She guides him slowly to her shoulder) (#)
Are you sure? I am… too heavy.

[…] (#)

*Giving in tiredly*
Alright… just for a minute.

(He’s hovering over her shoulder, hesitating at first, then slowly giving in and melting on it | Rain becomes more audible now)

*A nuzzled mumble*
Mh… Am I not crushing you? Just say the word, and I will move…

[Medium Pause] (#) (Slight fabric rustling as he’s getting comfortable | Slowly closing his eyes)

*Dragging his words*
I didn’t think it would feel… this quiet. Just give me a minute and I’ll… I’ll move.
Is this really alright?

[Medium Pause] (#)

*With a sleepy/exhausted breath*
Mh… Could you… Could you continue reading? I’m listening.

[Longer Pause] (#)

*Smiling weakly then more serious -->  “I need to shut up” | Half-Asleep rambling*
Hm? Yeah, no. It’s just, you… You smell like cinnamon. Like the rest of this house.
I need to shut up. Please, just keep reading…

(He eventually falls asleep --> SFX suggestions on p. 17)

[Long Pause] (#)

(Slow slide of fabric as his weight slips off her shoulder | The sudden drop jolts him awake | He’s trying to pull away now | Fabric rustling)

*Grunt of disorientation | Then a slightly panicked whisper*
Forgive me… I apologize… My head slipped. Just let me… sit upright now-

[…] (#)

*Weakly and exhausted*
Hey, no. Do not guide me down there.
This is already inappropriate enough. We are entirely alone in this house.
You are my housekeeper, and I am your commanding officer… I cannot… 
I cannot just lay my head in your lap.

[…] (#)

I know how long it has been since I’ve slept properly, but that does not mean we can cross this line…

(She softly brushes his hair back, then strokes his neck) (#)

*With a shaky and uneven breath*
Don’t… Not there… Not my neck… I am trying to be responsible about this…
You are making it difficult…

[…] (#)

*Soft and affectionate warning*
Look at me. I am almost twice your size… If I settle down now, you are not getting rid of me again. You realize that, don’t you?

[…] (#)

*His voice dropping to a helpless/breathless whisper*
You don’t understand… If I…

[…]

*Grumbling gently*
Fine… You are impossible… I can’t… resist you when you look at me like that.

*Softly pleading*
Though… again, are you sure? Tell me honestly. Is this really alright with you?

[…] (#)

*More serious now*
If it’s too much… If you want me to move, you tell me. Immediately. Do you understand?

[…] (#)

*Low and content chest hum*
Mh… alright…

(He gently sinks into her lap)

You win… again…

(Slow and heavy rustle of fabric as his head nuzzles into her lap)

*A low, content, rumbling hum from the back of his throat | A deep exhausted in- and exhale | His voice now slightly muffled*
Is it alright… if I leave my arm across your lap like this? I don’t want to crowd you, but…

[…] (#)

Thank you… Mh… You are so soft…

(Fabric rustling | His fingers firmly hooking right around her thigh | Making himself comfortable and slowly drifting into a deep sleep while rambling)

[Longer Pause]

*Hesitantly and quieter now*
I’m sorry… for earlier today. I was… sharp with you… My mood has just been… off lately.
I didn’t want to be mean…
And even if it’s no excuse… It’s just… I’m… so tired. Forgive me…

(Her hand strokes the back of his head) (#)

*Content and tired sigh | Then needy and breathless*
Mmh… God… the way you’re stroking my hair right now… don’t stop… please...
It feels… incredible…

[Medium Pause] (Her hand moves over to his right shoulder gently | His body slightly stiffening)

*Holding his breath for a moment | Slightly more tense and flat now*
Ah… could you… Would you mind leaving that side alone? Just… my right arm.
If it’s alright with you.

[…] (#)

*Softening instantly*
No, you didn’t do anything wrong… I just… I’d prefer you didn’t touch me there…

[…] (#)

*Pleading softly*
Could you… go back to stroking my hair? …Please? Your hand on my head… It’s just…
Just… stay right there… Mmh… Thank you…

(Final deep and calm exhale | Constant hair stroking from here on | Soft fabric rustling | He drifts into a heavy sleep | Rain in the background gets stormy)

 

 

--------------------------------------EXTENDED SLEEPING SEQUENCE---------------------------------

SFX / VOICING SUGGESTIONS:

Tone in general: Vocal fry and close-mic breathing

~ Low, Rumbling Chest Hum – Like a very soft, vibrating “Mmmh…” from the back of the throat
~ Long, Soft Exhale – A slow, quiet, and soft release of breath (“Huuuuh…”)
~ A Sleepy Nuzzle Mumble – Something like a tiny, incoherent, half-breath “Mh…” sound
~ Sleep Mumbling – Murmuring muffled, low, slurred, and incomprehensible words in sleep
~ An Exhausted Breath – A slightly deeper and sudden intake of air that releases into a long sigh
~ A Heavy Sleep Sigh – A slow, muffled, and through the nose dragging “Haaaah…”
~ Soft Swallow – Quiet and natural before the breathing stretches out into a rhythmic pattern
~ Deep, Rhythmic Chest Breaths – Very slow and steady with heavy in- and exhales

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(Then suddenly: A loud thunder crack | The Officer bolts awake away from her lap, panting, grabbing his right wrist)

[Medium Pause] (Collecting himself during the pause | Rain pounding against the windows)

*Disoriented*
I, uh… I need to… um…

[…] (#)

*Defensive to hide his embarrassment*
No, I’m…  I’m fine. It’s okay.

[…]

I think I really need to go and rest now…

(He gets up from the sofa | Avoiding eye contact | Finding his footing on the wooden floor now | Rubbing his face with shaky hands)

*Breathless and softer now*
Thank you for… this… All this… I’ll be in my chambers now.

(Heavy and uneven footsteps going into the distance)

*Faintly from the distance*
You should also go to sleep... Have a good night.

(Footsteps completely fading out)

Hello again!

First of all, thank you all for the support on Part 1. I genuinely didn't expect so many people to get attached to these two!

As promised, here's Part 2 of "Officially Assigned." This episode focuses a little more on their day-to-day dynamic, with some small hints about the Officers past and a few more opportunities for the listener to cause chaos.

And yes, I am definitely planning a Part 3.
After that? We'll see where the story takes us.

For now, I hope you enjoy this next Episode!

Thank you for reading!

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

After spending the night under the General’s roof, you wake up to find your injured hand freshly bandaged and breakfast already prepared.

What should have been a quiet day quickly turns into another series of unexpected events involving a cat, a chicken, and a very patient officer trying his best to maintain order while you accidentally test every ounce of it.

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Bold Text – Emphasized spoken words

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(It’s morning | Birds chirping quietly | Soft heavy footsteps coming down the staircase)

*Soft exhale | Quietly to himself*
Hm… Still asleep… And somehow managed to claim my sofa. Again.
[…]
She really didn’t move all night.

(Cat purring and staring at him)

*Dry amusement*
And you. Of course you’re here too.

[…] (His footsteps coming closer)

*Lightly joking*
I swear, the two of you appeared out of nowhere and immediately started acting like you belong here.

*Faint teasing warmth*
Comfortable, are we?

(Louder cat purring)

*Composure returning | To the cat*
Don’t look so pleased with yourself.

(Gets closer to her and kneels down | Light fabric shuffling)

*Soft exhale*
Let’s have a look at that hand…

Mh… It bled through the bandage. Of course.
You tear it open, ignore every piece of advice you’re given, then wonder why it hurts.

[Long Pause] (Gets back up quietly | Footsteps on wooden floor | Gathers medical supplies | Goes back to her)

Alright… Let’s get that off…

(Cat meows quietly)

*Sharp but quiet*
Quiet- You beast. She’s sleeping.
*Quieter than before*
And for once I’d like to keep it that way.

[Long Pause] (Cat purring | Fabric rustling | Disinfectant pouring on cloth | Wiping wound)

*Soft tone*
Still asleep… Good. Means it isn’t hurting as much.
You really ran yourself into the ground yesterday, didn’t you?
Maybe your body finally realized you’re not made of steel.

Just the new bandage left now…

[Medium Pause] (Bandage wrapping)

There. That should hold.

(He’s standing up | Heavy but soft footsteps)

Mh… It’s colder down here than I thought… Where did the blanket go…?
[…]
Ah. There it is.

(Fabric rustling as he covers her)

There… better. Next time you get injured…
Actually, no…

*Gentle certainty*
There won’t be a next time.

[…]

*Small chuckle | Whispering *
You’re really impossible, you know that?

One day it’s paperwork. The next it’s stray cats. The day after that, it’s an injured hand.
And somehow, I’m always the one cleaning up after you.

*Deep exhale*
Mh… Let’s see if there’s anything edible left in this house.

[Long Pause] (His footsteps on wooden floor | Kettle on stove | Slicing food | Dishes set on wooden table | Birds quietly chirping in background | He stands and looks out of the window)

*Edgy tone*
Clouds are rolling in. Looks like it’ll rain.
*Now dry*
Wonderful.

[…]

Hopefully it holds off for a few more hours.

(Distant fabric rustling | Light footsteps on wooden floor)

*Soft, playful and attentive*
Ah… Someone’s awake. Did you sleep well?

[…] (#)

That’s good. Come, sit down. I prepared breakfast.

(Light footsteps coming closer | Wooden chair slightly creaking)

*Concerned*
How’s your hand? Does it still hurt?

[…] (#)

A bit.
Well, it’ll probably take about three weeks to heal by the looks of it…

[…] (#)

*Soft laugh under his breath*
I might not be a physician or an apothecary…
But it’s not my first time seeing wounds like that. Warzones teach you a few things.

How do you think I ended up as the General of Cavalry?

[…] (#)

What, you thought I got the rank for my charm?

*Low, grounded tone*
Come on, eat now… I’ll pour you some tea.

(Hot water pouring)

*Observant*
Hm? Oh, yeah… looks like it’ll probably rain today.
You’d better stay inside in case it starts, otherwise you’ll catch a cold too.

(Sets cup on wooden table)

There you go…

[…] (#)

No problem.

(Paws on floor | Meowing)

*Exasperated*
God… not him again. What does he want?

[…] (#)

*More serious now*
He’s a cat. He should be catching mice or something similar. I won’t feed this parasite.

[…] (#)

*Playfully defensive*
What? Don’t give me that look. He already gets a free place to sleep here.
That should be more than enough.

[…] (#)

*Adamant*
No, no, no- You’re not going to convince me.
I already let him stay for tonight, even though I must say, not out of free will.

[…] (#)

Why do you even-

[…] (#) (Meowing)

What about the meat scraps? No-
He did not deserve them.

[…] (#)

Yes, deserve… What exactly does he bring to the table?

[…] (#)

*Gently humored | With a chuckle*
Cuddles and Comfort? Seriously?

[…] (#)

*Playfully defeated*
Okay, okay, only this once.

(His footstep | Meat on the floor | Paws on the floor | Cat eating)

There you go… I can’t believe I’m feeding this thing.

[…] (#)

*Slightly more serious | Quiet authority*
Hm?... Whether he’ll stay or not is still undecided.

*More conversational*
Talking about staying, though.
I received a letter from the High Quartermaster’s office. They need my final decision on whether to sign your permanent contract or send you back to the capital.

*More carefully*
My recommendation would be for you to stay…Officially.
Unofficially… I’d miss having somebody around who constantly ignores my instructions. But I didn’t want to decide this over your head.

So. What’s your decision?
*With hope in his voice*
Would you stay?

[…] (#)

*Quiet relieved exhale | More relaxed now*
Personally, I would prefer that as well.

I’ll send the message today then.
Should you… Change your mind, let me know.

Anyway, I need to head off to the command post now…

(Wooden chair shuffling | Light footsteps receding)

*Slightly confused*
Where are you going?

[…] (#) (Heavy footsteps following)

Getting my uniform? But it’s right there-
Oh. You washed it…

 (He gets his cloak and coat handed over)

*Tone softens*
Thank you.
*Perplexed*
Wait- why does it smell like that?

[…] (#)

*Hesitant | Curious | With sniffs*
Like… I can’t really tell, but… it has a hint of lavender…

[…] (#)

You scented it with Sweet Woodruff, Rosemary and… lavender?
*Amused resignation*
Great, now I’ll be running around smelling like a bouquet of flowers…
A General’s reputation may never recover from this.

[…] (#)

*Softer and apologetic*
No- don’t get me wrong. I like it. It smells nice… but… It’s my official uniform.
I am not supposed to smell… like this.

[…] (#)

*Slightly intrigued*
You thought it would be nice if I did? Well… Can’t change that now, I guess.
Thank you, though. I appreciate you being so… considerate.

[…]

*Calm but alert*
Hey, what are you doing? You’re not carrying the laundry upstairs. Stop using your injured hand.

(A couple of heavy footsteps forward)

*Quietly commanding*
Give me that, with your good hand.

[…]

Why are you looking at me like that?

[…]

*Earnest*
You are injured.

[…] (#)

I’m not carrying it because I think you can’t.
I’m carrying it because you shouldn’t have to.

[…] (Heavy footsteps going up the staircase)

*Shouted in protest*
You don’t have to lay out my uniform for me either!

[…]

*To himself | A weary sigh | Exasperated but affectionate*
Gods give me strength… That woman will be the death of me…

[…] (Heavy footsteps coming down the staircase)

*Casual*
What are you looking for?

[…] (#)

The black gloves-?

[…] (#)

*Matter-of-factly*
Glove. Singular… There’s only one.
See, the right-hand one, I’m wearing it.

…The left one isn’t missing. There has never been a left one.

(Cloth movement | He’s putting on his coat)

There simply isn’t one.
*Deflective but conversational*
You know, for someone who’s supposedly observant, it took you a surprisingly long time to notice.

[…] (#)

Yeah, I wear it the whole time… Habit. An old one.

[…]

*Brushing it off | Closed off*
Don’t. I know that look… There’s nothing to explain.
It’s just official reasons.

*Softening*
Now stop digging through my uniform and hand me the collar pin… please…

[…] (#)

Thank you.

(Fabric rustling | He’s putting on his uniform boots and cloak)

*Slightly startled*
What are you doing now-? Oh…

(Listener adjusting his collar pin | Fabric shuffling)

*Resigned but pleased*
Fixing my collar again, hm…?

(Fabric rustling and being smoothed out)

You don’t need to fuss over every little detail.

[…] (#)

*Affectionate grumble*
…Fine.

[…]

There. Happy now?

(She goes over to fixing his sleeves | Fabric rustling)

*Startled and sharp*
Wait. Don’t.

(He pulls back | Fabric rustling | A step backwards | He’s rubbing his right hand)

*Closed off*
…Sorry. Leave the sleeve.

[…] (#)

No, the collar is fine.
Just…  leave the sleeve.
*breathless plea*
…Okay?

[…] (#)

*Deflective and slightly more upbeat*
Good. Alright, I should get going.

(Heavy footsteps | He’s turning to leave but stops)

*Forced optimism | Covering his unease*
…But before I leave, I have a really important task for you today. One second…

(Fabric rustling | He’s searching his pockets)

*Playfully serious now*
Ah… there it is. Here. Take it and guard it.

[…] (#) (He hands her a pen)

Yes, this pen.

[…] (#)

*Sputtering in disbelief*
What- no- Of course not with your life!
Just make sure it doesn’t break or go missing. That’s all you got to do for today, alright?

[…] (#)

What? It’s an important pen. I use it for… significant war council meetings. Seriously.

[…] (#)

Okay, I really have to go now. Don’t use that hand, hear me?
And don’t try to burn the house down.

[…] (#)

*Dry*
… That was a joke.

*Under his breath*
Mostly…

(He turns to leave and almost closes the door)

[…]

*Deadpan lecturing*
Guard the pen.

The pen.
Not the cat.
Not the laundry.
Not some new random project you invent.

The pen.

Alright? I’ll be back before evening… Take care.

(Door closes | Heavy footsteps on gravel | Birds chirping quietly | Crowd noises become slowly audible | Walking through the town ~ SFX fading out)

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(SFX fading in ~ Footsteps on stone | Heavy door opening and swinging shut | Walking through the hallway now | Guards walking by)

Morning, Captain.

[…]

Morning.

(Opens a wooden door | Enters his office | Sits down | Paper rustling)

*Exhale | Quietly to himself*
Let’s see… Supply requests… Training reports… Personnel evaluations…
At least one person in this town is having a quieter day than I am right now…
Though knowing her, probably not.

(Kock on the door)

*Rough | With authority*
Enter.

[…]

Ah, Commander Brook. Report.

(Heavy footsteps entering the office)

-------------------- TIME SKIP --------------------

[Long Pause] (Paper shuffling | Pen scratching | Knocks on wooden door)

*Little exhale | commanding*
Enter.

(Door opening | Heavy footsteps entering)

[…]

*Authority in voice*
What kind of situation, Lieutenant?

[…]

*Growing impatient*
Your guards spotted something at the marketplace? Get to the point.

[…]

*With a dangerous pause | Tone drops low*
You’ve spotted… livestock…?
*Deadly warning*
Lieutenant, if this is some sort of joke, I strongly advise you to reconsider.

[…]

*Baffled but sharp*
What? My spare cloak?
Explain yourself.

[…]

What do you mean you cannot explain?

[…]

*Harsh command*
I don’t have time for this. Tell me. Now.

[…]

[Longer Pause] (Facepalm)

*Deep painful exhale | Muffled through his hand in disbelief*
A chicken?... Wearing my spare cloak?... On the marketplace…?

[Medium Pause] (Processing what he just heard)

*Flat and quiet exhaustion*
Lieutenant. Tell me you’re drunk.

[…]

*A weary and low plead*
Gods help me.

(He gets up from his office chair)

*Commanding tone returning*
Lead the way. I need to see this.

(Heavy footsteps on stone floor leave the office ~ SFX fading out)

-------------------- TIME SKIP --------------------

(SFX fading in ~ Footsteps on gravel | Vendors/Crowds in background | He spots the Listener carrying a chicken wrapped in his spare cloak | He walks up to her)

*Sharp | Trying not to lose his composure*
What in gods’ name are you doing here? I left you alone for five hours.

[…] (#)à She greets him in a good mood.

*Forced and slightly upbeat tone | Kinda mimicking her*
Good day.
*Dry and demanding tone*
You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you holding a chicken?

*Cutting her off*
Actually, no. Don’t answer that.
Why is the chicken wearing my spare uniform cloak?

[…] (#)

*Deadpan but slightly softer now*
If you took it for yourself, then why aren’t you wearing it?

[…] (#)

*Arguing back strictly*
The chicken has feathers. It won’t die of a little breeze.

[…] (#)

*Defeated | Tone softens *
God… alright. Here.

(He takes off his cloak and swings it over her)

*Protective tenderness | Commanding but warm*
You take mine. We’re going home. Now.
And- give me the chicken.

[…] (#)

(Footsteps on gravel | Both walking back home)

Do you mind explaining where you even got it from?

[…] (#)

*Sharp | Slightly panicked*
What do you mean by ‘you rescued it’? Wait- don’t tell me you stole it from the slaughterhouse.

[…] (#)

What then?

[…] (#)

*Deadpan and flat | Can’t believe his life right now*
You bought a to-be-dead chicken from the food vendor? You can’t be serious.
And what do you plan to do with it now? We already have that damn cat.
*Slightly more authority in his voice*
But regardless of that, I asked you to watch over a single pen. That was all I required of you today. Where is the pen…? The one I specifically entrusted to your care.

[…] (#)

*Stunned*
…You brought it with you?

*Voice drops*
You brought the pen.

[…] (#)

*Heavy sigh*
To keep it safe… I see.

[…] (#)

 

 

*Defeated*
No… No, technically you are correct. I told you to guard the pen. I did not tell you to remain in the house.
… That’s on me.

[…] (#)

*Dry humor*
I’ll be revising your future tasks accordingly then. In significantly greater detail.

[…]

And for the record… You were supposed to watch the pen.
Not acquire additional responsibilities.

(Light rain starts audibly | Speaker stiffens up)

*Voice turns sharp | More urgent now*
We should get moving. Now.
Before the rain starts properly.

[…] (#)

*Snapping back | Gentler in the end*
No, I’m aware that’s how weather works. Just- come on.

(Hurried steps on wet gravel | Door opening | Footsteps on wooden floor | Door swings shut)

[…] (#)

*Slightly out of breath from entering | Him being more distant now*
Yeah, we still made it in time.

(Wet fabric rustling | Boots taken off | Chicken sounds)

I’ll go and take the chicken into the backyard.

(Heavy footsteps leave and return | Listener turns on the stove to boil water in a kettle)

[…] (#)

*Dry*
Hm? Oh. Yeah. A tea would be nice. Thank you.
I’ll review a few reports in my office.

[…] (#)

*Lower and boundary setting tone | Gentler in the end*
No. You don’t need to come with me. I’ll be right back, okay?

(Heavy footsteps leave | Listener alone now – Water being poured | Cups set | Water boiling)

[Long Pause]

(Heavy footsteps reappearing)

*Much softer now | Noticeably relaxed*
Here I am.

[…] (#)

Yeah, I changed into something a bit more comfortable on the way. My uniform was soaked. And I don’t plan on returning to work anyway.

(Tea being poured)

*Soft*
Thank you for the tea.

[…] (#)

*Hesitant pause | First uneasy then carefully asking*
Indeed, the rain seems to be getting stronger… Is it okay if I… join you on the sofa?

[…] (#)

*Quietly relieved*
Thanks.

[…] (#) (Picks up cup of tea | Heavy footsteps | He sits down on the sofa)

*Slightly defensive but in a soft/tired way*
No. I’m alright.

*Brushing it off*
It’s just… the weather.

[…] (#)

*Slightly flustered | With an exhausted chuckle*
Hm? I’m not cold.

[…]

*Quiet and breathy*
You’re staring. It’s unsettling.

[…]

*Deep affection*
You’re impossible, you know that?
Most people would have taken “I’m fine” and left it at that. Yet somehow you keep deciding that’s not good enough.

… Thank you.

[…] (Cat paws approaching | Light meowing)

*Tormented but slightly playful*
Oh no.

(Cat jumping into his lap | Cloth rustling)

*Chuckles in disbelief*
Of all the places in this house. And you choose my lap.
I suppose you have poor judgment, you little traitor.

[…] (#)

*Voice drops | Soft but protective*
Hey, you should probably get some sleep soon.

[…] (#)

*Soft and reassuring*
I’m not sending you away. Just… don’t stay up because of me.

[…] (#)

*Tired warmth in his voice*
Hm? No, I know. You’re worried.
And for the record… I appreciate it.
Even if you’re terrible at following instructions.

[…]

*Small huff | With a smile on his face*
Between you and this cat, I’ve had remarkably little peace today.

[…]

*Gentle command*
So, better get some sleep.

[…] (#)

*Cutting her off softly*
And before you argue-
Yes. I’ll try to do the same.

(He gets up and turns to leave| Soft heavy footsteps on wooden floor | He stands in the doorway)

*Quiet and warm tone*
Goodnight.

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SIDE NOTE (CONTENT-BASED):

In case it didn't come off as clear as intended:

When the Officer gives her the pen to guard and calls it "important," he's not being fully literal. He's only giving her that small, harmless task to keep her resting while her hand heals. It's supposed to be a quiet way of protecting her without saying "I'm worried about you" or anything similar. That's also why his frustration later is so brief and soft, since he's not mad about the pen. Instead, he's realizing she outsmarted him again. So, read the scene as gentle manipulation with affection!

Heyy everyone,

Sooo, I’ve been writing ASMR scripts for myself a while now.
But now, since I started publishing some of them here lately, I’ve been wondering about something regarding formatting and readability.

I tend to use a lot of different formatting styles in my scripts (like spacing, color coding, sound cues, thoughts, etc.), and I’m starting to question whether that might actually make them harder to read for other people.

Here's an example of how I write them!

From my perspective as the writer, it all feels very structured and intentional. I know exactly why each part is formatted the way it is after all.

But I’m not sure if that translates well for readers, and if it might come across as a bit messy or chaotic instead.

Do you think a more consistent, simplified formatting style (less variation in colors/visual structure) would make scripts easier to follow overall?
Or is it fine as long as the intent is clear?

I’d really appreciate any feedback, especially from writers or VAs who regularly work with scripts.

I’m just trying to improve readability without losing the atmosphere I’m going for!

Thanks in advance! :)

Hey everyone!

This is a wholesome, slightly chaotic slow-burn script about a highly respected military officer whose newly assigned housekeeper completely flips his household upside down in just one week.

I wanted to write something that kinda balances comedy, comfort, and a slow emotional shift without stripping away the officer’s authority or making the dynamic feel soft too early.

I must say, this one was really fun to write!

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy!

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

You have been officially assigned as a live-in housekeeper to a highly known and feared military officer inside the kingdom.

The assignment is meant to be purely official, temporary and strictly professional.
On top of that, he only accepts it under one condition:

“No interference in operational matters.”

You agree.
That agreement only lasted approximately twelve minutes.

Now, a week has passed, and he slowly starts adapting to your unreasonable ways of dealing with things.

He’s trying to keep you out of trouble.
Though it’s not always that easy.

-----SCRIPT STARTS HERE-----

(Birds chirping, footsteps on wooden floor, kettle boiling)

*Little upbeat*
Good morning.

What’s this smell?

[…] (#) (Footsteps come to a stop, officer looks down on at dining table)

You… already prepared breakfast?

You didn’t have to do that-

[…] (#)

*a little uncertain*
Hm? Oh, um… coffee would be nice… I suppose…

[…] (#) (Cup being set down on wooden table)

*Caught slightly off guard by the gesture*
Thank you.

[Medium Pause] (He sits down, chair quietly creaking under his weight, takes some bread to eat)

This bread is still… warm.

Did you really walk all the way from here to the bakery?

[…] (#)

You didn’t…? You baked it yourself?

It tastes great.

[…] (#)

You’re welcome.

[Medium Pause]

(Birds still chirping, clinking dishes, eats bread, sips on his cup lastly)

*Confused but trying not to sound offended*
Mh… that’s black tea.
Didn’t I-

[…] (#)

I drink too much coffee?

I mean, I-

[…] (#)

Okay, okay, alright…
I’ll take the tea anyway.

[…] (#)

(He keeps on drinking/eating, Cow from the backyard mooing)

[…] (#)

Mh… what did you say…?

Who is hungry?

[…] (#)

*intrigued*
Buttercup?

[…]

Who is Buttercup?

[…] (#)

(he stands up, breakfast finished, goes towards her in the backyard, footsteps on wood)

*Genuinely caught off guard *
The cow?

[…] (#)

You named the cow… Buttercup?

[…] (#)

No, that’s okay-
I just… didn’t expect that.

[…]

Anyways.

*Low grounded tone*
I have to get going now. The duty briefing needs to get started soon.

[…] (#)

(footsteps on wooden floor, fabric/coat rustling, he puts on his coat)

Hey… Um where are my uniform boots?

[…]

Did you… reorganise them all?

[Medium Pause] (#)

*With a light huff of disbelief and dry amusement*
It’s more… efficient that way...?

[…] (#)

I don’t think-
*startled*
-Eh
Hey, what are you doing?
[…] (fabric rustling)
You don’t have to fix my collar.
I was about to-

[…] (#) (two small footsteps as he is forced to lean forward)

*Little amused*
Well, this is humbling…

[…]

Okay, enough really…

*Slightly annoyed but respectful*
My sleeves are completely fine-

[…] (#)

You better tell me where my boots are.

[…] (#)

Alright, thank you.

[Medium Pause] (Sounds of him putting on his uniform boots - his footsteps get heavier now)

(Listener leaves to the kitchen really quick - light footsteps on the wooden floor)

Now only my cloak…

Thank God, she didn’t reorganise them too…

[Longer Pause] (fabric sounds – he puts on his cloak)

Alright, I’ll be going now!

[…] (#)

 (A couple of footsteps – He turns to leave, but he gets called by her – footsteps stop)

Yeah?
*startled*
What-

(She hands him a big woven heavy basket)

What is that?

Why did you hand me a basket full of yeast pastries…?

[…] (#)

I am sorry…

What did you say you expect me to do with these?

[…] (#)

Distribute them?

[…] (#)

*With dignified disbelief*
I command military operations.

Not pastry deliveries.

[…]

I will not give this basket to my soldiers.

[…]

Here, take them back…

I have to get going now.

[…] (#) (Basket gets handed over to her, he turns to leave but gets stopped again)

What now-

Wait, what? no-

No, you won’t come with me to hand them out yourself.

[…] (#)

Those men are not supposed to be coddled!

(She gets ready to go – light footsteps, fabric rustling)

Do you hear me?

[…] (She ignores him – keeps dressing up)

You know what?

Fine. Give me that basket.

I’ll do it.

You stay here.

[…] (No reaction from her)

Hey, you can give me that now…

[…]

Wait, where are you going-?

(Light footsteps, door opens and closes, she left)

*long-suffering resignation*

God… What did I do to deserve this…?

Why does she have to be so… stubborn…

[Longer Pause] (Footsteps on wood, door opens and closes, hurried footsteps on gravel, birds chirping louder now)

Hey- wait.

[…] (His footsteps on the gravel get slower now)

You can still give me the basket and go back, you know?

I’ll distribute the pastries myself.

As I said.

[…] (#)

No-
Don’t misunderstand. That’s not what I meant.

I am not trying to avoid being seen with you.

[…]

It’s simply…

Not how I conduct official duties.

[…] (#)

Alright. No, I’m sorry.

… That came out wrong.

[…] (#)

At least, hand me the basket…
I will carry it to the chamber.

You do not need to follow me there, though.

[…]

… You are already going to ignore that, aren’t you?

(Gravel footsteps fading out)

---------- TIME SKIP ----------

(Stone footsteps fading in, people chatting in the  background, armour clattering)

Alright, we’re here.

[…]

(He opens the heavy door and holds it open for her)

After you.

[…] (#)

(Door swings shut loudly after he enters, hurried footsteps from guards/soldiers, chatter, steps on stone floor come to a stop)

*Authority in voice – low and grounded*
Good morning, Lieutenant.

We’re starting the briefing now. Gather everyone in the Council chamber.

[Longer Pause]

(Stone footsteps, heavy wooden door opening – Listener and Officer enter the chamber, quiet talking and footsteps in the background)

Alright, there you go… your pastries.

(He puts the basket on the floor next to her)

You’re going to have to hand them out after the briefing, though.

[…] (#)

Good.

[Longer Pause]

(More people entering over time, paper rustling, whispers fill the room)

Don’t get startled, I’ll be a bit louder for a second now.

[…]

*Clears throat*
Room, attention!

[…]

(Immediate silence, everyone stands up, Officer looks through the room)

*Calm authority*
Be seated.

[…]

(Everyone sits down simultaneously)

Status report, Captain Krell?

[Longer Pause]

I see.

The bandits are targeting isolated caravans now.

[…]

Double patrol frequency on the eastern roads.

And vary the schedules.

If they are watching us, I want inaccurate patterns.

[…]

Status report, Lieutenant Thalor?

(Fade out)

---------- TIME SKIP ----------

(Fade in)

Deploy scouts to the forest line.

Do not engage unless necessary.

Alright.

[…]

Questions?          

[…]

Then the plan is set.

[…]

Before dismissal.

Some of you probably have noticed our guest.

(Quiet mumbling starts to fill the room)

Would you mind introducing yourself and explaining why… you insisted on attending a war council today?

[Longer Pause] (#)

(Quiet chatter, little relaxed chuckles while listener explains)

Thank you. That will be all.

*Slightly softer now*
Set them on the side table, please.

I would be grateful for a moment alone with my officers. You may head back now.

[…] (#)

Thank you.

[Medium Pause] (Light footsteps on stone floor, door opens - she leaves, the heavy wooden door falls shut, Complete silence)

*Coldly composed*
Good…

[…]

*Professional mask returning*
Now that the distraction has left…

Resume your posture.

*Quiet authority*
All of you.

[…]

*Controlled warning*
… Do not mistake what you just witnessed for leniency.

That was an exception.

And exceptions do not repeat themselves.

[…]

*Voice rising slightly*
Is this war council a marketplace festival to you gentlemen?

(Hand slamming against the wooden desk)

*Louder now with scathing disappointment*
Look at yourselves. Sitting there, smirking like schoolboys, letting yourself be coddled like helpless infants.

*Sharp command voice*
You are soldiers of the line!

Not weeping babies begging for their mother’s milk!

The enemy does not bring soft pillows and warm bread.

[…]

*Deadly serious*
You will complete your duties before you touch anything on that table.

If I see a single hand reach for that tray, I will personally strip off their rank, and you will spend the night in the stockades.

*Building pressure*
I tolerate many things.

I tolerate mistakes.

I tolerate incompetence exactly once.

*Voice finally cracking like thunder*
But I will not tolerate my officers turning into delicate children!

*More grounded now*
… Have I made myself clear?

[…]

Good.

You are dismissed.

[Longer Pause] (People getting up and leaving in silence, then officer collecting his records – paper rustling)

Unbelievable…

[…]

Every time I think the standards cannot fall further…

[…]

*Softer now*
She shouldn’t be doing this… here.

[…]

I should probably head back now.

(Stone footsteps start and fade out)

---------- TIME SKIP ----------

 (Gravel footsteps fade in, birds chirping quietly in the background, door opens, footsteps on wooden floor)

I am back.

[…]

(Closes door, gets off uniform boots, cloak, gloves, coat, looks around the house while doing so)

*Quietly to himself*
Where is she...

[…] (#)

*Now louder so she can hear*
Ah, there you are.

[…] (#) (Heavy footsteps on wooden floor, walking around – sorting his uniform and heading to his office lastly)

Hm?

Yeah… it went… good-

[…]

They… enjoyed them very much, thank you.

[…] (#)

Oh, no, that’s not necessary.

Those pastries were enough, really.

[…]

(heavy footsteps on wooden floor, wooden door opens – enters his office, light purring audible)

*Deeply confused*
What on earth-

Is that a… cat?

(Footsteps on wooden floor – he’s not at the doorframe to his office)

*Attempting to remain rational*
Why is there a cat on my office chair?

[…] (#)

No, that’s a serious question.

*Repeating the question with a clearer voice*
Why is there a cat on my office chair?

[…]

I don’t own a cat.

You don’t own a cat.

Yet somehow there is a cat in my office.

And it’s sleeping…

On my chair.

[…]

How did it get in my office?

[…]

Hey-
Careful-

[…]

(She is walking through the doorframe and him – minor scuffle, light footsteps)

Are you going to answer me?

Where did you get that from?

[Medium Pause] (#)

It was meowing right outside the door…?

So- you took it in…?

Really?

[…] (#)

Do not pick it up.

… I said do not-

[…] (#) (Light steps come closer, cat purring now louder)

What?
No!

We’re not adopting that!

[…] (#)

Milo?

[…]

… You already named it?

[…] (#)

Sorry, him.
You already named him…

[…] (#)

*Quiet sigh*
Of course you did.

[…] (#)

No, we’re not going to-

Hey, wait a second.

Don’t just-

[…]

Stop, what are you doing?

I don’t want to hold it.

[…] (#) (Fabric shuffling, cat meowing quietly)

I said I don’t want to hold it.

[…] (#) (Cat begins to purr again)

I’m aware you just handed it to me.

…That doesn’t change anything.

[…] (#)

*Quietly suspicious*
Why is it looking at me like that…

[…] (#)

No, I don’t think it likes me.

*Dead serious*
It is very clearly judging me.

[…] (#)

I am not imagining that.

[…] (#)

Alright…

That’s enough.

[…]

Please take it back.

[…] (#) (fabric rustling, cat meowing)

Gently…

Before it decides, I am its enemy.

[…] (#)

I have work to do.

Preferably without a cat.

[…] (#)

*Soft tone*
Thank you.

[Medium Pause] (Light footsteps – she leaves, wooden door closes, Officer sits down at his chair)

*Tired exhale*
Finally…
Some peace and quiet…

[LONG Pause – eventually time skip]

(quiet evening ambience, pen scratching, slow paper rustling, suddenly: distant metallic crash)

*Immediately alert*
… What was that?

(He gets up and walks outside his office to check - assumes it’s her)

Stay where you are.
… I’m coming.

[…]

Oh god…

What happened?

[…] (#) (metallic clattering – he’s freeing her from some weapons that are lying all over the floor and discovers some blood on her hand)

*firm/controlled concern*
Show me your hand.

[…] (#)

Yes, I mean now.

[…] (#)

… Just let me see it.

[…]

You don’t need to hide it from me.

I can see the blood.

[…] (#)

*Gentle attentiveness*
Here… Sit down properly, alright?

[…] (a dull thud on the wooden floor)

That’s a deep wound.

It’s going to need cleaning.

[…]

Hold on a second…

[Medium Pause] (footsteps on wooden floor leaving and returning, tissue rustling, he kneels down next to her)

… You were in the weapon storage.

I thought I had been clear that the area wasn’t safe to clean alone.

[…] (#)

*Carefully measured*
No, I’m not upset.

I am just trying to understand what happened.

[…]

… Did something fall?

[…] (#)

…Hm.

[Medium Pause]

 

There.

Hold still for me now.

[…] (#)

Yes, it will sting a little.
Try not to pull away.

[…] (#) (Tissue rustling)

*Almost whispered*
You’re doing well.

[…]

*More worried than he wants to admit*
You should have called me.

… Or one of the guards.

[…]

You don’t have to prove you can handle everything in this house by yourself.
That’s not what you’re here for.

[Medium Pause] (mustering her – keeps treating her wound)

You’re shaking a bit…

[…]

*Gentler than intended*
It’s alright.

Just breathe.

[…]

*Watching her closely*
… Does it hurt badly?

[…] (#)

Be honest.

[…] (#)

…Alright.

We’re almost done.

[…]

…There.

Try not to use that hand for anything tonight…

And if it starts hurting more, you tell me immediately.

[…] (#)

No arguing.
I mean it.

[…] (#)

You can be more careful than this.

I know you’re trying to help.
But you don’t have to push yourself into things like that.

[…]

*Quietly sincere*
Not here… okay?

[…]

 

Come on.
Let’s get you sitting somewhere more comfortable.

(Helps her get up)

I’ll finish my work later.

[Longer Pause] (Footsteps on wooden floor, guides her to a sofa, both get seated)

Better.

Let me take a look again…

[…]

It’s already swelling less*…*

*Softer now*
That’s good.

[…]

You didn’t need to do that, you know.

... Clean the weapon storage.

[…]

That’s what the staff is for.

Not you.

[Medium Pause] (Cat meowing, paws on wooden floor, cat jumps on the listener’s lap, purring)

*Mild disbelief*
God…

[…]

That cat is still here.

Of course, it is.

It has completely settled in like it owns the place.

[…]

I leave for a few hours, and suddenly my home becomes a… shelter.

[…]

Do not look at me like that.

I am not adopting it.

[…] (#)

We are not having this discussion again.

[…]

(Cat purring)

*reluctant*
Though I must say, it is very calm.

Annoyingly calm.

[…] (#)

*Dry observation*
He seems to have picked you as his favourite.

[…]

*Fond exasperation slipping through*
Anything in this house that is stray, misplaced or generally… inconvenient…

Eventually ends up with you…

And refuses to leave.

I suppose I should be grateful it is only animals so far.

…for now.

[…]

You’re still bleeding slightly through the bandage.

[…]

Don’t move it*.*

[…]

I said don’t move it.

[…] (#)

I’m not scolding you-

[…] (#) (fabric rustling)

Just… stay still.

[Medium Pause] (Cat purring and crickets chirping outside become more audible)

*Quietly, before he can stop himself*
You scared me for a moment there…

[…] (#)

*Immediately trying to recover*
Don’t misunderstand.

I’m not saying that to make this dramatic.

*Searching for the right words*
I just…

[…]

Didn’t expect to walk into that.

[…]

Anyway…

[…] (He gets up from the sofa, soft but heavy footsteps on the wooden floor)

No more wandering off.

You’re going to rest tonight.

[…]

*Giving order softly*
No cleaning.
No reorganising anything.
And no ‘small tasks.’

I will handle it.

[…]

*Gentle authority*
You’re staying here…
Where I can see you.

[…]

*Tired amusement*
Tomorrow, we deal with the rest of the chaos…

Including the cat.

Including Buttercup.

… And whatever else you’ve adopted while I wasn’t looking.

Hi, it's me again!

Episode 4 is finally here. This one ended up being a bit longer than the previous episodes, but I felt like this chapter needed the extra time.

This was probably one of the most emotional episodes for me to write so far, and I really hope that comes across while reading or listening to it.

I highly recommend reading the Listener Setup before starting, as it contains important events that happen between Episodes 3 and 4 and helps make the story and character actions much easier to understand.

And for anyone planning to record or fill in this script: please consider using the included SFX and stage directions. They're completely optional, of course, but they were written to help with atmosphere, pacing, and story clarity. In my opinion they make the episode much easier to follow and add a lot to the overall experience.

As always, thank you so much for reading or eventually listening.

I genuinely hope you enjoy it!

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Part.1 - Click me!

Part.2 - Click me!

Part.3 - Click me!

Part.4 - You're already here!

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- If you use or perform this script, please credit me, (u/SunnyCalathea on Reddit).

- Voice acting, audio adaptation, editing for pacing are okay.

- Minor wording adjustments for natural speech flow are okay.

- Pronoun changes are okay.

- Paywalls are okay (as long as I get access)

- Changing the core plot or emotional progression is not allowed.

- Removing credit or claiming authorship is not allowed.

- Reposting the script without attribution is not allowed.

- Feedback is always welcome!

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LISTENER INTRO (POV SETUP):

After leaving the Commander’s office the other day, you returned to the Archive to continue sorting through the northern records.

That’s when you noticed it.
Several important documents went missing from your desk.

You searched for the rest of the evening in growing panic, turning the once neatly ordered shelves into complete disorder. But not matter how long you looked, the records were nowhere to be found.

With an uneasy step, you finally returned home late that night.

Only to find the missing documents torn into countless pieces and shoved beneath your front door.

And on top of them: an envelope.

With trembling hands, you opened it carefully.

“Hold your tongue.”

Panic settled in immediately. You stuffed the torn records and the letter into your bag, your first instinct being to go straight to the Commander.

But only moments after stepping outside, a shadow emerged from the dark.
Before you could react, the cold blade of a knife stopped dangerously close to you.

“Turn around”, a voice warned quietly.
“And stay silent.”

You barely slept that night.
And for the first time in years, you decided not to return to the Archive the next morning.

The shadow, still lingering around your house...

Now, all that lies ahead is your meeting with the Commander.

-----SCRIPT STARTS HERE-----

(Heavy footsteps on gravel, birds chirping loudly)

-In thoughts-
*relaxed/content*
The air feels lighter today. The weather finally settled down a bit.

[…]

Good thing I remembered to bring her umbrella back.

It would’ve been a poor excuse to keep holding onto it any longer.

[…]

*Quietly honest*
God, I have been looking forward to this.

The town felt quieter these last few days…

It’ll be good to see her again.

[…]

*Slightly self-conscious*
Hopefully, she likes the flowers I brought.

[…]
*dry amusement at himself*
Though I am not entirely sure why I brought them in the first place.

[…]

Maybe she is already at the Archive, waiting for me…

I have to hurry a bit.

(Hurried footsteps on gravel)

[Longer Pause]

Alright, I’m here.

(Footsteps come to a stop)

[…]

*Mild confusion*
Now, where is she…? I don’t see her…

Hm, maybe she’s taking a little longer. That’s fine.

[Long Pause – 5 mins later]

She’s still not here.

[…]

That’s strange…

She would’ve been here by now…

[…]

I mean… even I was already a bit late…

[…]

(slower steps on gravel as he looks around)

*Sigh*
No sign of her…

[…]

*First hint of concern*
She wouldn’t just miss this without telling me…

Not like this.

[…]

…Unless she didn’t have time.

[…]

Something urgent must’ve come up.

But what…?

[…]

I was really looking forward to this…

And she was too, if I… got that right…

[…]

Well…

*Exhale*
What am I supposed to do with these now…?

[…]

The flowers…

And her umbrella.

[…]

She wouldn’t just turn me down like this.

Not her…

[…]

Something’s wrong.

[…]

I’ll go check the Archive first.

If something happened, they’ll know.
-Out of thoughts now-

 

(Footsteps on gravel, then on stone, door opening with scrape, then closing reluctantly as the Commander enters the Archive)

Good morning-

[Short Pause]

*Confused and mildly alarmed*
What on earth happened here…?

Why are the shelves so messy?

[…]

(Footsteps on stone floor, pen scratching on paper, quiet room tone – slightly hollow)

That… was her?

Are you joking…?

[…]

No.

*Certain and defensive of her*
That doesn’t sound like her.

She practically kept this place running by herself.

*Firmly convinced*
She spent weeks getting these shelves organized.

Why would she suddenly leave them like this?

[…]

She was… looking for something?

*Investigative now, with authority in his voice*
What exactly?

[…]

You don’t know. Hm.

Is she here today?

[…]

She didn’t come in?

Since when?

[…]

You’ve been covering her work since yesterday?

Did she report anything?

[…]

*Concern creeping in*
At home? Sick…?

[…]

Right.
Thank you.

I’ll take it from here.

(Footsteps on stone floor as he turns to leave)

[…]

Have a good day.

(Door opens and closes with the latch clacking, hurried/uneasy footsteps on gravel, birds chirping quieter - Commander leaves the Archive and heads to her home immediately)

 

-In thoughts-
Sick…?

[…]

She looked completely fine when she came into my office the other day…

How did she get sick so quickly…?

[…]

Almost there…

Hm…?
I could’ve sworn I just saw someone further down the street at her house a moment ago.

[…]

No… probably just my imagination.

I’ve spent too much time chasing shadows these last few weeks.

[…]

I really need to make sure she’s ok…

[…]

*Worry growing*
What if she’s alone in there?

What if nobody’s checked on her?

[…]

God…
Why didn’t she tell anyone she was feeling this bad?

*Soft concern*
That poor thing.

[…]

Why would she try to handle this alone?

[…]

(He steps on her wooden porch - footsteps on wood)

Okay, I’m here…

[…]

Her blinds are completely shut down…

[…]

Let me just… knock, I guess…

-Out of thoughts-

 

(Gentle knocks against the wooden front door)

[Longer Pause]

(No reply)

*Quietly to himself*
She must be home, right…?

(Knocks again, but slightly harsher this time)

[…] *Slow worried exhale*

(He feels some footsteps coming closer on the other side of the door – it must be her)

*Gentle, reassuring*
Hello?

It’s me.

[…]

*Carefully concerned*
Are you… alright?

(No reply)

 

 -In thoughts-
Why isn’t she answering…?

She is clearly behind that door…
I heard her footsteps.
-Out of thoughts-

 

[Longer Pause]

I heard you’re sick.

Do you need assistance with anything?

[Longer Pause]

(Knocks again gently and takes a look towards the blinds)

Should I order a pharmacist to see you?

[Longer Pause]

 

-In thoughts-

I can see her silhouette behind those blinds…

But… Why isn’t she responding…?

[…]

It’s driving me crazy.

-Out of thoughts-

 

(His boots shifting around on the wooden floor)

*Gentle warmth but also worry in his voice*
It’s okay if you don’t want to talk.

[…]

I didn’t mean to interrupt your privacy.

*Completely sincere*
I only wish to know you’re safe…

[…]

*Uncertainty in voice*
I um… still have the…

(Looks at the flowers in his hand)

umbrella here for you…

[…]

I’ll just… leave it here on the porch… alright?

[…]

In case you need anything. Contact me immediately.

[…]

*Gentle firmness*
No matter the time, hear me?...

You know where to find me.

[…]

Take good care of yourself and rest well.

[…]

(Footsteps on wooden floor, then they come to a stop gently – he puts the flowers and umbrella down on the porch)

*Quiet disappointment*
I hope… to see you… soon again…

(Slightly turns around full with hope, as he turns to leave, boots scraping on the wooden floor)

*Deep sigh*

(Slowly walks home – first footsteps on wooden floor, then on gravel, birds are not chirping anymore)

 

-In thoughts-
I guess… I’ll… just go back to do some paperwork…

[…]

*Genuine uncertainty*
Did I… do something wrong…?

Why didn’t she talk to me…?

[…]

*Unsettled tone*
That silence…

It’s terrifying.

[…]

But I can’t just… force myself in…

It’s still her choice. She earned the right to be left alone.

I have to respect that.

[…]

Though…

This is not like her…

She never shies away from a confrontation.

It just doesn’t make sense…

[…]

*Vulnerability in voice*
I just… needed to hear her voice…

Just a single word.

[…]

Maybe I… did mess up…

[…]

Great… now there’s Thunderclouds rolling in…

I need to get home fast…

-Out of thoughts-

(Heavy footsteps on gravel grow faster, light rain appears slowly)

 

---------- [TIME SKIP TO VERY LATE EVENING] ----------

(Storm is running wild, heavy rain is pounding against the roof and the windows, fire crackling in the background, paper rustling softly)

 

-In thoughts-
*exhausted tone and deep exhale*
God, I really need a break from all those records…

How late is it…?

[…]

Almost midnight already…

And that storm still hasn’t subsided.

[…]

*soft*
I hope she’s okay…

Maybe I should’ve looked in on her one more time to make sure she really is alright…

I guess it’s already too late now.

[…]

I should get some sleep.

[…]

Or…perhaps I should go over the reports for the upcoming meeting once more.

God knows I won’t be sleeping anytime soon.

[…]

Alright, let’s see…

(Paper rustling)

-Out of thoughts-

 

(Harsh and loud knocks interrupt him)

Dear Lord-

*Tired confusion*
This late…?

(Heavy footsteps on wooden floor - He stands up to open the wooden door carefully, only to find the listener standing in front of him, trembling in tears and choking with sobs – heavy rain and thunder clearer to hear now)

*Immediate alarm*
What-

(his movement stops mid-step, momentary silence except for the storm, door remains open, rain still audible, his posture shifts immediately from tired to alert, he steps forward quickly now)

Hey…

-No, don’t stay there.

[…]

(firm grip at her arm/shoulder – controlled, not rough, he pulls her inside out of the rain)

*Protective command spoken firmly with a hint of softness in his voice*
Come inside.
Now.

[…]

(Door swings shut behind them with a heavy thud, rain sounds now muffled outside, fire crackling becomes clearer)

*Urgent concern*
What happened?

[…]

*Soft, grounding*
Hey… hey, come here…

(fabric rustling as he pulls her in to hold her)

Who did this to you?

[…]

Psshh, it’s okay…

[…]

*gentle*
I’ve got you…

[…]

Let it all out.

(Her face and hair brushing against the fabric of his clothes)

[…]

It’s alright.

I’m here…

[…]

You’re alright.

[…]

*Calm guidance*
Just breathe for me.

Nice and slow.

(His breath calmly slowing down to guide her)

That’s it.

[…]

I’ve got you.

[…]

*patient*
Take your time.

[Longer Pause]

Do you want… to talk about it…?

(Fabric shifting, his grip loosens slightly)

[Longer Pause] (#)

What? You got… threatened?

How? By who?

[Longer Pause] (#)

*Calm with a hint of controlled anger*
He threatened you with a knife?

[…] (#)

Wait.
Was he the one outside your house?

[…] (#)

That’s why…
That’s why you wouldn’t open the door.

Oh, sweetheart…

[…]

*Angry at himself*
If I’d known...

*Protective and completely serious*
I would’ve broken down that door myself.

(Fabric shifting)

[Slightly longer Pause] (#)

*Softness returning*
Hey, no, no, no, what are you apologizing for?

Look at me.

(Fabric shifting, his grip gets slightly firmer – not rough)

Hey… look at me…

[…]

You are not apologizing for any of this.

Okay?

[…]

Shh, I am here.

(Fabric shifting – he’s pulling her in close)

You are safe now…

[Longer Pause]

Come on…

Let’s get this wet coat off you.

[…]

(Wet cloak fabric brushing off her – He helps her take the coat off; she’s visibly shivering, coat being hung up)

Here…

[…]

*Deep concern*
God, you’re shaking.

[…]

Your clothes are fully soaked through…

[…]

*Gentle authority*
Sit down first.

(Slow and gentle footsteps on the wooden floor)

[…]

*Calm and soft tone*
Nice and slow…
There’s no rush anymore.

[…]

That’s it.

(Sounds of her sitting down on the sofa beside the fire – fire crackling closer now)

[…]

You’re freezing.

How long were you out there?

[Short pause]

Never mind.

We can talk about that later.
*honest*
Right now I only care that you’re here.

[…]

I might have something for you to change into…

Give me a second, alright…?

[Longer Pause] (#)

(Footsteps on wooden floor, door opening, Footsteps returning – The Commander gets a tunic from his chambers)

Here, take this tunic… It’s rather loose, so it won’t scratch, at least.

Are you comfortable with that…?

(Fabric rustling)

[…] (#)

Good.

You can use my chambers to get changed.

(Listener getting up from the sofa, light footsteps on the ground)

[…]

Give me your wet clothes when you’re finished.
I’ll hang them to dry.

(She enters his chambers, the fire crackling almost disappearing, heavy rain is more audible now, wet/heavy clothes falling on the floor, fabric rustling as the listener changes)

[Long Pause] (#)

(Picks up wet clothes, light footsteps, door opening and closing, fire crackling audible again)

There we go…

Let me get those drenched clothes of yours.

(She hands him her clothes)

[…]

*Checking in*
Does it feel comfortable?

(Footsteps on wooden floor as he hangs them up close to the fireplace)

[…] (#)

I’m glad.

[…]

Let’s get you properly warmed up…

(Fur cloak rustling)

I got you my fur cloak…
That should keep you cozy.

[…]

Come here… sit down.

(Footsteps, sofa sighing as both of them sit down)

[…]

*Light warmth in voice*
Hey… you don’t have to sit all the way over there.

(Listener moving over to him on the sofa – fabric shuffling)

[…]

Alright…

(heavy fabric settling over her shoulders)

Let’s put this over you.

[…]

There…
*careful/respectful now*
Is it alright if I… wrap my arm around you?

[…] (#)

Okay.

(His uniform fabric shifting as he leans in to wrap his arm around her)

[…]

That’s it.

[…]

Not too heavy, is it?

[…] (#)

Good.

*encouraging*
Just get comfortable.

(Fabric shifting)

[…] (#)

*reassuring*
Yeah, it’s okay, you can lean on me.

(More fabric shifting/rustling – Slight shift as she leans into him, small repositioning to make her more comfortable, his hand briefly hesitates before resting on her back, brief pause before stroking her back – as if checking she’s okay with it, his hand patting her now for the rest of time, so constant fabric brushing, fireplace still crackling in the background, Commanders calm and steady breathes become audible, heartbeat implied)

[Longer Pause] --> IN GENERAL: The pauses from here on are naturally longer.

(Deep but quiet exhale)

[…]

*calm voice*
You don’t have to explain everything right now.

Just stay here.

That’s enough for me.

[…]

Breathe with me, alright?

In…and out…

Slow…

Good.

[…]

You’re not alone anymore.

You hear me?

I’m right here.

[…]

You know…

*Quiet honesty in voice*
I’ve spent the entire day trying to convince myself you were simply ill.

[…]

I don’t think I believed that even once.

[…]

*self-critical*
I was angry at myself all day.

[…]

I thought maybe I’d said something wrong.

Or done something wrong.

[…]

*Soft realization*
Turns out I was worried for the wrong reason.

[…]

Next time…

*gentle*
Just… come find me sooner...

Alright?

(the fabric brushes from patting her back stop shortly)

[Longer Pause]

*Small huff of realization*

(fabric brushes continue)

*Low, soothing voice*
You don’t have to stay awake anymore.

[…]

Not tonight…

[…]

Whatever happened…

Whatever that man said to you…

[…]

*Soft certainty*
We’ll deal with it tomorrow.

[…]

*Comforting*
Tonight, you’re warm.

*Firm reassurance*
You’re safe.

And nobody is going to hurt you here.

[…]

The door is locked.

The fire is lit.

The storm is outside.

You’re in here with me.

[…]

Nothing’s going to happen to you tonight.

[…]

Nobody’s getting through that door.

Not while I’m here.

[…]

Let the rest wait until morning.

[…]

That’s it.

Just close your eyes, love…

Let yourself rest.

[…]

You don’t have to keep watch anymore.

[…]

You don’t have to listen for footsteps.

[…]

Or worry about who’s outside…

*Protective warmth*
I’ve got that now.

[…]

You can rest.

[…]

I’ve got you.

(He adjusts his arm and fur cloak more securely around her shoulders, fabric brushing from stroking her back continues)

[…]

*Almost whispered*
You can sleep now.

*Very soft / affectionate*
I’ll still be here when you wake up…

[…]

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-----SCRIPT STARTS HERE-----

(Border Commander sits at his office desk, papers in hand – reviewing files, paper rustling, hectic steps and faint voices behind the door, heavy footsteps stop at the wooden office door, harsh knocks)

A Lieutenant registers with their name and matter.

[Brief Pause] (Paper rustling – files back on the desk, he sits up straight in his chair)
*Firm tone*
Come on in, Lieutenant.

[Small Pause] (Door opens and closes quietly, heavy footsteps on wooden floor)

*Grounded military tone*
Report.

[Small Pause] (boots gaining a firm foothold on wooden office floor)

*Slightly surprised but composed*
You found the merchant?

[Small Pause]  (“Yes, Sir.”)

*Direct and efficient*
Alive?

[Pause] (Chair slightly creaking as he slightly leans back)

*Composed wit slight disbelief*
 And he still refuses to speak?

[Small Pause]

*Quiet authority*
Then question him again.
No pressure and no threats.
*Controlled frustration beneath his calmness*
Just find out what frightened him badly enough to abandon his entire shipment.

[Small Pause]

*A tired exhale before his voice steadies again*
Thank you, Lieutenant.

[Pause] (heavy footsteps on wooden floor, muted office, blurry chatter and footsteps outside - Lieutenant leaves, leaving the Commander alone)

(rubbing his face in exhaustion, Chair creaking as he leans back more)
*Deep tired sigh*
What in God’s name is happening up there…

[Pause] (gentle but firm knock on the wooden office door)

*Slightly impatient but calm*
Yes?
[Brief Pause] (soft footsteps entering, distant guards moving through halls, chatter in background, he’s not looking at the door – hands still in his face)
*Without hesitation*
Before entering my office, people usually-

[Small Pause] (Chair creaking as he raises up - he looks to the door, sees the listener)

*Tone softens naturally*
…Oh
[Brief pause] (He stands up completely now, boots on wooden floor)
*Gentler now*
It’s you.
[Brief Pause] (Walks around his desk, soft and firm boots on wooden floor)
*voice lowering slightly*
Come in.
[Brief Pause] (Points to the chair in front of his desk to get her seated, turns to the door, more soft and firm footsteps as he walks towards the door)
*soft and gentle but slightly insistent*
Please, sit down.

[Pause] (Closes the door, footsteps and chatter from the guards vanish and turn into muffled sounds, quieter intimacy appears, turns back around to face her)

*Faint warmth beneath his voice*
How have you been?

[Pause] (#) (soft, firm footsteps slightly slowing on wooden floor, he sits down at his desk, chair groaning under his weight)

*Quiet attentiveness*
 I am glad to hear that.

[Small Pause] (#) (He pulls off his gloves carefully)

*Deep exhale, tired but controlled now*
I’ve been alright, I suppose.
[Brief Pause]
Though the northern situation has been wearing on me more than I’d like to admit.
*Slightly more drained now, ending with a slightly humorous huff*
 I only returned a few hours ago, and somehow the paperwork has already doubled.

[Small Pause] (quiet chair creaking as he slightly leans forward)

*More attentiveness*
But enough about me.
*more open now*
You, on the other hand…
You… actually look rested this time.
[Brief Pause]
*With a smile*
That’s good.

[Small Pause] (#)

*Gentle firmness*
 Oh, the patrol?
[Brief Pause] (quiet chair creaking as he slightly leans backward)
Unsuccessful. We found nothing in the northern forest.
*Low, tired tone*
Then, on the second day, we received the message that a merchant had disappeared along the pass.
I sent a search troop immediately.
[Brief Pause]
They searched for three days before finally finding him this morning.
[Brief Pause]
*Small huff in disbelief*
Completely unharmed, no injuries, no signs of struggle.

Just missing his cargo.
[Brief Pause]
*Drained tone*
 None of it makes much sense.

[Small Pause] (#)

*Firm but not harsh*
Yes, already quite a while ago.
The Grand Commander has already contacted me.
There’ll be a full meeting with the High Command soon.
[Brief Pause]
*Quiet and tired exhale*
Which means this situation is becoming far more serious than I’d hoped.

[Pause] (#) (pained smile appears on his face, as she tells him to rest from work and free his mind – she suggests meeting up)

*Voice roughened slightly by exhaustion*
Mh… you’re probably right.
[Brief Pause]
*More composed now*
Though taking time away from duty to meet up isn’t exactly simple right now.
Everything along the northern boundary has been piling up at once.
[Brief Pause]
*Soft humor returning briefly*
I can’t exactly disappear from the office without an explanation.

[Pause] (#)

*Faint amusement*
… Discussing regional records with the town Archivist would technically qualify as work.
[Brief Pause]
That’s a dangerously convincing argument.
[Hesitant Pause]
*Slightly more serious now*
Still.
If anyone asks what required that much discussion, I’ll need a better answer than ‘archival inconsistencies’.

[Small Pause] (#) (Paper rustling – she hands him some records)

*Slight concern and interest in voice*
Hm? What’s that?
A record from the north pass?
*A little softer now*
Can I take a look?

[Long Pause] (#) (Chair groaning as he leans forward to take the records, muffled voices and footsteps outside fill the silence as he views the records in his hands)

*More open now with quiet attentiveness*
But… those are just faint time deviations.
Those happen all the time, delays, bad weather, incorrect entries-
[Brief Pause]

*Sharpened and concerned tone*
Wait.
Show me that again.
[Brief Pause] (paper flipping)
*Quiet tension beneath calmness*
What’s this? Your old archive copy?
[Brief Pause] (#) (paper rustling, shifting, short shoe scuff on wooden floor)
Let me see that one too.

[Long Pause] (muffled voices and footsteps outside fill the silence as he views the records)

*With careful disbelief*
…These are supposed to be the same report?
[Brief Pause]
*Voice lowering*
The timestamps are completely different here.

[Small Pause] (#) (paper flipping)

*Carefully processing information, more focused now*
And… this route marker… it was removed entirely from the newer version.

[Long Pause] (paper rustle, muffled voices and footsteps fill the silence)

*More alert now*
Since when were supply deliveries rerouted through the eastern crossings?
[Brief Pause]
I don’t remember authorizing anything like that.

[Small Pause] (paper flipping)

And here… the shortages in the northern settlements started around the same dates these route changes appear.

[Small Pause]

No…

[Deliberate Pause]

*Controlled concern*
This isn’t just a simple clerical error.

[Deliberate Pause] (paper rustling as he lays them on the desk)

*Voice lowering as realization settles in*
If these records were altered after submission…
[Brief Pause]
… then someone inside the regional trade system is changing archived reports intentionally.

[Deliberate Pause] (#) (concentrated glance on the paper)

Which means, if that were true, that the supply shortages were never accidental.
[Brief Pause]
And if shipments are being redirected without authorization.

[Deliberate Pause]

*Trying not to sound too worried*
…then there’s something operating in the north that someone wants hidden.

[Pause] (light chair creaking as he leans slightly backward)

*Sigh, then calm but dissatisfied tone*
But… that still doesn’t explain the patrol reports.
[Brief Pause]
Or why nobody is willing to talk.

[Pause] (a quieter pause settles)

*Thinking out loud*
Fear usually leaves patterns behind.
[Brief Pause]
This doesn’t.

[Small Pause]

*Gentle firmness*
Are you absolutely certain these copies came from the same archive submission?

[Small Pause] (#)

*Slightly softer*
Alright.
[Brief Pause]
Then I believe you.

[Pause] (neither speaks for a moment, he is still looking at the records, then at her)

*Soft and slightly admiring attentiveness*
You kept the original copies.
[Brief Pause]
Most people would’ve thrown them out after rewriting the records.
[Brief Pause]
*Soft with slight relief under his breath*
…Good thing you didn’t.

[Small Pause] (Heavy footsteps appear in front of the door, harsh knocks on the office door)

“Commander, Lieutenant Grey here.”

[Brief Pause]
*Slightly louder and grounded military tone*
One moment.
[Brief Pause]
*With a softness reserved only for her*
I apologize… this is something really important.
Thank you for informing me.
*Slightly hopeful*
Was that… everything you wanted to tell me?

[Small Pause] (#)

*With more concern than intended*
If anything changes, you contact me immediately.
Doesn’t matter the hour.
[Brief Pause]
Understood?

[Small Pause] (#)

*Soft satisfaction, all concern vanished*
Good.
I live just down the road from the boundary office.
*Slightly more serious now*
If it’s urgent, come directly to me.

[Small Pause] (#)

*With a distressed sharp exhale through the nose*
Seems they’re not planning on giving me much peace today.

[Deliberate Pause] (Impatient harsh knocks on the office door, she turns to leave, he quickly stands up – heavy boots on the wooden floor, coat fabric shifting, sword belt slightly adjusting itself)

*Soft and careful now*
…And about your offer.
[Brief Pause]
Does the morning after tomorrow still work for you?

[Small Pause] (#) (She turns to face him again and agrees with a smile)

*A tired warmth in voice*
Good. I’ll see you at the Archive then.
[Brief Pause]
*Gentle with a smile*
Take care.

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-----SCRIPT STARTS HERE-----

(Door swings open, distant wind outside, soft boots on the stone floor,)

*Slight amusement in voice* Hey, you’re still here at this hour?
*Slightly breathless from walking in* Didn’t think I’d see the lights still on when I came back through town.

 
(Door grinds when closed)

*More thoughtful now* That door’s latch is still sticking… you might want someone to fix that before winter fully sets in.

(He walks in more relaxed)

Here, I brought the reports from the northern route. I thought it made more sense to drop them off directly instead of letting them sit until morning.

*Tone softens* Did something keep you here late, or did you just lose track of time?

 

*Trying not to sound too personal*  Hm, alright.

(Places the papers down on the desk)

Well, there’s nothing urgent, but I wanted you to have them anyway. *brief tired breath*  People have started avoiding parts of the forest pass again, even though there’s no clear reason for it yet.
Have any travelers mentioned anything strange to you in the last few days? Or are there any new reports from the northern watch posts?

(Paper rustling)

*Gentler tone* Hey, you don’t have to rush, I am not in a hurry.

(Pause, he gets reports handed over)

Thank you.

(He flips through the reports, scanning for relevant information)

Hm…  I don’t think it’s bandits. If it were, we would have clearer reports by now.
It feels more like people are reacting to something they can’t quite describe, *brief pause* and that worries me more than direct threats.

It’s the kind of pattern that doesn’t make sense until it suddenly does.

(Brief pause)

*Small worried exhale* I just don’t want to be the one who notices it too late.

Well, I guess I need to adjust the next patrol cycle back to the northern passages then.

(He sorts the reports, brief pause, he glances around the organized shelves)

*Attentive but grounded tone* You’ve changed how this section is sorted, haven’t you? It’s way easier to navigate now.

 

God, that must’ve taken a long time. *a subtle huff of amusement*

*Less formal now* Honestly, I’ve been through a lot of archives in different towns, and most of them don’t really get updated this well. Usually, things just pile up.

That aside, most people wouldn’t even think about reorganizing records like this unless they were told to.

(Watching her sort)
*Tone softening* You always know exactly where things are, don’t you?

I know some trained clerks who still can’t keep a system like this consistent.

 

(Brief pause, he looks at her directly)

*Gentle but worried tone* Hey, you’ve been so quiet tonight. Is something on your mind, or just focused on your work?

 

(He nods slightly, accepting her answer gently, without pressure)

*Tired sort of warmth in his voice*  Yeah… I get that. Some nights are like this.

*Even, composed voice*  I won’t keep you long. I just need to go through these reports and make sure nothing is missing.

(Paper rustling, a pause before he speaks a little more personally)

But *Slight hesitation* I still wanted to ask you something while I’m here.

*Curious*   When I pass through town on patrol, do you usually stay up this late here, … or am I just catching you at the wrong times?
You don’t have to stay up so late every time I bring something in, you know. I can always wait until morning. *Speaking carefully now*   I just… end up coming here anyway because it feels easier to bring everything directly to you.

 

(He gathers some papers)
I suppose that’s true. But *Gentler tone* still, you also need some rest, okay?

 

Alright *Small exhausted exhale*   … that should be everything that needs attention for now.
*Voice carrying quiet authority *   I’ll go through all of this properly once I’m back at the boundary post. If anything stands out, I’ll send a message before my next patrol shift.

(Brief pause)

*Quiet drained sigh* I thought I’d get here quicker today, at least… but I suppose the roads weren’t as straightforward as I expected.

 

*Tiredness in his voice*   Mh… You’re probably right.

(Pause, he glances out the window into the night)

*Tired sort of warmth in his voice*   Do you ever notice how this place feels different at night compared to daytime? I mean, it’s still the same room, but it doesn’t really feel like it is.

 

*More open now*   Now that you mention it, it is quieter in here than I remember most places being at night.

 

I think the same thing happens on the road sometimes. Certain stretches just…  don’t feel like they belong to the same world once the sun goes down.

(He glances toward the door, brief pause)

*Soft tone*   Makes it easy to lose track of time in places like this.

 

*Slightly raised voice, but controlled*   I think I should probably head back soon. The next route starts early tomorrow, and I still need to go over the path notes properly. *Small exhale*   

(Heads to the door, soft boots on stone floor)

*Tone briefly more playful*   Oh, and I’ll probably be back through here in a few days again. That’s how the next route is scheduled.

(Brief pause, then softer tone)

You’ll probably still be here when I return, *Hopeful voice drops a little*   … won’t you?

 

Good. *Quiet and composed now* That’s… good.

*Slightly easier smile in his voice*   Alright then, I’ll see you next time I’m back through town.

*Briefly more playful*   And try not to let this place keep you awake all night again.

(He opens the door and looks at her with a faint smile)

*With a softened expression*   Rest well.

(The door closes with a soft scrape)

Hey everyone,

I’m really excited to share Episode 2 of this series.

This is actually the first time I’m writing something with a continuing storyline, so I’m still figuring things out as I go, but I’m genuinely enjoying building this world and the characters within.

This episode is a bit more personal than the first one. It still has the same slow, atmospheric tone, but I wanted to lean more into the quiet moments between the characters and the feeling of “something unspoken” starting to build.

Thanks for checking out!

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- Changing the core plot or emotional progression is not allowed.

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(Door swung open wide with a grind, heavy rain is pattering outside, boots that form puddles step on stone floor)

*upbeat* Good morning, everyone!
*lightly joking*  Sorry about this mess. It’s absolutely pouring out there.

(The door closes reluctantly, paper rustling softly)

*slightly annoyed but soft tone* That damn latch…

(he turns around, sees the listener again)

*tone softens* Hey, you’re here again? *dry amusement in his voice* Don’t tell me you practically slept in the archive.

(Pause, she hands him a blanket, rain tapping against the windows)

... Wait, *light chuckle*  is that for me?

*with softer laugh under his breath* You really came prepared for this weather, huh?
*gentle tone* You didn’t have to do that though, thank you.

(Small pause, fabric shifting as blanket is adjusted)

*more playful* I think the rain soaked through half my coat on the way here.
(brief pause, wet coat being hung up)
And yeah… *slightly lower tone* tea sounds perfect right now. That’s really kind of you.

(Small pause, tea being poured)

*voice steadies* The route patrol got rescheduled to tomorrow due to the rainstorm today. So, I decided to come over again to review some more guard logs from the North.

(Pause, cup set down carefully, he walks around the counter and glances at her, noticing dark circles under her eyes)

*calmer and gentler now* You look exhausted. Did you get some sleep last night?

(Small pause)

*slightly playful* Mm… Right. *more serious and gentle* You really need some rest.

(Brief pause, rain fills the short silence between them)
*controlled, soft voice* The forest path situation is not more important than your health.

(A quiet moment stretches, only the sound of rain outside)

*more conversational tone* Besides… the entire town feels half asleep in weather like this.
The roads were almost empty coming into town. Usually there are at least a few merchants trying to outrun the rain.

(Chair shifting on stone floor)

*less formal* Honestly, it was strange.

(Soft sip of tea, she is looking for a few reports, paper rustling)

*tone softens with gentle attentiveness* Hm? Let me see…

(Small pause, paper rustling, viewing reports, tea drinking)

*Even, composed tone*  The grain shortages in the North? I’ve already heard about that, too. The northern shipment control centers have sent me their inventory reports; they’re also a bit short on medicine.
(Brief pause)
*slightly lower and less formal*  But that should be nothing to worry about. It’s probably the carters and packmen avoiding the forest pass. *mild contained frustration*  The alternative routes they take now use up way more time. It’s probably just the delays.
(Brief pause)
*more serious*  I already sent out some patrols into the forest to investigate, in case we really missed something. *with a little tension* Because otherwise none of this really makes sense.

*slight exhale*  I mean, even the travelers and merchants passing trough the boundary office to register with us, avoid the forest completely for no good reason.

(Pause, he notices her almost falling asleep, rain outside fills the silence)

*a quiet huff of realization* 

*voice softens without him noticing*  You’re tired, aren’t you?
(Brief pause, thinking better of saying something)
*slightly firmer*  Let me walk you home, you’ve spent enough time here in those record halls.

(Small pause)

*insistent but soft*  I’m serious come on, take your coat, you’re barely staying awake at this point.
(Brief pause)
You do have something to keep the rain off, right?

(Small pause, drinks up tea, chair shifts, soft boots on the stone floor)

*with light relief*  That’s good.

*briefly more playful*  I’d rather not have the town archivist collapse from exhaustion halfway down the road.
(Brief pause)
*more open now*  Do you live far from here?

(Small pause, fabric shifting, soft boots on floor, rain tapping against window)

*upbeat*  Well then, that’s on my way to the boundary office anyway.

(Pause, soft boots on stone floor, puts wet coat back on again, looks back to her)

*soft tone*  You ready?
Let’s go.

(Gets ready, takes umbrella, opens the scratching door, both of them leave the Archive under the same umbrella, damp and crunching footsteps on the gravel, Rain tapping on the fabric above them, a quiet stretch of walking with no dialogue)

*grounded tone*  I think the weather somehow got worse while we were inside.
(Brief pause)
*jokingly*  At this point I’m starting to think the north just enjoys making my job difficult.
(Brief pause)
But I guess I can’t complain too much. Today technically turned into a day off.
(Brief pause)
*with an sigh*  … Well, closest thing to a day off we’ll get out here.

(Pause, damp and crunching footsteps on gravel, rain tapping on the umbrella)

*dry amusement in his tone*  You know, most archives in towns like this are completely empty by sunset.
I think this is the first one I’ve seen where the Archivist stays longer than the guards do.

(Pause, Heavy rain outside fades slightly into background)

*voice lowering unconsciously*  It’s quieter out here when it rains.

Almost makes the road feel… *little concern beneath his calmness*  different.

Like the town forgets to breathe for a while.

(Small pause)

*now calm*  …I don’t mind it though.
(Brief pause)
*soft, attentive tone*  Careful, you’re drifting back into the rain again.
(Brief pause)
Here…
(Brief pause, Umbrella shifting more to the listener’s side)
*soft check-in* That better?

(Small pause, footsteps on stone, both arrive at her front doorstep)

*grounded voice* Ah… so this is your place.
*reluctant* Alright then, *gentle firmness* you better get to rest now.
(Brief pause)
*slightly amused* And before you argue with me-
*light humor and smile in tone* -yes, I’m saying that as an official recommendation from the Border Commander.

(Small pause)

*careful, slightly hesitant* Here… your umbrella.

(Wants to hand back the umbrella, but gets stopped; she wants him to keep it)

*honest and gentle* It’s yours. And with my patrol schedule lately, I don’t know when I’d even get the chance to return it.

(Small pause)

*tone softens* Are you sure?

(Small pause)

*sincere and more formal* Thank you, I’ll return it as soon as possible, I promise.
(Brief pause)
*more in a commander tone but softer* I have to get going now, I still need to make a few preparations for tomorrow’s route patrol in the boundary office.
(Brief pause, his footsteps slowly return to the damp gravel)
*gentle warmth returning* I’ll see you again soon, and really rest this time, okay?

(Small pause)

*more quiet and warm* Good… take care.

Hey everyone,
this is actually my first time posting a script like this online, so I’m not entirely sure how it’ll be received, but I wanted to give it a try anyway.

Thanks for checking it out!

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Part.2 - Click me!
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USAGE RULES:

- If you use or perform this script, please credit me, (u/SunnyCalathea on Reddit).

- Voice acting, audio adaptation, editing for pacing are okay.

- Minor wording adjustments for natural speech flow are okay.

- Pronoun changes are okay.

- Paywalls are okay (as long as I get access)

- Changing the core plot or emotional progression is not allowed.

- Removing credit or claiming authorship is not allowed.

- Reposting the script without attribution is not allowed.

- Feedback is always welcome!

If you decide to perform this, I’d really appreciate it if you could share a link to your recording. I’d love to hear how you bring it to life!

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You can find my Script here! (+ Listener Intro / POV Setup)

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-----SCRIPT STARTS HERE-----

(Door swings open, distant wind outside, soft boots on the stone floor,)

*Slight amusement in voice* Hey, you’re still here at this hour?
*Slightly breathless from walking in* Didn’t think I’d see the lights still on when I came back through town.

 
(Door grinds when closed)

*More thoughtful now* That door’s latch is still sticking… you might want someone to fix that before winter fully sets in.

(He walks in more relaxed)

Here, I brought the reports from the northern route. I thought it made more sense to drop them off directly instead of letting them sit until morning.

*Tone softens* Did something keep you here late, or did you just lose track of time?

 

*Trying not to sound too personal*  Hm, alright.

(Places the papers down on the desk)

Well, there’s nothing urgent, but I wanted you to have them anyway. *brief tired breath*  People have started avoiding parts of the forest pass again, even though there’s no clear reason for it yet.
Have any travelers mentioned anything strange to you in the last few days? Or are there any new reports from the northern watch posts?

(Paper rustling)

*Gentler tone* Hey, you don’t have to rush, I am not in a hurry.

(Pause, he gets reports handed over)

Thank you.

(He flips through the reports, scanning for relevant information)

Hm…  I don’t think it’s bandits. If it were, we would have clearer reports by now.
It feels more like people are reacting to something they can’t quite describe, *brief pause* and that worries me more than direct threats.

It’s the kind of pattern that doesn’t make sense until it suddenly does.

(Brief pause)

*Small worried exhale* I just don’t want to be the one who notices it too late.

Well, I guess I need to adjust the next patrol cycle back to the northern passages then.

(He sorts the reports, brief pause, he glances around the organized shelves)

*Attentive but grounded tone* You’ve changed how this section is sorted, haven’t you? It’s way easier to navigate now.

 

God, that must’ve taken a long time. *a subtle huff of amusement*

*Less formal now* Honestly, I’ve been through a lot of archives in different towns, and most of them don’t really get updated this well. Usually, things just pile up.

That aside, most people wouldn’t even think about reorganizing records like this unless they were told to.

(Watching her sort)
*Tone softening* You always know exactly where things are, don’t you?

I know some trained clerks who still can’t keep a system like this consistent.

 

(Brief pause, he looks at her directly)

*Gentle but worried tone* Hey, you’ve been so quiet tonight. Is something on your mind, or just focused on your work?

 

(He nods slightly, accepting her answer gently, without pressure)

*Tired sort of warmth in his voice*  Yeah… I get that. Some nights are like this.

*Even, composed voice*  I won’t keep you long. I just need to go through these reports and make sure nothing is missing.

(Paper rustling, a pause before he speaks a little more personally)

But *Slight hesitation* I still wanted to ask you something while I’m here.

*Curious*   When I pass through town on patrol, do you usually stay up this late here, … or am I just catching you at the wrong times?
You don’t have to stay up so late every time I bring something in, you know. I can always wait until morning. *Speaking carefully now*   I just… end up coming here anyway because it feels easier to bring everything directly to you.

 

(He gathers some papers)
I suppose that’s true. But *Gentler tone* still, you also need some rest, okay?

 

Alright *Small exhausted exhale*   … that should be everything that needs attention for now.
*Voice carrying quiet authority *   I’ll go through all of this properly once I’m back at the boundary post. If anything stands out, I’ll send a message before my next patrol shift.

(Brief pause)

*Quiet drained sigh* I thought I’d get here quicker today, at least… but I suppose the roads weren’t as straightforward as I expected.

 

*Tiredness in his voice*   Mh… You’re probably right.

(Pause, he glances out the window into the night)

*Tired sort of warmth in his voice*   Do you ever notice how this place feels different at night compared to daytime? I mean, it’s still the same room, but it doesn’t really feel like it is.

 

*More open now*   Now that you mention it, it is quieter in here than I remember most places being at night.

 

I think the same thing happens on the road sometimes. Certain stretches just…  don’t feel like they belong to the same world once the sun goes down.

(He glances toward the door, brief pause)

*Soft tone*   Makes it easy to lose track of time in places like this.

 

*Slightly raised voice, but controlled*   I think I should probably head back soon. The next route starts early tomorrow, and I still need to go over the path notes properly. *Small exhale*   

(Heads to the door, soft boots on stone floor)

*Tone briefly more playful*   Oh, and I’ll probably be back through here in a few days again. That’s how the next route is scheduled.

(Brief pause, then softer tone)

You’ll probably still be here when I return, *Hopeful voice drops a little*   … won’t you?

 

Good. *Quiet and composed now* That’s… good.

*Slightly easier smile in his voice*   Alright then, I’ll see you next time I’m back through town.

*Briefly more playful*   And try not to let this place keep you awake all night again.

(He opens the door and looks at her with a faint smile)

*With a softened expression*   Rest well.

(The door closes with a soft scrape)