Ah, so happy to be updating again. Thank god I'm finding the free time now. :D

I'm trying to make up for not updating chapter nine so early.

And for the fact that my little sister deleted it from here. Yeah, I apologize.

She didn't mean to, she was just messing around on my computer and I stay signed in on , so... Yeah.

I've decided I'm going to mostly stay in Kaera POV through the story when they are together, and when they aren't, I'm going to switch back and forth between them. I don't like being in Vilkas's POV, but I'll do third person POV for him.

Anyways, R&R, enjoy!

Waking up in Markarth was not what I expected. Waking up in the temple of Dibella was even more shocking. Waking up naked was way worse. And having a throbbing headache didn't help at all. But the most mortifying part, the absolutely worst part...

I woke up naked in the temple of Dibella in Markarth...With an equally naked sleeping Vilkas. I wasn't exactly thrilled to wake up next to a Vilkas in his small-clothes. And finding myself wearing a wedding ring wasn't very comforting. Now, in most situations, I'm used to other people overreacting while I remain calm and collected.

But I see my role was reversed.

"Shit, Vilkas! Get up! Wake up, bastard!" I shook his shoulder, panicking. He grunted and rolled over, replying "What, whelp!" He sat up and glared at me, blinking. I raised an eyebrow at the 'whelp', but didn't say anything. "Gods, my head..." He moaned while looking around. His sleepy eyes looked in confusion at the dwemer architecture. "Wha..."

He looked at me, and his eyes trailed up and down my body lazily. It took a few seconds before he froze up, his mind registering that I was in nothing but my underwear. I swore I saw his face tint a shade of pink.

He looked down at himself, and back up to me in absolute, utter horror. It was exactly how I felt. Terror.

"Where the hell are we?!" He shouted at me, and I winced. "Ugh, quiet... My head aches..." He snarled and asked loudly "And why are we naked?!"

I yelled back "I don't know okay!"

He flinched and rubbed his temple. I sighed and sat down next to him. I stole a glance at him. His long, lean torso was muscular and rippled lightly while he took deep breaths. His black hair was messy, standing up in some places. His face was stoic, but his ice blue eyes screamed panic.

My wolf senses could hear his heart pounding in his chest much like mine. His eyes darted over to me, and I looked away. He immediately swung his head in the opposite direction.

"Do... Do you remember if... If we..." I stuttered out, my tongue not working properly and my face a deep crimson.

"No." He replied quickly, seeming as anxious as me.

"Oh, so you two drunks are awake now?!" A woman's voice practically screeched at us.

We both lifted our hands to our ears, muttering curses. Being drunk made every sound hurt, but being a drunk werewolf?!

"Not so loud..." I whispered. I removed my hands from my ears, asking "What happened?" I looked up at the scowling priestess. She growled back "After you two barged in here shouting about a goat, you defiled the temple and passed out."

I nodded, trying to make sense of it. "Did a man come with us, and where was he headed?" Vilkas asked. She scowled deeper and said "Oh no, you two need to clean up this mess you made before I tell you anything!"

I sighed. Frowning, I noticed Vilkas's hand offering to help me up. I took it and pulled myself up, looking around. She walked off to do her duty, leaving Vilkas and I standing there awkwardly.

There was a long pause of silence before Vilkas cleared his throat and said "Let's pick all this stuff up..."

I nodded in agreement quickly, walking away from him to pick up things we'd thrown around. I noticed Vilkas's sword and my bow. I picked them up, calling softly "Vilkas, I found your sword."

I could hear his bare feet crossing over the ground quickly. He stopped beside me, and I found that he was extremely warm. I side-stepped slightly. I handed the sword awkwardly, and he nodded and turned away.

The silence grew more and more uncomfortable. Neither of us were willing to break it. I picked up a giant's toe, and noticed behind a pillar was my hood. I slowly walked over to it, my head still pounding. I picked it up and brushed it off.

I looked over and noticed a trail of our armor. I stared at it for a few seconds too long before picking it up. "Vilkas." I said quietly, knowing he'd yell if I made his head hurt worse "I found our armor."

I looked up to see him turn towards me, his blue-silver eyes catching my gaze. He his eyes darted to the armor beside me, and I watched his legs stride over quickly. He picked up his armor and nodded, walking away.

I picked up my armor and immediately strapped it on, turning to Vilkas. He was just finishing strapping his weapon sheath into place. I picked up my Nightingale sword and sheathed it, swinging my bow around to my back to put it in place. I grabbed my quiver of ebony arrows and looked at Vilkas.

He looked up at me with icy eyes, and his eyes scanned over my armor from my boots to my face. I blushed and focused my eyes on the priestess, flipping my hood up and placing my mask.

"Alright, we cleaned the temple. Now tell us what we wanted to know." I said in my business voice.

She nodded and answered "There wasn't a man with you, but you kept yelling about a goat and a staff. You mentioned Rorikstead."

I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Vilkas, who looked at me. I nodded, and he said "Well, we must be off." He led the way out of the Temple, with me following behind. I tried to keep the distance between us. I knew he was probably just as angry as I am about that night in the Bloated Man's Grotto.

"Harbinger." I looked up at him, and he was still not facing me.

I sighed and made my way to his side. "What?" I asked cautiously. He still didn't even look at me as he said "What did you mean when you said that you didn't have a home?"

I stayed silent for a long time. I swallowed and answered "Exactly what I said."

Vilkas stopped, causing me to stop and turn to look at him. "Jorrvaskr is your home."

I frowned under my mask, looking down at the stones. I replied curtly "It doesn't matter. You wouldn't understand." I turned and walked away, and could easily hear his thundering footsteps behind me.

He asked with irritation lacing his tone "What do you mean, 'You wouldn't understand'?"

I scowled and replied back with anger "You wouldn't!"

He frowned and replied "What makes you think that?!"

I snarled while stopping and turning to him "You don't know a thing about me, and you wouldn't be able to understand!"

He grimaced and yelled "Maybe I don't know anything about you because you won't tell anyone anything!"

I opened my mouth to yell, but closed it. I didn't really have much of an argument for that. I spun on my heel and said back to him "Maybe I don't want anyone to know."

He strode quickly up to me and was by my side again. He didn't say anything else to me, which I thanked the gods for that. I didn't want to continue to dwell on it. We finally made our way out of Markarth and on the road, which I was happy for also.

Sooner this is done, the sooner I don't have to deal with Vilkas.

I looked down at the wedding ring on my finger. My stomach churned, and I stole a quick look at Vilkas's hand. He wasn't wearing one, which I sighed in relief. So I didn't marry him while I was drunk... But who did I marry then?

Vilkas looked at me and asked, catching me off guard "Why don't you ever take a shield-sibling with you?"

I blinked in surprise, saying "I don't want them to slow me down or get in the way."

He frowned. I frowned too. "What makes you think that we'll always get in the way? What happens when you get seriously hurt, and are surrounded?"

I shrug. "I summon Lucien, use my more powerful healing spells, and use my Thu'um."

His eyebrow raised in question. "Who's Lucien?"

I smiled and stopped, raising my hand to tell him to still also. He stood beside me while I channeled my inner energy, focusing on one area when a blue portal opened up, and Lucien stepped out calmly.

"My Listener." He smiled and replied, bowing lightly. I looked at Vilkas, saying "That's Lucien."

Vilkas stared at the specter in curiosity and wonder. I was quite surprised, considering when we first met he wouldn't let me use an enchanted sword to fight him.

"How long does he stay in this world?" Vilkas asked.

Lucien replied "Until I'm slain by one of her enemies."

Vilkas blinked and watched the assassin in surprise. I smiled to myself before saying "Let's continue." Vilkas nodded and we walked along, Lucien following silently behind. It wasn't actually that uncomfortable of a silence.

I looked around at the beautiful scenery, and found myself at ease. I peeked over at Vilkas, and smiled, even though he couldn't see it.

Maybe having a shield-sibling around isn't so bad.

Yup, that's this chapter. Hope you enjoyed!

Vilkas and Kaera are sorta getting along now. But it never lasts very long. They'll argue still.

Probably in the next chapter. XD

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