Three riders travel to the Frozen county of Bruma, An elder monk from Weynon Priory, a young priest, and A Kvatch guard, none of them are what they seem to be. Barely a word is uttered as they traveled.
After three nights with no stops, they arrived at Cloud Ruler Temple, home of the Blades, Emperor's personal guard, on a cliff on the outskirts of the city of Bruma. It will serve as shelter for the illegitimate heir to the throne. After the priest gave a small speech, the Blades raised their weapons and shouted "HAIL THE EMPIRE! HAIL MARTIN SEPTIM!"
Martin looks to the Kvatch guard with a small smile "Not the best speech, right?" The woman just stares at him coldly before turning to the monk. "Jauffre, if you ever need my assistance, send word for me, My family has had experience in fighting Daedra and their toadies." The Monk looks at her confused "Of course, but where are you going?"
"To the Imperial City and then...I don't know, I just don't think it wise for me to be near….." She looks over at Martin and sighs. "I just don't think it wise for me to be here." She turns and heads for the gate.
Martin walks in front of Jauffre and shouts "What have I done to you?" She balls her fist but continues to walk. The young Priest runs to her and grabs her arm, "What grievance have I caused you!?" He forces her to turn and face him. "What heinous act have I done for you to hate me so?!"
Her vibrant green eyes darken as she swings her free arm and punches him with full force, causing him to fall to the cold stone floor. All were now watching, weapons at the ready.
"You wish to know?" She steps towards him. "I have followed the Gods' wishes, I have listened to my parents, done my chores, done my prayers, kept my nose clean!" She points to the sky. "To come and find My home in ruins, my mother under the rubble, DEAD! And I find out the reason Kvatch, my home, my mother, all that I know and love is destroyed," She points to him, "Is because of you! Because of you, my life is destroyed, Because of you, I have nothing left!" She stomps forward.
Martin scrambles back, flabbergasted, "I-i'm sorry?" "You're Sorry?!" The woman lets out a wicked laugh "Do you hear that everybody, Martin is sorry!" She picks him up by the robe and looks at him dead in the eye, speaking through her teeth, "Sorry will not fix my home, sorry will not bring my mother back!"
She shoves him away. A guard caught him before he hits the floor. She looksaround, seeing that the bowmen have their weapons ready and aimed. She takes a deep breath and looks to the Blades Master. "I think I should go." Jauffre nods, she looks down at the priest, "I pray to the divines you do not experience the heartache I have, Martin Septim." That last word dripping with venom hung in his mind as she leaves.