Marcuz the Nord Dragonborn was having a good day he just slew 4 Elder Dragon's the past week and could finally make that Dragonbone Battleaxe he wanted now he had enough Dragon Bone's.
After he got to the entrance of Whiterun where the Carriage Driver was he ran his hand though his Golden Blonde long hair he was sweaty and tired and defiantly needed a bath but then again he was fighting DRAGONS! At the time so hygiene was the last of his worries.
After a quick dip in the stream just past Whiterun he arrived back at the slope leading up to the main gates of Whiterun another reason he was happy to return was so he could spend time with his beautiful and deadly fellow Nord wife Mjoll the Lioness she had everything he wanted in a wife good looks, fierce in battle and was a kind soul.
Upon entering Whiterun he was greeted by his fellow friendly Whiterun resident's greeting him well apart from Nazeem little milk-drinker that he was probably never lifted a Sword in his life judgind by the way he looked "pathetic Redguard" Marcuz muttered under his breath then he saw his Housecarl Lydia running up to him in a hurry.
"Yes my Lydia what is it?"
"There's something you need to see someone managed to break in to Breezehome"
"WHAT!" Marcuz cried equipping his Daedric Battleaxe.
"Except he isn't trying to steal anything he's just staring at Mjoll as she sleeps I've already thrown him out of Whiterun 6 times and he keeps coming back" Lydia said annoyed
This was enough to make Marcuz's blood boil "wait how is it any different to when you stare at me when I sleep eating Bread" he asked Lydia with a raised eyebrow.
"You're my Thane it is my job to protect you" Lydia quickly countered.
"There is a difference between protecting someone and stalking them" he chuckled.
"Sorry my Th... Marcuz" she quickly corrected knowing how much he hated sounding like he was more important.
Upon entering his bedroom he immediately saw what was going on his beautiful wife was fast asleep and some pathetic Imperial was standing over her staring at her sleeping form he knew this man it was Aerin Mjoll's pathetic milk drinker friend.
Quickly grabbing Aerin by the neck he dragged him out of his room careful as not to wake Mjoll.
"Let go of me brute" Aerin the milk drinker cried pounding Marcuz's back as he carried him fireman style away from Whiterun "where are you taking me?"
"Why were you watching my wife sleep?" Marcuz growled as he walked in the direction to Shearpoint.
"Mjoll is my friend my place is beside her"
"Wrong she is married now to me and has moved on you need to find someone else to cower behind now you pathetic Imperial"
"No Mjoll is MY friend I rescued her and by all right's she should have married me not you" he harrumphed.
"Please no woman would ever marry a milk-drinker like you especially when you watch people sleep like the freak you are besides I would hardly think Mjoll would call you a friend you never showed up to the wedding"
"SHUT UP!" Aerin yelled failing to notice Marcuz had carried him to a Dragon lair atop a mountain
"HERE YA GO DOVAHI BROUGHT YOU DINNER!" Marcuz yelled in Dragonspeak to the Ancient Dragon perched on the Word Wall as he called it after he bound Aerin's hands and leg's together with some Leather Straps he had left over.
After descending the mountain he was rewarded with the sound of bones breaking and Aerin's pained screams now with no more milk-drinkers for him or Mjoll to worry about he headed back to Whiterun to finally make his Dragon Battleaxe and to the embrace of his wife life was good.