Usually I hook up with Farkas, but I was reading someone else's fic and had the inspiration for this. I know I should focus on my other fic, but I am that weirdo that finds it easier to concentrate if my concentration is divided. So here it is, I hope you like it =^-^= (This has been changed slightly. Disa is in the thieves guild before her capture) I own absolutly no rights to skyrim.

I work a lot so if the chapters are short forgive me, Short updates are better than none xx

Prologue

It was dark, the sun had long since set. This was a day for celebration for High King Istlod. Tomorrow his daughter, his youngest child would be sent to the Emperor. Their marriage cementing the union between Skyrim and the Imperials.

But, for his wife, Queen Imalda, it was a day of horror. After all, Eydis was barely seven. To think her daughter, the Princess of Skrim was to become a child bride hurt her deeply. Although, the tradition of child brides amongst the royalty was not unheard of, it was rare. She resented her husband for the whole idea. He had no intention of marrying off their son, Torygg, who was about to reach his fourteenth year.

Something had to be done and it had to be tonight.

Taking full advantage of the nights celebration she had managed to sneak away from the commotion and made her way to her daughter's room.

Princess Eydis sat on her bed, waiting. As instructed she had hastily dressed and opened her window. Looking up at her mother she smiled sadly.

"Father will be mad at us." Stated the young girl.

Imalda gazed at her child lovingly. The long blonde curls framed her fragile face and her bright blue eyes held so much wisdom and mystery beyond her seven years. There was no way she would allow her husband to ruin something so precious by marrying her off to the Empire.

Not while she breathed.

"I know my darling. But I would rather die than hand you over to the Empire."

Eydis sighed and gazed out of the window. Her gaze fell upon the dark shadow standing there. The fear that gripped her quickly faded when her mother squeezed her hand encouragingly.

The shadow bowed to them and removed his hood.

"I got your note my Lady" His voice deep, welcoming.

"Good, were you seen?"

Brynjolf smiled at Imalda

"You wound me."

Imalda kissed Eydis on her forehead and indicated for Brynjolf to take her. He lifted the young Princess into his arms. She began to sob.

"Hush Lass, we don't want to be caught now do we?"

The girl looked at her mother, who wiped her tears away.

"Be brave, my daughter. Put this life behind you. Brynjolf will take care of you now."

With one last hug, and a final kiss, Princess Eydis disappeared into the night with her mysterious saviour.

It took a few months for her to settle into her new home. The thieves guild was nothing like the Blue Palace. She had been accustomed to a life of royalty, this life was so very different. She had to learn to fend for herself.

Galathil had helped to change her hair. Now it was straight and brown, instead of curled and blonde. She had also stopped using her name. Princess Eydis of Skyim was lost now. Now she was Disa of the Thieves guild.

When she first arrived, she knew very little of what would be expected of her. She had to learn to fight. She became more than comfortable with war axes. By the time she was ten, she had become an expert. She preferred to dual wield. Finding safety in arming both hands.

She found no sorrow in her father's passing. He had condemned her mother to death not long after her escape from Solitude. Her charge was "disrupting the peace with the Empire, and abducting the Princess of Skrim." Disa would always feel responsible for Imalda's death.

Disa was growing to be a talented thief and Brynjolf loved her as if she were his own. He had taken charge of her training and become a shoulder when she needed him. He ensured that she was not discovered and her new identity served her well.

At fifteen, it was clear that Disa was a beauty. Brynjolf had a hard time keeping certain members of the guild at bay. Many had offered their hearts, but she was not interested. She refused to be tamed by any of them.

Nobody here knew of her past, aside from Brynjolf. Taking a husband or a lover would endanger them, for she was still bride of the Empire. The Emperor was probably still hunting her, and she was unwilling to take any risk. Her brother was still loyal to them, and he was still keeping the promises their father had made. If Disa were discovered, she would be handed over.

At sixteen, Brynjolf became happier to send her beyond the Ratway. She looked so very different from the child he had rescued from the Blue Palace all those years ago. Now she was a very strong and independent young woman. She had remarkable talent and had become a great asset for the thieves. Nobody would recognise her now.

Her favourite past time was sparring with Sapphire. Her past much more troubling than Disa's, yet both had managed to bond. Sapphire did not know the whole story. She knew that Disa had been offered in an arranged marriage, that she had fled to the thieves guild to escape her future husband. That was all she knew. Just as Disa never knew Sapphire's entire story. They didn't need to know everything to be best friends besides...

Secrets were essential in the guild. They kept you safe... they kept you alive.

Another year passed. Now Disa was seventeen and eager to explore the world outside of the Rift.

Brynjolf, however, was not so keen. Riften had provided Disa a safe haven. Something he had promised her mother, ten years ago.

He and the late Queen's brother had been close friends. When Agar died, he promised to take care of his sister. When she summoned him that night, he was surprised. Her letter had begged him to take the little Princess away from Solitude. To hide her from the Empire, and her husband.

He had failed in taking care of Imalda, he refused to fail in caring for her daughter. But Disa was so much like her uncle. Keen to see the word for its wonder, to experience the freedom it offered. Eventually he had to give in.

She stood before him, loyalty and love burning in her eyes. The love a child has for her father. He knew then he couldn't keep her at the guild forever. He had to allow her to find a path for herself. She had spent ten years training. The child had become a capable, confident young woman. His heart grew heavy, but he had to do this. He had to let her spread her wings.

"Disa, there you are Lass."

"Did you want me, Brynjolf?"

"I have a job for you."

"Really?"

She was surprised. She had never been selected for a solo mission

"What do you need me to do?"

He smiled fondly at her expression.

"I need you to cross the border and drop a package to a friend in Cyrodiil, then come home and we can discuss things further."

"Wow so much trust, and such a huge journey." She seemed uneasy.

"I trust you, Lass. This needs taking. Keep your wits and be careful. Be safe."

She ran forward and hugged him.

"Thanks Brynjolf. For everything."

She let him go and he handed her the package and a note with her instructions.

She was uneasy, but excited. After all...

What could go wrong?