Sorry. This is short. I have been busy lately but I will do my best to update soon!
-T-
Thindril woke up, Lucien was still sleeping next to her and the first rays of sun were trying to break through the thick blue curtains that covered the window. Thindril had a headache, she didn't know why exactly, maybe she was sill recovering from last night's fight or maybe she was just hungry. The birds sang outside and they irritated her because it was making her head ache more.
She leaned gently on his shoulder to not wake him up and took a deep breath.
"I hate birds." He muttered.
"I thought you were sleeping." Thindril replied.
"How can you sleep with all these birds around?"
Thindril chuckled and wrapped her arms around his muscular torso. His skin was so soft, it made her want to touch him all the time.
"I wondered last night if you would still be here in the morning." Lucien confessed.
"Why? I was calm by the end of our talk."
He shrugged. "I do not know, Silencer. You're unpredictable, but you stayed and I am very glad about that." Lucien kissed her head and stroked her red hair gently. It didn't take him long to make his hand travel to her chest, first tracing her ribs and then holding her breast.
She kissed his neck gently. Her memories from last night were slowly returning to her, making her slightly reluctant about being too gentle with him.
"By the way, I have a gift for you. I wanted to give it to you when you left Fort Farragut, but you happened to leave before I could talk to you." Lucien informed her.
"A gift?" She raised her eyebrow.
"Yes, you will like it." He smiled slightly before kissing her forehead and leaving to the bathroom.
Thindril was curious, she wondered that maybe it was something related to her next contract that she hadn't had the time to read about yet. She grabbed her sack and opened his letter as soon as her fingers found it.
The Necromancer Celedaen is dead, and you are not. That is quite an accomplishment. But your work as a Silencer has just begun.
Your next assignment requires you to eliminate not just one target, but five. An entire family, in fact. The unlucky siblings are Perennia Draconis, Matthias Draconis, Andreas Draconis, Sibylla Draconis and Caelia Draconis. The locations of most of the family members are unknown, so you should begin your search with the family matron, Perennia, who resides at the farm called Applewatch.
You must discern the locations of all the Draconis family members and then systematically eliminate them. I suggest you first speak with the mother and find out if she has any valuable information on the whereabouts of her children, before ending her life.
When every member of the Draconis family lies dead, journey to the city of Skingrad. In the castle courtyard you will find a well containing your reward for the Draconis contract, as well any further assignment I might have.
The Dunmer smirked. She had always liked a good hunt and this just seemed too much fun. Thindril felt sorry for them, but at least they would all be together in the Void. If she was fast enough, they wouldn't even have time to mourn each others' deaths.
They left the inn an hour later and then walked to one of the gates. Lucien commanded her to follow him and she did as she was told, wondering what this gift could be.
It didn't take long for a dark, majestic horse to appear from the surrounding woods. It greeted Lucien before turning to Thindril. Thindril had never seen such creature, it was full of darkness, but at the same time it was so peaceful to look at. What struck her the most was the horse's crimson eyes, they were deep and mysterious, hitting that the creature itself was more than just a horse. It was definitely something else, an timeless being with a deeper understanding of the world.
Lucien stroked the horse's head. "This is Shadowmere." He said softly. "She is yours now, my love. You will soon see for yourself how unique this horse is."
Thindril stepped closer. "She is beautiful." The Dunmer whispered while touching the horse's mane. "Thank you. This is the best gift you could even give me."
A small smile appeared in his lips. "I am glad you like her." Lucien paused. "I must go now." He kissed her forehead. "We will meet soon, Silencer."
"I will be waiting." She replied before he left.
-T-
In a forgotten lighthouse, a man is kneeling in front of an altar. The lighthouse is so old that it barely stands together, the walls threat to break down at any moment and the ceiling creeks. The dusty environment would make anyone sneeze and spiderwebs can be found at every corner. Behind the man there is a mad dog with mad eyes and a bloody mouth, its breath smells of putrid flesh.
"Mother..." The man whispers to the altar. There is a head in there, a woman's head. Her hair is dark and oily and smeared against her putrid brown-ish flesh, her eyes are glassy and her mouth is open, letting more rotting flesh out like she is constantly puking her insides even though she was beheaded long ago.
The man is holding a letter, a letter written by him but signed by someone else. "We're so close. So close, mother. I will use her against him! Oh, yes that will drive him mad, his protegee, his lover will help me destroy him. She will do so unwillingly, of course, I will need to make sure they won't meet, but..." The man smirks. "But we will have peace soon. And you will be proud of me and we will be happy."
His words echo against the stone walls. His mother's expression is the same – dead, still, unresponsive, but he is already used to it.
"Soon!"