Skyrim: The Trouble with Forbidden Love

Chapter 12 of my Skyrim chapter, enjoy.

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samurai ninja girl: Yeah, she is pretty bad.
Boris Yeltsin: Thanks :)
Farani: Yeah, she is rather petty and cruel; it's quite sad for them. All I can say is wait and see what happens.
Guest: Cool, thanks :)
HydroRecon: Hah, strange thought, not really; she's the Dragonborn after all, in her case her father was the Redguard and her mother the Nord.

Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Skyrim belongs to Bethesda.


Chapter 12

During her excursion through the market, Dagny had been unaware that she was being watched. Two men, clad in ragged brown cloaks with hoods, had watched her from the shadows. They wore the hoods up hiding their faces, the cloaks covering their bodies; the cloaks had come from the bodies of men they had killed earlier. The men were in fact part of a rather organized bandit group, stationed north-west of Whiterun, in the Halted Stream Mine. They both smirked as they stood, watching Dagny as she walked around the market. Their gaze was drawn to her exposed cleavage and the way her dress displayed her figure; but most of all, they watched her due to who she was.

"That's her," one of them stated in a whisper. "The Jarl's daughter."

The second one nodded. "Perfect; now we just need a plan, then we can grab her."

Eyeing her large breasts the first one smirked. "Oh, I'd like to grab her alright; can you imagine what it'd be like, having those teats in your hands."

"Quiet, and forget that," the second one hissed. "We're after money, remember. We take her and demand ransom from the Jarl; he's not going to pay us for damaged goods."

The first nodded glumly. "Yeah, you're right, that's why we can't touch her…Let's go talk to others back at camp. We need to start planning right away."

The other nodded and they slipped away, ready to begin formulating their plan to kidnap the Jarl's daughter.

Braith sighed as she stood in the market, looking forlornly over the stalls. Normally her thoughts would be on her wishes to be able to buy something, particularly from the food stalls. Her friendship with Mila meant that Carlotta allowed Braith and her family to have any of the fruit, vegetables or bread from her stall for free, but sadly this kindness did not extend to the other merchants. The only person worse off than them was Brenuin, the town beggar. But today her thoughts weren't on her family's lack of money. They were on Lars; despite everything they had tried, they had been torn apart. Now Lars was due to marry the Jarl's daughter, and Braith was left all alone; it had broken her, but knowing they couldn't defy the Jarl, she had broken off their relationship. Despite telling herself it was for the best, she felt like she had a gaping hole in her heart, one that could never be filled.

She heard footsteps approaching and tensed; glancing over her shoulder.

"Braith?" It was Mila.

She sighed. "Hello, Mila."

Mila noted Braith's melancholy and bit her lip. It was strange, seeing the normally strong and, admittedly aggressive, girl like this.

Mila slowly approached her friend. "Braith, I…"

She shook her head. "Just forget it Mila; there's no point. I can't…nothing will ever fix this. I can't let go; my heart belonged to him."

Mila bowed her head sadly, feeling for her friend. It seemed especially unfair to Mila, since she was still being courted by the young man she met at the Autumn Festival.

Suddenly Braith spotted Dagny, and her heart clenched as she fought to maintain control.

'What is she doing here, shouldn't she be off corrupting Lars just now?' she wondered bitterly. 'I thought the marketplace would be too common for her.'

She quickly caught herself and looked away, although not before realizing Dagny had seen her. She tensed, wondering if her beloved's betrothed knew about them. She didn't approach Braith, however, and the condescending look she gave the Redguard girl wasn't any different than the one she sent other people. Braith sighed and turned to Mila.

"I'm going to go home; I'll see you tomorrow."

Mila nodded sadly. "Yes, of course."

With that Braith began to walk home. Mila watched her walk away sadly, wishing there was some way to help her friend, to make her feel better. If only there was some way to change things, so that Lars and Braith could be together without anyone raising any complaint.

She turned away as she thought about that. 'But I can't think of anything; if only…If only there was something I could do…But what?' Still saddened by this, Mila turned and headed for home too.

Braith walked slowly, ignoring almost everything around her. The misery was overwhelming; she wondered just how much more of this she could take. She was now at the stage where her depression was easily noticeable, especially to her parents. Bracing herself for the inevitable, Braith opened the door and entered her home.

Almost immediately she found herself facing her father.

"Braith, I…" he started.

She shook her head. "No father, please, don't…I don't want to talk about it."

Amren sighed and lowered his head. "But Braith…"

"Please."

Amren gently put his hands on her shoulders. "No, listen to me. You're my daughter; it's obvious this has hurt you. But you can't keep holding it back; please, just talk to me."

Braith found herself practically chewing her bottom lip, fighting desperately to hold back tears.

"There's nothing to say father; it's over now, that's it," she choked out.

Amren was about to say something else, but Braith pulled away. He straightened up, a look of concern and worry on his face.

"There is more to this Braith," he said softly. "I'm not blind or foolish; I know you're hurting, so just please, let me in."

She shook her head. "I can't, just…just leave it, leave me alone."

With that she turned and moved past her father. She was determined to get to her room; she could lock herself in there and finally let her tears fall. Her room was her safe haven, the only place where she could let out all the pain and sadness she felt, the only place where she didn't have to be strong or put up a front to protect herself from others judgements.

But the Divines did not smile on her; she had only just reached the top of the stairs. Now she found herself accosted by her mother, the last person she wanted to see right now.

"I warned you, didn't I?" Saffir remarked, smugly triumphant. "I told you he was just using you, that he wasn't truly interested. Now look what's happened."

Braith growled. "You don't know a thing mother. Lars is not like that; it wasn't his choice."

Saffir shook her head. "Still you deny, still you refuse to face the truth."

"Leave me alone!" Braith snapped finally as the tears stung her eyes. If her mother saw them, however, she made no remark. Braith pushed past her and headed for her room.

"Try all you like, but you cannot deny, I was right," Saffir called after her.

Braith did not reply however and locked herself in her room. She threw herself onto her bed and, finally, wept, her body shaking with the sobs.

'Why, why did this have to happen?' she lamented to herself. 'If only we could be allowed to be together. Without the Jarl, or Lars' family, or mine, raising any problems. It's not fair.'

She didn't even bother to get changed into her shift; she just lay in bed and cried herself to sleep.


End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.