Author Note: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter? But anyways, thank you to everyone that reviewed and read this story, it means a lot to me!

Vilkas felt foolish for acting out on his feelings, but he could no longer hold them inside. He knew that she was hiding something, and he wanted to find out what was bothering her. Even if she would never be his lover, he still cared for her. They were both so close and he could read her like an open book. They were the best of friends and it was strange for her to keep anything from him. Vilkas no longer cared that Ember wanted to go to Wildhem alone, he was going to go with her. He stormed out of his room and ran as fast as he could up the stairs of Jorrvaskr, hoping that Ember was still there. He ran into the main hall, but he saw that the room was empty. Alea was the only one around. She was sitting alone at the side table going through papers.

"Is Ember still here?"

Alea slowly looked up form her the papers.

"No, she just left."

"I'm leaving then, for a few days."

Alea raised her right eyebrow at Vilkas and then she let out a deep sigh.

"Vilkas don't get me wrong I care for Ember she's a great shield-sister, but her life is different now and I don't think you should be running after her."

"What do you mean?"

Alea looked back down to the papers on the table. She wouldn't dare look into his icy blue eyes while she said this;

"I can't believe she hasn't told you. Ulfric has asked for her hand in marriage, she's going to be the high queen of Skyrim."

Ember pulled a key out from her pocket and she opened the front door to Breezehome, she walked quickly through out her home remembering that she needed to pick up a few things for her trip. Thoughts of Vilkas filled her mind and she could almost feel his warm arms around her, how she longed for that. She always felt at peace when she was with him. She never had to be anything other then herself. When she signed up to fight for the Stormcloaks, she never would of thought that the Jarl himself would fall for her. She hated to admit it, but she did have feelings for Ulfric. The feelings only grew as she fought along side him. She saw more of him then most people ever saw. She saw Ulfric for what he really was, a strong leader. They spent long nights together talking about the war, finding out the best ways to handle the fighting. Ulfric's passion for war made him even more of a tender lover. Ember loved his determination and as stubborn as the man was, he had a soft spot. He had a true caring nature to him.

"Ember how come you never told me?"

The sound of a familiar voice echoed through her home. She slowly turned around and she met his gaze. His eyes were filled with sadness and his voice shook with worry.

"How could I tell you? I knew what it would do to you. How could I tell you that I was going to marry someone else, when it was really you that I wanted. I have to think of Skyrim and what's best for you, I'm not the kind of women that settles and stays with a man, the life I live won't let me."

"This can't be about me or him, it has to be about you. For once what do you want? Do you want to be his queen and stand by his side? Sure you'll have the glory of Skyrim and his love, but what then? What will happen when you find out that Skyrim's honor and his love alone won't be enough? I know you and I know that your heart does not belong to him."

The distance between them was soon gone. Vilkas now had both his hands on her hips and Ember's face was pressed into his chest. He pulled her closer and he moved his hand up and down her back, rubbing it gently. A soft sigh escaped her lips, his body felt so good against her own. Ember could feel his warm breath on her neck and when she felt his soft lips touch her skin, she felt her heart rate rise.

"Ember."

Her name came out of his mouth like a breathy moan and it was filled with desire. Ember felt a cold chill run up her spine.

She pushed her hands through his jet black hair, pulling his face down to meet her own.

"Kiss me."

She whispered against his lips. Before she knew it, he pressed his lips softly onto her's. She was lost, so very lost.