I made this after Martin died, and it gave me a idea... for some reason. I do not own Oblivion what so ever.
How can I live without him?
He, who gave me a life, he who fell into the void for Cyrodiil?
He, who I fell for?
We both fell for each other, not knowing of the fate that would lead to his diminish. Oh, how the world was unfair... Martin Septim...
Why did you leave?
I pounder, if it was because of our forbidden love, yet you knew, that if we were caught during our... nights of pleasure, that I would be executed right on the spot, with or without your consent... and now, that I am pregnant with your... our child... it makes me wonder.
How will I survive?
How will I raise your unborn child?
I'm a Argonian, and you are a Imperial, I wonder...
will your child be alright with the mixed blood of our lineage?
Will she ever look out into the world, never felling danger?
Already, people are noticing my pregnancy, and they wonder who the father was.
What shall I tell them my late love? I have tried many things to stop the dreams of your death, replaying over and over again... it horrifies me to no end, and to think, when you said I love you during the first night, I thought you were joking. But after time, you showed your love for me, and well... Now I'm with our child... I wish I could see you again... talk to you again... touch you again... I wish you were alive, but you sacrificed yourself for your land... for Cyrodiil... for all the people of Cyrodiil... for K'vatch... for everyone. When you were about to leave me forever... you gave me a longing look, and loving look, and a look to... rub my stomach. I though you would never know, but you knew, I wished I could tell you, but I was afraid... that you would leave me, toss me away like trash, but I regret that now... I wish I could've told you, and I believe when we were... having one of the pleasure nights, you rubbed my belly, and smiled. Like you knew, and knew that I was afraid... I wish you were here...
Will you be looking at me and our unborn baby, while I cradle our child?
Will you smile upon us?
Or frown upon us?
Will be happy with our baby?
Even if he or she is a forbidden child?
I cant let go of the questions that plaque my mind, and it's getting so bad, that I can't battle any more...
Martin... can you please send me a message of any kind, to indicate that your listening to my pleas?
Well, that came out of nowhere... but a good story? A bad story? What do YOU think? I really do think that this is bad, but yeah...
