Soul of a Dragon

by InMyMindsEyes

Serlina is thrown into an adventure in a world unknown to her. When everything she has ever known turned upside down, she must endure pain, loss, lust, power, magic, revenge and destiny. When she encounters a ranger who sparks her interest, making passions unknown rise, her life will never be the same. Some better. Some worse. Some language and smut in later chapters.

23. A White Knight Appears

Breathing heavily, I try to steady my hand that trembled as I looked at Bishop as his form crumpled to the floor at my feet. I might've swung harder than needed too, but there was no changing what had happened. He hadn't been himself. That I had been able to tell, especially from the state of his eyes. They had clouded over, black consuming the amber I had come to care for. And his voice. I internally cringed and rubbed at my neck where his teeth had bit harshly at my skin as he angrily spoke against it.

'I WANT YOU NOW!'

His voice had sounded so furious. Yet it sounded layered, like several voices were speaking from inside him. And the look of panic when his eyes had cleared slightly as they had looked into mine. The shame. It was palpable. Turning my back to his body, I look back to the chaos before me. Whistling for Karnwyr, I prepared for an onslaught of attacks from the shades as his ears perked and his wolfish gaze found us in the corner of the room.

"Come!" I called to him, and no sooner had I finished speaking, he was on the move to my position. I tracked Karnwyr's movements as he weaved in and out of the creatures around him. He was a nimble wolf, that I was grateful for. Nearing, I caught the way the wolf eyes darted from me, to Bishop's body behind me, then back to me. His body tensed, hackles raised, teeth bared and lowered to pounce. I swallowed as another onslaught of doubts hit me.

'He's right to turn against you, you could have killed his master.' The grating voice had me inwardly flinching as my hands trembled.

"No. No, I didn't!" I cough roughly as shades came towards us, weapons swinging. I parry a few more blows, moving under a blade and nearly put my face into the wolfs. "Bishop is okay, he's just.. I knocked him out." I tried to explain, hoping my words got to him. I leaned away so he could get a better view from where he stood. I suppressed a hard swallow when his tongue ran over his long-bared teeth. "Just.. Make sure no one gets close." I mentally pushed it to him and by some splinter of grace, he moved, teeth still bared, to Bishop's side. I nodded and back away, giving them space.

He was right to not trust me.. I didn't trust myself.. Could I trust myself?

'You don't know if he is alive or not,' 'You shouldn't have trusted a man you didn't know,' 'He was only after one thing after all,' 'Look at the way he touched you.' 'Animal.' 'What happens if you don't win.' 'Did you really think you survive all of this,' 'What if that was his true character,' 'what happens after if it isn't,' 'aren't you scared you can't do anything that matters?'

The doubts rattled in my mind, the voices unknowing but still making my teeth grind and my body burn with this miasma that was coating the floor. With each and every breath, my anger radiating from me. Focusing in on it, I take a deep breath as several shade whisk their way over to me as several words creep in again making me snap. "Go away! FUS ROH!"

Several shades cringed away from me as several of their miasma covered bones dropped from their body. Lifting my worn body up with the last of strength I could muster, my eyes scan and land of Malkoran who is looking past me towards Bishop with a mixture of emotions that had me panic slightly. My eyes leave him and look around. If Malkoran was the lead cause of these guys, and the miasma, then if he was taken care of.. Head of the snake. I gripped my words with newfound vigor I blacked a few attacks, keeping a mental note of where Malkoran was moving.

Whirlwind Sprinting to his side, I took the pleasure of seeing his shock at my close proximity before his eyes moved down to my sword that was already a good quarter in his chest. With a small blood spitting chuckle, I pull my sword free and plunge it down his torso at his collarbone. The harsh breath that I let go as his body sinks to the floor is one of relief as I turn only to be met with shades that have begun to move to my position.

"Sonofa-" I dodge an arrow that shoots over my shoulder and vaguely hear the sound of snarling from Karnwyr, no doubt keeping Bishop's unconscious body safe. Coughing more, I almost find myself wheezing as I take several swipes and parries before I notice that the miasma is thicker, heavier. That, and the, what sounds to be, bones rolling around, much like when we had killed walking skeletons that dropped, but this time, in reverse. Like.. Assembling.

Sweet Z'en.

I felt the chill on my back before I saw it. Turning once more, I couldn't help the gasp that left me at the sight of a new shade that hovered over Malkoran's corpse. Large, wicked as the miasma pulsed from it heavier than before from its jagged jaw, its teeth sharp points showcased in an emanating red glow, as well as its eyes. It seemed like it was wrapped in a tattered robe of shadows that flittered in the stagnant air.

Raising a boney hand and pointing it to me, I wasn't prepared for the blast of lightning that blasted me off my feet. My body locked, every muscle, tendon and joint tight with electric pressure that had me wheezing. When the pressure eased I opened my eyes I was looking up into another shade, its sword lifted and swinging at my midsection, slicing across my ribs. My pained scream echoed all around me as two shades flanked above me. Swallowing harshly, I did my best to blocked several blows that were directed to my head but screamed again when a sword was plunged into my calf.

"FUS RO DAH!" I Shouted, blasting them from me and wincing as I tired to sit up and noticed the sword still embedded in my leg. "Shit." Tears pricked at my eyes as I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around the handle, wincing at the movement. Holding a hard breath, I pulled it free on a mental count of 3. Swearing in several tongues, I quickly rummage through my pouch and pull a small regeneration potion and pull the cork out with my teeth, spitting it away from me. Swearing loudly, I pour majority of it over my leg, saving a few small swallows to actually drink. The taste had me cringing as I finished pushing it down.

The pain of the regeneration had lights blinking in front of my eyes. Shouting again to keep them at bay, I felt my lungs burn with the miasma. Malkoran, or his Shade, seemed to not be as affected my it as the others were and glided on over. He was the only one with skeletal legs that were formed, yet not once had they touched the ground.

For a second I thought I heard a dark laugh as it moved closer. I couldn't manage another Shout, the pain of my leg sealing back together taking the air from me. I barley had managed to lumber to my feet, favouring my left leg as I gripped my sword, if unsteadily.

I gritted and swung wide when he inched closer. Damn. I winced at the shocking pain of my leg as he readied another spell that was accompanied by a burning of my ribs. "Come on then you sonofa bitch. Let's finish this."

The sound of several rushing footsteps drew my attention to the stairs that lead into this chamber. Malkoran didn't even spare it a glance, as my body was wracked with another blast of lightning that had my whole-body lock again, jerking as the electricity was trying to find anchors and exits, splitting my skin in small wounds everywhere. My eyes squeezed shut, the pain locking the air inside me. I couldn't even manage a scream.

Suddenly, the pain eased, making my body slump to the floor. Dragging in harsh breaths, I opened my eyes to see Karnwyr pulling at the leg or Malkoran's Shade. Trying to speak, my mouth was dry yet faintly tasted metallic. Gaining to my feet again, I took an unsteady step toward them, and another. Somehow I had managed to keep my sword in hand. My leg was better, still unsteady and needed another potion soon, but other than that, it was still being held together. Breath heaving, I stalked over to where Karnwyr was, hurrying when Malkoran prepped another lightning spell.

Bringing my sword up and sharply down the Shade bones fell away and the spell with it. With a garbled roar, it spun and came at me, its good arm dropping low to pick up an ancient sword that was standing up in a burnt body on the ground. Bracing myself I blocked its harsh downward swing, pushing it away and rolling under another, putting me and Karnwyr side by side. His low growls directed at the large shade before us. 4 regular shades flanking behind him. Outnumbered and in poor condition. Taking a steadying step, I slashed several times, hitting Malkoran, the vibrations feeling good running up and down my arms. In a sword lock with him, I felt my muscles spam at the force he was pushing at me, my wounded leg screaming in protest as I dug my toes into the stone for anchors and didn't have time to move out of his large bone hand that clasped my throat. Dropping a sword, I latched on to its wrist, my fingers digging hard into the dark bones.

"DIE." It was guttural and scraped against my skin like a razor as he lifted me off my feet letting me dangle. Licking my lips, I tasted blood and let go of his wrist hoping to get a punch in. It didn't land, making my legs kick in anger. I was gasping for air, unable to get enough in to Shout, even if I wanted to. I vaguely heard barking as my vision started blinking in and out.

Several shades that had come to gather around us spun towards the door that lead to the entrance with the large staircase. I couldn't turn my head to see what got their attention, instead I was kicking all I could as the last of my air was choked from me. I closed my eyes when his grip tightened and felt a wave of heat in front of me. The grip on my throat loosened enough for me to drop to the stone, sucking in air as I looked around, forcing my vison to clear of the blinking dots.

A large figure in full silver plate armour, wielding a greatsword raced towards the flanking shades, drawing them away from me and Malkoran.

Now who was this?! Rubbing a hand over my throat, I reached out and regripped my sword again. Worry about that later. Shaking the thought, I turn my full attention back to Malkoran's Shade.

'Could I kill him? Am I strong enough? Would that have- '

No! I raise it to take offence. I will not doubt myself. I will focus!

'DIE!' Malkoran sounded enraged.

"Not. Today." I bit out looking to Malkoran before pulling my blade back to me. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I manoeuvred around him, blocking when I could. After a large heavy downward swing that I sidestepped I brought my sword around my head and cut horizontally across its large boney shoulders, its head coming clean as the rest of its body crumpled to the ground in a ghostly mixture.

Taking a breath, I was met with a small wave of dizziness, my sight blinking again as Merida's voice called out something about a sword but I wasn't focused on that right at this moment.. Shaking it, I look around and notice Karnwyr nowhere near me, but now back at Bishop's side or rather, standing over his legs protectively. Moving my eyes over, I notice the large figure dealing with the shades like it was no problem. Keeping my eyes on him, I walk backwards towards Bishop, my feet occasionally catching on burnt bodies. As I neared them, I turned my body so it was angled to keep on eye on the armoured one and now to the wolf that bared it teeth at me.

"Karnwyr.. Karnwyr its me." I raise a hand; palm out to him to show I wasn't a threat. His eyes had sharpened, a mixture of blood, dirt and saliva dripped from his teeth bared mouth. "I know, Karnwyr. I know." I tried to sound soothing, my voice sounding cracked and dry. Searching my bag, I found a large red bottle, and let out a sigh of relief.

I lifted the bottle to my mouth and pulled the cork out, all while the sound of gentle growling cautioned my movements. Taking a sip for myself, I winced as my body burned, this one more pleasant as several lightning exit wounds closed, the one across my ribs starting to, but not enough. Swallowing another small mouthful, I take the bottle and frown when I try to press it to Bishop's lips.

He wouldn't be able to drink it while unconscious. He'd cough it up or choke. Shit. And I didn't want him to wake up in here. But he needed to drink this to stop the bleeding from his arms and chest. Taking a breath, I take a somewhat larger swig, my cheeks puffing slightly then set the bottle down. Raising my hands slowly so not to alarm Karnwyr, I gently take Bishop's head and angle it as best as I could then slowly, lowered my head to his and pressed my lips to his.

They were colder than I recalled, and felt my eyes burn as they closed when I gently pried his lips apart with little to no resistance with my own.. The potion gently poured from me to him and thankfully, his throat didn't close causing him to choke.. I even felt his throat gently swallowing the contents under my fingertips. Even unconscious he knew it was healing and accepted it. Opening my eyes when the most of it was passed I took another mouthful and repeated the action until majority of it was given to him. The last mouthful I gave to him had him slightly stirring, his eyes fluttering slightly, almost like they were drugged. But still, no full waking. Lifting my mouth from his, I looked him over, pleased at the colour that now filled his face before his chest stuttered on a long exhale.

He was okay. Looking to Karnwyr, I saw the wolf gaze riveted on the ranger before him. Not me. No more growling, no more raised hackles though. Just concern and protection. It was an improvement.

Speaking of which.

Breathing as calmly as possible, I placed my sword blade down into the stone and rose from my kneeling position. Glancing to Bishop who lay against the wall, then the steel-clad warrior who was fighting the last shade. I felt torn. Stay by his side, or deal with whoever this was now. When the shade fell, I glanced to Karnwyr again who looked like he wasn't moving anytime soon. When the shade fell, the warrior's body was heaving with exertion, the sound sounding more and more harsh through the helmet. Lowering their sword to one side they turned, looking this way and that, no doubt checking their surroundings. Must be hard to see with that thin gape in their helmet, I muse pressing a hand to my ribs, covering the wound.

When their gaze no doubt landed on me I straightened, gripping my sword, I dug my toes into the ground and Whirlwind Sprinted to the warriors' side. I stopped; my blade pointed at their chest. The sound of my sprint ringing out amongst the rock around us. Note of point; they didn't back away, but still flinched slightly. I tsk when their dropped hand goes towards the large weapon, causing them to pause.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I ask and internally damn helmets that block seeing their eyes. But body wise, my eyes go over the large frame. Must be male from build and height alone. He must meet my gaze because his body shift slightly, no longer braced for battle, but still cautious. Slowly, he lifts his free hand and brings it to his helmet. Undoing a small buckle under the chin, he lifts, grunting slightly as he pulled his head free and I was met with stunning dark blue eyes that were offset by raven hair and cream coloured skin. Strong jaw that looked recently shaven. Vaguely I recognized him from Solitude. He hadn't been alone, but something about him offset him with the others. As the thought enters my mind, several Solitude guards come down the stairs, their weapons drawn, some looking like they had seen some battle in the temple, others still untouched, but coughing heavily. He doesn't back away. Instead watched me, his blue eyes looking me over, around us, widening with a thought.

"You should not be in here. Its dangerous, my lady."

Merciful. Gods.

Never in my life had I heard a voice so deep that it felt like it was vibrating in my ears. It almost made me tremble.

Almost.

But his words had me nearly scoffing at him incredulously. He made it sound like I fell down here unintentionally or something. Gripping my sword as tight as I could, I gently pressed the blade into the armour again.

"I wouldn't worry about the danger this place holds. But you should worry about the danger that's potentially in front of you." I raised a brow when his eyes widened at my words. "Now. Your name." I pressed the blade harder against him.. I could faintly hear the scraping of mental on metal.

"My name?" He echoed and I fought the urge to close my eyes and focus on his voice.

"Yes." I grit tightly. "And why you have ventured so deep into this temple." Again, it wasn't posed as a question. But rather a tense demand. I wasn't in the mood to dance around these things. Not when I had bigger things to address. Though.. My eyes glanced over him and internally cursed. He was a large fellow, and stocky. Where do they make these types of men?! Bishop made me feel small, but he made me feel.. Dwarfish in a way, the top of my head barely meeting his collar.

"Forgive me, my lady." His eyes are still sharp, holding mine, but his body relaxes. "I am Paladin Casavir. I am am on a quest given to me to clear out the creatures that have been plaguing this temple for some time. I mean you no harm." He explains as he sheathes his large sword on his back making me relax a little.

Gods his voice was downright… distracting. I knew speechcraft. I knew the feeling and sounds one's voice takes when it is high enough persuasion. It was almost like that.. It pulled you in. Made you want to stay close. Swallowing I slowly drew my blade away from his armour when I recalled a word he had said.

"A.. Paladin?" I say more softly than I would have preferred. A prestigious term for a knight if I mentally recalled correctly. There were knights in Skyrim? I knew they were more common in places like Cyrodiil, but didn't know of any venturing this far off their beaten path.

Like I was one to talk though, I scoffed at myself.

"Yes. My lady. I am skilled in the art of battle and of healing."

"I would hardly call this art." I mutter glancing around before my mind catches up with the terms he had been referring to me. My lady? I almost roll my eyes. Right. Knight.

"Would you like me to heal your wounds, my lady?" He lifted a hand in offering as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as soldiers came in and searched around. Some looking to us, others moving to the bodies right away.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"I would suggest you rethink that, my lady." I look back to him and notice his cheeks are lightly tinted pink, his eyes below my face lingering near my chest. Looking down at myself I notice that from my collar to the rise of my breast is showing. My skin was still covered in dirt, small wounds and blood, but it still had me lifting the flaps of my armour up so that it was relatively covered again. "Your wounds look sever for a lady such as yourself." He still held out his hand, his palm glowing subtly in a familiar healing light. I stared at it for a long moment.

"Mine aren't as bad as my companions." I say as I start to back away towards Bishop and Karnwyr. His blue eyes glanced over me and towards where I had been heading.

"Do you wish me to heal your-" his words died as Karnwyr growled and lunged, teeth bared and hackles raised.

I held up a hand, hoping to dismay him from harming Casavir. "Wait, It's okay. He's not trying to-" I gasped when my ribs protested, my wound no doubt reopening. Hissing a breath through my teeth I tried to calm Karnwyr who looked ready to pounce.

"Do you wish me to cut this animals head off, my lady?" I heard the sound of a sword being drawn and sharply turned my head to face him instead of Karnwyr.

"No! Stop!" I quickly reach out and snag his forearm, stopping him from raising his weapon any further. "Don't hurt him. He's my companions-"

"Your companion?" His dark brows furrow as they look back to me, his guard still up as Karnwyr gently growled. "Forgive me, my lady. I didn't mean to put you into distress."

"Yes. Well.." I trail off dropping my hand.

"Its unusual for a lady such as yourself to travel with a wolf such as this."

"Is that so?" I absently ask as I lower my arm to cover my side and start towards Karnwyr gingerly. He watches and slowly moves, his ears flat against his head.

"Yes. I should warn you the dangers they-" His words stop when Karnwyr moves slightly so I can see Bishop better who let out a small pained sigh. Kneeling beside him, me and Karnwyr looked over him, worry no doubt on both our faces. Blood soaked his armour from his shoulder to his fingers, a few scrapes that were in the process of slowly healing on his face. But his breathing was still harsh. His eyes were flittering back and forth under their lids, no doubt fighting things still. Looking around us, I could still see the remnants of the miasma filtering around on the ground. Like dark tendrils looking for something new or alive to latch on.

'What if the miasma revealed the real him? What if I didn't help him in time? What if I made the wrong decision? What if- '

A thick blade came into my peripherals alarming me. Shaming myself for putting my back to an unknown man I pushed the blade away with my hand, cutting it a little, standing and spinning on the spot, my blade back up. And lifted toward the paladin.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I can't help my burst of anger, the Shout being prepared in my chest, the power fueled by my adrenalin.

"My lady! This man is dangerous and should be disposed of." His once charming face had shifted into one that was hostile towards Bishop. One of angered recognition. "It would be my pleasure."

"You will do no such thing!" I raise my voice enough to show there would be no arguing with it or we would come to blows. "He is also my companion." This seems to take the knight aback, looking between the two of us with a look that I couldn't decipher.

"A lady such as yourself should not have such a brute of a companion!"

"Such as myself?" I echo. What is it with the people in Skyrim that think they just know who you are at first glance? Was it fucking genetic? "Never mind that." I raise my weapon. "How is it you know him?" I tilt my head behind me to the ranger in question.

"Our paths have crossed a few times." The look on his face as he no doubt when mentally recalling those 'few times' had him glowering.

"I'll assume you two have history from the cross look you have on your face." He lifts one shoulder then drops it, not looking alarmed by my weapon.

"To be honest, he is nothing but a savage wolf. Looking for his next victim." He explains and for a second, I think of Bishop's harsh words in my ear when the miasma had choked his senses from him.

"And, what, it's part of your job to kill him?"

"My lady. As a Paladin I have sworn to protect the innocent and bring justice when evil has taken hold." The 'lady' thing was grating on my nerves. He made the words sound so soothing one could say it bordered on deceitful.

"And you have. Malkoran is defeated. The battle is won. Justice served." I gesture behind him with my free hand to the pile of remains. He doesn't even spare it so much as a glance.

"He was the leader, but all who are corrupt shall be brought it as well. As they deserve to be. I defend the world from people like him." He points a finger behind me and I take a steadying breath. I had already had enough of people being high on some type of authority and power.

Noticing the soldiers that came in behind him looking over at us, I collect a thought and look back to him, meeting his blue eyes, even if I have to tilt my head up to do so. "And does that justice and honourable title you hold carry over the fact that he is currently unconscious and unable to defend himself?" I ask sharply. His eyes widen at my words and his brows raise when my voice grows louder. "It would be a poor report on yourself to kill an unarmed man wouldn't it, Paladin?" I stress his title and catch the apprehensive widening of his eyes. It's gone after a moment and instead, his body shifts, standing over me with a look that I could only surmise as worry.

"My lady, I find myself becoming concerned with the choice of.." his eyes move past me to the wolf and ranger behind me. "company you are keeping by your side. I fear he may be corrupting you."

My spine tightens slightly, making my eyes narrow.

"You must be a very solicitous Paladin given the fact that you meet and know a woman for only a varying few minutes and you already are worried for her safety." I suppress a scoff when his brows drop, making his face look both confused and worried. "You don't know me. Maybe this is my preferred company."

"I don't think that is correct, my lady." He speaks calmly and I try my best to do the same. Level my head and focus.

"Oh? Then pray tell, what could a few minutes in my presence make you think that I am in the wrong company."

"The miasma is taking longer to affect you for one." He drops a hand that held his sword and gestures to the remnants of it drifting around us. "And I couldn't help but hear your voice from deeper in the temple." His voice dropped, sounding angry again. "I heard your cries and hurried to aid." His eyes go to Bishop. "I take it that he was affected sooner and succumbed to it, leaving you to defend yourself in this place."

"You know its effects?" I ask looking at him closely. He seemed to be breathing normally, like he had simply stepped out into the cool air outside. Outside! My eyes widen as I turn my head to look to Bishop over my shoulder. I had to get him out into clean air!

"It is a demonic miasma that seems to have been attuned to drag out ones pain and inner demons so they surface." He explained as I stowed one sword away to free a hand. Karnwyr was still regarding him with a battle-ready body.

"Malkoran believed it would bring.. he called it 'enlightenment.' Said we would become stronger if we became like.. what I'm guessing is one of those." I jerk my chin to a pool of the ectoplasm several feet away from us.

"They were indeed formidable. But if the man you are tending too became one of those.. He is already dangerous, my lady. I have known many men like him. They only care about their selfish gain. It is no wonder he had succumbed so easily." Bad history from the way he spoke down to Bishop.

I glared as Karnwyr growled, seeming to match my projected irritation.

"He didn't succumb, Casavir. And don't call me 'my lady.' I have a name." I stated rising to my full height. "My name is Serlina." I make sure to say it clearly for him, meeting his eyes with no signs of backing down. He regards me for a long moment or two and then nods, bowing his head as if in a new greeting. I'm internally pleased when his eyes avert. Good. "And if you want to help me, you can have your men assist me in helping him back to the surface." I turn and carefully try to lift Bishop's uninjured arm over my shoulder and try to lift him with a small struggle. I almost drop him before I gingerly lower him again and clutch my ribs.

"I believe I have helped you with the remaining foes." He said after gesturing for one of his men to come over to help me no doubt. His eyes never leaving my face. Stepping towards me, he lifts his hand and positions it near my ribs and slowly, his arms light in a warm glow. I felt a surge of energy pulse through me, my wounds sealing shut with a small stinging sensation, my strength returning with it. Looking pleased with his work, his hand drops.

"At the state of you, I would say he saved your life." A soldier stated as he came to my side. I had to make a serious effort on not scowling at the red uniform. Flashes on me being on my knees, my head on a wet chopping block as the blade hovered above me invaded. A black dragon soaring overhead, fire. Screaming. Swallowing past it, I look back to Casavir who regards me calmly.

"Then, I seem to owe you." I sigh in relief when the soldier helped me pick up Bishop, evening the weight and Karnwyr whines worryingly at my side. Looking down to him I give him a, hopefully, calming smile. "Its okay, boy. We just need to get him outside. We're heading out."

"We should use the pathway to our right. It's a shortcut to the entrance." The solder says, pointing with his free hand. Sighing in relief, I start heading in that direction. I did not want to carry him up several stairs and ramps. I wouldn't make it.

"Oh, and can you snag that glowing sword from the pedestal?" I call over my shoulder as Casavir looks over to it, following my gaze.

"This? May I inquire as to why?" Casavir spoke hesitantly as he walked over. I readjusted Bishop's arm over my shoulder.

"Meridia wanted it removed from this place. Seems fitting that a Paladin such as yourself be the champion who has a healing touch." I say and wait for the soldier to pull the hidden chain for the stone door to slide down and out of sight. I could faintly hear the sound of the sword being pulled from the stone as we moved up and out into a room filled with jars. I could hear Casavir calling out orders behind us as we made our way to the large doors that lead outside. "Thank you for helping me." I made an effort not to sound tense to the Imperial as cool air met my face. Karnwyr was off like a shot, checking the perimeter, dashing this way and that. Moving back towards the grand statue that had lifted me so high, we move to the stone wall and lay him against it.

The solder asked something that I didn't really pay attention too, saying absentminded answers of 'I guess', 'sure' and 'thanks' over my shoulder as he walked back towards the stairs. My full attention was back on Bishop. Karnwyr joined us and rested his head in Bishop's lap. I ran a tentative hand over Karnwyr's back. His eyes shifted to look at me and I to him. He seemed to still be watching me warily, but seemed batter now that Bishop was breathing easier. Looking back to him I watched colour come back to Bishops face with every steady breath and found myself standing to pace, biting my bottom lip.

Would he be mad at me with how things went? Would he be angry at me hitting him unconscious? Would he be different?

"Serlina?" Stopping mid-step to turn and look at Casavir who now stood at the bottom of the stairs, the soldier stepping away from him and going to direct the others who were moving bodies out from the temple.

"Casavir." I find myself sighing his name, more out of relief to have been put out of my spiraling mind. "I suppose I should thank you." I say and start towards the steps. "If you and your men hadn't stepped in.. Who knows what could have happened?" I ask aloud more so for myself then anything.

"It was my duty and honor to come to the aid of a lady such as yourself, Serlina." Okay. Now I shivered slightly. Just the way he said my name, like he caressed me by just saying it. Something about it had me pulled to him. Like his words were a physical beckoning.

"I would appreciate it if I can repay you in anyway for helping us out in there. Could I perhaps give you some gold for your trouble?" I ask, my hand already going to my pouch.

"That is not necessary, Serlina. My men and I will be compensated enough for our time. And I would hate to take away from your personal funds." I gently tilt my head to the doors that were being propped open for the dead to be removed by the soldiers. They were being careful enough.

"Well, if there is anything I can do to show my thanks, please let me know." I turn my gaze back to his and am met with a pondering pleased look.

"As a matter of fact, there is. But first, may I ask you a few questions?" He inquired. A part of me held a slight speck of caution, the other was curious.

"I don't see why not." I rub a hand over an arm, trying to fight a chill as a wind blew by.

"My men heard a; I believe they call it a Shout. And said that one capable of that would be the Dragonborn. Would you be the lady who has been endowed with such a title?"

Lying would be hard to wiggle out of, since he saw firsthand my Whirlwind Sprint.

"I am the dragonborn, yes." I admit.

"Most intriguing. And have you traveled with your… companion long?"

"For-" I blinked. I don't even know what day it was. "I am afraid I don't know the date today, so I can't give you the proper length of time. But I can say it had been a fair while."

"I have been asked to attend a ball in Solitude as a guest of honor and was wondering if you would accompany me to the Blue Palace?"

"A-a ball?" I stutter and swallow tightly. I was not expecting that. "You mean where they wear the long evening dresses and such?"

"The very same." He nods in conformation and I can't help but feel my stomach drop slightly.

"When?" I drawl the word out tightly.

"Tonight."

"Tonight?!" I shout, air getting stuck in my chest. "I'm not sure that's appropriate considering we just met. I don't even know you." I counter politely and get a frown in return.

"I did not know you or your status either, but that didn't stop me from giving you aid and saving your life." He stated and I found myself taken aback by his point. I could faintly feel Malkoran's' shade hand around my throat.. It was still worse than the feeling of owing him my life nagging at me at the back of my skull.

I hated owing people, and a life debt was a doozy.

"I'm not saying I am ungrateful for your aid. I am saying that-" I say slowly biting my lip. "It's just.. I have never been to a ball before, so I am afraid I would be a poor accompaniment." I try, my worry making my hands wring together. He watches me and nods.

"I understand if you are unfamiliar with this type of event. I myself am as well. I am also new to Skyrim and their customs. If that is the case, we can offer eachother guidance while in the midst of some of the most powerful figures in this land."

"I would say that I could go, but I am also looking to meet with someone. Meeting with him is for a pressing matter that I cannot put off."

"What is this individuals name?"

"His name is Malborn." I recalled and watched his eyes narrow in thought. "He's a- "

"Dark elf." He finished for me. "I know of him."

Of course, he does.

"What are the chances" I mutter and scratch the back of my head. "Do you know where he is? I've been looking for him." For days.

"He is assisting the Imperials with a small task. He should be free by this late afternoon. No doubt you will be able to locate him in a matter of hours." His eyes studied me and I chewed on my lip again. "If you were to meet with this elf, would you feel more comfortable accompanying me?" He asked. My hands wring together.

"It would help. But I might have to leave not long after. Once I talk to him everything might change for my plans."

"Do your plans often involve clearing out temples of Daedric princes?" He asked, his tone bordering on amusement. I smirked in return.

"As of late, it seems so." I roll a shoulder, the tension lingering and sigh.

"I think you and I can take a night off and simply enjoy some food, dancing and revelry, wouldn't you?"

When he worded it like that.. I would have to say I was oddly tempted. Curiously.

"Let me talk to Malborn, then I will let you know."

"Sooner the better." He reached behind him and pulled out a glowing sword and walked up the stairs towards the statue. I made my way over to Bishop standing at his side when Karnwyr started to gently whine.

"My lady?" I heard Casavir call and then the gentle sound of wind picking up had my head turning in time to catch Casavir rising into the sky, much like I had a couple hours prior. A small laugh falling from my lips at his retreating form.

Night at the ball huh?

Crossing my arms, I thought on it, pacing a few steps before turning back and retracing them. For years I had never been accepted at places like court, let alone fancy balls. I had hated those people with the stick-up-their-ass walk, the small talk and upturned noses when I would walk close to the upper-class rooms. Their own laws and ways had kept me far away. I had never been allowed entry. I could count on one had the nights that I wanted the world to swallow me whole and wished that I could be in those rooms. Where I didn't have to think about the pain of my parents being gone. My brother and his lack of interest since he's departure. Me being gossiped and shunned for showing no talents like my mother had. For.. so many things.. Just… no pain.

That's I was just a girl. At court.

"I could have a night to just.. be me? Right?" I ask Karnwyr who looked to me with sad eyes. "Just me." The thought almost had me feeling hopeful, then was pulled in tight when I recalled I had to see to Malborn first. Then, I would be able to see if it was a possibility or not.

I met a contact, debt gets paid, and I can dress up a little for once.

Was I a fool for being somewhat hopeful?

The sound of a pained groan had me breaking my pacing stride, my head whipping to Bishop who was shifting, readjusting himself as Karnwyr barked and licked at his hand that rested in his lap as the other rose to his head to rub at his temple. The one I had hit. He muttered something under his breath as he rubbed between Karnwyr's ears. Frowning I swallow.

"Bishop?" I call gently and almost gasp when his eyes move from his wolf to me. His eyes sharpened on me, and his face shifts so quickly through so many emotions. Surprise, shock, irritation, anger and settled into his neutral face.

"Hey… You okay?" It was sullen but his voice was clear.

"Am I- I should be asking you that." I gesture to him with my chin, my arms still folded over my chest.

"My head hurts like a bitch but.." He trails of and takes a slow breath. He lifts his hands to look at them, clenching them a little and looks back at me. "I never meant.." He chokes and stops himself. A flash of guilt and shame wash over him and I quickly stride over and drop to my knees pulling him into a hug.

"Thank Z'en you're okay." I sigh and hold him tighter, my hand on the back of his neck, my fingers moving over the hair there. His arms didn't move to surround me, but I do feel him take another long inhale, his face towards my neck.

"How-" He cleared his throat, and lifted his head from my shoulder. "How did we get outside?" He asked looking around. Amber eyes. Not covered in black and possessed. Pulling back, I glanced over to where the soldiers were walking in and out of the temple then to him. Shoulder slumped, tired eyes and a rough battered body, but still holding together. "Imperials in a Temple?" He asked aloud. "Doesn't make sense. They wouldn't be here unless they got word from higher up to clear it out."

"I think they did." I say in agreement as his eyes focus back on Karnwyr. "Lead by an.. acquaintance of yours." I say carefully getting his eyes to move over to me.

"Of mine?" He scoffs. "Ladyship, you may have hit me a little hard on the head, but even with that, no-one comes to mind for something like this." He lifts a hand to rub his temple in question, the bruise already fading thanks to the healing potion.

"Right.." I wince and sit back on my heels. "Does it still hurt?" I ask and catch the way the corner of his eyes crinkle a bit when he touches near his hair at his temple.

"No more than my hangover this morning. Even then, its fading." He frowns, his face thoughtful.

"I was able to get a health potion in you while you were incapacitated." I feel my face heat a little when he watched me.

"How? When? I don't remember drinking one."

"Well you did." I state, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

"I was awake for this?" His hand drops from his temple.

"Not really.."

"I was knocked out and you gave me a potion?"

"Isn't that what I just said?"

"How? Or better yet, why?"

"Are you asking me why I would give you means of healing?"

"After what just happened, colour me surprised you even let me live." He gritted out. Slowly I stood, my face cooling.

"You were injured and could have been bleeding out for all I know. I wasn't going to let you die, let alone kill you in a place like that. You, hell, anyone deserves a better place to die than one filled with miasma. And secondly, that wasn't you."

"Did you kill the sonofa bitch who did this?" He asked through gritted teeth making me nod my head.

"I did."

"Well that's still a pleasing thought. Now, back to this acquaintance, as you called it, of mine?"

"Yes."

"Who is it?" He asked, and it was at that moment that the sound of metal touching down on stone had me turning to gesture to Casavir who looked calm, cool and collected with a shining sword at his side. "Ugh, that's just great." My eyes moved back to Bishop and his bitter tone at the sight of Casavir. "If it isn't everyone's favourite white Knight." Bishop sat straighter at the sight of him. His face had matched his tone then shifted back into his neutral expression. "I was not expecting to see you here." He glanced at the statue, then back to Casavir. "But, the irony of it all definitely suits you." He moved to stand, Karnwyr at his side, keeping his piercing gaze on Casavir.

"I was merely sent here to help sort out this temple and assisted her. From what she has told me, is much of the same as you are doing, Bishop." Casavir's voice held that tone of doubt though.

"She doesn't need you. Go help someone who wants your holy righteousness, it's wasted here."

"From what happened in the temple, I should say it was needed. And it was not wasted."

"What?" Bishop's head snaps to me. I suppressed the urge to shift my feet under his hard stare.

"It was a little... overpowering by myself and Casavir did help me."

"And in return, she has agreed to accompany me." Casavir stated with a resemblance of smugness when Bishop sent me a scalding sideways look.

"Accompany you?!" His voice rose looking to him before snapping back to me. "With what?" It was a question, but felt like a demand.

"A ball. But that's if my evening is free depending on what I discuss with my contact." I say defensibly. Bishop takes a sharp breath and turns to Casavir, his face calm but I could see the anger held underneath.

"That so?" Bishop turns to Casavir who looks back at him coldly.

"I thought a lady such as herself would take pleasure in raising her moral aptitude on its decent into Oblivion while in your own accompaniment." Bishop returned Casavir's jab with a cold neutral look.

"A night with you and she'll be bored out of her mind."

"My presence would be nothing but boring." Casavir straightened, his tone factual, though his brows did furrow a little.

"I'm right here fellas." I stress, but they only glare at eachother, my words falling on deaf ears.

"You think to highly of yourself, Paladin." Bishop scoffs and looks to me. "I wouldn't take everything he says at face value, princess." He turns his sharp gaze back to Casavir. "He isn't half the saint he pretends to be." He crosses his arms over his chest, meeting Casavir's eyes. Looking between the two of them, Casavir stood maybe an inch or two above him. The sizes of some men in this area.. It was still something I had to absorb. I was brought out of the thought when Bishop shrugged before adding, "I'm all but willing to bet that she'd dive headfirst into Oblivion's flames; anything to feel alive again."

I felt my lips part in shock at his words, my eyes darting between them. "Whoa now." I managed to get out, my words reaching out between them to stop this intensely bitter barking at one another.

"I seem to recall you making poor bets on lives in the past." Bishop stood straighter, his body language changing into one of barley held anger. That had the hair on the back of my neck rising, but for a reason I couldn't decipher at the moment. From the sounds of it, they did have history. And the looks of it, glancing between them, it wasn't good, that much was clear. "With your record, I myself would be willing to bet that she was feeling quite alive in that temple. Almost choking with it, while you laid on the ground feet away. An interesting image, wouldn't you say?" Casavir tilted his head slightly, an air about him that had me swallowing apprehensively.

"Image? This coming from the worst kind of liar." Bishop shot back. That had Casavir's blue eyes narrow on him. I could have sworn they darted between me and Bishop.

"What do you mean?" Casavir asked, his body straightening to its full height. Bishop no doubt notice, but didn't make a move to match it.

"You want people to accept you so badly, that you put up a false image you convinced yourself is the truth. Hiding behind that temple cloak of yours." Bishop's chin jerked vaguely towards the symbol on his armor. He didn't so much as flinch when Casavir lifted an armored finger to his face, his face hardening in warning.

"Hold your tongue, Bishop." Casavir looked like he was on the verge of vibrating. "It would be unwise of you to start on a path and not see it through." His blue eyes moved to me, lingered before moving back to his. Slowly, his hand dropped, so did the edge to his voice and was replaced with one that I could have sworn bordered on smug. "Then again, it would rack up another poor decision on your part. A feeling I'm sure you are familiar with." Casavir returned and took a startled step back when Bishop took a large one toward him, hand moving to his dagger on his hip. Rushing between them, I put a hand up stopping Bishop's advance.

"Enough!" I snap, the power in my voice drawing them both to a stop. Bishop was breathing heavily while Casavir just returned his glare. "Alright, I don't know what the history between the two of you but this isn't the time."

"Forgive me, my lady. I didn't mean to cause you more distress." His voice softened, as did his expression when he looked to me, his head bowing a little. I heard a growl from Bishop, felt the vibration slightly under my hand. He turned and walked away, his back tense.

"Thank you." I returned and dropped both my hands. "We will head back to Solitude and search for my contact. When I have word, I will find you then."

"When you are ready to speak to me," he looked to Bishop who was pacing a few feet from us with his arms crossed. "and away from prying ears, I will be stationed at Solitude. I look forward to speaking to you again, my lady." He bowed and moved on down the stairs, leading the imperial troops down the path that could lead toward or away from Solitude. Looking back, Bishop was watching him, his expression failing to hide his irritation. Karnwyr certainly looked better as he perched at Bishop's feet. Simply looking up at Bishop as he walked and talked had eased his worries. As well as mine.

"Ready to head back?" I asked as I got near him.

"Yeah." He looked between me and the hill again. "His accompanying comment… He isn't joining us for our journey, is he?" He asked tensely. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes and started back toward the path.

"I don't know." I shrug sarcastically. "He can handle himself and is a good healer." I rub a hand over my ribs, pleased when no pain was felt under my armor then turn my head to the road leading to Solitude.

"Then I'll leave." His words were short and had me stopping midstep, the clench in my chest must have been from a lingering wound from earlier. Not his words. Or at least, that was I was convincing myself as I turned to face him.

"What?" I ask, feeling a little thrown.

"I'll leave; simple as that." His face was stern, the clench in my chest hitting twice leaving me to gape at him.

"I was jesting, Bishop." Even as I tell him, he runs a hand over the back of his neck, not looking convinced.

"Didn't sound like you were." His hand drops from his neck resting on his hip. His body was tense, his face irritated. He sounded and looked like he was ready for a different kind of fight. Karnwyr was beside him, looking around, his gaze unsure. I find myself sighing at the predicament I now saw myself in.

"Are we really going to do this now?" I ask, my voice and body feeling drained by the second.

"Maybe we should." He shoots back making me look at him, confusion clear on my face.

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"For a moment or two you sounded like you were pleased with the idea of him following you around."

"I don't even know him." I counter and inhaled sharply when he stepped close.

"You didn't know me, either. Yet you jumped at the chance to join me." He countered, making my clench my teeth.

"You were different." I admit and only get a scoff in return.

"What, because I was having a bit of trouble finding Karnwyr and you just wanted to help?" He threw at me, his arm gesturing to Karnwyr by his side making me nearly take a step back. "Different." He sneers the word with a shake of his head.

"You are." I say tightly and hate the way my back stiffened when he got close. He scoffs and runs a hand over his head, his eyes anywhere but on me.

"Like him being a Paladin, a white knight and me being a ranger?" He looked back at me and I feel my chest ache again.

"It goes beyond titles." I state and hate the look of doubt he sends my way.

"Well, you seem to be rather comfortable going with another man for an evening out despite you knowing him all of what, an hour, at best?"

"That is not what's going on here!" My voice rose, my anger that had been burning low rising to the surface. "And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." I poke a finger at his arm and took a small speck of pleasure seeing his eyes flame up.

"I'm not." He grunted out, narrowing his eyes away from me. "S'not like you're some prize to be one." He snaps making me glare.

"You bet your ass I am." I state, stepping closer getting his attention, his face still angry.

"Oh, you think so?" He asks, his irritation clear. I step close and jab a finger on his chest again.

"I know so." I stated. If he couldn't see it, then he needed to stop acting like this and pull his head out from his ass. Again. "I could name all the reasons why I would be to you, but I don't have hours to waste and I have places to be." I huff and swallow tightly. "And not only all of the things that makes me a 'prize' as you so generously put it, I'm the goddamn Dragonborn!" I shout, my irritation snapping. That had him pause for a moment, before he returned to glare at me.

"Then why not ask him to join you?!" He shouts, his face close to mine making my fists tighten at my sides. And not from anger...

"I'm not going to." I manage to say, my throat tightening.

"Why not?" He countered. And I, using it as a defense, resorted to my sarcasm again.

"Why one or the other? Having you both around would be so much more fun!" I reply and can't help but feel like I was poking the darkness that Casavir had brought up with the way he was looking at me.

"You can fucking forget it! I will not, nor will I ever be, traveling with that damn Paladin!" He spit out, his eyes moving to the direction of where Casavir's men had headed.

"So it seems." I say, on a short exhale, following his gaze. "Are you going to let me in on the bad blood between you too?"

"No." He breathes out on a sigh. "I don't."

"Then are you just going to stew about it and take it out on my unknowing self?" I jab and receive a hard glare again.

"And what if I do?" He throws back and I let out a frustrated groan, taking a step away from him, my hands coming up to rub at my temples.

"How in the fucking hell is that fair?!" I rub in hard circles before I drop them to my sides. "I swear, ranger. Sometimes I wanna shake you so hard your teeth rattle in that hard head of yours."

"Then why do you want me hanging around, anyway? I might as well be heading back now, that way I won't get in the way of your little date."

"Its not a date!" I shout back while he simply scowls.

"Call it whatever the fuck you want! If you think the Paladin is a better match for you then-" he scoffs, "then you don't need someone like me to-"

"Like you?" I ask cutting him off.

"Yeah, like me, ladyship!" He snaps and runs a hand over his neck, pacing again. "Someone who was unable to fight whatever the fuck I have buried in me and turns on you. Someone who just has no mind to care about the other person. Just grabs and takes just like-" He had stridden over to me, his arms moving, hands going into wide claws and stopped abruptly, the words falling from his lips. A look of confusion, alarm and mortification passed over him and it took me a quick second to figure out why.

My hand had lifted to cover my exposed shoulder and recoiled from him.

I'd flinched...

His whole demeanor changed.

His face softened into one of guilt, his large gloved hands relaxed and lifted to go to my shoulders, paused midair on a shaken breath. "No." It was a harsh guttural whisper and for a second, I thought his hands started shaking before they dropped to his sides, clenching tightly. "Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm heading back. I need a drink." He muttered and stalked off, leaving me to watch him as he stalked off, Karnwyr on his heels.

My anger shifted into something I couldn't describe as I tried to get my breathing under control watching his retreating back until it was gone from my sight.. Taking a moment, I looked around myself at my surroundings, taking a slow breath to calm my heated body at the frustration of the day. Noticing where I stood, I almost let out a huff of a laugh.

I was in the middle of a large hill.

'You can continue to climb or turn back around. No one will shame you for trying your best when things got to hard and knowing when you should stop a climb. But know that no climb worthwhile is an easy one.'

My mother had told me that…

Taking a long shaky breath, I lift a hand to my throat, my fingers searching some the charm that no longer was nestled there. No shame, huh? Straightening, I drop my hand. Looking up at the top of the hill, I shift my weight from foot to foot and start to make my way down hill and back towards Solitude all the way, my mind plagued with thoughts on Bishop and Casavir.

I was rash to be selfish in regard to being more with him when things were raveling out of control for this country. If today was a sign, then I should be taking it.

I shouldn't be thinking about men.

I should be working towards finding way to help these people.

Right?

A wise man once said 'The wants of the many outweigh the wants of the few.'

Then again, he made a weird sign with his hand and wore a lot of blue.

My wants… should have to wait.

It wasn't the first time I had felt that before.

So instead, I could lock them away. I try my best to tie the strips of my armor so that the top of my breast to my collarbone wasn't getting nipped from the cold winds.

Then again..

I said I would give Bishop a chance, and today was.. a clusterfuck. But it's not like it was his fault, he was after all, possessed. Or he had been playing me and his real harsher self rose to the surface. I chew on the corner of my bottom lip. But he fought it. I tap the side of my head with the butt of my palm.

This was ridiculous.

Sighing, I shelve the mental argument that I had been stewing in my head for the better part of the hour upon seeing Solitudes gates, I simply straightened my spine and nodded to a guard who opened it for me.

I will admit that not seeing an execution as soon as you entered is both pleasing and disappointing. Like they set the introduction into their city at such a high level that one should almost wonder if it was a thing to expect.. The soldiers were moving a lot more, some in platoons, others simply minding the area. Thanking the guard who closed the gate behind me, I look and don't see Casavir anywhere. Or Bishop. I'm a little relieved.

Shaking my head, I start towards the Blue Palace, giving several gold pieces to a beggar on the way. His thanks gave me a calming warm feeling as I made way up the cobble steps. Getting closer I could see several people moving quickly, setting up decorations, taking tables out and laying fine white clothes over them. The ball. My stomach flutters at the thought as I go in to see the Jarl.

Upon seeing my clothes, she is most grateful and thanks me for my work. I add that me and my companion had taken a detour and cleared out Meridia's temple as well. Another mouthful of thanks and soon a hefty bag of gold in hand and permission to purchase a home in the city were given in return. As well as being appointed Thane of Solitude.

That had my brows rising.

Seems the outfits that I had so graciously shown to her had really made an impression and some of her court had requested some of their own make. They were pleased at the idea of moving more freely that the Radiant Raiment had orders coming in to keep them busy for some time.

The people were so thankful.

Smiling with a gentle bow, I took my leave with a new signet ring, and title in tow.

Thane.

I rub my fingers over my temple pushing an oncoming headache away. Do they hand out these title things like goddamn treats? The ring was quite nice.. But I didn't wear things like this. Dropping it in my pack, I start to the inn.

Entering, it was more crowded, a few soldier taking their lunch, a bard by the fire, a couple talking at a table and a dark elf that catches my attention sitting by himself.

I walk a step or two before I see Bishop, sitting in the opposite corner. Karnwyr nestled on his feet, sleeping by the looks of it. Bishop's eyes don't lift to the door or to me. They remain on the glass in his hand, his fingers over the rim. His whole demeanor exuded dark and dangerous.

I turn my gaze and continue to walk to the elf.

"Excuse me?" I call nearing him getting his attention on me.

"Yes?" His eyes meet mine and I offer a hopefully pleasant smile.

"Are you Malborn by chance?"

"Indeed I am." He sits up as I stand next to the chair opposite him.

I would say something along the lines of 'our mutual friend sent me, but I don't hold her in such regards. So instead I say;

"I believe we have been told to meet." I hold out my hand. "My name is Serlina." I supply when he reaches his own out to take mine. "Delphine sent me."

"Really?" He looks me over, his hand holding mine. "You're who she picked?" My attire was probably alarming, but hey, no need to be so snarky.

"I wouldn't say 'picked'." I shrug as I take the seat across from him.. "Don't look so disconsolate.. If I had known I needed a bigger first impression I would have cleaned up a bit." I joke and wipe a hand on my thigh ridding the dust a little.

He looks over my face as a waitress come to his table. I order some stew and a loaf of bread and a side of broth. I'm chilled and need to get warmth back into my body. Brushing loose hair behind my ear, I sigh and begin to settle into the chair when his screeches back a bit making me jolt. "I don't believe she sent someone like… you." He says sharply making my brows raise to my hairline.

"Someone like me?" I echo and watch his jaw grind side to side, a look of shock and anger making me go on high alert. "Look I know you have your worries, but Delphine sent-"

"A High Elf." He almost spits making me gap a little.

"Well, only half but-" I frown. "You.. can tell?" I ask and he nearly sneers.

"I've seeded myself among them enough to know even the smallest hint of that type of blood." His eyes pin me to my chair as my food arrives. Neither of us move. He most likely didn't want to make a big scene out of it, but I was too tired and cold.

"Well, Delphine says the Thalmor have been hunting her for years and she hadn't picked up on it. So good on you." I say on a shrug as I bring the bowl of broth to my lips and blow gently before taking a sip. The sting on my tongue is welcomed as warmth fills my chest. Looking back to Malborn, I can see his hesitation. "I understand if you are apprehensive of me, Malborn. I would be too knowing your history." I set the bowl down but keep my hands wrapped around the wood, pleased that my fingers now have feeling in them. "But I didn't have to show and was worried that you wouldn't since you weren't here upon arrival." I send a sideways glance to the inn around us.

"Forgive me if I wasn't at your leisure or convenience." His tone has me sitting back in my seat, the broth still in my hands. "I had some things to purchase for the party. Wine and such."

Not including what the Imperials needed with him.

"I understand if you have a life or tasks to do outside this particular one. I, more than anyone can relate to having many tasks to complete in my time." I take another sip sighing at the spreading warmth. "But I haven't personally given you any reason to snap at me other than half of my face." I take a good long sip of the broth and set the bowl down as he glares at me.

"And if I continue to do so?" He questions, no doubt tempted to see what my intentions are.

I can't help the image that comes to mind and a smirk graces my lips. Raising the bowl to my lips I shrug and say;

"I'll do the same thing to you that I did to Delphine." That had his eyes widening but flickered with caution.

"And what happened to her?" He asked as I drank the last of my broth. Setting the bowl aside I looked him square in the eyes.

"I'll take you and your attitude, pin you to the table until you stop acting like a total ass and then talk some sense into you until we can talk like reasonable adults." I shrug.

"You were able to get the jump on Delphine?" He asked, his doubt ringing clear.

"I was." I sit back and relax a little. "Now I didn't physically harm her, but her clothes needed a good stitching or two."

We sat for a few silent moments and slowly, his face slide into a small grin.

"Serves her right." He crosses his arms, over his stomach. "I can't stand her sometimes." He says on a long sigh then looks over me again. "So, what does a half blood like you want with the Thalmor?"

I tear a section of bread and dip it into the stew.

"I have my own personal thoughts about them and what they mean in this… idea that Delphine has." I shrug and bite into the bread. He raises a brow.

"Which are?"

"Her paranoia is blind to the fact that they can be so smug in their works that they don't even need to lie. They can but don't always work in the shadows like she seems to think."

"Like they're so blatant that others would think that they have to be lying about actually doing what they are really." He adds and I smirk. Pointing a finger at him I nod.

"Exactly. Its sounds complicated but that's what I think. They'd get some other group to do the work for them if they did need to work in shadows." I glance to a group of soldiers then to him again. "You work with the Thalmor. What do you think?" I ask and see him shift in his seat, his dark skin crinkling at the eyes as he thinks a moment.

"They aren't informed with whatever it is they're trying to do. Seems that all their archivists are pulling books from all over the place and just recently started inviting more and more people to 'talk'."

"Have you told this to Delphine?" I as and he nods tightly.

"She doesn't believe me." He sounded irritated and I didn't blame him.

"Delphine said something about it being fortified." I cross my arms, my mind whirling with questions and note making when he filled them in when he tightly nods again. "How many guards we talking here?"

"Many."

"Inside and out?"

"More so the deeper you get into the Embassy."

"New security at all?"

"A few."

"Any from the main land?"

"I don't know."

"Any that you are afraid of?" I ask gently making his eyes widen. "Making things difficult for you?"

"One." He says tightly. "He brings people down to talk in the cellar. I see them go in, but not out. He watched me and makes a point in telling me that if I don't watch what I do, I could be next." He shrinks at the thought and I bristle.

"Be sure to point them out when I get there if you can manage it. And you can get some gear in for me?"

"Yes. I can smuggle some equipment for you. Don't plan on bringing anything else in with you. These Thalmor take security very seriously so give me what you can't live without." He warns as I sit back and think it over.

I had a spare set of clothes I could give him, but nothing that could completely muffle my footsteps. My leg bounces up and down gently under the table as I think about my gear. Reaching into my bag I pull out a few things, muttering a few 'yes… no.. maybe I could- no.. no.. no'. A small bundle is placed between us and I gently push it over. My swords still on me, but my essential gear all good to go.

"This is all I need." I push the wrapped-up components and push them across the table and can't help but be amused at his shocked face.

"Not a lot here.. You're sure..?" He drawled, stressing the question.

"More things make more noise." That I knew from a little experience. "I'll make due when I get there. Trust me." I sound confident and he seems to look more relived than a second ago.

"I'll make sure to get it into the Embassy and send word to Delphine to meet you at the stables.. The rest is up to you." He takes the bundle and lifts a bag from the floor that I hadn't noticed and slips it inside before standing. "I'll find you at the party, don't worry."

"See you soon." I say over my shoulder and finish my meal. Slinking back in my seat, I fiddle with a string on my swords harness.

One down.

I sigh and glance out the window. There was still time and I still had a debt. The pit in my stomach returning. Seems I was going to a ball. Leaving some money on the table I stand. Just had to talk to Casavir and find out a few last-minute things. But before that, my eyes move to Bishop who is sitting in the corner, a glass in his hand and Karnwyr sleeping at his feet. Moving over to his table, he looks up then scowls back into his cup.

"Bishop?"

"Don't you have some knight in shining armour to go get dressed up for, now that the elf thing is sorted?"

Keeping tabs on me.. I figured. Sighing at his rude tone though, I dragged a chair over to sit. "I do, but I wanted to talk to you first."

"Haven't we spoken enough?" He returns as I settle. "Please. Help yourself. Sit." His obnoxious snide remarks had me snapping my eyes back to him.

"You will watch your tone when you speak to me, ranger." He rolls his eyes and takes a long sip. "And we were arguing. Not talking. And I'm done arguing." The glass meets the table with a sharp snap before he fills it again with a bottle on the table. "Look, I know it hasn't gone beyond your notice but just to remind you; I was there. I watched as something took over you that both of us don't know what it was."

He frowns, and I watch confusion followed by disgust cross his face. He pales as his disgust turns to self-loathing.

"Don't." The word is out of my mouth before I can stop it.

His frown deepens. "Don't what?" He stills and regards me with apprehension as his fingers roll the dark liquid glass in his hand.

"You aren't anything like him."

Bishop's eyes harden, but he says nothing, confirming that's exactly what he's thinking. Quickly, his mask of dark neutrality falls back into place. "Like who?"

"Come one, ranger. It's not like you to play coy." I jab and receive a bitter glare. "You know who I am talking about and whoever it is, left you looking a little.. shaken. But I can tell you, regardless of knowing that particular knowledge, you're not." My voice is adamant.

"We're cut from the same cloth." He mutters taking a longer sip, like it was more to himself than anything.

"No, you're not," I snap.

"Don't think that you know me." He repeats as he glares sideways at me know. "Just because you and I get a little hot and heavy now and then doesn't mean that you know me. Or who I've been, what I've done… who I've killed." He looks back at his drink. "You don't know me."

I take a small inhale through my nose and let it out.

I shrug. "You're right. I don't know what you've done, or who you we're in the past." Leaning forward, I turn my head to face him and wait till his amber eyes meet mine again. "But what I do know is that you struggled and fought back there. You faced those fears, those demons inside of you, whatever it might be, and you fucking fought back." I lay a hand on his forearm and am slightly relived when he doesn't pull away. He just turns his gaze back to the brandy. "I know it's not what you are. And I have a sense to think that whatever it was, was something that you were potentially capable of being."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is is that you recognized it. And didn't like the view it gave you." That got his gaze back on me. "You risk everything and in the end it seems like you came out to be a better man. And you can be. And you are."

"Why.. are you.. just.. why?" He drags the last word out, bordering on anger at his confusion before he takes another drink.

Why indeed…

His eyes to sharpen on mine as I turn thoughtful. "I don't run when my choices lead to a few bumps. I deal with them." I sit back and revel a little in the way his eyes warm on mine. "And the one I made just this morning hasn't changed."

"You may be the only one, ladyship." Its almost a whisper as he puts the glass down on the table, spinning it gently with his fingers.

"Then if I'm the only one in this room that thinks so then I will deal with that outcome if questioned or presented to me. But if you want to wallow in whatever anger that you have left over... then you can wallow. You can let it sit inside you until it's stews and become something toxic." I stand and tie my shawl over my shoulders. "I'll leave you with this final thought as I go and prepare for a night on the town;" his eyes lift to mine as I stand. "You have someone who sees you, Bishop. You have someone who sees the good that you fought to maintain when many odds were against you. You fought to be the better man. I saw it. I felt it! And if it wasn't for Casavir coming in and giving aid when he did, I don't know what would have happened." I scratch my forehead with my thumb then drop my hand. He growls low, taking a longer gulp of his drink. "But he aided us, more so me, since he didn't know at the time you were also there, when he didn't need to. Thus a debt was owed. And for that I will go out and get a… dress," I wince slightly, "that I will feel no doubt uncomfortable in; to repay it." I scoot the chair in and pause when he grunts at the thought. "But I will be here for when you want my help to sort through whatever it is-"

"I don't need your help, Princess. What I need is a few more stiff drinks." He raised the glass but his voice is low. Tight.. I nod and take a long breath.

"Alright. Whatever you need.. I'll put a tab down for the bar, it's the least I can do for… a friend.." I head to the bar to do just that and turn to the door when done.

I'm wandering in the center of town when I hear the sounds of clanking approaching armor from Solitude's main guard drew my gaze. My eyes fixed on the largest one. In the sunlight his armor appeared almost like a white night from the shine. He was like a beacon in his own way. Catching sight of me, I wave him down. Saying something to his squad, he separated from his group and joined me in the street.

"Hello Casavir." I blink a few times when he bows, his armor catching the light.

"Hello again, my lady Serlina." His voice is warm and welcoming, rumbling in that low octave that makes me take a small breath to steel myself from its effects.

"Just Serlina. Please." I smile when he nods.

"As you wish. Might I ask if you have an answer for me in regards to this evening?"

"Yes." I swallow, feeling nervous. Clearing my throat gently I meet his blue eyes. "I will be able to attend tonight as your guest." The smile that spreads on his face is pure charm.

"You delight me, my lady." He stands a little straighter, making me feel small again. "I am pleased that you will be accompanying me and my request."

"Yes. The only worry for me is that I do not have an evening dress and I don't know where I could find one on such short notice." I say looking around at the shops that were in view.

"There is an excellent shop here in Solitude called 'The Jewel.' They make many things for such occasions. They would have a fair selection for a lovely woman such as yourself." His words draw me in again, making me gently nod my head.

"And it would be?" I drawl, looking around unsure. He steps beside me, laying a hand gently between my shoulders as he points with his opposite hand at the market. I notice the door that is tucked away between two large planters on either side of the doorway. "Ahh. Thank you."

"You are most welcome." His pointing hand drops but his other remains on my back. "I have already spoken to the owner of the shop about you." He adds and I feel my mouth gap for a second.

"You work fast." I say tightly looking back up to him. "I hope she doesn't mind the late accommodation."

"Don't worry yourself with the cost. She and I have worked out the compensation for anything you would wish to purchase."

"I don't think that is necessary." I gap at him again, feeling slightly like a money leech. "I am more than capable of buying my own things for tonight."

"It would be my pleasure, Serlina. I insist." His words have me swallowing tightly. "Please, allow me this?" He asks and I find myself nodding, my eyes unable to move from his blue ones.

"Alright.. Thank you… for the offer." I step away and turn to head towards The Jewel, him keeping pace walking along side me. I notice a few people stare. "I will need to get ready at my room in the inn. Should I meet you at the Palace or?" I sound so unsure, my nerves getting to my throat as I drag the last word.

"When you are ready, I will be waiting be stationed at the gates and when will escort you to the Grand Crystal Ball."

"I must be honest with you; I have never been to something like this." I nibble on the bottom of my lip.

"I find that disappointing, Serlina." He frowns a little. "A lady such as yourself should have several attendings in her time." He sounds as displeased as he looks.

"Well… I had many things that took me away from them. But I'd rather not think of things such as that. Do you know what the ball will be like?"

"Honestly, I am unsure. Traditionally there should be great festivities although as a paladin I am unable to partake in a few of them."

"Ah yes. I have heard of vows of paladins being unable to drink, that true?"

"Yes. It would be unwise for me to partake and have my senses impaired. I must remain vigilant at all times."

"Makes sense." I nod as I look around. "This place is really starting to feel crowded. The party seems to have drawn many." I say offhandedly.

"My lady, may I inquire about the whereabouts of your companion?" Casavir asked as we neared the market. Looking to him, his eyes were moving around, scanning. Well, that came out of nowhere.

"Oh, um. He is… recovering." I point a thumb towards the Winking Skeever.

"Recovering?" He follows my point and for a moment I think his jaw grinds from side to side.

"Yes. Bishop took a few hits in battle and a hard blow to the head." I hold the fact that it was by me as we work our way through the market.

"I still have reservations about him being alongside you." His tone was unable to be missed. Irritated mixed with worry.

"Thank you for your consideration, Casavir. But I should take my leave and get a few things for tonight. I am looking forward to an enjoyable experience tonight." I say as I step under the stone archway.

"You are right, my lady." He bows a head and steps aside so I can step inside. "And so am I." With that, he turns and head back out of the market. Blowing a breath between my lips, I open the door and have to take a sharp breath in at the look of the shop.

It smells of lavender, subtle and welcoming. The stone is polished with high walls. The sight that has my eyes stuck is the sunlight that fills the whole room in natural light that streams in through what looks like crystal windows on a tree that stands proud. The bench under it makes me ache to sit and read a book for hours, basking in the light that shines down. My eyes move here and there, taking in the jewelry on the display tables, the line of well-made boots, coats hanging on hooks that look well enough to grace any lord with fine animal skins. The room was welcoming, but the bone rattling realization that this store was for those who bled gold had me lacing my fingers in front of me, so as not to touch a damn thing.

My aunt would have been proud.

"Welcome to The Jewel." A soft voice calls to my right. Turning to it, I watch as a lovely woman in fine clothes pass yards of pretty coloured fabric to another hand who moved quickly from the hall they had been standing it.

"I believe you may be expecting me?" I question shyly, my smile wavering at the sides.

"You are the Dragonborn?" She asks, her left brow raising slightly as she walked towards me.

"I am, but I prefer Serlina." I state and she looks me over.

"Well, Serlina, I am Victoria. Casavir has informed me that you would be coming. Welcome."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for the late notice, but I seem to be in needs of a dress."

"We shall see if we can find something both fitting and to your liking." She smiles and with a 'this way' gesture, motions me to a hall to my right. Following, she leads me to a room with a small stool with a large mirror that goes from floor to ceiling. "Do you have any colour you prefer?" She asks drawing a small notebook from her sleeve with a feather pen.

"Um.. I don't know." I admit and get a lifted glance from her paper.

"What about with your usual wear?" She motions to my armour with a small look of pain at its state.

"I wear what works." I say softly.

"Then that no longer works. Its barley being held together." She points a finger at it, motioning up and down.

"I can fix it myself." I say a little to quickly that has her looking a little perplexed.

"Why not just get new armour?"

"It holds sentimental value." My hands lift to cover as much of it as possible, as if protecting it from her. Her eyes soften and slowly show nods.

"I understand." She looks over me as she walks in a slow circle. She lifts a hand to my face, under my chin, lifting it before gently moving it side to side. "I can have a few dresses brought to your room to try on in a selection of colours that I think will look great with your skin tone.." She offers and I feel more at ease.

"Thank you, Victoria." I smile as she moves around me.

"Get undressed and set your belongings over there. I shall have one of our best ladies help you into them." She gestures to the small table and I untie my swords as she closes the door behind me. I hear heeled footsteps away from the room I am in and then Victoria call "Endarie! Can you help our lady in our right wing?" I can't hear the answer but soon, another pair of heeled shoes click towards me followed by the door opening again and in walks an Altmer. Her eyes move over me and then narrow.

"Hello?" Something about her face feels familiar, but I know I have never met her before.

"My sister has been busy no thanks to you." She says tightly and it clicks with the door behind her.

"I showed the jarl an outfit, just like I said I would." I shrug. "She still got business from high places."

"So, it seems." Her tone was still tight making me sigh. A knock came at the door and several dresses were brought in. Taking them in hand she turned to me with a smile on her face that had me feeling nervous again. "Time to return the favor. Let's get you all, laced up. Shall we?"

Swallowing tightly, I started undoing the ties to my armor.

Today has been very long. The night was looking no better..

AN:

Hello everyone! This chapter I was able to fly through and get out sooner than expected! Normally I would have posted this on Thursday but was delayed thanks to work.

We have finally met Casavir!

I wanted to take a different meeting than him just standing in Solitude and give him his own Knight in Shining armour moment. I thought it would help with the interaction between him and Bishop added with Malkoran gave him enough to work with for the whole second blow up.

Speaking of blow up, I gotta say, I was happily surprised when you guys messaged me asking questions and talking about the chapter! I love all your messages and reviews! Such joy it brings me!

Thanks for sticking with me this long! Next chapter is from our grumpy rangers POV and hopefully will be out soon like this one!

Hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think!

Until then!

Stay Romancing!

-IMME