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Chapter 7: The Reveal Part 2
[Akatosh's POV, somewhere in Aetherius.]
"So, my Chosen One has been transformed into a dragon. I would say that I did foresee this, but it is still surprises me none the less. The Elder Scrolls that I had written since the beginning of Time has already been broken once before, so this new break in the prophecies is certainly startling. I would never have expected to intervene with Alduin's death myself, but the kid was taking a hefty beating from my Chosen One. I kind of have to take pity on her, she certainly does not deserve to die with THAT much pain." Akatosh, the Great Dragon of Time spoke as he addressed the other eight divines through a portal.
"Finally! It looks like my plan at hiding a bloodline works! She lives, I tell you!" Talos, the human turned god exclaimed in excitement.
"Why you didn't want to do it with another one of your race is still a mystery to me, considering I am the God of Love." Mara told the Dragonborn nord.
"Whatever! And look! She is going to take her rightful place as the Empress after these long years of having some fake losers! I hope she takes back the Empire from those filthy Elves. I will be a very proud great-grandparent to her!" Talos exclaimed in excitement.
"Well, do whatever you want, but I intend to have a little chat with her soon." Akatosh said as he closed the portal. For reasons unknown, he had decided to promote the nord conqueror to godship even though he knew what an over enthusiastic person he could be.
[Sheogorath's POV]
"So, my Champion shall take her place as Empress, eh? She probably wants to find out who is the most powerful warrior in the Empire. Well, even if I had given up my place at the Arena a hundred years ago, I will go back and challenge her in a duel that will echo throughout history as the most thrilling one-to-one battle of all time! HA! If she loses, I will just have to turn her into cheese!" Sheogorath exclaimed in excitement.
"Well, I better start practising again, it has been too long since I needed to use mortal weapons. Ever since I had defeated Jyggalag two hundred years ago, I never had the need to use my weapons again. Magic definitely made life easier for me! Haskill, can you go get my equipment for me?" Sheogorath said in delight.
"Yes sire," Haskill replied as he teleported a black bucket-looking helmet with red eye-holes and some red spikes on it, a black and red cuirass, black thigh guards with a red felt skirt, a pair of black boots, a pair of black gauntlets that had nasty looking spikes on the outside and a black rectangular shield on an armour stand next to him. The Daedric armour Sheogorath had crafted ages ago still looks as good as new, despite the old design (A/N: This design is the same one from TES IV: Oblivion, not the new one from TES V: Skyrim).
Another light formed beside the steward, after a while, a weapons rack appeared. The weapons rack holds a myriad of weapons, including a staff that Sheogorath crafted himself as he was still Archmage of the Mages Guild and a Daedric Longsword that he had always depended upon to kill people. Most of the other items consists of weapons of the Daedric quality. Notably missing from the weapons rack was his Daedric Artifact that he had prayed to himself to be given it to… himself, only to be given to the Dragonborn two hundred years later.
"Perfect," Sheogorath said as he steps down from the throne, inspecting the armour and weapons.
[Janice's POV]
"Our heritage? Mom, you always told me our bloodline was special, but the only thing you told me so far was that we were connected to the Empire in a very deep manner." Janice said as she picked up Alduin to pat her, the black dragoness cooing in an uncharacteristic manner.
"That is true, but there is more to it." Jane told her daughter. "Have you ever wondered what your surname is?"
"No, I hadn't," Janice said in interest.
"Well, our surname, at least on my side, is Septim." Jane told the eager looking youth.
"What?!" Janice exclaimed loudly, almost causing Alduin to fall off her lap at the sudden jerk.
"Look, to be honest, I was planning to tell you that on your next birthday, but you had to get yourself caught by the Imperials and gone on an adventure throughout the land." Jane told the shocked young Khajiit.
"That would explain why we don't have Khajiit names," Janice said as she recovers.
"Right, also, our ancestor, believe it or not, was Tiber Septim himself. He wanted to make sure that our bloodline survives, thus he hid the fact that he had chosen one of the least popular races in the Empire to breed with." Jane told the youth as her jaw hung wide open, so does Alduin's.
"You… you mean that you are Dragonborn too?" Janice asked her mother after she recovered.
"Well, technically yes." Jane told the young Archmage.
"Can you use shouts and absorb dragonsouls like me?" Janice asked the old Khajiit.
"Yes, but I never wanted to go near the dead dragon carcasses you left behind when you decide to spare it's soul, though I did learn all the words of power." Jane explained to the Harbinger.
"Were you the one who sent me all those letters about some treasures in some dungeons then?" Janice asked the old Dragonborn.
"Yes, I have always been travelling with you since I heard the Greybeards' summon." Jane told the young Thieves Guild's Guildmaster.
"Why are you even stalking me anyway?" Janice said in annoyance.
"I wanted to ensure your safety! After all, what is a mother got to do if her daughter gets kidnapped?" Jane told the three time saviour of Nirn.
"You know that I am too strong to succumb to anything!" Janice retorted.
"Sure, you definitely are too strong to succumb to anything, but an arrow tipped with a paralysis poison? I don't think so." Jane said to the Listener.
"What else do you even know about me anyway?" Janice exclaimed upon hearing the fact her mother knew about Karliah's arrow.
"I knew how you were a werewolf, a vampire lord, the Archmage of the College of Winterhold, the Thieves Guild's Guildmaster, Thane of all nine Holds, a bard, the Legate that almost stopped the Stormcloaks by herself, the Listener who killed the poor excuse of an Emperor and that you saved Skyrim and Nirn three times over." Jane told the now guilty looking Khajiit. "The only thing I hadn't known about you was that you had became a dragon."
"How…?" Janice blabbered like a fish while Alduin made herself comfortable on her lap.
"I 'borrowed' your older 'stealth suit' when you weren't looking." Jane explained as she took out a set of Glass armour.
"Great mom, just great. Do you want to go to the Imperial City with me?" Janice asked her mother as she stood up, ready to leave.
"Sure, but I will make my own way there. Oh! And remember to challenge the Arena when you get there!" Jane told the Dragonborn as she transforms into her dragon form.
"Why? Would I get to battle you there?" Janice asked her mother.
"Yes, actually." Jane told the dragoness with a smirk. "It would be a battle to remember!"
"What else are you hiding, mom?" Janice asked the frail looking woman.
"You will find out soon enough!" Jane told her child-turned-dragon.
"Fine, see you later," Janice groaned as she prepared to leave.
"Tell Serana to lead the vampires in Volkihar Keep! Those two bickering idiots don't deserve the honour!" Jane exclaimed to the dragoness opening the door.
"What?! No way, how could you had even snuck into that castle? And how do you know I am heading there?" Janice questioned her mother.
"You clearly left the custody of the convoy that picked you up to visit some 'friends' didn't you?" Jane told her child.
"I guess so…" Janice said guiltily.
"I won't keep you, so goodbye!" Jane told the dragoness as she gave her a final hug.
"Your mother's creepy," Alduin said to the embarrassed black and red dragoness as they took to the skies.
"Wasn't your father that too?" Janice retorted.
"Well, if you put it that way, then I guess you are right." Alduin said, feeling slightly shameful for disobeying Akatosh.
"Let's go before the sun rises, I don't want them to start worrying that I am gone." Janice said as she sped up.
[Volkihar Keep]
Janice landed on the island and transformed, not noticing that a trio of Dawnguard members were stationed at the old tower. "I'm going to stay here, Janice" Alduin told the Khajiit.
"Aw, is a certain big bad black dragon scared of a few vampires?" Janice teased the small dragoness.
"NO! I am not scared… of vampires…" Alduin trembled.
"Liar," Janice said as she noticed the dragoness quivering.
"Okay, I give up! I do alright? Just don't drag me in there!" Alduin retorted.
"Alright you coward, but use this whistle to call me if you are in trouble." Janice said as she gave Alduin a whistle.
"I AM NOT A COWARD!" Alduin screamed after the shrinking figure of the vampire lord.
[Alduin's POV, Janice has done the usual shock and awe with the Empress announcement]
Kicking a pebble into the water, Alduin briefly wondered if she could swim before dismissing the thought. Suddenly, a crossbolt shot out of nowhere and hit the ground next to the black dragoness. Screaming in terror, she quickly blew on the whistle as she runs about, dodging more crossbolts.
[Janice's POV]
Quickly exiting the castle upon hearing the whistle, not really caring if the others in the castle were still frozen in place at the announcement and that Serana was to lead the band after their former leader's departure, she pulled out her bow and sniped the crossbow wielding Dawnguard member in the head, instantly killing him. Using Whirlwind Sprint down the long bridge, she stabbed Ghostblade into a battle axe wielding Dawnguard and threw Mehrunes' Razor into the throat of another.
"You alright?" Janice asked the black ball hiding behind a rock as she retrieves the dagger.
"Yeah, that was close! Thanks for saving me." Alduin said as she uncurled and went to Janice. "We should go now, the sun's rising soon."
"Yeah," Janice said as she puts on her helmet. "The full set of armour protects me from the sunlight1."
"I see," Alduin said as she took off into a hovering position.
Transforming, Janice and Alduin flew back to Proudspire Manor, glad that their visits had been worth it.
[Proudspire Manor, 6 a.m.]
Flying into the opened window of the bedroom, Janice flopped down on the bed, not bothering to transform, seeing nobody that doesn't know her dragon form was nearby. Alduin had gone to a makeshift pet bed that Jordis had prepared, pushing the old dog aside to make room for herself.
Snugging up close to Derkeethus, Janice let her head rest next to the man's head and her wings wrapped around the thin frame of the lizard's body. She slowly drifts off to sleep, not knowing that a certain housecarl had watched the entire scene in silence from the chair on the other side of the bedroom.
[Same time, Lydia's first person POV]
Sitting in silence as I guard my Thane's husband and soon to be Emperor in my Thane's other home in Solitude, I spotted two black figures approaching the opened bedroom window at high speed. As the first one draws closer, I could make out that it has the shape of a dragon and had red markings on it's belly, back and wings, much like my Thane's Daedric armour that she was so fond of. The other dragon looks like Alduin, though I can't be sure. I was wondering where my Thane and Alduin had went for the past 10 hours since we came back to Proudspire Manor.
The black and red dragon went through the window and landed on the bed. I was about to go up and attack it, but for some reason, it just snuggled near the Thane's husband, Derkeethus, if I recall correctly, in a manner one might hug a lover. The Alduin look-alike slept next to Meeko, the dog that me and my Thane had went out to collect when she found out about a shack whose owner had just died from an illness.
Quickly, fearing for the safety of Derkeethus and the dog, I silently creep out of the room, wearing the Dragonplate armour that my Thane had given me. Going down, I spotted the other four housecarls, my colleagues from now on, sitting at the dining table doing nothing. Going up to them, I announced, "there seems to be a problem, there are two mysterious black dragons inside the bedroom. They flew in from the opened window."
"Take this, use this to keep them from becoming conscious as we tie them up for questioning." Iona said as she threw me a bottle of purple liquid. "It is a sleeping poison that our Thane had made. I will go with you to subdue them."
Sneaking into the room again, very thankful that our Thane had enchanted our boots with sneak boosting abilities, I gently opened the mouth of the dragon that was hugging Derkeethus and poured the poison down it's throat, Iona doing the same for the Alduin look-alike. After checking that they were not going to wake up, we bound their wings and legs with some string and hauled them into Castle Dour's dungeons with Cocceius, the Imperial Council's leader, following us.
[Castle Dour dungeons, 8 a.m.. Janice first person POV]
Slowly waking up, I noticed that Derkeethus wasn't there and I was on a stone cold floor. I noticed that my wings and legs were bounded and that I was on my back. Flipping over, I could see Alduin still sleeping, but what was most troubling to me was that I noticed that we were inside a prison cell. "What is going on here?" I screamed.
"What's going on is that you better start explaining why you were hugging our soon to be Emperor!" Cocceius demanded as he walked to the gates of the cell.
"Cocceius?! Did you do this to me? Why?" I asked the man in slight surprise.
"How do you know my name, dragon? More importantly, why do you sound like our new Empress?" Cocceius demanded again, more curious this time.
Before I could answer, I heard a voice I knew all too well. "Unhand her at once, Cocceius! She is my wife!" Derkeethus demanded from the stairs leading to my prison cell.
"How can this… this animal, be your wife, Your Highness?" Cocceius exclaimed in surprise at the statement. I was trying to wriggle free from these bonds, whoever did this didn't really do a good job it seems.
"Janice! You should be more careful next time. Transform and show them." Derkeethus exclaimed as he ran to the cell door.
"What?!" Cocceius exclaimed in surprise as I got loose and begin to transform.
Seeing me stand in the cell in my full glory, Cocceius started to gape like a fish as he fumbled with the keys to the gate.
"So-so… rry… Your Highness. We didn't know." Cocceius said in apology as I collected Alduin's sleeping form and untied her.
"It is alright, I should have been more careful about my transformations." I said to the trembling politician.
"Please, accept my sincerest apologies, Your Highness!" Cocceius exclaimed as he squat down to bow at my feet.
"I said it is fine!" I told the man at my feet. "It was my fault that I did not change back when I got inside my house."
"Ye-yes, Your Highness!" Cocceius said as he got up to follow me outside.
[Castle Dour courtyard]
"All hail the Dragon Queen!" the soldiers in the courtyard squatted and bowed as I step outside the building with Alduin still sleeping in my arms.
"The Dragon Queen? You told them?" I asked Derkeethus, seeing Cocceius might be the only one who hasn't known about my dragon form.
"Yes I did, that should keep anyone from trying to harm you if they didn't recognise you in your dragon form." Derkeethus explained. "I had also taken the liberty to tell the entire continent of Tamriel about it. Oh look! A package has arrived for you."
"Umm, thanks I guess." I told Derkeethus as I took the parcel from the courier.
There was a letter on the parcel, it reads:
To the Dragon Queen of the Empire,
Congratulations on your new title. In this package, is a little gift from me, suitable for one of such high status and power.
Humbly yours, A Friend.
"Huh, I hope this 'friend' isn't my mother again." I said as I opened the parcel.
Inside it, I find a necklace with a large blue jewel surrounded by a gold metal piece. It almost look like the legendary Amulet of the Kings, except it is blue in colour and is missing the eight smaller gems representing the gods. "Put it on, I think it looks good on you my love." Derkeethus told me as he inspected the amulet.
"I think this could wait until I get to the Imperial City, I could see that it might be connected to Akatosh somehow and I want to wear it when I get to the ruins of the Temple of the One. Something tells me that this 'friend' will reveal himself when I get there." I told Derkeethus and the politician behind me. "Keep it safe." I told Cocceius as I gave him the parcel containing the amulet.
"Yes, Your Highness," Cocceius said with a bow.
"Could Your Highness please show us your dragon form?" General Tullius, who I did not notice until now, spoke up from his position.
"No problem, general." I told my former army commander as I transform, handing Alduin to Derkeethus as I shouted the words.
"Please, just call me Tullius, Your Highness." The army head of the legion in Skyrim said as he and the other soldiers stared in awe at my black and red colouring.
"Shall we depart?" I told Cocceius as I flapped my wings up to his eye level.
"Right away, Your Highness." Cocceius said.
[Akatosh's POV]
"She's on to us!" Talos yelled through the portal.
"I don't even know how that is possible. But no matter, she thinks something will happen if she visits the Temple of the One and wearing the amulet at the same time." Said a courier looking down at the water outside Solitude. Apparently Akatosh had transformed into a courier to give the amulet to Janice himself.
[Outside Solitude, Janice third-person POV]
Flapping her wings, Janice led the convoy as well as two excited children who were still in awe that their mother is now a badass dragon. She went up to a sleeping Shadowmere and nudge him awake using her snout.
"Hi Shade! Ready to go?" Janice told the horse as he stirred from his slumber.
"What?! How does a black dragon like yourself know that name? Who are you?" Shadowmere asked the dragoness.
"I am the Listener, you know, your master Janice?" The dragoness whispered to the horse.
"Janice? How- Nevermind, if you are who you claimed to be, what date was it that Astrid died?" Shadowmere asked the dragoness.
"Simple, a week ago, exactly. You were outside killing the rest of soldiers, Shadowmere." Janice whispered to the horse as the others were still walking down the road, out of earshot.
"So it really is you then? I guess I should have expected that much since you were a vampire lord." Shadowmere calmly telepathed.
"Before we go, is there something anyone of you wanted to tell me?" Janice asked the group at the stables.
"We are sorry for the mistake, Your Highness." Lydia and Iona spoke up from their positions in front of Derkeethus and the kids.
"It is fine, I was the one at fault here, I should have been more careful." Janice told the guilty looking housecarls.
"One more thing, how is it that you have recovered so quickly from the poison?" Iona asked the dragoness.
"I… I have an amulet with an enchantment to resist poison." Janice lied to cover up her vampire traits.
"I see," Iona said in realization as she mounted her horse.
[Line break]
"Alright, if everybody is set, let's go" Janice said as she landed on Shadowmere, Alduin being placed in front of her at her request.
"You know I am not going to carry you in that form, right?" Shadowmere telepathed to the dragoness on his saddle.
"Why?" Janice whispered.
"It is degrading!" Shadowmere mentally screamed at her.
"I don't see what is wrong." Janice whispered, not cringing from the volume Shadowmere had used.
"If you were bigger, I suppose I should ride you, see what difference that will make." Shadowmere retorted.
"I hate you, just as I was having the most fun in this form too." Janice whispered.
"Fine, I will carry you like that, but I want some venison later." Shadowmere bargained with the dragoness.
"Alright," Janice whispered as they set off.
[Noon, Markarth]
"My horse wants some meat it seems," Janice told the supply manager as she pretended to give Shadowmere some horse feed.
"That horse is incredibly picky, Your Highness," the manager said.
"Yes, just the other day, he wanted some mushrooms instead of his usual feed. Then there was that one time he wanted to eat some Deathbell and Nightshade flowers too." Janice told the manager.
"They were delicious, mind you." Shadowmere told the Dragonborn.
"Deliciously deadly," Janice whispered as she brought a chunk of venison over using her claws.
"Whatever, I am an immortal undead horse, I can't die from mere poison." Shadowmere telepathed as he ate the meat.
Rolling her eyes, Janice whispered, "See you in about an hour, I will be having lunch with the Jarl."
"So, when do you want to change back, Your Highness?" Igmund asked the Dragon Queen as she nibbles on a piece of venison in the stew.
"When I am satisfied!" Janice spoke after swallowing a piece whole.
[Time skip, after dinner, Whiterun, Breezehome]
"So, when does Alduin wakes up?" Derkeethus asked as Janice entertain the children.
"Iona, what sleeping poison did you use, exactly?" Janice asked the housecarl.
"Here is the bottle, Your Highness." Iona said as she pass the dragoness the empty bottle. On it, the label reads:
Warning!
Do not use unless target really deserves it.
"Oh no, that isn't good." Janice exclaimed.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Everyone in the room except the kids exclaimed in slight shock.
"This poison was one of the weird ones, not only it makes the target sleep for a very long time, there were some side effects when used on animals or magical creatures like Alice." Janice explained.
"What kind of side effects?" Everyone asked in unison.
"When I tested it on animals, they seem to hallucinate for the entire day after they woke up. When I used it on a flame thrall I had summoned, it caused them to start go crazy. I didn't try it with a dragon though." Janice explained as she helped Blaise ride on her.
"We better be prepared for anything then." Derkeethus announced.
"Yeah, anyway, I want to give Blaise here a ride outside, so see you guys later." Janice said as she made for the door with Blaise riding her.
"Ready Blaise? You would want to hold on tight!" Janice told her adopted son as she took off with Blaise's arms wrapped around her neck tightly.
As she circled low around Whiterun, Blaise exclaimed, "Wow mom! This is beautiful!"
"Yes it is, my son." Janice told the young soon-to-be prince.
[Time skip, noon, somewhere south of Helgen up the mountain tops]
"Tell me again Derkeethus, why are we going into the mountains? The gate to Cyrodiil was straight ahead from Helgen!" Janice screamed at her husband as she hang on to Alduin, not an easy thing to do when you got wings for hands.
"My parents live here!" Derkeethus replied.
"Right, why would two poor lizards live all the way up here?" Janice asked her husband.
"Whatever," Derkeethus snorted.
[Half an hour later]
"Here we are!" Derkeethus announced as he dismounted.
"Woah… You never told me you were rich. I thought you were a mine worker making ends meet." Janice said in amazement as she looked on.
Indeed, for standing in front of the convoy was a gigantic villa, much bigger than all of Janice's houses combined, even those she had built herself. It was five storeys tall and about two square kilometres of land surrounded what must be a one and a half thousand square feet villa made of wood and stone. The villa itself has four visible balconies, one on each side at different floors. Moss covered the villa's facade in an artistic manner and there is two nord gardener tending the yards as well as two high elf cleaners sweeping the stone paths leading to the front door and through a maze of hedges. Surrounding the entire compound was a five metre tall metal fence with stone foundations that had incredibly complex looking cravings of the Dragonborn and other famous historical figures.
"I tried to keep it a secret." Derkeethus said as he fished out a golden key to unlock the gate. "Hondor! I'm back!" Derkeethus called out.
"What can I do for you, sire?" Hondor the Imperial butler asked the Argonian with a bow, having appeared out of thin air without warning.
"Show these kind folk around the place would you? And treat the dragon on the horse with respect, she is the Dragon Queen of the Empire and my wife." Derkeethus told the butler in a posh, noble voice; very out of character for the supposed poor miner he acted before Janice married him.
"The Dragon Queen? Oh, that must make you the Emperor, yes? Have my most sincere apologies for not recognising it immediately, Your Highness." Hondor bowed to Derkeethus and Janice, who is now hovering beside the green lizard.
"Well, get on with it, I need to talk to my parents." Derkeethus said as he leave for the villa down the incredibly long pathway through the front garden.
"Yes, Your Highness," Hondor said respectfully.
[Derkeethus, third person POV]
"Mom! Dad! I am home!" Derkeethus called out as he stepped into the luxurious interior of the villa. The foyer of the villa was simple, with candles lining the walls every few steps to light the way and a red velvet carpet covering the red wooden floor panels.
To the right of the foyer was a spacious two storey living room with a huge wooden couch with red cushions on it. In front of it was a coffee table and a large glass window with a very good view of the front garden. To the left of the foyer was another spacious recreational room two storeys high. It was filled with all sorts of small sporting equipment as well as an archery range. Leading on into the grand hall, there were two staircases that join in the middle leading up to the second floor. The grand hall itself had a giant golden candle chandelier decorated with all manners of jewels and the floor was tiled over with marble tiles. On the stone pillars that lined the circumference of the grand hall were intricate, incredibly complex and expensive looking carvings of animals and plants.
Stepping into the grand hall, Derkeethus called out again for his parents. Feeling no particular anxiety over the delayed reaction given the size of the house, he went to seat at one of the benches lined along a wall in the grand hall.
After about five minutes, an Argonian couple descended the stairs wearing clothes that only the very wealthy and powerful could ever hope to purchase for it is made of silk and covering the clothes were thick fur coats to help with the weather up in the mountains. "Oh, Derkeethus, or should I say, Your Highness?" The Argonian woman spoke to her child.
Lifting his head up, he stood and went over to the foot of the stairs where his parents were waiting. "Mother, there isn't a need for formalities." Derkeethus told the woman as he embraced her in a hug.
"Oh, but there is. Meeting someone of your title is a great honour after all." The man told his son. "Where is your wife, the Dragon Queen?"
"I asked Hondor to give her and the rest a tour of the mansion. They should be coming in for lunch soon, though." Derkeethus answered his father.
"Hey Jack! Prepare some of your delicious venison stew for our guests would you? Make sure it is good, our guests are very important people after all!" The Argonian man shouted in the direction of which might be the kitchen.
"Now, go change out of whatever it is you are wearing, you know that you shouldn't be wearing armour at the dining table." The woman told her son.
"Yes, mom," Derkeethus answered as he went to his room on the fourth floor.
His room was filled with all manners of toys, not something that befits a man of his age, but it is to be expected since he hasn't been to his room longer for more than a day per year. He didn't really want to clear out his toys since he knew giving his toys to someone would be very out of character for someone working in a mine. He didn't really wanted to be seen as rich as it made people around him quite fearful to confront him knowing he had the money to bring about great pains to them if he wanted to and of course of the fact that shopkeepers will pester him to no end until he had bought all the items they have to offer. His own reason for working in a mine at Darkwater Crossing was to experience the life of a poor man first hand, not that he has no money to make ends meet. There wasn't anything eventful until he got caught by some Falmer and dragged into a cave up the waterfall unconscious. There, he had stood for about a day without food or water until a certain cat freed him from the cage, killing all the Falmer as quickly as they had knocked him unconscious. From then on, he no longer worked in the mine, but instead, travelled with the powerful Khajiit as a tag-along-partner until they got married. He had tried to ask her the real reason how she came to know that he was there in the cave, but all he got for an answer was 'The Voice'.
Shaking those memories from his head, he went over to a closet to retrieve a set of noble clothes that looked suspiciously like the late Emperor's clothes and put them on. Going down the stairs again, he saw his parents welcoming Janice in her normal form, their adopted children, Cocceius and a very paranoid looking Lydia who insisted that she stays by Janice's side for her safety. "There is the young Emperor!" The man announced as he spotted his son at the top of joint platform between two flights of stairs in the grand hall.
"Lunch is ready, Your Highness (es?)." Hondor said, holding out an inviting hand pointed towards the dining room.
The dining room was very spacious, with all manners of art hung on the wall, most of them looking really old and expensive. The most recent painting was that of Akatosh's Avatar that had appeared during the end of the Oblivion Crisis to fight off Mehrunes Dagon. In the middle of the room sits an incredibly long table made of red wood. Carved onto it was intricate designs of flowers and vines that curves nicely around the table in a manner that exhibits poshness to an incredible degree. There were two throne-like chairs at either end of the table, but one was moved to one end of the massive table for this occasion. Normally Derkeethus' parents would be sitting on the chairs, but today, they were reserved for the new rulers of the Empire.
[Janice POV]
Sitting down at one of the chairs, Janice asked the Argonian parents, "So, who are you?"
"Oh, pardon my rude manners, Your Highness. I am Ushaei Caleemareen2, Lord of the Argonian clan here in Skyrim. This is my wife, Beeht Lafmuseeth2. You may address us as Ushaei and Beeht, Your Highness." The Argonian man bowed from his seat.
"I see, pleasure to meet you Ushaei and Beeht." Janice said as she held out her hand for a handshake.
"The honour of meeting you in person is ours," Ushaei politely said as he reached for the outstretched hand.
After a series of chatting about the improvements of the quality of life for the Argonian salve workers in Windhelm after the defeat of Ulfric, Jack the Wood Elf chef arrives with a couple of female Khajiits to serve his specialty of venison stew to the royal family as well as the Argonian family and the politician. Lydia just took out her never ending piece of bread to eat.
"This is some good stew!" Janice exclaimed as she devours the contents of the bowl as gently as she can, not wanting to break her table manners around so many important people.
"Your Highness, do you want some more?" Jack asked the woman in Daedric armour.
"Of course, you are the chef, yes? Would you like to participate in a contest that I would be holding after my coronation in the Imperial City?" Janice asked the Wood Elf.
"Certainly, Your Highness. As for your invitation, you have to speak to my employers about it." The Bosmer said as he took the empty bowl to fill it out again.
"Would it be alright? He makes such a nice stew." Janice asked the Argonian couple as another bowl of stew got placed in front of her.
"Of course, Your Highness. He wanted to visit the Imperial City ever since he came to us looking for work. I would gladly allow him to go there. Besides, we have another chef that wants to work with us." Beeht said to the Khajiit Empress.
"Alright, Cocceius, make a note about Jack here." Janice told the politician while pointing at a very excited looking Bosmer.
[After lunch, villa backyard]
The backyard was a lovely place, but for some reason, there was a sparring court at one side of the vast area that is the back garden.
"Want to have a friendly battle, Your Highness?" Ushaei asked Daedric clad warrior.
"Are you really sure about this, dad? She is not the Saviour of Tamriel for nothing you know." Derkeethus whispered to his dad.
"I would be fine," Ushaei said as he put on his ebony armour set.
"Are you really sure?" Janice asked the man in ebony as they went into the sparring court. "I am not just some regular bandit you know."
"Yes I am, Your Highness. Show me what you got!" Ushaei said as he brandished an ebony sword and took out an ebony shield.
"Fine," Janice said as she prepared herself, though she decided to only use her Ghostblade with her left hand crossed behind her back.
Charging at full speed, the ebony clad warrior swung his sword down on Janice who blocked it with her sword, seemingly without effort. Throwing the warrior backwards, she twirled the Ghostblade around in a circular pattern, taunting the Argonian. "Are you seriously sure about this?" Janice asked the Argonian who is getting up.
"I am serious, Your Highness," Ushaei said as he attempts to trip Janice, but she blocked it with a well timed stab on the ground.
Failing the trip, Ushaei swung his sword downwards on the seemingly exposed torso of the Dragonborn only to be blocked again by the Ghostblade. Seeing this, Ushaei thought of a way to try to disarm the seasoned warrior. Blocking with his shield, he waited for Janice to strike.
"I am not that dumb," Janice announced as she let go of Ghostblade and levitated it with Telekinesis.
"What?!" Ushaei exclaimed in surprise.
Twirling her right hand, she made the levitating Ghostblade attack the man through a series of swipes and stabs. Fortunately for the Argonian, he was fast enough to block it with his shield.
"Swift learner, eh?" Janice said in a taunting manner. "Very well then." Janice said as she threw the man backwards using Telekinesis on his armour.
Using her left hand, she pulled out her quiver of Daedric arrows and levitated the arrows inside into the sky. "Oh my god…" Derkeethus said as he stared in amazement. The arrows had formed a cloud thick enough for no sunlight to peek through the wall of arrows.
Going wide eyed while continuing to block the barrage of incredibly powerful strikes from the blue translucent sword, Ushaei quickly hunkered down behind the ebony shield, forming a tight ball. Seeing that he had his eyes averted from the scene, Janice smirked as she repositioned the cloud of arrows behind the Argonian. Sending a single arrow down to poke the exposed tail of the Lord of the Argonian Clan, the said Argonian looked up in time to see the thousands of arrows coming straight to him. Fortunately for him, the arrows stopped right before piercing his flesh. "I think I've won," Janice announced as she recalled her Ghostblade to her right hand.
Staring at the cloud of death, Ushaei said shakily, "Ye… Yes, of… course, Your Highness."
Recalling all the arrows, Janice moved from where she had stood for the entire battle towards the shaking Argonian. "Come on, you should know by now that this isn't a fight that you could even win." Janice told the Argonian as she helped him up.
[Talos third-person POV]
"See that? Did you see THAT?!" Talos screamed in excitement through a second portal, the first one replaying the battle scene with Janice.
"She is so good that she do have to move to defeat her opponent!" Talos continued.
"Yes, for the hundredth time, we get it!" Akatosh exclaimed in annoyance.
"I wish I had such good mastery over magic back in my day." Talos said as he wiped a joyful tear from his eyes.
[Back to the battlefield]
"I want to battle too, with my son." Beeht announced as she put on her Glass armour set.
"Mom, is this even going to be fair? She trained me you know." Derkeethus told his mother as he wore his Dragonscale armour.
"Don't worry about me, there are somethings I have kept hidden from you." Beeht told the new Emperor as they stepped onto the battlefield after Janice and Ushaei vacated the area.
"Let's begin!" Janice announced excited, waiting for the moment where Derkeethus could finally put his training to good use.
Dashing rapidly around the field, Beeht was a blur to the new Emperor as he tries to snipe the old lady in the legs with his bow. Seeing it as futile, he grabbed his sword and shield and tried to intercept the blur. Just as he had thought he blocked his mother using his shield, he felt two sharp stabs on the back of his knees. Succumbing to the pain he fell over.
Flipping her son around to face the sky, Beeht put a dagger to his throat and calmly announced that she had won.
"That wasn't even fair!" Derkeethus complained as Janice healed the Argonian Emperor.
"Nothing is ever going to be fair when you face a Shadowscale." Beeht told her son.
"What?!" Janice and Derkeethus exclaimed. "You are with the Dark Brotherhood?" Janice asked.
"Of course… Listener." Beeht whispered that last part to Janice. Janice just gawked at her as she went to comfort her son.
"Please consider a visit some time soon!" Ushaei and Beeht called out to the convoy at the gates.
"Sure, mom!" Derkeethus said after having recovered from the fact that her mother was an assassin.
[Bruma, after dinner, castle lodging]
"So, any ideas how to wake Alice?" Lydia asked her Thane, using Alduin's new name was quite a change to the housecarl.
"She should be waking up anytime now. The fact that she is a dragon should make the poison easier on her" Janice announced in her dragon form.
Sure enough, the black bundle soon opened it's eyes, though something was very wrong about what happen next.
A/N: Janice's age in this fic is 20 and her mother is about 40.
1. It is dumb that a full suit of armour covering everything still allows sunlight to harm you.
2. I had to use an Elder Scrolls name generator for their names.
Edit, 18.8.2014: Sorry about the edits, I found out that I called the council Imperial Council instead of its true name of the Elder Council! I have also fixed Cocceius' title.
