Breaking Chains

by Count Bathory

For centuries, the Dunmer of House Dres have been notorious for their practice of slave labor, the cruelty of the slave-lords knowing no bounds. But how dark can the shadow of oppression grow? What happens when a slave is pushed too far? Will he rise and revolt against his masters? Will he risk death to achieve his freedom? And if so, will he succeed, or only die trying?

14. Her Majesty

Three Days Later

Valarya Drethen stood at the end of the hallway, silently gazing out the wide, arched window. Not a sound stirred. It was just minutes past the hour of nine, the night young. A gloomy grey fog loomed outside, possessing an almost spectral appearance as it drifted somberly through the trees and enshrouded the surrounding land in its mist. Thin rays of moonlight poured in through the window before which Valarya stood. Glass of wine in hand, she took a long sip as she stared right into her own dim reflection lingering in the windowpane.

The Dunmer woman was garbed in a jet black dress, made from dense, expensive velvet. The lavish garment was decorated with rich, silver embroidery, stitched into elegant swirling patterns that started at the bodice and continued all the way down the sleeves. Small rubies ran along the neckline and down the center of the dress, giving a faint gleam beneath the light of the moons. The dress was even outfitted with ebony plating at the hips and along the abdomen. The skirt bore a touch of grey toward the bottom, with very faint floral designs stitched all around the hemline.

A silver tiara sat upon Valarya's brow, also decorated with rubies just like her dress, with a large one right at the top. Her hair, elegantly woven into braids, cascaded past her shoulders, flowing smoothly to her back. Around her neck she wore a black choker, adorned with an ornate ebony pendant in the shape of an eye that depicted none other than Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince of Knowledge and Fate.

To look at her from afar, Valarya Drethen was nearly indistinguishable from the shadows that draped along the corridors of the manor. Since early evening, she had spent hours perfecting every last facet of her appearance in preparation for this night, and for once, Valarya could say she was completely satisfied with how she looked. Looking herself over by the reflection in the window, she gave a faint grin. Every inch of her radiated elegance, grace, power, and authority. And on an occasion as paramount as the one this night, she absolutely refused to accept anything less than just that.

"Lady Valarya," the manor guard's voice called from behind her. Valarya's eyes did not leave the window, and there was a brief silence before the guardsman spoke again. "Your guests have assembled in the grand library, my lady. They await you now." Valarya still did not divert her gaze from the window, her eyes narrowing slightly as her focus remained fixed to the moonlit night.

"They have been given wine?" she at last spoke.

"Yes, my lady," the guard answered. "Your absolute finest, as you ordered."

"Good."

"Is there anything else you require, my lady?"

Finishing the last drops of her wine just then, Valarya handed the now empty glass to the guardsman. He took it from her without delay.

"My lady." The guard gave a brief bow before taking his leave of Valarya.

Lady Drethen spent several more minutes by that window, her mind racing as thoughts swirled uncontrollably inside her head like some storm. Valarya genuinely could not remember the last time she had felt this nervous about anything. Her stomach teemed with butterflies, her chest so tight it felt as if it were constricting upon itself. Valarya placed a hand on her now slightly emerged baby bump, finding a sliver of comfort and solace. She closed her eyes, taking many slow, deep breaths as she attempted to calm herself.

Get a hold of yourself, Valarya, she mused in self-encouragement. This is no different than any of the countless Grand Council meetings you have attended through the years. Come on, you can do this. Another minute passed. At last feeling sufficiently calm, and having summoned every fiber of courage she could find within herself, Lady Valarya Drethen turned from the moonlit window, and set off through the silent, dark hallways and headed for the library, her dress lightly dragging across the carpeted floor.

Two of the household guard stood directly outside the doors to the library. Valarya keenly eyed them, and they promptly straightened their posture as she approached. She stopped again, requiring another moment to collect herself and ease her swelling anxiety.

"They are ready for you, Lady Drethen," spoke the guard to Valarya's left. The Dunmer took a single step forward, stopping yet again as she glanced at each guard.

"Nobody. Enters. This room," she commanded, her voice firm and stern. "Anybody approaches these doors, you send them away. If they refuse to leave, you kill them. Am I understood?" Both guards nodded their heads on cue.

"Loud and clear, my lady," the guard to her right answered. A brief silence passed. "If you are ready." Valarya gave a silent nod of her head. The two guards pushed open the doors for her, and she stepped inside without delay. The doors clicked shut behind her.

The grand library was unarguably the largest room in the entirety of Drethen Manor. Located in the western wing of the mansion on the very top floor, the Drethens' library easily rivaled any of the other great and famed libraries across Tamriel. Consisting of three entire floors, the grand library boasted rows upon rows of bookcases, so numerous that one might swear they were in a maze. There was not a single empty space to be found on any of the shelves. Within this room could be found every book, concerning just about every conceivable subject, written by pretty well every notable author that had ever lived.

It was a surprise to no one that this was Valarya's personal favorite room, and where she preferred to do most of her work during the day. In addition to a near endless trove of knowledge, within the library could be found several cozy reading areas, lounges, and connected balconies on each floor. Lady Drethen strode briskly through the forest of books, taking cursory glances at the numerous paintings, portraits and tapestries adorning the walls as she passed the main sitting area. A massive stone hearth rested at the end of the room, directly above which could be seen a magnificent painted mural that depicted one of the most defining moments in Morrowind's history: the great Battle of Red Mountain, and the subsequent curse of the Chimer race.

Climbing the spiral staircase, Valarya came to the second floor of the library. This floor was quite akin to the first, with books as far as the eye could see. She continued right on up, however, her nerves beginning to flare again as she reached the third floor.

Hurrying past more bookcases, Valarya at last came to the long rectangular table directly in the center of the room, where her esteemed guests awaited her.

Hit with another flash of nerves, Valarya took a single deep breath. With all the confidence and grace she could muster, Lady Drethen made her way to the table. Here goes nothing.

Valarya's guests respectfully rose from their seats when they saw her approach. Giving each of them a glance of acknowledgement, Valarya took her seat at the head of the table, her guests reseating themselves immediately thereafter.

This is it, Valarya thought. Sitting at this table, gathered before her now in her grand library, were the most powerful men in all of Morrowind. Valarya gazed at each of them long and carefully, and they at her. Silence creeped through the air as she met their scrutinizing eyes. It was taking every effort to keep herself composed and collected, but Valarya quickly reminded herself of who she was, and what this was all for. Her nerves calm again, she cleared her throat, taking a breath before addressing her guests.

"Gentlemen," Valarya Drethen began, her voice calm, but also firm and secure. "I would like to thank you all for being here tonight." Her eyes did another passing sweep of each of her guests.

Sitting to Valarya's left was Bolvyn Venim, Archmaster of House Redoran. He was garbed in a dark crimson tunic bearing the sigil and markings of his House. The stern-faced Dunmer lightly sipped at his wine, nursing his goblet as if he were afraid he would somehow lose it. Valarya could have counted on one hand the people in Morrowind who genuinely, sincerely made her nervous and uneasy, and the Redoran leader was one of them. Lady Drethen knew all too well the cold, stubborn, and ruthless personality of Lord Venim, and the way he was looking at her, seemingly dissecting her down to her very soul, did little to alleviate this.

Further on down the table, sitting to Bolvyn's left, was Master Gothren, Lord of Tel Aruhn, and Archmagister of House Telvanni. Dressed in exquisite navy-blue robes, no doubt enchanted, Gothren's facial expression appeared somewhat aloof, his eyes darting in seemingly every which direction. The master wizard lightly drummed his fingers on the table, which normally would have irritated Valarya to absolutely no end, but she of course let it slide in this instance.

To Valarya's right, and across from Bolvyn, sat Resandis Indoril, Grandmaster of House Indoril, her own birth House. Valarya and her family had always held extremely close relations to the Indoril leader. Indeed, not counting her parents, Lord Resandis had been the first to hold her as she first came into the world. For Valarya's entire life, Resandis Indoril had been the Grandmaster, and it was none other than he who bestowed upon her the honor of serving as a representative of their House on the Grand Council. His presence brought Valarya no small amount of comfort in this moment.

Sitting to the right of Resandis Indoril and across from Gothren, was Tholer Saryoni, Archcanon of the Tribunal Temple, and Chancellor of Vivec. As not only the head of the Temple, but also the mortal representative of Lord Vivec himself, Tholer Saryoni wielded immense power and authority across the country, and Lady Drethen knew that acquiring his support was crucial to her plans. The man wasn't dressed particularly extravagantly, clad only in the customary robes of the Temple that most of the ordinary priests also wore.

Sitting directly opposite Valarya at the other end of the table, was Orvas Dren. While not officially the head of House Hlaalu just yet, he was no less a critical component of this entire scheme. Indeed, Orvas already wielded significant political influence over House Hlaalu indirectly, behind the scenes, and carried many councilors in his pocket. Even this being the case, however, his brother, Vedam Dren, was still leader of the Hlaalu as well as the ruler of Vvardenfell. The first step of this entire grand plan was the elder Dren's assassination. Once inheriting his brother's titles, Orvas would have the means to weaken the Empire substantially by withdrawing the support they currently enjoyed from House Hlaalu and striking from within.

And last, but certainly not least, sitting right next to Orvas, was none other than her own husband, Lord Alarys Drethen, recently made Grandmaster of House Dres. Lord Drethen was garbed in a robe of exquisite velvet that was colored black and grey, the Dres sigil emblazoned along the front. As was customary for the attire of many Dres nobles, patches of Argonian hide were sewn into the shoulders of Alarys's robe, as well as the neckline. The Drethens briefly caught one another's gaze that moment, Alarys giving his wife a look of silent encouragement, and Valarya smiled at him.

Looking over her gathered guests once more, Valarya Drethen cleared her throat again.

"I know most of you have traveled here from Vvardenfell," she continued, "and I cannot put into words my appreciation to all of you for answering my call for this meeting." Another momentary silence hung in the air, and all eyes were on Valarya.

"Before we begin, however," Lady Drethen spoke again, "I would like to take this moment to formally congratulate my beloved husband, on his recent appointment as the new Grandmaster of House Dres. May he serve for many years." Her guests shifted their eyes to Lord Alarys, a brief round of applause going around the table. Orvas Dren gave him a friendly pat on the back. Valarya gave her husband a wink, and Alarys couldn't help but smile at her.

"And now, to the business at hand," stated Valarya as she then leaned forward, folding her hands on the table. "The reason I have summoned all of you here is-"

"Wait!" Bolvyn Venim abruptly blurted out, rudely cutting off Valarya. "I have held my tongue thus far, but can do so no longer. I demand you explain what in Oblivion he's doing here." The Redoran Archmaster pointed a finger at Orvas Dren, his voice dripping with scorn.

Valarya shifted back in her seat. Not even going to let me get out one sentence, Bolvyn?

"Is there a problem, my lord Bolvyn?" Orvas asked, with a tone of voice clearly meant to mock.

"Don't you dare play coy with me, Orvas," Bolvyn snarled. "Unless I've had my facts wrong all these years, your brother, Vedam, is Grandmaster of House Hlaalu, not you. It should be he sitting in your seat, you n'wah." Orvas Dren merely laughed at Lord Venim's words.

"Vedam is Grandmaster in name only," Orvas retorted, sneering at Bolvyn, "and I assure you, my lord, his days are quite numbered."

"You're a thug, Orvas," barked Bolvyn. That remark only seemed to amuse the Camonna Tong kingpin further.

"And this thug is soon going to be Duke of Vvardenfell," he shot back, smiling. "It would be wise for you to start getting on my good side, dear Bolvyn. If my presence truly offends you so, my lord, you are always welcome to leave."

"Orvas!" Valarya shouted, glaring at him across the table. I need him, you damn fool. Lady Drethen couldn't believe this conversation had spiraled out of her control so quickly. If this meeting was to go anywhere, Valarya knew she had to set things back on course, and quickly. She put her face in her hand in frustration.

"Enough, both of you," Tholer Saryoni demanded with a stern voice. "We are guests in Lord and Lady Drethen's home. You will not disrespect them by bickering like children." Bolvyn and Orvas looked to the Archcanon briefly, and then to Valarya. When silence took over again, she knew this was her chance to reassert control.

"Orvas is here at my behest, Archmaster," Valarya stated, their gazes meeting. "That should be reason enough for you." Valarya stood from her seat then, moving to where Bolvyn sat. She leaned in towards the man, her eyes suddenly narrowing into an angry glower.

"And unless you want my guards posted outside this library to beat you to a bloody pulp, Lord Bolvyn," she hissed, "I would strongly suggest you refrain from interrupting me again." Valarya Drethen caught what she was sure was the faintest hint of fear in Bolvyn Venim's eyes, even if only for a fraction of a second. The stoic head of House Redoran swallowed nervously, recoiling back in his seat.

"My apologies, my lady," he offered, nodding respectfully. "It will not happen again." Valarya snatched his goblet right from his hands and took a brief sip of his wine. She slammed the cup on the table before taking her seat again.

"Look at us," she spoke then after a tense silence, her exasperation evident. "How in Oblivion has this great country managed to last for so long, when its ruling figures cannot even be in the same room together without ripping each other's throats out?" None of the men seated at the table uttered a single word to Valarya's query. She stared at each of them with an almost scolding gaze.

"Four hundred years ago," Valarya began, "Tiber Septim and his legions marched on our borders. They invaded our lands, razed our cities, including Mournhold, put down whatever resistances that dared to stand against them, and at the end of it all, forced the entirety of Resdayn to submit to Emperor Septim's rule." She paused momentarily. "And do you know why that was allowed to happen?" All eyes were fixed on Lady Drethen.

"It was because of bickering, just like this," she stated, her eyes narrowed. "Tiber Septim was a smart man. He saw our political weakness, and he exploited it in absolute full. And sure enough, when he and his armies invaded Morrowind, the Great Houses could not even agree on how to defend against him. Seeing the gravity of our hopeless situation, His Holiness Lord Vivec agreed to sign a treaty with Septim. And on that day, Morrowind was officially made a province of the Empire. And since that day, over the course of the centuries, the Imperials have slowly whittled away at our rights, our laws, traditions, and customs." The gathered leaders of Morrowind exchanged awkward, tense glances at Lady Drethen's words, but still they remained silent.

"This is not the land Indoril Nerevar envisioned," stated Valarya. "This is not the land he died fighting for. He would never have allowed his people to be subjugated by a human Empire."

"We are Dunmer!" Valarya slammed an angry fist on the table, startling the others. She took a second to compose herself. "We are Veloth's chosen. We were never meant to be ruled over by anyone, least of all pathetic humans. And yet, because of our constant squabbles, petty feuds and trivial disputes, that is exactly what happened." Valarya looked at the faces of the men gathered around her, their expressions solemn and uncomfortable. Valarya knew she had spoken harsh words, but everyone in this room knew that each and every word was truth.

"Our indecisiveness and stubbornness was a mistake, one that cost the Dunmer people dearly," said Valarya, her voice softened. A grin crossed her face, and she leaned forward in her seat. "But we have the chance to correct that mistake, my lords. After hundreds of years of being subservient vassals to the Septim Empire, we at last have the means to challenge their rule, and reclaim Morrowind from their grip."

Valarya looked at each of the Dunmer sitting at this table. Though they still said nothing, their faces told her all too clearly they were intrigued.

"You speak of declaring a war for independence on the Empire?" asked Resandis Indoril, the elderly Dunmer looking at Valarya.

"That is exactly what I speak of, Resandis," she replied to the man she had considered family her entire life.

"And just what makes you think that we stand a fighting chance against the Imperials, Valarya?" Resandis inquired. Everybody in this room knew that few people despised the Empire as much as the Indoril Grandmaster. Valarya smiled.

"The other day, I was given the pleasure of speaking with Vicentus Antorius, here at the manor," answered Lady Drethen. "Through our conversation, he made it known to me that the Imperial Legion has been struggling financially for quite some time. To put it simply, the Legion has been unable to pay for the bare essentials as of late, including the wages of its very own soldiers. And I am sure nobody in here needs to be told that unpaid soldiers will inevitably desert their station."

"That certainly creates a nice advantage for us," said Lord Indoril.

"Gentlemen," Valarya began, eyeing each of her guests. "We have been given a rare, prime opportunity to strike against the Empire that saw fit to invade this country and claim lordship over our people. The Imperials are weak, vulnerable, their power drains by the day. I have called you all here tonight, my lords, because I wish for us to cast aside our differences at long last, and join our forces together against the Empire. With the five Great Houses united, working together as one, I know we will have the strength to cast the Empire out of Morrowind forever, and oust their puppet king, Hlaalu Helseth." Valarya heard a chuckle just then, and she looked over to see that it was coming from Master Gothren.

"Do I amuse you, Lord Gothren?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh no, my lady, that was rather a fine speech," replied the Telvanni Archmagister, snickering. It wasn't until now that Valarya realized he had been completely silent thus far. "I was merely wondering how long it would take for your self-interest to shine through."

Valarya couldn't help but smile, mildly amused. "You think I have self-interest in this?"

"Come now, Valarya. You don't take me for a fool, do you?" Gothren chuckled. Valarya merely watched him silently. "Bringing the Great Houses together to form your own personal army, with which you plan to stage a rebellion against the king, as well as the Empire that backs him. A bold plan, if grossly audacious." Valarya and the head of House Telvanni engaged in an intense stare for several moments.

"I fail to see how fighting to reclaim this land for the Dunmer people could ever be considered a rebellion, Gothren," Lady Drethen remarked, their gazes still locked.

"Call it whatever you wish, Valarya. I see your true ambition," Gothren retorted. "With Helseth and the Empire out of the way, there will be nothing to stop you from seizing the throne for yourself. You may fool the others here with your talks of patriotism, Lady Drethen, but not me. And if you try and deny it, I will take it as an insult."

Valarya shut her eyes, taking a long, exasperated breath. She did not appreciate being called out so brusquely by Master Gothren. The gazes of her gathered guests were piercing into her again, and she found herself scrambling within her mind to find the right words. Valarya could feel tiny beads of sweat pooling at her head. She glanced across the table at Alarys for comfort, and her husband's silent look of encouragement and support was all she needed to get herself together.

"I will not lie to you, gentlemen, my own ambitions are a large part of what drove me to call for this gathering," Valarya confessed. She knew if she was to gain their support, hiding the truth would do her no good. "But I am hardly the first Dunmer in history that has schemed to advance their own station, and I somehow doubt I will be the last."

"My own desires do not diminish my love for Morrowind, however," she continued, "or my love for the Dunmer people. Seeing what the Empire has done to this land over the past four centuries has boiled my blood beyond what I could ever describe. The Empire is a pestilent disease that must be removed, and we have the means to do just that, my lords. But in order for that to happen, we must cease the infighting amongst ourselves, and band together against the true enemy."

"If we the Dunmer are to entertain any hope of casting the Empire out of this country, and keeping them out thereafter, the five Great Houses must work together, and unite under one leader, one ruler, just as they did under Lord Nerevar." Valarya's stern gaze swept over each of the men seated at the table. She slowly stood from her seat, taking a deep breath.

Alright, Valarya, time to lay all your cards on the table. It's all or nothing now.

"Lord Gothren speaks the truth," Valarya stated. "With your support, my lords, I would see the Empire overthrown, and King Hlaalu Helseth deposed." She paused again briefly, glancing at each of her guests again.

"And once that is accomplished, it is my intent to claim the throne of Mournhold, and rule as Morrowind's next sovereign."

Valarya Drethen's heart raced faster than a hundred horses upon her declaration. Dead silence fell over the room. Fraught and nervous once more, she cast an anxious glance to the men sitting before her. The extended silence was almost cause to drive the woman mad. She would have honestly preferred it had everyone simply laughed in her face as soon as the words left her mouth. Even that would have been better than this lingering stillness. Valarya cleared her throat, folding her hands behind her back.

"I fully understand your hesitation, my lords," Valarya stated after she calmed herself down. "I am aware this is no small feat that I ask. Perhaps some of you even fear for your own power. I wish to assure you now, my lords, that if I come to the throne, the Great Houses will continue to rule their respective territories with complete authority. You will retain all your positions, all your lands, all political influence, and all rights to govern as you see fit." That seemed to grab their attention, and their eyes were once again on her.

"All I would ask from you, my lords, is your complete, unyielding loyalty," said Valarya. "I would ask that you swear to me an oath of fealty, and that you provide me with your armies should the need to call upon them arise."

"I know I cannot force any of you to join with me," Valarya continued. "And if any, or all of you refuse my request, I will fully respect your decision. But know, my lords, if you help me in my plans…if you help me take the throne, I promise you, I will formally banish the Empire permanently, I will annul the Armistice before having it burned, and, most of all, I will reestablish Morrowind as a free, independent sovereignty. From there, I will work to undo everything the Imperial dogs have done to this country, and usher forth a new age for the Dunmer people."

"So what say you, my lords?" Lady Drethen asked, narrowing her eyes as she glanced at her guests. "Will you stand with me? Will you help me take the throne? Will you help me reclaim this great country from the hands of the Imperials? And, lastly…will you accept me as your queen?" The library was quiet again, and Valarya Drethen waited with bated breath at whatever was to come next.

Orvas Dren stood from his seat.

"I am not a lord, like the rest of you," the man spoke. "I am not the head of a Great House. At least, not yet, and I know most of you probably hold my opinions in little regard. But I doubt any of you at this table will argue with me when I say that the Empire is a wound upon Morrowind that has been allowed to fester for far too long. We have been given a chance to break free from the accursed Imperials at long last, a chance we may never receive again. And I, for one, am not going to pass that up."

"My lady," he said, "I'm afraid I can offer you very little as of right now. But it will not be long before I gain control of House Hlaalu, as well as Vvardenfell. And when I do, you can count on my full support. It will be my honor, Valarya, to aid you in your insurrection against the Empire. And when you come to your throne, my lady, I swear I will serve you faithfully as your Duke of Vvardenfell." Valarya gave the man a subtle, but appreciative smile. Orvas grabbed his goblet then, raising it to Valarya.

"House Hlaalu stands with you, Lady Drethen."

"Thank you, Orvas," she said, nodding her head. Orvas promptly sat back down. Valarya looked to the others gathered at the table, wondering who would be the next to speak.

"Valarya," spoke Resandis Indoril then, standing from his seat. He gently took her right hand, cupping it within his own hands. Valarya smiled warmly at the old Dunmer.

"I have known you since the very first second you came into this world," said the lord of her birth House. "I have always looked to you as my own daughter, Valarya, and it has given me immense pride to watch you grow through the years into the remarkable, talented woman you are today. For countless years, you have served House Indoril to an extent far beyond what I could ever imagine."

"I do not know how much longer I will lead this House," Resandis continued. "But what I do know, Valarya, is that it has always been my intent to name you as my successor, for you to lead House Indoril when I am gone." Valarya swore she could feel a tear coming on.

"You honor me, Resandis," she said.

"But, being here tonight, I realize now that even my position is not worthy of you," stated the old Dunmer. "You deserve so much more than to merely lead a Great House, Valarya. You deserve to lead all of Morrowind. Your goal to retake this country from the wretched Empire is a just one, and I pledge this night to do everything in my power to make that a reality." Valarya couldn't suppress the single sob that escaped her.

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

"Believe me when I say nothing will bring me greater joy in this world than to see you sit upon the throne in Mournhold, Valarya," said Resandis. "And nothing will bring me greater joy than to address you as 'my Queen'." Resandis Indoril kissed Valarya's hand, followed by both her cheeks.

"House Indoril stands with you, Valarya." The man retook his seat then. Feeling mildly emotional, Valarya had to take a moment to get herself back in order.

This isn't over yet. Keep it together, Valarya.

"How touching," spoke Archmagister Gothren, the venom in his voice all too apparent. Valarya nervously shifted her eyes to the mage lord. She knew beyond all doubts that the leader of House Telvanni was going to be a tough sell.

"I would hear your thoughts on this, Gothren," said Valarya, and all eyes focused on the master wizard.

Lord Gothren cleared his throat.

"Believe it or not, I do respect you, Valarya," he stated, his voice probably as kind as he would ever allow. "You studied with House Telvanni for many years, and Master Divayth Fyr has told me more than once that you were one of his most gifted students when you were apprenticed to him. I do not deny that your magic abilities are equal to many of my councilors. Hell, perhaps you could even best me in a magic duel, who knows."

Valarya's eyes remained anxiously fixed on the Archmagister. While his comments flattered her, she knew better than to get her hopes up with Gothren.

"All that being said, my lady…" he began.

Here we go, thought Valarya.

"I am afraid I have no intention of pledging House Telvanni to your cause."

Valarya prepared for this, and yet it still stung. She winced internally, but bore Gothren's words with grace.

"Is there nothing that would change your mind, my lord Gothren?" Valarya inquired. Gothren let out a sigh.

"I hold little doubt that you would make a capable queen, my lady," he answered. "But, as you well know, we the Telvanni do not involve ourselves in Morrowind's tiring political machinations. We have always kept to ourselves. The members of my House simply wish to be left alone to pursue greater knowledge and wisdom, to further our own ambitions. As it is currently, my lady, we can do that just fine. I see no reason to involve myself, or my House, in what is a clear power grab for you and your husband." Valarya couldn't help but chuckle.

"I must say, Gothren, you're the last person in Morrowind I would expect to chastise me for 'power grabbing', as you put it."

"Oh I'm not criticizing you, Valarya," Gothren replied. "The strong are meant to rule the weak, that is simply the way of the world. If you carry through with this plan, I will hold every hope for your success. But as for me, my answer is final, and I am sorry if this displeases you."

Valarya shut her eyes, giving a frustrated sigh. She was finding it hard to maintain her composure. Lady Drethen had known Gothren for many years, well enough to know that trying to appeal to his sense of goodwill, or playing up her own virtues was an exercise in futility. Paranoid, narcissistic, and self-centered was Lord Gothren. If there remained any shred of hope of winning the Archmagister over, Valarya knew she was going to have to play to that.

I'm not giving up on you that easily, Gothren. House Telvanni commands some of the most powerful mages in Tamriel, not to mention a sizeable navy. I'll go to the ends of Oblivion to have them on my side.

Then it hit her, and she smiled.

"Master Gothren," she began, eyeing him confidently. "If I do become Morrowind's next ruler, one of my first and foremost goals will be the complete removal of any remaining influence of the Empire in this country. Part of this effort will be the dismantling of all Imperial-sanctioned guilds and organizations in Morrowind. And the first of these on my list, Gothren, will be your longtime rivals, the Mages Guild." Gothren paused just as he was about to drink his wine. He looked at Valarya, his mouth still hanging open.

Got you.

"Are you…are you telling me that you…?"

"Yes, Gothren," she answered, her smile widening. "As queen, one of my first decrees will be the expulsion, and outlawing of the Mages Guild in Morrowind." The Archmagister looked more enticed with every word she spoke, even if he was trying to hide it.

He's bitten the hook. Now reel him in.

"Upon this decree, all of their guild halls across the land will be seized in the name of the Crown," stated Valarya, "and all of their research, artifacts, treasures, resources, and whatever other valuable assets they may have, will be confiscated." Gothren remained silent, his eyes not leaving Valarya's.

"But if you support me, Gothren, and swear your loyalty to me, everything that is seized from the Mages Guild, I promise I will turn over to you," asserted Valarya. "In addition, House Telvanni will be made the sole legal provider of all arcane-related services in Morrowind, as it should always have been." Gothren did take a drink of his wine then, and Valarya could see he was actually pondering this. Surely a good sign.

"I pray this isn't a joke, Lady Drethen," said Gothren, setting down his wine.

"Do I look like I'm joking, Gothren?" she posed. "I hold House Telvanni very close to my heart, Archmagister. I would not be the accomplished sorceress I am today were it not for the tutelage of your House. I promise you, Gothren, House Telvanni can look forward to a bright, prosperous future under my reign. Everything that I promised you, you shall have, and so much more."

"All I ask of you in return, my lord, is the support of your armies, and your fealty when I am made Queen of Morrowind." The Archmagister took another chug of wine. The fingers of his other hand began drumming on the table again. Valarya's heart could have burst from her chest as she awaited Gothren's answer. Sweat was literally beginning to drip from her brow.

"What say you, Gothren?"

Archmagister Gothren looked at her, a subtle smirk crossing his face. "I do not deny that I have wanted a piece of the Mages Guild for a very long time. You truly promise everything you say?" Valarya nodded her head.

"Every word."

"Then in light of this, my lady, you hereby have my support, and my loyalty," stated Gothren, standing from his seat then. He grabbed his goblet, raising it to Valarya.

"House Telvanni stands with you, Lady Drethen."

"Thank you, Gothren," she said, with a wide smile. The wave of relief she felt then could have knocked her right off her feet.

That relief did not last, however. Taking a deep, nervous breath, Valarya cast her gaze to Lord Bolvyn.

"Archmaster Venim, I would hear from you next." Out of everyone gathered in this room, the lord of House Redoran by far caused her the most anxiety. While Valarya may have just barely been able to sway Gothren to her side with what was barely a step above a bribe, she knew such a tactic would never work on Bolvyn Venim. The Redoran Archmaster valued strength, honor, and military prowess above all, and it was no secret that his House commanded by far the largest, and most well-trained army in Morrowind. The prowess of the Redoran warriors was borderline legendary, and having them on her side would be invaluable to her cause, Valarya knew.

Bolvyn met her gaze then, and cleared his throat.

"I sincerely hope, my lady," began the Archmaster, "that you do not expect me to simply throw in with you, just because you have managed to garner the support of two Houses, and a worthless criminal." Valarya caught the glare that Orvas Dren shot Lord Venim just then, but thankfully he held his tongue.

"That is the last thing I would expect of you, my lord," Valarya responded amiably. She maintained firm eye contact with him.

"I answered your call to this gathering, Lady Drethen," said Bolvyn, "because I respect your status as a representative on the Grand Council, and I cannot deny the esteem you hold within Morrowind's nobility."

"But you are asking me to put at stake not only my own personal honor," he continued, "but also the honor of my entire House by abetting in treason. I commend your skills as a diplomat, Valarya, but as far as this whole idea of you as our queen goes, I am afraid I hold several major concerns that currently prevent me from pledging House Redoran to you."

"I would hear those concerns, Lord Venim," said Valarya, not breaking her gaze from him. Bolvyn met her stare, and was silent for a moment.

"If that is your wish," conceded the Archmaster. "Firstly, I will start off with the obvious." Valarya felt her chest tightening suddenly.

"Despite your admirable political shrewdness, my lady," said Bolvyn.

Don't say what I think you're gonna say, thought Valarya. Don't say what I think you're gonna say.

"You are, above all else, still a woman."

Aaaaand there it is. Before Valarya could interject, Bolvyn continued.

"A woman who, despite her noblest attempts to hide it, is clearly with child." Lady Drethen couldn't help but sneer in amusement at the man.

"You believe my pregnancy makes me unfit to be queen, Archmaster?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I never said that, my lady," Bolvyn replied. "But the fact remains, when that child is born, it will require-"

"She," Valarya interrupted, shooting Bolvyn a glare. The man gave her an apologetic nod.

"My mistake," he relented before continuing. "When your child is born, she will require much of your time and attention. And quite frankly, my lady, I find myself doubting your ability to effectively rule and administrate an entire country with a squalling baby at your tits."

Alarys Drethen slammed his hand on the table.

"You have disrespected my wife for the last time, Bolvyn," said Alarys, glowering at the man. "Do so once more, Archmaster, and you and I will cross blades."

"Alarys, enough," Valarya commanded, giving him a stern look. Her husband returned her gaze, his anger still burning in his eyes. Lord Drethen calmed himself after a moment, however, and he gave his wife what she knew was a look of understanding.

You cannot defend me, my love. Not this time. Valarya composed herself again. She reverted her attention to Bolvyn.

"I understand your concern, Bolvyn," she said then, remaining cordial and graceful.

"That is not my only concern, Valarya," stated the Archmaster.

"Do speak your mind, my lord," she urged. Bolvyn shifted in his seat and took a drink from his cup before speaking.

"It is no secret, my lady, that your son, Serys, currently serves in the Imperial Legion," said Lord Venim. "If you are indeed set on declaring war against the Empire, then I am sure you are well aware that he is going to be on the opposing side."

Valarya's heart sank, and she was unable to suppress a pained gasp. All this meticulous planning, and not once had that thought even crossed her mind.

"During the course of all this, my lady," continued Bolvyn, "it is possible that a very, very difficult decision may be thrust upon you. And my question to you, Lady Drethen, is will you be able to make that decision, if required? If you truly do love Morrowind, as you so claim, will you be able to place that before your love for your own son?"

Valarya Drethen could have broken down into tears right there and then. She shut her eyes, letting out several shuddered breaths. She looked to her husband again, trying to find even a tiny sliver of comfort in his eyes.

"I pray that it does not come to that, my lord," answered Valarya, her voice still shaking mildly. "I love my son dearly, with all my heart, as every good mother should. But everyone in this world chooses their path in life, and everyone faces the consequences of the choices they make. Serys chose his path years ago, and so too shall he face whatever consequences lie in wait for him. That is all I will say of the matter, Archmaster."

Bolvyn Venim grimaced, visibly unimpressed with her answer. The Redoran Archmaster refilled his cup of wine and took a long sip. A tense silence hung in the air. Never in her life had Lady Drethen felt so flustered. She placed a hand on her stomach as she tried to find solace with the child growing inside her.

You're losing him, Valarya thought to herself, panicking. Damn it, Valarya, you're better than this.

"Have you ever led soldiers into battle before, my lady?" inquired Bolvyn. "Have you ever commanded a battlefield? Have you ever marched at the front of a legion of warriors, all the while possessing the full knowledge that every one of them that died would be doing so on your orders? Knowing that every drop of their blood spilled would be on your hands?" Lord Venim's burning stare pierced right into Valarya like daggers.

She shook her head glumly. "No, Archmaster."

"You speak of war as if you know it," remarked Bolvyn. "You treat war as if it were some game. If you truly mean to go through with this insurrection against the Empire and usurp the throne of Morrowind, then thousands are going to die making that happen. That is what so many of the nobility fail to understand. While they busy themselves scheming their way to power, it is the blood of ordinary soldiers that is spilled in the process."

"Tell me, Valarya, why should I command my soldiers to spill their blood for you?" asked Bolvyn. "Why should I ask the famed warriors of Great House Redoran to die for the sake of furthering your own ambitions?"

"For the same reason they died four hundred years ago, defending this land against Tiber Septim and his armies," Valarya retorted with a raised voice. "Because Morrowind does not deserve to be ruled by a human Empire. Because Morrowind deserves to be a free kingdom, and its people free to choose their own destiny." Archmaster Venim looked at her silently.

"When Emperor Septim invaded Morrowind, it was House Redoran who led the resistance against him," Valarya stated. "While the other Houses squabbled and argued amongst themselves, it was Redoran who bravely stood against the Empire, who valiantly fought for Morrowind's freedom. Despite their best efforts, Morrowind was still conquered, but the heroic sacrifice of House Redoran was never forgotten." The Archmaster's gaze was still stern, but his expression seemed to soften just slightly.

"What I give to you, Archmaster," said Valarya, "is the chance to honor that sacrifice, the chance to avenge the life of every Redoran warrior that was lost defending this country. Thousands from your House gave their lives fighting the Empire, and I wish to ensure that those lives were not given in vain."

"Join with me, Lord Bolvyn," urged Valarya. "Join with me, not for my sake, not for my own desires, but for the chance to bring honor and glory to House Redoran. For the chance to exact vengeance upon the Empire that slew so many of your warriors, and reclaim Morrowind's freedom." There was a brief pause. Valarya clutched the pendant around her neck nervously, subtly opening and closing her fingers several times. She narrowed her eyes at the Archmaster.

"What say you, Bolvyn?"

Roughly a minute of complete silence passed, and Valarya was even more anxious now than she was with Lord Gothren. Bolvyn Venim was deep in thought, as Valarya could see. But whatever his decision was going to be, Lady Drethen hated every second she had to wait for it.

"I have made my decision, my lady," spoke the Archmaster finally. Valarya braced herself for whatever was to come next. She nodded her head, urging him to continue.

"I'm going to be straight with you, Valarya," he said. "If the choice of Morrowind's next ruler fell solely to me, I'm afraid you would be far from my first choice. You lack many of the qualities I consider ideal in a ruler, and I still hold all of my aforementioned concerns."

"However," Bolvyn continued, "I will not deny that you are skilled with words, Lady Drethen, and what you said to me earlier admittedly has moved me. Our loss against Tiber Septim was a dark day for House Redoran, and I would not only be bringing dishonor to my House by failing to avenge that loss, but I would be failing in my duties as Archmaster."

A flame of hope ignited inside Valarya, and her eyes widened then.

"In spite of your shortcomings, my lady, I think you may just make for a better ruler than King Helseth," said Bolvyn. "Your spirit is strong, and you respect the ancient traditions that have governed the Dunmer for generations. If this truly is the greatest chance we have to defeat the Empire, and restore honor to my House, then I would be a great fool to pass that up." The Dunmer stood from his seat then.

"And it is for these reasons that I, Bolvyn Venim, Lord of Ald'ruhn, and Archmaster of Great House Redoran, do hereby support your claim to the throne of Morrowind, my lady." The Dunmer raised his cup to Valarya, and in that moment, she could have cried.

"House Redoran stands with you, Valarya."

Valarya gave the man a heartfelt smile. "Thank you, Bolvyn. You will not regret this."

"Have another drink, my lady," said Bolvyn, offering Valarya his cup. "You look like you could use it." Valarya nodded her thanks to Bolvyn, and proceeded to take a generous swig of his wine.

It took a good several moments for Valarya to get herself together again. Her insides swirled with pure elation, and she found herself reveling in astonishment at what she had accomplished. Dealing with Archmaster Venim had turned out to be even more unpleasant and difficult than Valarya had anticipated, and even now his terribly harsh words to her still echoed inside her mind. But Lady Drethen maintained her grace, her composure, and her dignity, just as she would have to were she to rule as Morrowind's queen. And in the end, she secured the allegiance of Archmaster Bolvyn Venim. The legendary warriors of House Redoran were now on her side. They would fight for her.

Valarya Drethen glanced across the table, at none other than her husband. The others at the table followed her lead, and all eyes were now on Lord Drethen. Alarys met his wife's gaze.

"And what of you, my dear husband?" asked Valarya, eyeing him intently. "Do I have the backing of House Dres?" As if she even needed to ask.

Lord Alarys Drethen rose from his seat, his gaze not breaking away from his wife as he walked over to her. Alarys ran a hand through his wife's braided hair, while with the other, he lightly brushed her cheek. A faint smile crossed the Dres Grandmaster's face, which Valarya returned.

"From the moment I first laid my eyes on you, I knew you would be my wife," Alarys spoke. "I knew you would be the one I would share my life with. From the day you and I were wed, Valarya, we have been more than husband and wife. We have been a team, and every challenge and hardship that has befallen us, we have faced together as a team. We've been to Oblivion and back, my love, and every time we have emerged stronger than before. All these years, Valarya, you have stood by me. And now, my love, it is time for me to return the favor." The Drethens shared a kiss, and Valarya found herself unable to hold back the joyful tears that had begun flooding her eyes.

"You deserve to sit that throne, Valarya," said Alarys. "Your reign shall be the dawn of a golden age for Morrowind, one not seen since Nerevar himself. I swear to you, my love, I will do every last thing within my power to bring you to your throne. And from the moment that crown is placed upon your brow, and every day thereafter, it will be my great honor to be your consort, and to serve you in whatever way you would have me." Alarys kissed his wife again, and she smiled warmly as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"House Dres stands with you, my beloved wife," said Alarys. "House Dres stands with Morrowind's new queen."

Valarya merely stood there in astonished silence, hardly able to believe what she had accomplished.

They support me, she thought to herself as a wave of joy and relief swelled through every inch of her. If someone had have told Valarya years ago that she would be vying for the throne of Morrowind itself, with the backing of all the Great Houses, no less, she almost certainly would have never believed them. And yet here she was now, having done that very thing.

Valarya Drethen was not finished, though. There was still one man at this table who's support she needed to earn.

"Archcanon Saryoni. I hope you have not grown too bored," Valarya quipped, shifting her gaze to the head of the Tribunal Temple.

"When I received your request for my presence at your home," spoke Tholer Saryoni, "I found myself quite curious as to what this was all about. I must say, I would never have expected to witness for myself what you have just done. I daresay you have perhaps made history itself this night, Lady Drethen, and I commend you for this accomplishment."

"Thank you, Your Holiness," Valarya replied gratefully.

"And just what exactly is it you would ask of me, my lady?" inquired the Archcanon. "Do you also seek my support for your plans to take Morrowind's throne?" Valarya took a moment to formulate her response.

"Esteemed Archcanon," Lady Drethen respectfully addressed. "I have successfully acquired the backing of the five Great Houses, as you have just seen for yourself. However, if my claim to the throne of Morrowind is to be viewed as legitimate in the eyes of its denizens, then I know that I must acquire the blessing of the Temple." Tholer Saryoni eyed her keenly as she spoke.

"You wish for me to give formal recognition to your claim," Tholer stated.

"Yes, lord Archcanon," Valarya responded. "And also, if Your Holiness would be so generous, perhaps you would consider lending the Ordinators toward my efforts of overthrowing the Empire." A grimace swept over Tholer Saryoni's face, and he narrowed his eyes at Valarya.

"The Ordinators are not a mercenary band, Lady Drethen," the Archcanon sternly affirmed.

"No, of course not, my lord," Valarya cordially replied. "But the Ordinators are without doubt one of the deadliest fighting forces in Tamriel, all the same. Having them on my side would be a tremendous boon to my plans." There was a brief silence between the two of them.

"This is no small request to consider, my lady," said Tholer.

"I understand, Archcanon. Please, do take as much time as you need to think this over." The library was quiet again, and remained so for roughly a good minute or two as Tholer Saryoni mulled all of this over.

"You understand, Lady Drethen," Tholer began then, "that it is not commonplace for the Temple to involve itself in political affairs. As Archcanon, my primary responsibility is ensuring that the holy laws of the Temple are duly enforced, and that the will of the Tribunal is upheld throughout Morrowind. By granting you an official, Temple-sanctioned claim to the throne, I would also be declaring against King Helseth, and would be branding myself a traitor."

"You're only a traitor if I lose, Archcanon," Valarya stated. Tholer forced a grin at her remark.

"True enough," he answered. "My main concern right now, however, is regarding your devotion to the Tribunal Temple. Know that I am not necessarily opposed to you ruling Morrowind as our queen, Valarya. But the simple truth is, I have never known you to be a particularly pious woman. And as for that pendant you wear, while I certainly will not say I approve, I suppose there are worse Daedric Princes you could venerate."

Resandis Indoril spoke up then. "My lord Archcanon, I have known Valarya her entire life. It is true that she does carry unorthodox beliefs for a member of House Indoril, but I can personally vouch that she is no less true to the faith of Almsivi all the same." Resandis and Tholer exchanged glances, and Valarya gave her Grandmaster a brief smile.

"Tell me, Archcanon," she said. "Would you consider Hlaalu Helseth to be any more pious than me?" Tholer looked at her with mild curiosity.

"No, my lady. I wouldn't." Valarya smiled.

"You and I both know, lord Archcanon, that the fool Helseth is a mere tool of the Empire, that they use as a means of exerting their authority over this land," stated Valarya. "He cares not an ounce for the Temple, or its laws. The king has done nothing to suppress the ever rising Dissident Priests, and their false heresies that spread across Morrowind like wildfire. This so-called 'Nerevarine' hogwash has been allowed to exist for too long. As Morrowind's monarch, I will work closely with the Temple in cleansing this land of these lies, and rooting out the heretics who profess them."

"In addition," Valarya continued, "I will ban all forms of worship of the Nine Divines in Morrowind. The Empire's pathetic gods have no place with the Dunmer people. All shrines, chapels, and tithes that currently belong to the Imperial Cult will be seized, and given to the Temple. Their priests will be granted the option of leaving Morrowind, or converting to the faith of the Tribunal. Those that refuse to do either will be put to death."

Archcanon Saryoni did not speak for a good while, but Valarya could see he was giving her proclamations much thought.

"What say you, lord Archcanon?" she asked. Their gazes met. "Do I have the backing of the Temple?"

"I would be lying if I said I am not dissatisfied with King Helseth's rule," Tholer professed. "Besides his blatant negligence of his obligations to the Temple, the king is also an outlander, raised amongst Imperials, and therefore imbued with Imperial customs. He knows nothing of Morrowind, knows nothing of the Dunmer people, or their ways. While I still somewhat question your religious devotion, my lady, I cannot deny that your heart is with the Dunmer people. Though I am reticent to involve myself in this, so long as you swear to faithfully uphold the laws of the Tribunal, and work towards the betterment of this country, then I promise you will forever have the support of the Temple."

Valarya nodded her head. "I swear it, Archcanon," she declared firmly. "Upon my own children, I do swear it."

Tholer Saryoni stood from his seat, clearing his throat. "Then by my authority as Archcanon of the Tribunal Temple, and ever faithful servant of Our Exalted Lord Vivec, I do hereby formally recognize your claim to the throne of Morrowind, and bestow upon it my blessing, and the blessing of Almsivi."

"And when you ascend to your throne, my lady," said the Archcanon, "it will be my honor to personally place the crown upon your head at your coronation in Mournhold, and introduce you to the realm as Valarya Drethen, Lady High Councilor of the Grand Council, Duchess of Mournhold, and Queen of Morrowind."

Lady Drethen was beaming inside, but her expression remained neutral and professional.

"The honor will be mine, Esteemed Archcanon," she declared.

"And as for the Ordinators…" said Tholer, pausing then for several moments. "The Order of War currently numbers three thousand strong. Against my better judgement, my lady, I will lend them to your cause…but only if you agree to one condition." Valarya gave Tholer a curious look.

"What would you ask of me, lord Archcanon?"

"All I ask, my lady," said Tholer, "is that when it comes time for you and your forces to converge at Mournhold, that you not mount an assault upon the city."

"Mournhold is not only the capital of Morrowind," stated Tholer, "but it is also the city of our Exalted Lady Almalexia. I will not have you reducing her walls and buildings to rubble, or painting her streets with blood."

"And do you have a better idea, my lord?" Valarya inquired. Tholer Saryoni nodded his head.

"I will send an encoded message to the Patriarch of the Mournhold Temple," Tholer replied. "At my orders, when you reach Mournhold, the High Ordinators will subdue King Helseth's forces, as well as open the gates of the city to you. From there, your gathered army can take Mournhold in minutes, with minimal to no bloodshed."

"Do you agree to this, Lady Drethen?" asked Tholer, eyeing Valarya keenly. She didn't even need to think twice about this.

"Yes, Archcanon," she stated simply. Tholer gave a nod of his head.

"Then from this moment, and until you claim your throne, three thousand Ordinators now fight for you," declared Tholer Saryoni. "Do use them wisely, Lady Drethen."

And with that, Valarya Drethen had now acquired the backing she needed to overthrow the accursed Empire, and claim Morrowind's throne for herself thereafter. With the five Great Houses, as well as the Tribunal Temple now on her side, Valarya was beyond certain her goals were now within reach. She looked at each of her guests seated at the table, hardly able to believe she had actually been successful in obtaining all of their support.

"You honor me, all of you," Valarya announced, her voice strong, but humble as she addressed her guests. "I know I am asking the world from you all, but I swear to you now, I will not betray the trust each of you have placed in me. This night…you, the rulers of Morrowind, have chosen me to be your queen. I am beyond grateful that you have given me this chance, my lords. I only hope that I am able to prove myself worthy of the trust and support you have given me."

Resandis Indoril stood from his seat, gazing at Valarya, with pride beaming in his aged eyes.

"Hail Her Majesty, Valarya Drethen, Queen of Morrowind," proclaimed the head of Valarya's birth House as he raised his cup to her. The others at the table raised their cups soon after.

"Hail Her Majesty," came their voices in unison.

Her husband, still standing next to her, looked deep into her eyes, and she in his. Alarys gave his wife a passionate kiss, and Valarya felt a tear forming in her eye. Alarys smiled proudly at her, and repeated the words of their guests.

"Hail Her Majesty."