I sat on the rooftop, watching him. They thought I had gone for a walk. I never even left. I walked out the door, spun on my heel, and climbed the temple. Then I waited for him to come outside, like he always did, at exactly six.

What?

I sighed and lied there, content to do nothing but watch him stare at the sky... My black hair and attire blended in with the night.

I sighed again. Martin Septim. The name reminded me of a snake. Martin had all of the charm of a snake, but he lacked the poison.