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Chapter Nine: Imprisoned

"Faen!" I cried out as the healer made another stitch on where the knife wound was on my shoulder. "I gave you two tankards of brandy you shouldn't be feeling this!" She argued with me. Sure I would be completely numb and drunk if I was fully human, but since that wasn't the case…it was gonna take more than two tankards to get me where she was thinking I would be. "And I fucking told you it would take more than two tankards." I hissed at her. There was a knock on the door and we looked over to see Jauffre and Martin a little taken aback-probably from my choice words.

She quickly bowed though in doing so she yanked the thread that was still attached to the needle and my skin which earned another cry of pain from me. "No need for that, and please stop torturing my friend here." Martin informed her. The healer nodded and resumed back to stitching me up. "We thought you were being amputated from the way you were crying out." Jauffre informed me as the two men entered the room.

"She's just milking it, Grandmaster." She informed Jauffre. "Nei, du hører ikke på meg." I hissed under my breath. "Yes well, when you're done stitching her up, you may go. The Emperor and I wish to speak with her in private." Jauffre informed her. She nodded and I sighed in relief as she grabbed a knife to cut the thread, a sign that I was done with this torture. "I was just finishing up." She assured him then looked at me. "Make sure you watch that tongue of yours around our Emperor." She said sternly.

"I will do my best." I replied dryly as she stepped out of the infirmary leaving me alone with the two men. "I'm sure you have questions, as well as you are aware we as well have questions for you." Jauffre informed me. I snorted at his statement and leaned back in my seat. "Understatement of the era, Jauffre. I was being dragged around from Weye to your priory with little to no information what was going on and who anyone was…really, and apparently, I was still not given the whole story because I come to find out Martin here is our late emperor's son which makes him our new emperor." I pointed out.

Jauffre cleared his throat and looked over at Martin then at me. "I do apologize for the secrecy, my lady, but it was for Martin's safety we tried not to talk about it. You did encounter the assassins in the priory did you not?" Jauffre asked. I took a deep breath, as I started to realize Martin's situation was somewhat similar to mine. I was so focused on the fact I wasn't being told anything I didn't bother putting together the fact Martin was being targeted by daedric cult assassins and had to flee from his home because it was attacked and he isn't sure who to trust, and all of this must be difficult for him to wrap his head around.

"Though now I wish to speak to you on how you know so much about daedra, and Martin said you took an amulet from one of the cultists." Jauffre pointed out, and I noticed his hand start to hover towards the hilt of his sword. Shit! He thinks I'm a cultist!

"Get your hand away from your blade, sir, there's no need for that. I'm not a cultist I can understand why you assume that but my knowledge of daedra was thanks to my mentors, and my interest in these cultists is from a more personal matter." I assured him. I was feeling uneasy when I saw he didn't move his hand away from his sword. "You're not helping your case here." Jauffre informed me. I blinked and looked at him confused. "I'm not a cultist dammit! How many times do I have to say this!" I snapped. Martin looked over at me then at Jauffre and stepped out of the room as a couple of Blades entered the room. "Take her upstairs to one of the available chambers and keep a guard posted." He ordered. "How many times do I have to fucking say this! I'm not a godsdamn cultist!" I hissed as they grabbed my arms.

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"Jævla drittsekk." I hissed under my breath as I paced around in the room they locked me up in. I thought I was pretty clear I wasn't a cultist, but I guess not. "You can't keep me in here for being falsely accused!" I shouted at them. "Quiet, Emperor Slayer!" The guard outside my door barked.

Emperor Slayer? I didn't murder the emperor!

"Work on your insults there, Hjerneløs." I informed him as I sat down on the floor by the door, realizing I'll be here for a while. They confiscated all my weapons and the amulet I took from that dead cultist, and the only spells I knew wouldn't help me, 'I'm not a cultist' argument since they're mostly vampiric magic and a couple of apprentice level destruction spells. Wouldn't help me there. "Could you guys at least give me a book or something since I'm in here?" I called out. "No!" He barked. I groaned and leaned against the wall.

I wish I was back at the tavern now or home. At least I wasn't locked up for wrongfully be accused of being a cultist. If I get out of here I'm going to make Espen cough up my pay, head to the nearest tavern, and try to get drunk.

Author's Note:*TRANSLATING TIIIIIIIME!*

Faen: I'll translate it anyway even though I have translated it in another chapter…it means 'Fuck' in Norwegian according to google translate.

Nei, du hører ikke på meg: According to google translate it means in Norwegian 'No, you're just not listening to me you dumbass.'

Jævla drittsekk: According to google translate it means in Norwegian 'Fucking assholes'.

Hjerneløs: According to google translate it means in Norwegian 'Brainless'