Hey welcome back, sorry about the late update, it might happen more often because I'm going to move houses.

This chapter is named after Miridia, the daedric prince of life energies.

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Ulfric had invited Nasilda into his rather fancy home, she found herself gazing at the cold walls in wonder, what sort of man could call himself a son of Skyrim, say his battles were of honour if he lived in luxury whilst he had beggars on the streets.

"Are you hungry?" Ulfric asked as he walked, she shook her head and sat down at the long table that was centred in the hall, she looked up at him with curious eyes and questions on her lips but he simply smiled.

"No, thank you." She smiled up at him as she ran her fingers across her crossed arms, "I ate on the way to Windhelm." She lied, truthfully, she hated eating in front of anyone whom she wasn't comfortable with.

"Ah yes, troublesome journey?"

"Rather peaceful. Thankfully,"

He nodded and called a man over, ordering two meals; Nasilda looked at him curiously wondering if she did answer him when he asked her if she wanted something to eat or if she purely imagined it.

He sat down at the table, and considering how he constantly moved about in his chair she could see how it was not a common occorence for him to eat there, the way his eyes dragged up to the thrown at the end of the long hall showed how much he wished to sit up there. But it seemed he forced himself to sit at her level out of politeness, and from the strain she knew it was uncommon for him to do anything out of politeness.

"You look uncomfortable." Nasilda finally pointed out after he had changed his position several times.

"I need a cup of mead." He shrugged it off. "I had a long day"

"Oh?" She asked, looking curiously up at him in wonder, "Anything interesting?"

He looked away in thought but then shrugged, "I had to make plans for a move for my troops."

"How goes the war?"

"Almost a standstill, with the dragons running around like rabbits, it makes moving troops almost impossible."

"I can imagine."

A man brought out two bowls of chicken soup after several minutes of silence, he sat a bottle of spiced wine at the table with two glasses.

She noticed a light layer of dust on the dishes, noting that the fancy glasses hadn't been used in a long time, the wine was aged considerably judging that the date on the bottle was several years past.

"Is there an occasion?"

"I hope so." He said, pouring the wine.

She frowned, unsure of how to take the whole 'dinner date' if that is what it was. He seemed perfectly comfortable to sit back with the steaming soup scenting the room wonderfully without touching it, a glass in one hand that he sipped on occasionally but never really drank into. His discomfort hadn't eased.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Nasilda smiled, hoping that perhaps she could get this over with and continue her way, she wasn't sure what she hoped for in Windhelm, she mostly looked for an escape from Vilkas and his brother, but perhaps there was something else here too.

"Yes." He smiled. "You were at Helgen."

She smiled again, "You said that outside, remember?"

He nodded and took another sip of wine, "The wine is good, you should try it."

She snickered in her mind, it didn't seem so good, it seemed he more wanted to change the conversation, but she still took the glass to her lips and drank, taking in the sweet flavour of grapes, honey and cinnamon.

"As you remember, there was a dragon…" He started.

She giggled, "Of course, our only saviour."

"Ironic, admittedly." He then continued, "And do you know why there was a dragon?"

"No idea."

"You were there, I remember when you woke up, you looked like you had no idea who you were, you didn't say a thing for most of the ride…"

"Yes…"

"And now there's all this talk of dragonborns… that the gods are punishing us, and I found it coincidental that the world met you and the dragons on the same day."

She knew where he was heading, and she didn't want it to go that way. "No, I am Nasilda, a circle member of the Companions."

Saying it felt strange, like she had admitted defeat, a part of her died somewhat in saying so.

"Really…" He put a hand on his unshaven chin, "Part of me disagrees somewhat."

"I may have lost my memories before Helgen, but there are a few who would vouch for my identity."

"I say if you have lost your memories there is more to that, Nasilda, you are no longer the same woman you once were, the soul of that woman died and was sent to Sovngarde, someone else is in your body, something else." He leaned over the table, cradling his glass to his lip without drinking, his eye burned uncomfortably into hers as they read her emotions, "Dragonborn."

"I have heard that I might be." She looked away, "but I don't believe such rumours."

"I don't believe that you don't believe." He bore his stare with great willpower, she felt her shield crumble from his stare as he tried to break through to read her mind, "Nasilda, I trained with the Greybeards for many of my years, I have heard of dragonborn, what they are, what they can do, the rumours you here are just the beginning."

"What do you want Ulfric?"

"I want to tell you who you are, what you are." He smiled, his eyes softened and she noticed a kindness, "I want to tell you how you can be stronger and save this world."

"How did you even know it was me?"

"I know more about dragonborn than most, I can recognise one by their voice, by the stories told, they are all similar."

"But I am the first of thousands of years, apparently."

"Perhaps, but one who can use the voice speaks differently to one who doesn't."

"Understandable."

He smiled; "I understand you may be wary of me, it is natural for one to not trust a man who knows more about you than you do" She scoffed before he could continue "However, I think you might want to study with me, the Greybeards have habit of holding information, I think that is unnecessary, you might want to know all about what you are capable of."

"What do you want in return?"

He chuckled, "Perhaps a bit of help in moving troops once in a while."

"Is it alright if I ponder on it overnight?"

"Of course, my Steward will show you a room for which you can stew in."

"Oh no, I can just stay in the inn…"

"No, please be my guest." She noted emphasise on the word 'please' and knew immediately it was a word that he didn't use often, she wondered why he treated her in such a strange manner.

"One night to think about it." She said. "No more."

He smiled, "I will call my Steward."

And as he left the table she felt something click inside of her again, feeling this as a common occurrence she didn't pay it too much attention, but as he walked away she realised her heart was beating uncontrollably, she had never felt so alive. She felt like she was on the right path, even though she was hesitant to walk it, it all felt so right.

Miridia had breathed a new life into her bones, she was going to learn what she was exactly.


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