Chapter 2
(Before I start this second chapter I would like to address certain things about this story firstly the dragonborn is an imperial also the actual war will start soon I am only laying the groundwork for the setting, also I would love your input on ideas you may have for the story and the war will start soon just be patient wars reuire a lot of geography work, and please review it makes me write faster and better)
The journey to Solitude on horseback took longer than the newly wed couple had originally expected. When they finally arrived at the city and stabled their horses it was already night. Once they entered the city itself Caius swept Sereana into his arms and carried her through the streets of the capital to his home, their home, proud spire manor.
Caius kicked the door open and stepped into the dark house still carrying his bride. "So?" he said to the woman in his arms a mischievous glint in his eye "Dinner or bed?". She drew him in for a deep kiss silencing him and giving him the answer to his question.
Carrying her upstairs Caius lay her gently on the bed and walked around the dark room lighting candles with a fire spell illuminating the darkness in the room. When he turned to face Sereana he found his wife already removing her clothes and armour. She looked at him with a smirk and gestured to him "You too Caius".
Grinning madly Caius began removing his armour letting his steel breast plate clatter to the ground.
A shadowy figure smashed through the bedroom window. A flash of gold and steel enabled Caius to see the figure in front of him. Recovering from the shock Caius ran at the intruder hoping to slam it into the ground instead it side stepped and knocked him onto the ground. Caius found himself grappling with the attacker trying to keep the blade of a knife from his throat. Sereana leapt from the bed and clamped her fangs firmly on the attacker's throat ripping out the assailant's windpipe in a welter of blood and gore.
Turning to her husband with a wild feral glint in her eyes Sereana helped Caius to his feet. When he had regained his footing he looked at the body of his attacker it was a male high elf in elven armour.
More windows could be heard from downstairs being smashed. Caius ran over to a weapon rack he had installed recently and pulled a steel sword from the rack and followed his wife down the stairs.
The pair descended the stair case to discover four more of the elfish assassins preparing themselves to charge up the stairs. Caius and Sereana didn't give them that chance, Caius drove his sword through the stomach of one elf impaling him he then kicked the corpse from the blade freeing it. The flash of red to his right was Serean draining the life force from another elf leaving it a pale wide eyed husk with all vitality sucked from it.
The second elf raised her sword to block a downward strike by Caius only to leave herself open to Sereana who leapt under her guard and cut the elf's throat leaving her gurgling and spluttering in her own blood.
The final elf threw himself at the pair only to find itself knocked unconscious by the pommel on Caius's sword.
Extinguishing the spell in her hand with a flourish Sereana turned to Caius who was in the process of picking up the elf assassin and placing him on a chair. "Thalmo?" she asked raising her eyebrow.
"We will find out soon enough" he retorted gesturing to the elf in the chair. "Also I'm sorry this isn't the honeymoon you were hoping for" muttered Caius his voice laced with regret.
"Hey I knew it wouldn't be easy when I married the dragonborn but married life isn't much difference to the old days of trekking through the wilderness, just with less dragons" Sereana said as she wrapped her arms around him hugging him from behind and placing her head on his shoulder.
"You're not getting out of this you know, you're a vampire I'm taking the same amount of risk with you" Caius retorted with a grin.
The happy couple were interrupted in their conversation by the sound of groaning coming from their prisoner.
Plucking the dagger from Sereanas outstretched hand Caius strode towards the high elf assassin. He stood before the elf holding the weapon menacingly.
"Who sent you?" he asked.
"Imperial scum" the elf spat glaring at Caius with determination, firmly believing that the noble hero of Skyrim would never stoop to torture.
"I was hoping you would say that" Caius replied. He plunged the dagger into the assassin's stomach and wrenched it to the side letting the elves intestines flop out onto his lap.
Letting his prisoner scream Caius than created a healing spell in his left hand and used his energy on the horrific injury he had inflicted. As the skin, muscles and guts knitted themselves ,back together the elf screamed even more.
"Now, I can do this all day gut you than heal you, who sent you?" Caius delivered this question by sticking his face directly into the elves.
"The Thalmor government wants you dead, for crimes against the Alemeri dominion, we will never let you have peace" the elf spat out every word trying to show as much bravery and determination to his captor.
A knocking sounded on the entrance to the house interrupting Caius in his reply to the prisoner.
"Caius the dragonborn your presence is demanded at the blue palace" the messenger shouted form outside.
"For what reason?" Caius replied.
"It's the Thalmor ambassador, she speaks of war!"