"Miraak!" The small woman brushed violently passed the guards that stood by the door to his throne room. Her red hair burning like fire in the light of the horrific many piers in the room.

"What have you done? What is the meaning of all of this?!" Her matching red dragon priest clothing swayed around her as she walked to the steps of his seat. The gold inlayed across her figure shone bright and beautifully as she stood in front of him, tall and proud, despite her half breed heritage.

Her being a half breed, between nord and elf, had not affected how Miraak thought of the young woman. She was powerful, to say the least, and worthy of her position as Dragon Priestess more than he could say about any of the others he had once called colleagues. Something about her had always been a draw to him, a pull at his very soul that told him how much he had to have her. He hadn't understood it at first, he had only realized after he had spoken to his newest master. Hermaeus Mora had told Miraak of his dragonborn heritage, the first, and only or so he had thought, till he had taken another look at his lover. The fire of her soul burning as brightly as her hair. Gods was she beautiful.

Miraak stood from his throne and walked down the steps to his mate, taking her hands gently and stared at her through his mask, something he only removed when they were alone.

"Leave us." His voice echoed calmly through the room, his guards looking at eachother before leaving the room and shutting the door behind them. Miraak took the chance to slowly remove his mask, setting it on a table near the both of them and looked at her, his expression calm and unmoving as usual. This only seemed to make her glare more fierce.

"What have you done?" She practically spit the words at him, her small hands forming balled fists before he could take them in his again.

"What needed to be do-"

"No! You aren't doing this because it needed to be done! You are doing this because you want power! It's all you've ever wanted!" her hands jut forward as she pushes him, causing him to take a careful step backwards up a step, only elevating his height above her further.

"I desire much more than just power Elis-"

"Hold your tongue you foolish man!" She pushes him again, her eyes closing in anger as she tries to hold back her furry. "If you had simply wanted to be free of the dragons you would have helped the nords that asked for your assistance in fighting Alduin!"

"I have my own reasons for-"

"I SAID HOLD YOUR TONGUE TRAITOR!" She glared up at her mate, his eyes wide from her outburst, as well as words.

"I am no traitor Elisa, I am a revolutionary. I am not going to be ruled by dragons when I can so easily over power them. They aren't as powerful as they claim and we shouldn't live in fear of them. We shouldn't worship them like gods, when people like us can kill them." He steps down, taking her hands in his again, rubbing his thumbs across her knuckles to try and calm his Dov Vahdin.

"There is no us Miraak." She rips her hands from his with a hiss. "Do not touch me. You forthefit that right when you senselessly turned against the masters without any sort of preparation! All you will succeed in is getting yourself killed like the traitor you are. No one will remember you, or your legacy, or your name. You will be destroyed and written as a traitor, then forgotten. You have no allies." her words struck him hard, causing a constriction in his chest.

"I have you my mate, don't I?" Forgetting he has no mask on, Miraak allows himself to frown, reaching for his smaller mate again only for her to take a step back, still glaring.

"I will not die for your arrogance Tahrodiis Mun. Zu'u hind tol hi ag."

Translations

Dov Vahdin - Dragon maiden

Zu'u hind tol hi ag - I hope that you burn

Tahrodiis Mun - Treacherous man