A/N Ahoy fellow readers, I'd really appreciate a review of this story, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, anyway, I don't own the Elder Scrolls series or anything in it, enjoy
Drenkir awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his house. He was acutely aware of the shape sleeping curled up in his arms. Serana, his wife of seventeen years, smiled up at her husband. "Good morning, love." Drenkir said with a smile as he kissed her forehead gently. Serana yawned and returned his smile. "Morning to you as well sweetheart." Drenkir had helped Serana kill her father seventeen years ago when he plotted to use Auriel's Bow to block out the sun so Vampires could be free of its tyranny. Despite being a Vampire herself, Serana did not want to fight the war with all of Tamriel that that would cause. They'd fallen in love during their time together and were married not long after. Serana's mother, Valerica, was still no fan or Drenkir; however, she respected the broad-shouldered Nord he was madly in love with her daughter. Being a Vampire, Serana was immortal, as was Drenkir thanks to his Dragon Soul. A year into their marriage, they discovered that they were unable to have children on their own.
This nearly left them heartbroken, until one day when Drenkir received a message from a courier asking him if he and his wife wanted to adopt a child from the Honorhall Orphanage in Riften. They jumped at the chance and race to the city in hopes of adopting a child. Upon making it to Riften nearly four days later from Lakeview Manor outside of Falkreath, they immediately fell for a young girl at the orphanage. Runa Fair-Shield was everything either of them had hoped for in a daughter and they adopted her that day. On their travel home, Runa became enthralled by her new parent's tales of all they'd accomplished. She was in awe of the size of Lakeview Manor, which elicited a hearty laugh from Drenkir. Runa was even more impressed when she learned her new parents had built the home themselves. Drenkir and Serana showed their new daughter around their home, at the end of the tour, Runa leaped up into the air and hugged her new parents, thanking them profusely for adopting her. They smiled and put their child away for the night.
Drenkir exited his bed and stretched, sighing as his joints cracked, Serana stared and smiled at her husband. His thick, powerful shoulders and arms were crafted from years as a master blacksmith and archer, his rippling chest that was covered with scars of varying lengths and widths. However, Serana's favorite thing about her husband was his eyes, a deep brown, near black. Despite their darkness however, she could sense the love and compassion in those eyes coupled with the determination and sadness of a man who's seen and done terrible things. Serana never judged her husband because of his actions though, that was the past. Serana joined Drenkir in stretches as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
Drenkir was still in awe of his wife's beauty, despite being over a thousand years old, her jet black hair, flawless skin, and bright amber eyes showed no signs of changing. Her sarcasm and dry wit often had him smiling, even when he shouldn't have been. He kissed her deeply and smiled, pulling her tighter against him, Serana smiled and traced his chest with a finger, caressing the scars. Their kiss was interrupted a knock at the door, enter their twenty-one year old daughter, Runa and her pet fox, Kai. Runa was tall for her age, rivaling her mother at five foot nine inches, still dwarfed by her adopted father's six foot six stature. Her light brown hair fell to the middle of her back, with curls near the bottom. Pale green eyes and a perfect smile greeted her parents, Kai hopped up on the bed and had been the family pet for three years now, his bright orange fur shining like a beacon at all times. She was ecstatic, since today being the day she was adopted by Drenkir and Serana. Runa smiled. "Good morning you tw-"She stopped as she realized what she'd walked in on. "I can come back, if you'd rather." She giggled as her parent's kiss broke. Serana was the first to speak. "Come on in Runa, we were just waking up actually." She said with a smile. Runa shuffled to her parents and hugged them both. "I love you guys, you know that?" Drenkir kissed the top of his daughter's head. "We love you too kiddo, now do you know what today is?" Runa nodded enthusiastically. "It's the sixteen year anniversary of when you guys adopted me!"
Serana nodded and smirked. "Now, what would you like to do today? Everything is up to you." Runa stepped back and thought for a second. "I want to go on an adventure." She said sternly. Serana's smile faltered slightly and she turned to her husband, who stared ahead, blank faced. "Where did you have in mind, little one?" Drenkir asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I've been reading up and I'd like to explore Tamriel." Serana interjected. "Sweetie, we took you all over Tamriel years ago." Drenkir nodded in agreement. Runa shook her head. "I wanna go by myself, go out on my own and have adventures and stories like you both had." Drenkir immediately shook his head. "Not a chance in Oblivion Runa, no. I will not have my daughter wandered around the gods forsaken land." Runa clasped her hands together. "Please Papa? You've trained me and everything; I'm nearly as good as you are at Archery and grandmother taught me all about herbs and plants and said I could be an amazing alchemist. Mama even let me practice with a dagger over the years and I got really good. Plus I've got Kai as backup. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?" Drenkir looked at his wife and sighed. "We'll go out today and if you can prove that you know what you're doing, we'll let you go, fair?" Runa bum rushed her father and hugged him tightly, thanking him repeatedly, then did the same with her mother. "Meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes." Drenkir said. She nodded then ran off to her room, leaving them alone. Serana sighed loudly. "Gods help us." Drenkir nodded in agreement.
Runa rushed into her room and smiled, nearly squealing with excitement, Kai hot on her trail. She rummaged around until she found her leather armor; it was old but served its purpose, hugging with curves of her body tightly. She grabbed her hunting bow and quiver of iron arrows as well as her Elven dagger that her father had given her last year. Ten minutes later she charged downstairs with Kai in tow, to find her father waiting in a tunic and trousers. She looked quizzically at her father. "Aren't you going to put some armor on, Papa?" he ushered for her to follow and he led her to the Room.
For sixteen years, Runa had wondered what was behind those two wooden doors. She had been forbidden form touching them all her life and had been chastised multiple times for trying to pick the lock that her father had placed on the doors. Runa spoke as Drenkir led the way; Serana descended down the stairs and joined them. "What's in that room, Papa?" He merely huffed and stopped as they reached the room. He took a key that hung from around his neck and unlocked the door. "Remnants of my past, most of it I wish I could forget." He said ominously. She walked inside with her parents in tow and was shocked at the assortment of armors and weapons that hung on mannequins and plaques. On the far left there was a set of jet black mail with red striping up and down it, a black and red hood hung over the mannequin, concealing the face beneath, on the arm of the mail, there was a handprint in blood red. Next to it sat a bow with similar markings and colorings. Runa whipped around to her father. "You were an assassin in the Dark Brotherhood!?" she nearly screamed. Drenkir nodded in confirmation as Serana put a hand on her husband's shoulder. He spoke. "I've been a lot of things Runa, an Assassin, the Guild master of the Thieves' Guild, the Harbinger of the Companions, a Mage at the College of Winterhold, and a few other things. Some of which I'm not proud of."
Runa was still in disbelief. She stared around the room, noticing many armor sets from varying sources; she spotted Thieves' Guild armor, Mage Robes, legendary Skyforge Steel weapons and a set of armor that appeared to be made of bone. Runa finally gathered up the composure to talk. "What's this made out of?" Drenkir spoke with a hint of pride in his voice. "Dragon Bones, made with the help of your mother." Runa spun quickly. "Wait a second; I thought only the Dragonborn had Dragon Bone armor?" Drenkir nodded slowly, waiting for his daughter to catch up as Serana placed a kiss on his cheek and held his hand.