A/N: Hi all! Well, this is going to be one of those super sweet love stories with a protagonist whom I love for right now. It revolves around a sort of forbidden romance/star-crossed lovers deal with two OCs, one being the Dragonborn and the other being a Forsworn. It should be cute, super cheesy, and hopefully a tiny bit humorous. I have no idea where this story will go and I will tend to be a bit of a messy writer, but this is only a first draft! Review for me and I'll give you a shout out in my author's notes, thanks!
Seeing me now, tied up and in a cage in the middle of Markarth and slowly being lowered in to the filthy water outside of the mine; spitting curses at all the passersby and beating my shoulder into the steel surrounding me until blood began to color the water, you'd probably say I was just another Forsworn, raised to be wild. But what you would know was that I wasn't always a Forsworn. And, let's just be completely honest, when you're hunted and caged like an animal, who can really blame you for acting like a beast?
But I was telling you about me. Let's go back to my childhood. And no, this isn't going to be some long and dull sob story about how I was all on my own after my parents disowned me and all I had was a single dog to protect me and keep me warm. And that dog doesn't die in some horrible, traumatizing accident. And that accident didn't scar me for my entire life and force me into fighting for some cause that now is all that matters to me. There was no trauma in my life outside that of any others. I was bullied in our tiny school as a kid, sure, but I got over it, like any other kid. My parents adored me and my siblings, and all members of my family are very much alive right now. I did have a fox, however, but she ran off when I was a kid. Probably to find a mate. I know that sounds like some sort of excuse, but when that animal went into heat, it was all we could do to keep her in the yard. And one day she ran away like the horny little beast she was.
In all seriousness, I was raised in Skyrim on a farm. It wasn't our farm, but the owners were wealthy enough to live in the safety of a walled city. We were able to live in the farmhouse. When I turned fifteen, my father was the one who took me out hunting. I was the oldest child and, even though I was a girl, he always was proud that I learned so quickly. I was his only daughter, but he roughed me up and made me grateful for the land we had. I became a skilled archer. And then one day I up and left.
And that's all you really need to know about who I was. Yes, that wild, insane Forsworn you're about to let drown was once a sweet little Breton farmer's daughter. So moral of this story is…well, I really can't say quite yet. I haven't learned shit yet. And that's why I'm here. Maybe if I had actually learned something in this whole time, I wouldn't be caught up in this whole mess.
I suppose, though, that you're here for my story. Fine, whatever. I supposed that it's the least I can do before this farm girl drowns. I ought to let you know exactly who I am.
My name is Kinzie Vellenward, and I am, unfortunately, the Dragonborn.