The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim – Ulfric Stormcloak & Kayleigh Leanne – "Runaway With My Heart"
Location: Honorhall Orphanage, Riften
5th of Second Seed
12:35pm
"Those who shirk their duites will get an extra beating! Do I make myself clear?"
That spiteful sentence was the first thing Kayleigh Leanne heard the moment she stepped into Honorhall Orphanage. Immediately, she furrowed her eyebrows and was disgusted to hear that. When she peeped past a large doorway, she spotted six young children, three boys and three girls, standing at attention to the command of an elder woman, wearing a green and white belted tunic as well as a stern mask on her face. She was not a happy person. The children looked terrified to be in her presence. Behind the elder woman was a much younger brunette woman, maybe in her 20s.
"Yes, Grelod." Came some murmured replies from the children.
"And one more thing!" This time, Grelod the Kind was pissed off. She raised an index finger to warn them. "I will hear NO MORE talk of adoptions! None of you riff-raff is getting adopted. Ever! Nobody needs you! Nobody wants you!"
Wow. What a bitch.
"That, my darlings, is why you're here. Why you will always be here, until the day you come of age and get thrown into that wide, horrible world!"
Spite, spite, spite… Nothing but spite.
"Now, what do you all say?"
"We love you, Grelod. Thank you for your kindness." She actually trained these children to say that?
Kayleigh had enough. "Excuse me." She caught the attention of everyone in the room.
One boy gasped. "It's the Dragonborn!"
"Wow, really?" A girl squealed in glee. "You're the one who fought all those dragons?"
"Oh, wow! You must have lots of stories!" Another boy said.
"The lot of you, shut up!" Grelod ordered and turned her attention to Kayleigh. "What do you want? You've got no business here!"
"On contrary, Grelod the 'Kind', a hardly fitting name, you know," Kayleigh added. "I have every reason to be here. Aventus Aretino."
"Aretino?" Grelod's wrinkled features turned even more vicious. "You tell that little bastard that I'm coming for his hide!"
"That's not going to happen. I know exactly what you do to these kids here. And just by hearing you speak, I can confirm that you, my good lady, are not kind." She placed her hands on her hips. "So here's what you're going to do: you're going to change, and you're going to start treating these children like humans."
"And who are you tell me what to do?" She exploded on Kayleigh almost immediately. "Some dragon-fighter? I don't care if you saved this Godsforsaken country from some giant insect, but you better know your place, young lady, and get out of my orphanage!" She demanded.
"Listen, you old hag!" Kayleigh was serious now. "I'm not kidding. These kids are not your torture victims! You either change your attitude or ice spikes are going to fly." She threatened, raising her left hand where she prepared the spell, only to threaten her.
Grelod crossed her arms and walked up to Kayleigh. "And what are you going to do? Kill me? You don't have the guts to do it, I know. So just turn around, sweetheart, and leave! I don't need some dragon-loving Nord to tell me what to do!"
Kayleigh gaped but had to admit she was right: she could not bring herself to kill the elder. Slowly, she lowered her left hand and gave Grelod a killer look. "Don't do this to the kids."
Grelod the Kind only had one word for her: "Leave."
Location: Hjerim, Windhelm
5th of Second Seed
8:14pm
Once Kayleigh returned to Windhelm, Ulfric Stormcloak informed her that she must report to their camp in the Reach tomorrow and talk to Galmar about taking another fort called Sungard. He also arranged a carriage to take her there so that she could reach much earlier. This news made her smile.
In her home, Hjerim, Kayleigh changed into a yellow belted tunic, helped Vigilance out of his own armor, and decided to tend to her weapons. First, she wiped her Dragonbane with a rag. This reminded her of Delphine and Esbern, and how they were doing. They were currently staying at the Sky Haven Temple. Esbern said he would contact her if he ever found anything else interesting for her. All in all, she and the Blades were going to keep in touch.
After the Dragonbane, she worked on the Ebony Battleaxe, which was now her Axe of Eastmarch, in evidence of her rank as Thane of Eastmarch. She could not stop grinning as she wiped the weapon. Ulfric gave her a huge rank to hold. She never thought of holding a rank like 'Thane', but he bestowed it to her and now it was hers to hold. It showed how much trust he had in her and she would never let him down, no matter what.
And lastly, her Mace of Molag Bal. She smirked, thinking about the day she met him. A man named Tyranus, a vigilant of Stendarr, asked her if she had seen anyone on anything entering or leaving an abandoned house in Markarth. Upon wanting to help him, she met the Prince of Domination.
"OH SWEET TALOS!"
"Fool! Did you think Molag Bal, the Lord of Domination, would so easily reward you?"
Molag Bal? Oh no, no no!
"What do you see form that little cage? SPEAK."
"Let me go! Let me out of here!"
"I asked you a question, Mortal. ANSWER ME."
"Spikes, you DAEDRA ASS! SPIKES!"
Molag Bal had encaged her in a spikey cage, but Kayleigh refused to submit to him.
"You will do as I command, my lovely."
Dear Talos, that voice! How can anyone, including a Daedra have a voice that deep? That rich? It was smoother than glass! "I… will… not!"
"Hmm… do I sense… hesitation? Do I have an effect on you?"
"NO! Just SHUT UP!"
"So I see: it's my voice. A classic case."
"You don't let me out of here RIGHT NOW, I will kick your DAEDRA ASS FROM HERE TO OBLIVION!"
"Ah, mortal. Nothing satisfies me more than feistiness in a woman. You are practically drenched in it."
Shut up. SHUT UP!
"Submit to me, mortal, and do as I say. I will reward you, and I will make you my champion."
His voice, the way he was delivering his words… no wonder he was the King of Rape! How was any woman able to escape from that voice? "I…" Just his voice alone is breaking me! Stupid knees! STOP SHAKING! "I submit, my Lord."
"Now that's a good girl!"
Half of her expected her to fear for the worst, for him to take advantage of her. Instead, he sent her on a mission to kill Logrolf, a priest of Boethiah, his rival, who had been desecrating Molag Bal's alter. Once his soul was taken by Molag Bal, he proceeded to giving her his mace.
Damn… what a mace…
"Fascinating, isn't it? You admire it, I can tell."
"It is beautiful. Deadly beautiful."
"It pleases me to see we both think the same, my darling. Now run along. I have souls that need claiming."
"Wait, wait! You're not going to take my soul when I die, right? Because I'd really, really like to go to Sovngarde!"
"Hmm… I guess I don't see any reason to take it. Even though I just might…"
"DON'T YOU DARE."
Thinking about all of this was certainly taking her mind off Grelod the Kind, even though she was still in confusion on what to do with her. The old lady was a thorn in her side, but Kayleigh had never killed an elder before. What was she going to do?
Sighing, she continued her work on the mace.
Creek…
What was that? Both Kayleigh and Vigilance heard that creek. Getting up from her bed with the mace in hand, she and her pup walked down the steps with sharp ears. Kayleigh was stunned when he saw a man leaning against her front door, arms folded across his massive chest as he smirked at her.
He was tall, almost as tall as Tsun. He had no facial hair, but he had mid-back raven-black hair. His facial features were so good that Brynjolf of the Thieves Guild would get jealous. Firm jaw, strong cheekbones, and killer blue eyes to die for. He was shirtless, thus showing off a six-pack and he wore black trousers and black boots.
A man more handsome than Ulfric Stormcloak? Not possible. He needed to go. Now. "Alright. You're going to tell me how you got in, and then you're going to leave. We don't need to start sending souls to Molag Bal."
He did not do anything or say anything. He continued to smirk at her and glare at her with those exquisite blue eyes.
"Alright. I want you to leave. NOW." She demanded and walked down the steps.
"Now, now, mortal." He clicked his tongue and unfolded his arms. "Surely you don't recognize me?"
What? That voice! …Oh no… "M-Molag Bal…" She gripped the mace tighter and almost hugged it.
"Greetings, mortal." Molag grinned.
"W-what are you doing here?" She questioned in a trembling voice.
"Just visiting." He took slow and intimidating steps towards her. "My. You look lovely."
"T-thank you."
"Almost… delicious…" He added.
Not the voice! PLEASE not the voice! Only Ulfric Stormcloak has that permission! "Molag Bal, please…"
Vigilance growled and was ready to attack.
"Silence!" Molag raised an arm and casted a paralyzing spell on Vigilance. His body froze up and fell down the steps.
"Vigilance! Oh, why do you Daedra like paralyzing him?" She was taken aback when Molag finally reached her, yanked the mace from her hands, and plopped it onto the ground. Pinning her to wall, she could not move. "What are you-" He silenced her with a hard kiss to her lips. Forcefully, she pulled back. "Stop it! I don't want this!"
"Let her go, Molag." Came another voice to her left.
Sheogorath was leaning against her front door.
"Sheo!"
"Stay out of this, old man." Molag warned.
"Molag, that is our champion you have pinned against the wall like a plague!" He pointed out. "But I gladly consider her my daughter. So hands off, or OUT come YOUR entrails!"
Glowering at the Mad God, Molag Bal released Kayleigh, who was not harmed. "You were right."
"I told you so." Sheogorath shrugged his shoulders and released Vigilance of his stationary state.
"About what?" Kayleigh demanded to know, kneeling down to her pup's level to check on him.
"That he couldn't seduce you."
"You were trying to seduce me?"
"And it's impossible!" Molag Bal said. "You're too strong. That Jarl must really have an effect on you."
"HA! I win!" Sheogorath clapped for himself.
"You two were betting?"
"It's my character, love." Sheogorath gave her a silly smile.
Kayleigh shot him a dirty look and turned to Molag Bal. "Seduce me? Really?"
Molag Bal shrugged his own shoulders. "It's my character."
"DAMN THE BOTH OF YOU TO OBLIVION." She said through gritted teeth. "And yes, I just realized how silly that sounded." She looked at Molag Bal. "What do you want? What are you doing here?"
"I see you for the first time and this is the greeting I get?" He questioned.
"Just tell me why you're here. I'm having a difficult day." She walked over to the mace and picked it up.
Molag Bal smiled, seeing as how she admired the mace. "You are debating whether or not to kill that old hag in Riften. I want you to leave it to me."
"What?" She snorted a laugh. "And just what do you plan on doing?"
"What you simply refuse to do: the dirty deed."
She raised both eyebrows. "You're going to kill her for me? Look, I can gladly do it myself. Problem is," She sighed. "I've never killed an elder before."
"Which is why I want you to leave it to me. You won't be traced back." He said.
"You're the Lord of Domination! You don't give a skeever's ass about anyone! Why help me?" She questioned.
"Because my dear," He ran a hand past her cheek.
"No touching." Sheogorath warned, who sat at her mini table, drinking tea.
He's still here?
Glaring at the Mad God again, Molag Bal turned back to his champion. "Because you've been a very good girl: collecting all those souls for me and my realm. Your… 'daddy' here," He referred to Sheogorath. "Forced me to… repay you for all your hard work."
Sheo… "And just how do you plan on doing it? Scare her to death in your true form?" She asked. "By the way, you look good, if that's what you were fishing for." She murmured, in reference to his human form.
"Why, thank you! You are most kind." He grinned. "To answer your question, no. That's not how I do things."
"So how ARE you doing to do it?"
"Simple." He wrapped his hands around the mace. "With this. Do you mind if I borrow it?"
A/N: I hope I did an okay job with Molag! :D Hope you've enjoyed this chapter! Filled with Daedric Princes! X)
By the way, Molag Bal's human form? His facial features are based on Robert Downey Jr. ;)
Updating... like a boss :)
P.S: Tomorrow's the 25th, making it the 3-month anniversary of when this story was published ;)
Oh and another thing: I recall that Sheo/DB romance fics are low (in fact, there's none at all). I was thinking of doing a one-shot after this story ends! :D But with another DB, not Kay :)