Hey guys, This is a new attempt at a fanfiction that has been in the back of my mind for a while. I have only just recently downloaded and installed the Skyrim Romance Mod and I have to say that they have done a wonderful job with the voice acting and story line. I am still working through the Bishop romance and I can honestly say it's intense and grabs the readers attention (played it for like 5 hours straight due to all the dialogue options). I hope you all check it out.

This will be irregularly updated as my work and personal life is pretty jammed packed, so please be patient with me. Constructive criticism is always appreciated but not burning please.

exclaimer: I do not own any of the characters other than my own OC

Hope you enjoy :)

"Run! Run! Head for that cave!"

How the heck did I manage on getting myself into this situation…?

My name is Olivia, my travelling companions: Falkas, Vilkas and the Dhovahkiin, better known as the Dragonborn, we call him Daraen; are on our way to Whiterun. Daraen, Falkas and Vilkas all have their home there. They found me on their way from Solitude after speaking with Jarl Elisif regarding Ulfric Stormcloak and his demands of the civil war. Daraen apparently sided with the Stormcloaks after one of their agents, Ralof, saved his life in Helgen when the dragon appeared. Though he is slowly regretting that decision after seeing the state of Windhelm and how foreigners are treated.

They found me exiting the ruins of Mzark. I have no knowledge of this land, I come from a different universe, and after much conversation between the trio and me they finally accepted this explanation. Based on our conversation they believe I had been in the ruins for almost 3 months! While down there I had come across, what they called Dwemer guardians and Falmer. Fucking Falmer. They are grotesque and vile, though easy to kill if you sneak up on them through those pipes littered throughout the ruins. I'm really thanking my survival training camp and kendo and archery lessons I took as a teenager. They invited me to travel with them and learn of their homeland, Skyrim. I readily agreed, their banter and assistance drew me to them and I grew to enjoy their company while travelling. Though the appearance of different races (other than human) and DRAGONS was a huge surprise.

Speaking of dragons, the current situation in which we are running madly for the cave is due to a dragon. And apparently not just any dragon but, THE DRAGON, Alduin. Daraen had given me the rundown on the dragon situation in Skyrim and why it's apparently after him. Being Dovahkiin apparently paints a target on you like big neon signs, for both dragons and cultist. But back to the current situation.

"So what's the plan? Are we just going to chill in here until it passes?" I inquired with my companions.

"Let's hope it just flies over and didn't notice us." Replied Vilkas

Everyone seemed to agree, Daraen decided to take lookout while Farkas setup the fire and Vilkas and I setup the remainder of camp. "So how off course did we get?" asked Farkas, while attempting to light the slightly damp tinder. Vilkas withdrew the map from his satchel and consulted it with a stern scowl. "Appears that we are actually closer to Riverwood then we are Whiterun. A solid days walking through the forest should see us in Riverwood by nightfall."

"If that's the case then we should stay at the Sleeping Giant Inn rather than a dank cave" muttered Farkas. Taking pity on his poor attempt to light a fire I took the flint from his hands and after three strikes was able to light the tinder and start to feed the flame until it became hot enough to cook a small stew. "Thanks" muttered Farkas. We all shook our heads in agreement with Farkas' idea of spending the night in an actual inn. I for one was just excited to have a hot bath.

"Everyone get some sleep, we set out at daybreak" answered Daraen, we all snuggled into our bedrolls, I was hoping that our trip tomorrow into town would be less eventful than today. Apparently it was wishful thinking on my part.

Finally reaching Riverwood, after 10 wolves and 3 bear's intent on disembowelling us, Vilkas swears I attract them as they never had this big of a problem with them, we all sighed with relief upon seeing the town gates. Feeling a little like a fish out of water in an actual town (my only knowledge of some sort of civilization being the Mzark ruins with the Falmer, or my own time period) I stuck as close to Daraen as possible without stepping on the back of his heels. He looked over his shoulder at me and his eyes became soft with little laugh lines appearing around the corners and a small upturn of his lips, he reached back with his hand and grasped my own and gave a light squeeze. The tension in my shoulders eased. Huh, I didn't realize I was that tense, was it obvious? I gave a slight smile and squeezed back letting him know that I would be ok. He released my hand and continued to walk.

We mounted the steps of the Sleeping Giant Inn and were about to proceed indoors but were not able to enter as there was someone blocking the way. Having the trio standing in front of me I was unable to see who was blocking the way. Attempting to look over their shoulders was in vain unfortunately. What the heck do they feed these men? They are built like freaking mountains! God I just want to get inside and have a bath! Not being able to see past my companions I was still able to hear their conversation.

"Ah who's this? The villagers look up to you as if you're some kind of nobility. Well if you're looking for someone to kiss your boots I suggest asking elsewhere." A deep gravelly voice stated. Well that's incredibly rude. Apparently Vilkas and Farkas agreed as they tensed at his words.

Daraen just crossed his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow at the man. "I've heard of you, Bishop. Word has it you're a skilled ranger who frequents this area."

"Depends on who's asking"

"Well, being quite frank, I could use your ranger expertise."

"And what does a boy like you need a tracker for anyway? Did you lose your wooden sword? Did some guy bully it from you? Besides it looks like you have your own babysitters to help you look for it."

That earned him a fierce glare from the trio. "Look will you help me or not?" Daraen snapped.

"Whoa there, no need to get your breeches in a bunch. But…unless you can do me a favour, then I will decide whether or not your company suits me." He finished his sentence with a sneer. Daraen decided to keep his mouth shut or something rude might escape, and gave a slight nod of his head in agreement. I decided to tune out the remainder of the conversation of this Bishop man saying that he's his own person and not to be treated poorly, blah, blah, blah. Seriously all I want is my bath.

Apparently I had muttered that under my breath and Farkas turned his body to look down on me. Seriously, I'm 6 foot 5 and they still tower over me. This brief turn brought the attention of Vilkas and Daraen to me, finally giving me a view of this Bishop man. Won't lie, he was sexy, in brooding asshole kind of way. Apparently I had been staring for too long as Bishop smirked at me. I raised an eyebrow at the smirk, locked eyes with Daraen and gave a small shrug and decided to push past them all, all except Bishop. The infernal smirk intensified as he crossed his arms in front of the entrance blocking me from the Inn and causing the tension from the trio behind me to intensify even further. "Excuse me. Can I get past please?"

"And who are you? The wench that is passed between these three?" Vilkas reacted first and unsheathed his sword about to defend my honour. I slowly exhaled through my nose and plastered the fakest smile on my face I kindly responded "This wench, as you so aptly put it, is the one that will fill you with as many arrows as I have in my quiver like a pin cushion if you don't remove yourself from the doorway of this facility." making my voice as sickly sweet as possible. A deep rumbling chuck sounded from behind me as Farkas attempted to contain his laughter "She'll do it too." This earned a small scowl to replace the infernal smirk on Bishops face. My smile turned genuine and gave a small shrug of my shoulders and pushed past Bishop into the Inn.

Daraen managed on haggling a decent price for a large room with a double and a single bed in one room, with the Inn owner promising to have a small cot/bed placed in the room while I bathed.

Oh man, this is the best. With a heavy sigh I sank into the warm water that was slowly turning a greyish brown; enjoying the warmth, while it lifting of the dirt and relaxing my sore muscles. Knowing that there were three other men waiting to use the bath I furiously scrubbed my skin to the point of redness and dunked under water and scrubbed my scalp until it felt raw. Quickly rinsing again after lathering up a lavender bar of soap and quickly drying and dressing into a light green dressing gown, provided to me by the inn keeper's wife. I exited the bathing room and quickly padded with bare feet to the shared room.

Daraen was speaking with a brash and harsh woman in front of the fire, while Vilkas and Farkas were seated at a bench drinking a pint of ale.

I ducked into the room to deposit my bag and accumulated armour on the cot. But seeing Daraen's possessions already stacked on top. I smiled and gave a small huff. I then proceeded to move his satchel and other possessions to the single bed, knowing Farkas and Vilkas will share a bed. After re-sorting the sleeping arrangements I turned to exit the room and join at the table for some dinner; but was quickly startled by Bishop leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, and that infernal smirk back on his face.

"Can I help you?"

That just made his smirk widen. "Maybe"

….. I raised my eyebrow waiting for some sort of response more. When it didn't seem that he was going to elaborate I decided I would attempt to push past him again. This resulted in Bishop straightening up in the doorway but not moving an inch. We stood toe to toe having a silent stare down, him with that stupid smirk and me a raised eyebrow. "You've got balls wench. I'll give you that."

"My name isn't wench."

"Well then what is the Princess' name?"

Princess? Princess! This fucking ranger. First wench now princess. If I wasn't too sore and tired I would re-arrange his sexy face. Wait…what!? Sexy. God Olivia, what the hell are you thinking? He's been nothing but rude and I'm thinking like some teenager back in my world. Stop it. I plastered the fake smile and the sickly sweet voice. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Oh Princess, that's not how you play the game."

"Well, if you want to play the game" taking a step so that I was invading his space and slightly moved him out of the doorway "you have to learn the rules and the steps." I quickly did a side step and pivoted around his body resulting with me back to back to him, me facing the fire and him the room. I then proceeded to walk towards Vilkas and Farkas. Huh, seems like Daraen went for his bath. I threw a small smirk of my shoulder to Bishop.

"Challenge accepted"