So here is the start of sequence 2. This deals with the group being in Cyrodiil, before Arminius becomes the Emperor and while he is going through the political process of being the Emperor.

Here are a couple of more Authors' notes in order to put more words onto the document.

1: I must ask you all, are there any concepts that you wish me to expand on? Do you have any ideas for me, or an OC's you want me to drag in for those concepts? Basically, as I write this story, I figure out new concepts as I go, and I think of how I can add it in their without swaying from the overall story. Feel free to leave it in a review.

2: About the over-the-top sex scene, it did seem pornographic. But so is sex itself. When I write my stories and I have sexual themes in it, they are pretty strong sexual themes and they also appeal to the sense of excitement that comes from sex. The last sex scene I wrote, I had Mjoll watching in the background, only because I want to set up this over-the-top, Game of Thrones like sexual romance. Plus, unlike most people, I'm a big supporter of sexual appeal for both men and women in games, comics, movies, and books. So expect a lot of sex in the future; maybe not all descriptive, but it's there.

Anyways, onto the story.


Their journey took them to Bruma, then to Chorrol, before finally reaching the outskirts of the Imperial city only a week and a half-later.

The convoy rested on a basin, one that gave them a great view of the White-Gold tower. Delphine and Esbern were minding their own business, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves, while the Dragonborn and the other five were standing side by side, looking out at the sight.

"I always wanted to see the White-Gold tower," Erik said enthusiastically. "Do you think we'll be able to go inside?"

"Probably," Arminius replied, crossing his arms.

"If you become Emperor, where will you be staying?" He heard Mjoll ask.

"In the Imperial palace, I believe," he answered. "The same place where the Elder Council holds their meetings."

"I wouldn't suggest you plan your livelihood yet," Motierre said from behind. "It will still take a while before the council can make a decision; and if there is a second option, then it would only be worse."

"A second option?" Hadvar questioned.

"Yes," Motierre said. "The Council at this point is very divided. No doubt that the High Elf representatives have plans of their own."

"High Elf representatives?" Arminius also questioned. "I thought the Elder Council had representatives for races in regions that are in Imperial occupation?"

"It was a part of the White-Gold Concordat," Motierre said. "That specific part of it is usually not remembered by the people."

"I knew that," Marcurio piped in, raising his hand up. His face grew a smirk, as if he was proud of knowing something few others knew.

"Be ready," they heard Legate Rikke call out. "We're moving in five." Motierre turned to Arminius.

"You best get ready, but there are a few things before we move out," he said. The other five had moved to get ready, leaving the councilor and Dragonborn alone to speak. "We are most likely not going straight to the Elder Council chambers; you must look presentable first."

"Okay, well how are we going to do that?" Arminius asked.

"In the Elven Gardens District, there is a spa house called "Rumana's," Motierre explained. "I usually go there weekly for a treatment, and…toadmiretheelvengirlsthere…but…yeah," he spoke fast, almost embarrassed. "You shall go there for a session and at my expense as well. If your guards wish to accompany you, so be it. I have a discount there anyway."

"What's a spa?" Erik asked, coming out of nowhere.

"You've never heard of a spa before?" Marcurio also came out of nowhere. "It's where you go to relax and to refresh!"


Their convoy had taken them over the bridge that crossed Lake Rumare, and landed them on the center island that held the Imperial city. The main gate was made out of Iron and Steel, and maybe some bronze as well. It had an insignia on it, which was of the Empire's logo. They were stopped there by a soldier wearing a special kind of armor; definitely was the Imperial Guard.

"Halt," the guard shouted, approaching Legate Rikke. "State your name, rank, and business."

"Legate Rikke of the fourth Legion," Rikke replied sternly. "We are escorting Councilor Amaund Motierre, and an Emperor candidate." The guard nodded, and saluted them.

"You may pass," he stated, before stepping back to his position, and to wait for some of the citizens that were waiting behind the convoy. Usually, the gates would be open and free to anyone to move in and out as they please. With the assassination of the Emperor, however, the Imperial guard had to follow the standard protocol in a situation like this, which was to limit access and increase defense.

Two other guards had pulled open the gates to let them through, revealing a site that amazed the group of newcomers. Upon entering, they saw the streets filled with masses of people, of all different races. Conversation, bargaining, song and dance, walking, pulling carts of hay, riding on horses, Imperial guard marches, etc. The Chatter and the loud noise of the crowded public really brought it alive, and created a new environment that the six have never been in before; but it was fascinating to them.

"Wow," Erik let out. "I've never been in a place like this before; it's amazing."

"I agree," Mjoll said, also basking in its excellence. Even Hadvar and Jenassa were both taken back by it. Delphine and Esbern, however, had remained silent, keeping up their low profile.


They had found stables where they could rent spaces for their horses, and they had all dismounted. Erik and Mjoll were walking around the area with each other, pushing past groups of people and pointing at several things that they found interesting. Their fascination was intriguing to Marcurio, but he had also been interacting with several of the citizens. Arminius approached Delphine and Esbern.

"Delphine," he said. The Breton woman turned around to see him with a straight face. "I think its best that you two split up from us."

"Right," she replied. "If anybody would stand out here, it would be us. We'll go into hiding, try to blend in with the crowds. We'll find you if we need you."

"Don't bother," he said, his voice suddenly becoming cold.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't affiliate myself with you anymore, remember?" Arminius said. "Bringing you here, I did you a favor; the others are here because they are my friends, and they can stay with me, but I'm done with you two."

"Is this still about Paarthurnax?" Delphine said, matching his tone.

"You know damn well it is," Arminius replied. "Someday, I may let it go, but not today."

"Fine then, we'll be off," Delphine said, pulling her hood up over herself then storming away. Esbern stared sadly at Arminius for the next few moments before turning and walking off to catch up with Delphine. Behind the hood however, when Delphine was far enough away, her face grew depressed, and she looked down in regret.

Arminius sighed, closing his eyes. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Came Jenassa. Arminius was hesitant, but he nodded.

"I'm fine."

Hadvar came up on his other side.

"I'm guessing that they are going their own way now?"

"Yeah."


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