I thought I'd post a second chapter tonight, since I'm almost at 400 views, wow c:


When she stepped out of the door she was greeted with the far away sound of Heimskr shouting his Stormcloak views. Jogging down the steps, she didn't even notice Loy standing waiting for her.

"Why were you in there?" He sounded pretty agitated.

"I was talking to Vilkas" Deep down, her heart was aching for Loy to hug her, or something. She didn't like how attached she was getting, but she couldn't control how she felt anymore.

"Who the hell is he?" Loy was angry; he tried to calm himself down before he waltzed out of the inn, to search for Alese. Danica had told him where she was, he was searching frantically for Alese when Danica appeared in her robes and asked if she could help at all.

"He asked if I'd want to grab a drink, so I did." Not the best choice of words, but there was no going back now.

"He could have been anyone, he could have hurt you. Did he try anything? Suggest anything?..." Alese gave him a small hug, to show that she was sorry for leaving.

"I won't do it again" She said, still hugging him. She felt cared for, no one had really been that concerned for her other than her parents. It really made her feel wanted again, not just some kid who was abandoned by her parents. Loy and Alese spent the rest of their day together, looking around, talking to new people. Loy seemed to be getting too friendly with Danica, so Alese distracted herself by talking to a redguard man.

"Do you get to the cloud district very often? Oh what am I saying, of course you don't" Her said in a slightly annoying voice.

"What's the cloud district?" She was confused, did he mean the sky or?

"The Jarls Palace, do you live under a rock?" He sniggered at her and walked away triumphantly. What was his problem?

"Ignore my husband, he's very vain." Another redguard woman patted her shoulder then sighed. She then continued to trail after him.

It was dark by the time they'd finished supper. Loy had done a little errand for the local blacksmith, Adrianne. It was just taking a greatsword to the 'Cloud District', but at least he got paid. Renting the same room, they jogged up the stairs and Alese jumped on the bed and lay there for a moment. She thought about her day. The self-absorbed bitch, Aela. Danica, who she was jealous of. The complete dickhead, Nazeem…Whiterun was a great city; it was just the resident that let it down. Apart from Vilkas, he was…nice.

Settling down in bed, she turned towards Loy. He was lying on his side, gazing at her.

"What?" She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Have you always been this amazing" The butterflies were back.

"Yes, of course" She said sarcastically. He stretched his arm over the pillow and waited for her to lie down. When she did, she felt an overwhelming urge of safety and something else, but she didn't know what…Within a few minutes, she fell fast asleep in his strong arms.

This time, Loy was woken up by a loud noise coming from the other side of the room. He shot out of bed to see what it was. Meeko had knocked a stack of Alese's books over. He slowly started to stack them back up, reading the titles of each of them:

The Cabin in the Woods, Nightingales: Fact or Fiction, The Exodus, The Lusty Argonian Maid Vol 1…wait, what? Sudden possibilities crossed his mind, his breathing became heavy, and his cheeks flushed. The thoughts soon vanished from his head when he picked up the next book. No title, old and tattered with crumpled pages. It was her journal. For a few moments he paused, staring at it.

"You can read it, I want you to know" Alese yawned, and slowly sat up in bed.

"Are you sure?" He wanted to read it so bad, but he would respect her privacy if she didn't want him to. She nodded.

"I don't want to be here when you read it, I'm going to eat." She was already in her clothes, so she walked out of the room.

"Most of it is boring; I recommend the first few entries…" Her voice had become bitter.

Loy sat crossed legged on the cold wood floorboards; he opened the tattered journal and started reading.