The Epic Telling of the Stories of Elizabeth the Fair. Takes place around the same time as Skyrim, but in different provinces.

Author's notes-

It's been a while since I wrote one of these, so bear with me. This story takes place during the times of the Dragonborn's return, but doesn't handle the Dovakiin directly; as it instead handles the tale of an Imperial woman. I shan't reveal too much more, so enjoy!

Imperial City, Cyrodiil. 4E 201 4th of Hearthfire, Morndas.

"I feel the uprisings in Skyrim are inspiring the Brentons. The spies report of local militias training all throughout Highrock!" General Krovlius reported with anger.

"I feel the same, General. We should be ready. Send what orders you think are necessary to the others, and we shall make the arrangements." King Attrebus Mede V responded thoughtfully.

"Sir." Krovlius nodded, then turned and walked down the massive hall, and pass the guards. He was sick of this war. He hated the thought of another set of battles to be fought, and blood to be spilled.

Unfortunately, he was the only one.

"You'll be great, dear. Stop fretting, you've trained so hard! I wouldn't be surprised if you made a top placement!" Elizabeth spoke to her worried son. Luucius stood behind his mother, who was hanging wet garments on the string above.

"You're only saying that because you're my mother. I don't know why I even ask you," the young boy scoffed.

"You're right, Luuk. She is only saying that because she's your mother. I, frankly, think you will fail miserably," said the small girl who sat next to her mother.

"Luna, please. Mind you tongue," Elizabeth scolded her daughter.

Luucius had been training for the Children's Arena Matches within his class of young warriors. These Arena matches were not a matter of life or death like normal matches, but instead more like a game of fencing. The winner won a horse, so Luucius had been training hard. If he won that horse he would be the happiest boy in all of Tamrieal!

Just as Luucius was lost in his thought, a man in medium Imperial armor shuffled into the yard.

"Father!" Luna and Luucius shouted in unison. Their faces where lit with joy as they ran towards their father. The man whom they ran towards, however, had a face that was the converse of theirs. His face was contorted with sadness, but was hidden to the average commoner with the mask of a smile.

Then again, his wife was no average commoner.

As it was that even as his children jumped on him playfully, and he returned their laughs, his wife could see through him like clear water. She could see the restraint in eyes. Elizabeth walked towards him slowly, allowing her children to clear out back to their rooms inside before facing her husband.

"What is it?" Elizabeth asked with concern.

"There has been some trouble uprising in Highrock. . . " Krovlius answered as they walking inside together.

"So you're going to be gone for who knows how long," Elizabeth concluded dryly.

"No more than a few days, a week maybe," Krovlius countered quickly.

"When are you leaving?" Elizabeth asked, her voice now saddened slightly.

"Tomorrow," Krovlius answered. "I promise I'll write often."

"Well," Elizabeth sighed as she got up. "I best start dinner then."

She knew there was no point in arguing. He was going no matter what her opinion was.

That's how it always worked.

Imperial City, Cyrodiil. 4E 201 5th of Hearthfire, Tirdas.

"Goodbye, dearest," Krovlius smiled sadly as he patted his daughter's head with an iron-covered hand. Luna only hugged him in response.

"Father, you'll be back for my tournament, right?" Luuk asked his father, who was now turned to him.

"You have my word, lad," the general pretend-saluted his son.

The young boy smiled at his father.

Finally, the Imperial turned to his wife, who was refraining from showing much emotion, despite hating her husband's job at that moment.

"Gooday, Fair Lady," Krovlius joked, taking his wife's hand and gingerly placing a kiss on it.

"Krovlius."

Elizabeth let a small smile grace her face as her husband placed a kiss on her forehead before turning and walked toward his horse that was surrounded by his men waiting to leave.

Boarder between Cyrodiil and Highrock. 4E 201 7th of Hearthfire, Turdas.

They had been patrolling for two days now, and had yet to find anything suspicious. Krovlius's men were beginning to think this was a waste of time, and he was feeling the same at this point.

"Halt! Water break," Krovlius ordered to his tired men. They settled their horses before taking out their water satchels to drink from. Krovlius himself looked up at the clear sky. The sunlight was glimmering even through the now auburn trees. His eyes just stared up at the beautiful, crisp sky-

"NOW!"

Suddenly, the clear sky became dust-gray clouds that surrounded him and all of his men. His ears rung and his senses escaped him. He was unable to tell what was what as a large pain hit his back, knocking him to the ground. His hands were tied sloppily and swiftly, and his head was hit in an obviously failed attempt to knock him out, but he played dead anyway.

He was thrown onto a rickety wooden carriage. He could tell his captors weren't well trained by their knots on his restraints, but they weren't stupid enough to forget to take his weapon. The general concluded not to escape, as he had no idea how many man there were.

The carriage started moving slowly after the smoke cleared. He peaked open one eye to see that he wasn't the only one still alive, as only three of his ten men had been killed.

Krovlius was scared, but also oddly excited to be able to see within the enemy lines. These men were quite clearly not in any real army, but were instead probably the militia men that were reported earlier.

Wait. What about his family? His daughter, and his son, and his. . .

". . . Wife?" The Imperial courier asked Elizabeth at her front door.

"Yes," Elizabeth answered. She refrained from showing her excitement. She was good had been waiting for a letter from her spouse.

"I'm sorry to report," The man began. "But you're husband has been captured during his duties. We are unsure when or if he will return."

"Oh," Elizabeth held back her emotions to the best of her abilities. "T-Thank you."

Her voice cracked and her hands shook violently after closing the door. She stood leaning against the door for a few moments, silently letting her tears run down her face. Her features showed no emotion besides the tears.

Luuk had walked inside just then to break from his training for a drink. As soon as his eyes fell on his mother, his smile dropped.

She noticed him there, but her eyes did not look unto him. They did not move at all from staring emotionlessly into space.

Much like his smile dropping, Luuk's sword fell from his hand and hit the floor with a loud clank.

Sorry if this intro was a bit, well, cliché, but hey, it'll get better. I promise. More action-y stuff next time!

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