I do not own the Inheritance Cycle, nor any of the characters, they are Christopher's by all means and his publishers…. Etc.

Xx

On my latest mission for Galbatorix, during the night as I lay down to sleep, I think back to my few months of freedom from the madness of my cruel emperor.

Meeting Eragon and his dragon, Saphira, I realized that those two had something I could never have. The trust they shared with each other, that intimate bond, is something not even I could have. I cannot even share my confidences with my own mind for if I do not guard it well enough there may be anyone listening in at any moment.

When Eragon decided we were going to Gilead to rescue the elf girl, Arya, he also bonded with her. Using my mind sparingly I gently skirted his mind to see if I could get a glimpse into his thoughts and quickly pulling back for fear of being noticed. What I found was that Eragon thought much of Arya, though she was sick and dying. He had plans for when she was better to court her, to love her and dote upon her as if she were human. Huh, but she's not human; she won't react the same way. Once inside the Varden, after I was imprisoned, Eragon would visit me and talk constantly of Arya. He would speak of her, almost in praise, how she responded well and was healing gracefully thanks to the skills of the healers of the Varden. His love for her sounded childish to me, though Arya sounded like she would have nothing of it. She knew her duty as an elf, and she wouldn't lower herself to be anything much more than a protector and traveling companion to a young human.

I myself had acquired a stirring for the Varden leader's daughter, Nasuada. I know my place, an outlaw of the Varden, but if I could get into the Varden, become trusted by them, I could try to gain the courtship of the lovely Nasuada. Her beautiful mahogany skin and dark eyes drew my attention and how her dress had accented her form so well. Her beautiful face, those eyes, those lips… But that's gone now. I was stolen by those abominable Twins, drugged and dragged back to Uru'baen where I was immediately forced to swear fealty to the king Galbatorix through the Ancient Language.

And now here I am, doing the king's dirty work while he sits in his protected city in paranoia.

If only I could be free to do as I will, I would go to the Varden, gain their trust anyway I could, and possibly even gain the only woman I've ever loved and wanted to share my life with.

But for now, I lie here, reflecting. Reflecting on those possibilities I'd had.

A/N: yea I know, it sucks but it's my first one, so…. Yea :P