Thanks for all the reviews guys. I really appreciate it. Anyway, here is the first chapter of Love Doesn't Last Forever
Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim
All credit goes to Bethesda Games
Happy Reading!
-FuckTheWorldYeah
Chapter 1
Karan stared at the ceiling of her luxurious bedroom. She had a four-post bed, with a canopy made from the finest silk. Red, her favorite color. Deep, dark and strangely inviting to her, she could get lost in it. It was night in the big cavern city that she lived in, Markarth.
She had not had much sleep at all, thoughts raced through her head in a never-ending circle, it seemed. She finally couldn't take lying in the bed anymore, so, hot and sweating, she dragged herself out of bed and to the small, paned window that looked out over the city.
It was quiet at this time of night, only the guard patrolling the streets, in their heavy armor. 'It must be rather uncomfortable, patrolling the silent streets all night, with only the sound of your clanking armor to accompany you.' Karan thought, while walking away from the window. She walked to the small desk in the center of her room, and picked a small book off of the bookshelf. Her father used to read it to her when she couldn't sleep, and now, with him gone on business most of the month, it was hard for her to read the words he once read to her with love. She could almost hear him reading it as he used to, his voice echoing around the room. She used to giggle at him reading this adventure novel that he gave her, called the Siren and The Pirate Ship. He would exaggerate every word until it was almost ridiculous, making wild hand motions, his face animated.
The room felt emptier than ever now, without him there, reading to her in the dark. She missed him more than anything, and wished upon the gods each night to bring him home safely. Her mother, on the other hand, was a silent woman, barely said anything anymore. They used to be a loving couple, kissing every chance they got, sitting together reading after dinner, but now, they barely spoke, not even seeing that Karan was there. Every dinner with the two of them was just a long silence, with the sound of clinking silverware and the occasional, 'Karan, are you keeping up with your studies?' She would always say yes, even if she had missed a couple of assignments in a week.
And so Karan sat there in the dark for what seemed like hours, before finally putting the book down and going back to bed. At last, the morning horn sounded throughout the large cavern-city, and the city sprang into life. The merchants were already running for the gates, sacks of merchantile on their backs. Blacksmiths started their fires, and the pounding of hammers on metal soon filled the city.