This is a series that I have had sitting on my computer since I played Skyrim the first time, so many years ago. I have now finally decided to upload it. The chapters are short, but I hope it's enjoyable. Review if you feel so led.


Silver-Blood Inn

Where was he? Lydia raged. He'd been gone for five days. How hard was it to return to a single scared man at a temple and hand over some evidence? Simple, right, she thought? No. He had not returned as soon as she thought he would.

She should have gone with him. But she was tired. He demanded her to go back to the inn and get some rest. And she'd gone, like a fool. And now he was nowhere to be found.

Lydia went to the guards and was brushed off. She even threw out Vidar's name, said that she was his housecarl, and she was still blown off. She attempted to go to the jarl. He wouldn't see her. It was like there was a conspiracy against her or something!

She would have contacted the Thieves Guild in Markarth, but she had no clue how to find them. She didn't want to worry the Companions, so she tried to contact the Legion with no luck. While the Empire controlled the Reach, there was no way the Legion was going to send in agents and risk further disputes with the Reachmen. They'd suffered enough already.

And so she sat in her room, waiting. Waiting like a silly little girl.

She was so angry with him!

"You said you'd never leave me," Lydia whispered to the reflection on her shield, as if she were talking to Vidar.

If he was dead, as she assumed he was… He would just be one more person in her life to make a promise and fail to keep it, just another person to break her heart, just another person to leave her.

Lydia decided then that if he didn't show up tomorrow she would pack her bags and head back to Whiterun. Maybe someday he'd return to Breezehome. Maybe someday, if he was not dead, he'd come back to her.