The Skyrim Alliance – Vale
Chapter One - Preparing
"Vale are you sure about this?" Serana asked nervously, the happy nervous when you ensure a friends safe passing to their spouse to be. Vale laughed.
"I'm not sure of anything" she sighed.
Today was the huge day, the day she intended to break tradition and possibly the law before the three Dragonborn individuals, of which she was one. In front of every Jarl, Thane, General, Commander and anyone else around. Today she intended to propose to her love; the one she had spent years with. Faithful every night, feeling the warmth of Aela's strong arm around her own finely muscled body. Smelling the beauty of Aela's brownish red hair, the sweet scent of her sweat after tracking a deer through the planes outside of Whiterun. She could picture the muscled body twisting as Aela ran, clothes falling from her as she begun to change into the beast within. She could picture the wolf bringing down its prey with a finality that made her mouth water. She could see the strong paws pull the body apart before Aela shifted into her human form, naked and shining with sweat in the moonlight. Vale had to shake the image from her head, concealing the dreamy little smile she had whenever she thought of Aela naked. Vale had stumbled into Aela a few years ago, instantly Aela had drawn her. The real moment when they truly realised they were maybe right for each other was after Vilkas had left Vale, a wreck. Aela had seen Vale sobbing near the archery targets, instantly Aela had abandoned practice and come to Vale's aid. After a talk about what Skyrim was to Aela she and Vale had kissed. Despite the odds the relationship had stuck ever since, kept quiet and discreet but open among the Companions.
Yes, Vale was a lesbian wood elf. Skyrim would not take kindly to her sweeping up the desired Aela, nor the fact Vale was elf. Elves were not well liked in Skyrim, especially those who resisted the common thread and married Nords. Despite society would talk kindly to them Vale knew the vile rumours that went behind her back, normally drawn to her attention by a drunk guard. Yes Aela was a woman. A strong, masculine yet beautiful woman. Vale couldn't help smile at the thought of Aela's quite angled face. A pointed chin with a low curved jaw, beautiful silver eyes that were like moonlight hitting the rivers surface and reflecting a perfect shade between white and grey. A slightly large pointed nose, yet not a beak, more the nose that could sniff out a deer or the scents on the wind. Vale blushed as she remembered the first time she had kissed Aela's small perfectly shaped lips, a small amount of her always present black and green camouflage paint had stuck to Vale's lip and chin that day. She then sighed, imagining Aela's sunkissed yet beautifully soft skin beneath her fingers. Vale broke from her daydream yet again to stare at the vampire, Serana.
"For what it's worth Vale, you have my support. And Tai's too, even though he would never admit it" Serana laughed slightly. Vale flinched at the memory of Tai. He was a handsome man, a younger brother to the twins that had been Companions for as long as they could remember. Farkas and Vilkas, despite been adopted across the ocean before coming to Skyrim, or so it was believed. Nobody really knew, and nobody really cared. Farkas and Vilkas were still loved. Tai however was a perv at one time; Vale still remembered his hands groping for both her and Aela's behinds, and his loud voice expressing his disgust with lesbians. This had earned him dislike. Every girl he had brought back had been a bimbo, except Serana. Serana was smart, royal and very old; era's old, despite appearing only 23. . This had already rubbed off at Tai, after his near permanent death he had become a vampire and since then had barely left the castle.
"You know, for Tai's beloved you're alright" Vale laughed, placing her hand on Serana's shoulder gently. Serana flinched, dancing away with a wild look in her eyes for a moment. Then her humiliation shone as she hung her head. Her beautiful dark locks fell as a curtain down her face, almost taking Vale's breath away. Almost. Serana was stunning, yet she was not Aela. While Serana was beautiful she did not have the Alpha wolf undertones and Earthy feel that made Aela so Aela and lovable to Vale.
"I'm sorry. I have trouble with people lately. I'm more emotional too" Serana sighed. Vale raised her brow, the first conclusion leapt to her mind. She didn't even know if it was possible for vampires, but she knew she could soon find out if she went to Z.
"How much fun have you and Tai been having, Serana?"
"It's not possible" Serana snapped, her eyes soon apologised. Her eyes were filled with longing and pain as she shook her head, pulling the red dress aside slightly to reveal one of her numerous scars. Vale nodded, not wishing to bring the memories up any more than she already had. Tai had told her once, after a crass joke she and Aela had made about Argonians and goats, which Serana had stormed off in the wake of. When Serana was human her family were devout followers of Molag Bal, lord of domination, king of rape and a Deadric Prince. Serana had been one of the sacrifices chosen to be taken to Molag's bed, once somewhat willingly there she would be chained and brutally raped by the Deadric Prince. The scales of his manhood leaving Serana barren, very near death but a pure blooded vampire, a daughter of Coldharbor and incredibly scarred down her entire body. She nursed the scars, carried herself proudly, for a woman sexually assaulted by a man with scaled genitals but inside she was very afraid of people touching her, except Tai. Serana hid her fear well on most days, but there were days that wore on her. Tai was ever there her loyal, adoring protector. That said, there were days the world was too much for Tai and Serana was there for him.
"Maybe something has changed, you are a vampire after all and you heal. Maybe it's finally healed enough for you to have children" Vale said with a sweet smile; Serana shook her head almost sadly, her free flowing black hair covering her flame eyes for a moment.
"I wish. Mother has checked. It is impossible"
Vale didn't carry on as she buckled her leather boots under her beautiful green dress with chocolate leather holding it together. The dress was not Vale's usual choice, she preferred her armor and weapons but this was a formal gathering, this was a feast for Tai's success in saving the sun. She was so absorbed in her actions that Serana's words took longer to sink in than usual. Then she pondered how Serana's mother had checked? The image that came to Vale's head made her blush furiously; she knew that was more an Aela thing to do than a vampire nobles, especially Serana's mother Valerica. She pushed the image aside to be books, lots and lots of books. All kept rooms away from the poor Serana. Vale still blushed as Serana laughed lightly. It seemed she knew what Vale was thinking.
"Keep your mind off my Khajiit! Keep it on your own or Aela's" Serana blushed slightly, a strange sight for a vampire as Tai walked in.
His eyes were still spooky, unlike Serana's beauty; Tai had yet to master his own softness from the harsh vampire lord. His hair was strangely brushed back, his face just growing its stubble back giving Tai a very Vilkas look. His eyes were still stained black, flaming orange though. He stood rather proud in his dark leather shirt, pants with a red cloak and sleeves. He mirrored Serana's stunning red gown with his own elegant attire, but it was still armor.
"Lucky Bastard" Vale mumbled, Tai laughed.
"For my armor? Hardly… For my Serana, I am the luckiest bastard in the world" Tai sighed as he swept his arm around Serana's waist, his lips pressing softly to her neck as she raised her arm and wrapped it around Tai's head, revealing her hairless underarm to a suddenly very awkward Vale. She averted her eyes as Serana tilted her head, lips briefly touching Tai's as she moaned in protest.
"Tai, we're in public" she said quietly. For a moment they gazed into each other's eyes and were lost, nobody existed in their little romantic world. Vale smiled, it was lovely to see such an amazing couple having one of their tender moments. She was so nervous and caught up about Aela that she even forgot to tease them. Tai stared at Vale with a sudden intensity that shook her to the core. Tai's chin rested on Serana's shoulder as his huge arms almost obscured Serana's entire mid-section.
"You could wear it underneath" Serana suggested as Tai tugged on her dress slightly, revealing her leather armor beneath it before straightening it. Vale gasped as she ran off, not wanting to see what was obviously on the couples mind. Tai began chuckling as Serana gripped his leg aggressively.
"Maybe I should take your pants off next time" Serana growled mockingly. Vale did not hear Tai's reply.
…..
"Relax" The calming voice came as Vale rung her hands nervously. She had changed into a shorter green silk dress with golden metal holding the material up and enhancing her breasts. She also had the golden leaf wrapped around her legs, leaving her feet bare. It was an honourable dress, one of beauty but also disgrace. It marked her as an elf almost as much as her ears did; it challenged everything about the Nords, and indirectly Aela. She wasn't one to think in challenges, and yet she was. Without a doubt, Aela was the dominant one in their relationship yet she nevr mistreated Vale in the slightest. Vale was put at ease to have someone guide her a little, especially in adventures in the bedroom. Aela was her first woman, and hopefully her only. That was, if she could get her dress right, find the perfect moment, not stutter and somehow convince Aela to agree to marry her.
"Do you understand this dress, Z?" Vale snapped. Instantly she regretted her words as Z's eyes flashed in the dangerous way that had become a defining point for Z. Vale felt small under the gaze, but Z didn't seem intent on holding it. The Assassin's gaze was softened slightly, understanding flooding through her eyes. It was only the look in Z's eyes that ever let Vale know what the assassin was feeling, and even then she knew Z could fake even the emotions in her eyes. It was what made her so effective, and dangerous.
"I do" Z replied with a steady voice. She leaned against the door frame, the shadows from the torch flickering across her. Vale was panicking, pacing back and forth in her quarters. Z found it all too familiar, the doubt and fear yet determination. She had grown fond of the elf, and intended to guide her however she could.
"I'm challenging her! That is not how to enter a marriage!" Vale sighed loudly as she flopped into her chair. She put her forehead into her hands as Z smiled subtly. It was only a slight curl of the corners of her mouth, and a sparkle in her eye and yet it was there. Whether it was forced or true was another question Vale didn't want to know the answer to. She could live in the illusion she understood the Assassin for a while longer. Z herself had not yet changed from her dark leather armor, she hardly ever did. Vale noticed how high strung Z was behind her calm persona. Maybe High Strung was the wrong choice of words, paranoid definitely was not.
"She loves you, Vale. She will see this as an attempt to appear the best you can. It is a romantic gesture, with a hint of strength. It will arouse Aela more than Nord attire ever could" Z smiled as Vale stumbled over the thought. She could almost believe the sincerity in Z's voice and expression.
"You're… You're serious?" Vale asked hesitantly, a small smile of hope on her face. Z smirked, her smile was somewhat wolfish in the torchlight, a mouth filled of shining white teeth only fainly obvious through the slither between her parted lips. It was no surprise; she was, after all, a Werewolf.
"Only the lack of any attire would impress her more. Although I doubt she would take much time to just sit and admire you" Z's grin was starting to unnerve Vale, but her jokes pushed the little Elf into utter panic.
"Are you ill? You're actually making jokes" Vale asked in an amused tone, swallowing the sense that something was up. For a month or two now Z had been acting somewhat strange. There were more tender moments between her and Farkas, she showed a softer side to herself and she ate a little more discreetly. Z seemed completely unphased by Vale's little insult, she simply shrugged.
"Morning sickness"
The look of shock on Vale's face was priceless.
….
Her palms were sweating as the festival continued. Whiterun was decorated especially for the Dragonborn, and many children ran around in iron armor helmets that Adrianne Avenicci, the Warmaiden Blacksmith had made. For some strange reason Iron Armor helms had become a symbol of the Dovahkiin,
which irritated Vale beyond belief. The bright decorations and children with swords however seemed to lift her spirits. She watched the children play together in the streets, roaring like dragons and shouting in an effort to be the Dovahkiin they looked up to. Even Braith, who had a reputation as a bully, was playing sweetly with little Lars Battle-Born and Mila. The only child who wasn't being played with was a little blonde Imperial girl of about eight years old. Vale didn't have time to play, but she walked over to the child who she could see was starved and after a small moment smiled kindly.
"Take this and go live in the Bannered Mare for a while, Lucia" Vale said sweetly, handing a pouch of coins to the young girl. The Imperial child's face became so happy it made the world shine a little brighter. Tears gathered in her dark eyes as she gazed up at Vale, recognizing her as the Dragonborn almost immediately. The awe that flashed in her eyes left Vale feeling a little weak in the knees, and she knew she could quite easily cry. For a moment her heart wanted the girl as her own, and the words hung on the tip of her tongue. Then she remembered Aela, and how she intended to marry another woman. That was not the life for an Imperial Child who had already being raised a certain way. Vale kept her mouth shut and began to walk away before she was grabbed in a huge hug by the little girl.
"You're the best" the little girl with a reputation said into Vale's side as she held the lithe Elf. Vale's strength failed her for a moment as a tear trailed down her cheek. She wrapped her own arms around the little girl and returned the hug, smiling as she sniffed and gazed towards the table. Her eyes locked with Aela's, who was watching with a small smile of her own. Vale smiled as Lucia let her go and bolted towards the Bannered Mare for a warm bed to sleep in, and some food. Vale simply continued through to the training Yard of the Companions, which had become the dining room for the night. By the time Vale had reached Aela, the Nord's attention had turned to the leg of Goat she was digging into with the ferocity of her wolf form. Human teeth were inadequate, which left Aela snarling and muttering something about 'damned party' under her breath.
"Perhaps I can make it better" Vale whispered, leaning over Aela's shoulder as she wrapped her arms loosely around the Nord's neck. Her senses were on fire as Aela pressed her lips gently to Vale's chin, teasing the little Elf before whispering under her breath.
"Really?" The Nord demanded playfully. Vale smiled gently, drawing the amulet of Mara from Aela's clothing with a single finger. The Nord wore her regular armor to the festival, like many of the warriors had.
Her shoulders were covered by fur under carved metal; down her chest revealed more of her sunkissed skin, leather with beads and a metal necklace holding it together to save her modesty. The openings were perfectly positioned for teasing men that would have challenged her if she had simply shown her face. As it was, Vale was teased every time she gazed at the striking Nord. The old Nordic steel continued from Aela's belt down to midthigh in strips, old leather split down the sides of her legs. Her boots came up to her knees, metal padded down the front.
"An Amulet of Mara. You're interested in marriage then?" Vale whispered teasingly. She had known for some time that Aela had wanted to marry her, but neither had put such an obvious sign out. The game of who would break the ice first had been an interesting one for about a year now, be it their rough nights and tender mornings, or just the everyday little things that dropped several hints they belonged together.
"Ah. So you finally noticed" Aela commented, licking her lips as she let her gaze travel down Vale's neck to her breasts and then back again in a very indiscreet manner. Vale smirked; brushing one of her hands along Aela's armored shoulder. After a few years she knew how to undo every piece of Aela's armor in record time, and she planned to later that night. For now, she had a different goal.
"I noticed a while ago, but that's not what I asked" Vale wanted to laugh at the surprise in Aela's expression. The silver eyes accused her for a moment as Aela narrowed her eyes at the beautiful Elf. She couldn't lie, it was impossible to stay angry at Vale. The elf was the perfect mix of cute and beautiful, which only made Aela's body react on the extreme ends of her emotions when she was around the Elf. An extreme explosion of anger, or lust. Sometimes sadness, mostly happiness. She knew she wanted to marry the Elf, but she had wanted to be the one to approach Vale. In their relationship Aela was normally the stronger one, the leader in many ways. She would never harm the Elf or push her, but it was often Aela who had the courage to try and change things. Vale's sudden burst of courage had Aela a little speechless, and unbalanced. She decided after a moment that Vale being in control was just incredibly attractive.
"Won't lie, I am. And you?" Aela raised her eyes from the angelic yet thin lips to the jet black eyes. Vale's eyes always made Aela feel as if she could drown. The idea of drowning in her lover was incredibly deep and interment, which normally drove Aela away. Skjor had been a mistake, a pleasant one while it lasted but a mistake none the less. Vale felt nothing like a mistake, everything about the Elf felt right. Aela would never say perfect, because she knew it didn't exist, but Vale was the closest thing in all of Skyrim… No, all of Tamriel.
"I won't lie. I am" Vale spoke Aela's words back to her with a small smile. Vale's smile grew as she realised what had been said to her, as did Aela's when she realised what had happened. Both shared toothy grins and chuckled in awe and happiness. Aela completely abandoned the leg of goat as she turned in the chair to half face her beloved Vale.
"Then its settled. You and me" Aela leaned in closer for the kiss that both knew they wanted.
"Forever and after" Vale added gently before allowing Aela to press the kiss to her lips. Immediately every limb felt as if it had been electrocuted into a life of their own. The gentleness between them never vanished, even when Vale gathered a fistful of Aela's hair and pulled her a little closer. The world was their hunting ground when they were together. The disapproval of the world around them faded, and while they knew the world existed they could ignore it and be happy. They knew their mortal need for air would break them apart eventually, but they held together for as long as they could before parting and resting their foreheads together as they caught their breath.
Then the objections started.
AN: I feel I owe an Explanation with why I took this down. I received several messages that people were confused with the order of my novels. I took Vale down to give more attention to Z, which is now complete. The order I wrote them is:
Tai – Dawnguard storyline
Z – Main Storyline
Vale – Dragonborn Storyline
Lineage – Dragonborn Storyline IN SKYRIM
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