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.

20. Drunk Minds and Sober Hearts

AN:

Hello all! Thank you so much for your patience! Chapter has a little fluff, so be prepared!

Enjoy!

-IMME

I had been able to get Jack back on his ship, thanks to the help of his crew, who had been wondering where he had been for several hours. I found them to be shockingly idiotic since he hadn't managed to get too far, so that goes to show that they didn't really look very hard. They had offered me a tour of the ship and I still got that sinking feeling in my stomach I got from when my father had told me of when several hundred of Kothringi people boarded ships in hopes of finding a cure for the Flu from across the sea.. They had been turned away; my father had said. They never even got to make port. They just sailed back and forth. Was it vessels like this that my people had boarded in hopes of becoming well? With it's large and sturdy sails and sea fairing crew? It was no doubt spacious for a decently sized crew, but for so many people.. I shivered, and not from the wind.

Not even for my life would I ever board a ship to cross the waters. Ever.

Looking back towards the steps, Bishop was no where to be seen.

He had swum, that made me pleased. Walking back towards the stairs, I scan around, wondering where the irritating man was.

I shouldn't have told him, I thought with a sigh as I began to climb back up the stars. I had managed to not do so until now, what was a few more days?

My steps abruptly stopped as I reconsidered my thoughts.

Days?

I find myself asking. It seemed so.. odd.

It was like I knew he and I would still be in the same traveling group, despite our argument, when others would leave. And yet, I didn't want to leave his side. I should have. He was becoming frustrating and yet.. I glanced up at the night sky and frowned when the sky was covered in clouds. How fitting, I thought. Nothing was clear anymore.

The nights still young, I though and started up the stairs again. Passing an Argonian that was moving boxes, I think back to Kasa-Jeen and what we had spoken of in the tower…

Several hours earlier…

The view is stunning here, I thought to myself as I overlooked the city that was almost laid at our feet.. Shopkeepers calling out their wares on the light breeze as people walk around while children ran about playing games. My eyes glancing to the red banners that fluttered now and again had my spine stiffening, the image to far away to be seen clearly.

"Have you been in Skyrim long?" Kasa-Jeen asked drawing my attention from the town below.

"Just a little over a month now." I sigh and look to her. "I was in Morrowind before here. I was with my uncle for a few years."

"Ah. Your father took ill I take?" She said it softly but the question still made me ache a little in memory.

"He did." I said, swallowing tightly.

"And you are… well?" She asked and I looked at her with an almost mocking look.

"I wouldn't say that." I admit before I found myself telling her everything. My brother leaving, un-answering my letters while my father was ill, my stay with my uncle after my father had passed, my travels to Skyrim, my near beheading, becoming Dragonborn.. Everything.

It felt.. Good. relieving to get all of it off my chest to an actual set of ears, not just paper.

She sat in silence as I spoke, letting the words sink in. I finished and after a second or two of silence, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small clear bottle. The iridescence of the liquid is unmistakable and makes my eyes widen as she uncorks the top.

"Is that… daril?" I ask as she brings the bottle to her lips and takes a small sip. Daril, literally meaning "seeing everything in ecstasy", was a drug that could only be digested by Argonians and could not be taken safely by any other race. Not without serious consequences.

Like death.

"It is." She says, her eyes squeezing shut after a moment.

"Why..?" I trailed off when she held up a scaled finger.

"That's… a lot to process." She says and put the bottle away, her eyes reopening. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"No kidding." I murmur quietly. "Sorry to unload all of this on you." I squeezed my eyes shut, the twinge of guilt making me question if I really should have told her or not rising in me, making me swallow hard.

"Ah, don't be. I'm surprised your not drunk in a tavern somewhere." She instead says with a wave of her hand.

"The thought had crossed my mind, I'll admit, but I'm not much of a drinker. And even if I was.. From what I feel is unfolding…" I inhale and let the breath steady me then let it out. "Do you honesty think I should? That I would? Could?" I ask, enunciating my questions. She sits and leans her head against the cool stone walls as her tail wraps around her.

"What about the ranger in your company?" She jerks her head to the stairs.

"What about him?" I ask, making sure to keep my tone light but my stomach did tighten at her question.

"I see how you look at him." Her eyes crinkled a bit in good humor. "And how he watches you would have made your father bury him." She playfully squinted her eyes at me. "In. Moments." She enunciated with a jab of her finger to enunciate each word. I think about it for a moment and the thought of my father meeting Bishop has me letting out a laugh.

"Can't say I look at him in any way. I barley know him." I say with a small shrug

"Well, it looks like you do, both look and know him." She points out and I have to roll my eyes to keep myself from growing warm.

"Well, since your so nosy about my ranger-"

"Your ranger?" She echoes and I make a point in carrying on.

"-you have your sights on anyone in particular?" I ask and her gaze warms, and a smile pulls at her mouth.

"I may or may not have an ongoing tryst." She may as well have blushed at the way her tail swishes side to side.

"Wiiith?" I drawl.

"Jaree-Ra." She sighed, smirking. "He's a little on the wrong side of the law." She explained and I scoffed.

"You always had a thing for misbehaving boys." I tease and her eyes meet mine.

"And you?" She tilts her head to the stairs leading down. "You have an attraction for the broody rogue ones?"

"He's.." I run a hand over my hair, letting my fingers comb through the strands where it hangs over my shoulder. "I've never been this drawn to someone before. I've flirted, even kissed a man or two, but never have I wanted to.." I take a steadying breath even as heat fills my face as I rub my palms over my thighs. "Get closer. Touch without restraint-"

"So why don't you?" She asks and I feel a cold blanket settle over me.

"Because I have been able to survive staying in the shallow end of this knowledge pool and I haven't lost sleep over it." Up until recently..

"You always did suck at swimming." She teases and I nudge her tail with my foot.

"Swimmer or not, I never.. had time." I admit on an exhale.

"There's always time to go and have a quick.. swim." She lifted her tail and let it drop to the floor again, the movement absent minded.

"I didn't." She gave me a skeptical look. "Seriously! I mean I-I never sought out that kind of attention when I was living with my father and brother, and when he left, I tended to my father when he took ill. He died and I mourned, yet I never sought out that kind of… comfort." I swallow, feeling the pain from years ago resonate deep inside me. "Then I was in Morrowind with family, and even then the other High Elves kept me at an arms distance since I wasn't truly one of them, and they made a point in reminding me so at every opportunity. Then I was sent away and came here and, well, you know the rest."

Kasa-Jeen nodded her eyes watching me and slowly they filled with understanding.

"No time indeed."

"So I should stay in the shallows, not give in to every spark I feel. If I did, I wouldn't be here." I cross my arms and lean against the stone. "I can't afford to get lost in someone who makes me want to throw caution to the wind. That's how people with no knowledge base of things drown."

"That sounds like a partial answer to me." She squints at me. "Now give me the rest."

Shit.

I look away and scowl. "It's a mess of answers." I mutter and sigh when she chuckles at me.

"Then get them out." She holds her arms open, welcoming my words. "Why hold back now?"

She was right.

"Right now, somethings brewing and I'm part of it, that much I feel for sure, so I can't afford to just go on a selfish streak and go diving in headfirst into waters that I can't tread in.. Despite the fact that his kiss alone makes me want to.." I clear my throat when her brows raise and make me look away. "And when we do make ground, we takes 3 steps back. One minute he's cold and closed off, then he's flirty and sweet, then rude and distant…" I sigh and rub my fingers over my eyes.

"Multilayered. Sounds interesting." She sighed as I slide along the stone wall until I'm resting on the floor with her.

"It's frustrating is what it is. I saw the way he looked at me, recognized it and thought 'I'm just something new to conquer,' new prey to hunt down and have his way with." I say with a frown and cross my arms over my chest.

"I can't help but hear a 'but now' at the end of that sentence." She gently prods making me nod gently.

"But now.. Now I don't know what to think. He's so damn confusing." My fingers lift to the stone at my neck. "Then again," I lift a shoulder and drop it. "I might be no better. Here I am saying 'no, we can't do this,' then the next minute I am all but a wanton harlot in his arms." I cover my face with my hands. "I don't know what to do."

"What do you want to do?" She asks and I let out a rueful laugh.

"What I wanted to do was find my brother, knock some sense into him and simply get some answers. That's if he wasn't dead." I drop my hands. "Now.. I want to fix whatever is happening to our world, keep it from going to hell." Even if the aspect of it scared the living shit out of me.

"And you can't do that.. While having a bedpartner?" She asked and I was quiet for a moment.

"Not if it means he distracts me from the more important goal that has been put in my path." I wished I sounded more certain.

"What if he could become part of the reason you fight?" She asks and I slouch a bit. He steadily already was becoming one.

"Then… I would be more afraid if I should fail.." I admit as she looks me up and down.

"So why not part ways?" She asked. "If it's to hard for you, or to much, why not part and finish whatever it is you have started, then find him again?" She asked and I shifted, crossing my leg one over the other and chew on the bottom corner of my lip, saying nothing. Why not indeed. "You know who you sound like right now?" She asks and I ponder that a moment. Then, I shake my head.

"No." I say quietly and then, she delivered a small piece of my past that had me almost shaking.

"You sound like your father." She says as a pressure lands on my chest and makes me stop breathing for a moment. "He too was feeling like this when he met your mother. Afraid to fight for what was right when something so…" She frowned. "What was the term your father used to say?"

I don't even have to think about it.

"Astronomical." I supply, my mouth feeling dry as it wrapped around the word I hadn't uttered in.. years.

"When something so astronomical landed in your fathers path, he was plagued, no doubt, with thoughts such as yours." She stood up, looking, even with a harp on her hip, so strong and sure as she offers a scaled hand to me. "Then, you should give him a chance to help you decide what you want to do. Just as he did with your mother." She helps me stand up and I cant help but waver on unsteady legs.

"How will I know?" I asked as we walked back down the stairs.

"All roads lead to the same conclusion eventually." She shrugs as I walked into the room, Bishop sat with Gorron with his usual neutral face on, his expression still gruff but the edges weren't as stiff. Then his eyes had moved to me and his face softened. My heart had skidded a little and I internally sighed.

'Give him a chance.'

I suppose we could talk-

"Come 'ere!"

The shout had my head snapping up as I come back to the present time as I reached the top flight. I knew it was Bishop but he sounded off.

I scratched Karnwyr's damp head when he padded over to me as the sight of Bishop sitting on overturned boxes came into view.

"Enjoy your swim?" I call to him, wiping my wet hand over my pants as his head bob a little.

"Yup. Made me a little worn out though." He scratched his nose and teetered on his box.

"I should hope so." I murmured as I got closer. He held out a hand to me and waved for me to get closer. After a few strides uphill I stood a foot away from him and found myself frowning. His posture was different, looser than I was used too.

"You look.." His eyes moved over me, lingering near my stomach and legs. It wasn't a heated look.. More like a thoughtful one. "Like a comfy place to lay my head.." Was Bishop… Slurring? I walk a little closer to find him having more of a lost look across his face.

"You feeling alright over there, ranger?" I ask, concern ringing clear to my own ears as I reach over to touch his forehead with the back of my fingers. He was warm and his eyes fluttered a little at the press of them. Did the water make him- the sound of glass clattering onto stone drew my eyes and I saw a bottle roll past my feet, the liquid pooling underfoot.

"I'm fine. I feel fine." His slow blinking at slightly bloodshot eyes making me nearly groan.

"You sure?" He and I both had gotten a little angry back there and now, now I just didn't feel like hashing out some more, instead I was concerned as to how he seemed no better off than the pirate in such a little time. It couldn't have been an easy ride and angry fast drinking could lead to many problems. "Come on. Let's get you and I back to the inn."

"Get laid! Good plan." His lips tilted up in a drunken smirk and I rolled my eyes as I lifted him from his box.

"That's not what I meant, ranger and you know it." Empty bottles rolled around his feet, nine in total. Damn. And from the smell of them, they were potent. He shouldn't even be standing but it would be a lot harder for me to move him if he wasn't.

"I know… You know, for a pirate…" He frowned and leans his head toward me. "What was his name?" He asked as I kicked a bottle away and lifted his arm around my shoulders.

"Jack?" I supply as I wrap an arm around his waist and lift him up wincing when he droops a little. Damn, he was solid.

"Yeah…" He nodded, a little too exaggeratedly. "His drinks taste awful!" He burped and winces. "I can still taste it in the back of my.." He spaces out for a second then frowns as we make our way up the hill.. He gestures to his neck, making me watch with my brows raising. "My.. throat!" He exclaims, seemingly proud that he could recall the word he was looking for. His breath is mixture of alcohol that made me almost wince. "What's with the nose, it's all crinkly." A finger tapped the end of my nose, making me blink.

"You smell like the wrong end of a bottle, that's what." I say sharply. "And why did you drink it if it tasted bad?"

"T'was the only thing close by." He slurs and I feel my irritation simmer again.

"Your impossible. One argument and you resort to having a few drinks, as if the problem would have disappeared by the time you were done." Which it didn't, not by a longshot.

"You.. infuriating woman!" Blowing a breath between his lips, he scowls as my own temper perks up yet again. "If you had the life I had, hell, the night I had, you'd be drinking too!" His tone had me looking at him with a mixture of emotions.

"I was the other in the argument of the night, so I have had the night you have and now-" I exhale a sharp breath and wave it away. "You were the one who started getting all macho, when we had been getting along fine." I threw back and blinked a few times when he had a brief look of pain cross his face.

"Look, I didn't say you were wrong." He said quietly, making me stop a mid-step. "You just.. keep messing up the way I have always lived. S'not fair." He finishes on a slur and my chest clenches uncomfortably.

You keep messing up the way I have always lived…. How fucking appropriate. I swallow and move us on.

"Well, the same goes to you, ranger." I murmur as I press us onward, even if I have to grit my teeth when he teeters a little up the path. Why was there such a long hill?! "Do you know your staggering and slurring?" I ask. "For someone in your state, you seem pretty self aware."

"Hey! If you can find your ass with both hands, you aren't drunk!" He points to me with his free hand and I nearly snort.

"Seems you can't find yours, even if I gave you directions. And a map." I mutter and almost gasp when his hand slide from my shoulders to just above my waist to the curve of my own.

"Well I could find yours just fiiine." He drawled.

"I said your ass." I said and push my shoulder against him as I feel my cheeks betray me with a flush of heat, but no doubt the lack of light helped keep it hidden. "See? You even managed to overlook the one specification I said."

"Yours is better."

"Thanks. I worked hard on it." I smirked when he let out an amused snort that, damn him, had me smirking. He leaned close to my face, the scent of the alcohol on his breath making me leaned away from him to look at him squarely. His eyes met mine, and looked like they struggled to focus. He blinked once, twice, making him lean away as if to see me better. "Why's there two of you now?" The question had my stomach clenching in slight alarm.

"Oh no," I groan lightly and snap out a candlelight spell. The ball of light floating around us giving me better view even if I have to blink a few times against the light. I watch his eyes as I hold up three fingers, my thumb, my index and my middle. "How many fingers do you see, ranger?" He blinks again, seemingly thrown off by the question. He narrows his eyes as he focuses on my hand, his body wavering a little.

"I don't fucking know! To-" he tilts his head down, chin to chest and burps low then looks back to my hand, squinting. "Tooo many." He drags out a few vowels here or there, making me nearly roll my eyes only to have them lock back on him when he lets out a.. giggle..? "It's funny," he explains, leaning towards me, "cause you don't have that many fingers." He wiggles his own towards me and I have to bite my cheeks to keep from smirking. Intoxicated Bishop was playful. Loose. I sigh in relief now that we've reached the gate. I send a pleading look to the guards who helped me with the large gate. One offered to take Bishop from me and he growled, leaning closer to me. "No. No one touches me."

"I'm touching you." I say and he groans, the sound a mixture of pleasure and pain as the gate creaked open.

"I know. I want you too." He leans towards me, his temple to the top of my brow.

"Be serious, Bishop." I say as we clear the gate, even as the heat fills my face.

"I am."

"No, your drunk."

"I'd still say it sober." He says without hesitation and I simply move us forward through Solitude towards the inn, thanking my stars that it wasn't at the far side of the town. My mind was in a silent debate while Bishop slurred now and again as I tried to get him to walk, with thoughts.

My aunt used to tell me that 'drunk people know they're making alcohol-induced mistakes, they just don't care as much. Alcohol stifles reasoning skills and contemplating repercussions, Serlina. As a result, people are more likely to tell the truth while intoxicated, offering up brutally honest, unfiltered opinions. And without the fear of consequences, alcohol can give people the courage to do or say things they ordinarily wouldn't entertain.'

I learned that there was some truth to that when my uncle had a little to much to drink one night and told her that 'her alchemy lessons weren't as great as she thought they were.'

And that woman could brew a mean poison or poultice. She made a brew that ended up keeping my uncle in the bathroom for some time. She called it 'Senokot.' My cousins and I were laughing until our sides hurt when he finally waddled back in the same room as us. Though he had been afraid to cough for a while.

So, Bishop saying these things had me back on the fence.. Saying things like that while drunk, though could be true, still would have been better if they were admitted sober..

He leans onto me and sniffs my hair, almost knocking both of us off center so that I had to use my free hand to brace against the stone beside the door.

"Ranger, walk!" I snap as we climb the steps into the inn.

Bishop flashed me one of those signature half smiles of his and shifted closer to me, "You smell good," he paused to draw in the scent of my soap, "Really good." I was trying not to get sidetracked at our close proximity, but I couldn't help it.

"Um-thanks.. I-" I clear my throat and kick the door open with a foot.

"But I cant tell what the scent is… Driving me crazy." He scowls and leans back towards me, his nose to my hair.

"It's-" He presses the tips of his fingers to my lips, stilling them, then dropping to trace a line over my jaw.

"No. Don't tell me.. I'll figure it out." Alright. I managed to get him to a chair and moved to the counter, all the while, I absently run the tip of my tongue over the seam of my lips.

"Yes?" The innkeeper asked as I rested my arms on the counter. He had been watching us from the moment we walked in and had simply raised a brow, judging us. I did my best not to scowl in return.

"Evening, I would like to request two rooms please, one for my compan-"

"Only got one left." He told me as he wiped down his counter with a rag. I felt my jaw lower until my brain caught up with the words.

"You- you can't be serious."

"'Fraid not. Big party going on in a few days. Almost booked full." He looks at me, his expression bored as all hell. No doubt exhausted if he's got a full house.

Shit. Running a hand over my face, I let out a long breath.

"Alright. We'll take it." I counted out my money and paid the man. "You haven't seen any wood elves in here, would you?" I ask as he round the counter.

"I've seen plenty of people come in and out of here. Got a few faces that I've never even seen from these parts. Including yours." I go to Bishop and lift him up again, his weight seeming heavier. No doubt he's really feeling his drink by this point. I have to resist the urge to shake the shit outta him for putting himself in this type of position.

"Any named Malborn?" I ask as he walks in front to take us to our room. All I got was a shrug that made me grit my teeth.

"Don't know. Was busy and didn't really take the time to ask everyone who came in for their name. Just booked 'em, moved 'em and fed 'em." He explained as Bishop tumbled a little. Karnwyr took a tired look at the fireplace/stove, whatever you want to call it, and scampered on over and laid down on the plush rug. Groaning, I gauged that the wolf wouldn't move even if I baited him with food.

"Will he be safe if he sleeps down here?" I ask, gesturing to Karnwyr with a jerk of my head getting him to shoot a look over my shoulder to the tired wolf.

"You mean your dog?" He asks and I almost correct him that 1, he wasn't a dog, and 2, he wasn't mine, then think twice about it. Bishop didn't seem to hear or care enough to speak up, so that left me to speak for him.

"Yeah." I drawl slowly. Dogs could stay no doubt, but wolves might cause more of a commotion. "Will he be safe if we leave him there? He needs to dry off but I don't want anyone taking off with him." I say as we climbed the stairs. I let him lead as I make sure Bishop doesn't tumble down with his lazy steps.

"He'll be fine." He says as we reach the top of the stairs and step towards our room.

"If he isn't, or someone makes off with him.." I let the unspoken threat linger between us as I pause in our movements in order for us to meet eyes. He swallows and nods. That's all I need. I step in and lift Bishops arm from around my shoulders then turn back to the innkeeper as he wanders by himself.

"If there's anything else you need…"

"Yes." I say after a second of thought. "If you could lay a bit of food out for my.. dog, it would be greatly appreciated. If he doesn't eat now, he will when he wakes up, whether that's in an hour, or in the morning." I say and pull more money out of my satchel. "I would rest easier if I know he will be taken care of." I say as hand the coins to him. He takes them, glances to them and bounces the septims in hand then closes his fingers as he looks back at me.

"Yes ma'am." He bows and goes to leave. "Goodnight ma'am." And he closes the door behind him.

"Goodnight," I say to the door after it clicks. "Ma'am? What am I, elderly?" I mutter and turn to see Bishop glancing around, his fingers lingering over the bookcase to my right and the situation now sinks in a little deeper.

Sweet. Blessed. Z'en.

I'm alone… in a shared room… with a man. I swallow, feeling a weird case of nerves settle in my stomach. No, I shake my head and push them away.

Keep it distant. Methodical. You can do that.

"You should sit down." I say gently, getting his attention back to me. "Your starting to worry me." I watch him take a step or two, hit a chair with his knee , making him grunt and reconsider. "Then again, you might topple." I say, staying mindful as I pull my boots off and set them by the door, holding back the sigh of relief as my feet contact the wooden floor, stretching them out.

"If you sit on my lap, I wont fall off." His smirk has me almost rolling my eyes.

Keeping it distant wont be a problem if he kept talking like this..

"Yes, you would." I say as I walk towards him as I peel off my vambraces and lay them over the edge of a chair. "You'd just bring me down with you." I add and he blows a breath between his lips as he takes a seat, slowly, but he manages it all by himself. He holds up a hand, palm up, for me to take. I look at it, then him and out of a mixture of curiosity and confusion I find myself doing so.

"Not while I'm holding you, I wont." He pulls me by my hand till I'm standing with one of his knees between my legs. "Nope," he murmurs approvingly as he looks me over. "I sure wont." His fingers tighten on my hands and tugs me, or at least tries to, on top of him. "Come here princess, let me hold-" he groans when my hand lands on the back of the chair, tilting him backwards a bit, making him jump a little.

"Not so fast Bishop." I scold and send a look down at him. This wasn't going to work "We need to lie you down." I say softly, lifting myself from a bent over position and letting the chair lower so all 4 legs are on the floor again.

"Good plan!" He waves an arm in a cheering arm pump that has me raising my brows at him. It was just so… Unlike him.. "Wanna help me get to bed?" He wiggles his brows and I sigh dismayingly. That was more like it.

"I'm gonna have to." I pull my hand free and head to the water basin and pour a small amount of water into a cup and wet a cloth.

"Mmm." The tone had a warmth sliding over me as I turn back, cup in one hand, cloth in the other as I meet his gaze.

"What?" I ask as I turn back around and see his face soften as he watches me move about the room.

"Can I.. use you as my pillow?" He askes, looking almost.. shy, as he says it. For a moment, I don't know what to say as my steps falter at his question as my mouth gaps open slightly. "You just.." his head tilts to the side a little, like he is taking a new direction in looking at me. "You look… so, sooo soft," His mouth slowly spreads into a shy grin that, irritatingly enough, warms my chest. "I like that." He all but says it on a sigh and I cant help but swallow hard as I slowly walk over to him as my mind busies itself with recalling my aunts words.

'A drunk mind speaks a sober heart. Alcohol stifles reasoning skills and contemplating repercussions. As a result, people are more likely to tell the truth while intoxicated, offering up brutally honest, unfiltered opinions.'

The reminder has me wincing and finding some interest as I near Bishop.

"You seem to be in a very.. pure and honest mood." I say carefully. He blinks a few times and shrugs.

"I ain't pure." He almost spit the last word out and I sigh as I get to his side.

"I'll be the judge of that. You thirsty?" I ask and hand him the cup when he nods his head. Running the cloth over his forehead and neck, I wipe away the small grains of sand from his swim, minimally wincing at the smell of his breath when he sighs. Refolding the cloth in hand, he takes the moment to take a drink, swishing the water around in his mouth before swallowing. I wrap the cloth around his neck and have to bite the inside of my cheek at a low groan he lets out. "Better?" I ask and he nods gently, his head leaning towards me, like he wants to rest his forehead on my chest.

"You've got nice hands." He murmurs, his eyes closing a little, his body leaning towards me, little by little. I keep my eyes on the wall behind him, I pull them away slowly, taking the cloth with me as he finishes his water. Taking the cup, I walk back to the basin and set the cloth beside it. Turning back around I look at him while he slowly takes off his gauntlets, his eyes so trained and focused on his hands it nearly makes me smile. He manages to take one off and gives me a victorious smile, as if it was the most intricate puzzle he had ever solved, then, his smile changes as he thinks about something, and a haunted expression crosses his face, a look that chills me to the bone. "Are you still," he winces, like the thought hurt him, "What I said-"

"Bishop." I cut him off and stalk toward him, taking his face in my hands, getting his attention. "I don't want to talk about what we argued about while your.. like this." I say looking him over for a second then meeting his eyes again. "I want your head clear when we.. revisit this. Okay?" I ask and I can see his eyes darken, his expression turning to one of solemnness, then he nods tightly. "Good. Now, come on, Bishop," I say gently. I hate this expression. It speaks of horrid, ugly memories and it makes something in my chest ache and want to try to bring him back to a more relaxed frame of mind. "Let's get you into bed." I gingerly lift him out of his chair and I try my damn best to stop him, but to no avail as he flops down onto the mattress, sprawling in all directions and, grinning up at me, his haunted expression gone, like whatever was plaguing his mind is no longer a thought.

"Join me," he slurs as he pats the bed beside him. His clothes are still damp from the water and that would prove to be uncomfortable for both him and me.. Scratching the side of my neck nervously, I stand near the edge of the bed.

"Let's get you undressed first." I say, and internally groan at the suggestive way I unintentionally said it. He grins widely, drunkenly.

"Now you're talking. If you wanted to see me naked all you have to do is ask." He spoke unexpectedly clear and coherent, and raspier than usual. It had me mentally bracing myself.

"Trust me I don't." Resting a fist to my hip as I look down at him, doing my best to keep my face neutral. It was… a lie? At least, all other days, but tonight, wasn't one of them. "We're… sharing this bed," I swallow, "and I don't want to sleep beside someone that smells like seawater and is sopping wet." I grab his jacket lapels and lift him into a sitting position and adjust him so he is sitting with one leg up on the bed, the other on the floor, keeping him grounded as my fingers lift, albeit unsteadily to his buckles. I kept my eyes off his face as I focused a little too hard on the buckles. His head bobbed now and again till his forehead rested on my shoulder, making my fingers stop their movements.

He didn't say anything, however one of his hands came up to rest on my arm, the tips of his fingers moving back and forth in the crease of my elbow. It was innocent, but it still had my skin heating. Licking my lips, I finish undoing his two buckles, a miracle with my burning fingers and his leather jacket opens, revealing his muscular chest. I swallow a little too hard for my liking and focus on his clothes, not his skin, as I peel it away from his arms. Every inch bared to me had me biting the thoughts of inappropriate thoughts .. like kissing… licking..

"Florence!" He says bluntly startling me as he falls backwards on the bed once I get his arms free, but trapping his armour under his back.

"Wh-what?" I stammer a little. Sweet Z'en girl, get it together.

"You want to know shit about me. My names Florence. Er," he hiccupped, groaned and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands as mine follow the light trail of hair that goes from his chest to a thin line that disappears under his leather pants. "I mean Laurence." He corrects drawing my attention again.

"I thought your name was Bishop."

"It is. It's my second name."

"Oh.. Um.. How.." I trail off as I try to pull his jacket from under his hulking frame once, twice to dropping the sleeve in exasperation. I roll my eyes to the ceiling . Oh come on! I wasn't getting anywhere with his hulking frame.. "Sit up. Let me get your jacket from underneath you."

He smirks up at me. "Ladyship, you are a bossy little thing . . ."

I huff and put my hands on my hips. "Yes. Do as you're told and sit up." He grins again, struggles up onto his elbows then sits up in a most… gawky fashion. Pulling him up by his shoulders near his neck, my breath hitches when his hands meet my waist, sending small currents of electricity through me as making his fingers tightening at the sound. His eyes move over my face until they slowly meet mine.

"You smell good." He says again, his eyes lifting to mine, and my breath hitches when his soften, looking at me with warmth. I'm too close. I drop my hands from his shoulders and step back and around his large legs, managing to wrangle his armour out from behind him and I nearly grunt under the weight of his armour. Damn, it was heavy. I toss his jacket to one of the backs of the chairs and jump when the weight of it makes it fall backwards and crash to the floor.

Holy..

He flops back down on his back and my jaw clenches.

Z'en, I pray, give me patience, restraint and.. Focus.

Righting the chair, I turn back and face him. Florence or Laurence, either one, if it was the right one , was odd for places like this. It was too.. How to describe it. Upstanding? No.. Lawful? Hmm.. Close.. Patrician, I settled on with an inward smile and a small snap of my fingers.

"An odd middle name from a man such as yourself." I say carefully and play it safe and go for his boots. Just hope he didn't get the reflex to kick me in the face…

"My parents were indebted to some tights-wearing noble and needed to pay it off somehow." One of his arms dropped flat on the bed beside his head the other resting over his eyes. "So, he got them to name me after him."

Huh. His parents were gamblers? Suited their ranger like lifestyle.

"Explains why it seemed so.. different." I manage, inwardly smiling as I get one boot off, and it falls to the floor. I thought it had sounded too aristocratic. I rise to stand and almost laugh at the sight. Bishop, bare chested, one boot on, one off, pants low on his hips, like he got bored with the effort of stripping and quit. I manage to pull the other one off without him making to much of a fuss and then go to the wash basin and soak the cloth I had left on the table in the cool water. He's lucky his skin wasn't itching. Getting back to his side, I slowly wipe down his sternum, picking up more graduals of sand.

"Stop mothering me, dammit." He hiccupped and tried to swat my hand away sloppily. "'m'notta child." His words were rolling together at this point. Blowing a strand of hair out of my eyes, I direct a solid look at him.

"I'll mother you if I damn well want too." I mutter and wipe the cloth over his shoulder and lowered arm, taking a second to smack his uplifted hand before he can try to wave me away. "Although," he continued, "you'd be a much better mom than the one I had." He admits softly, his voice saying so matter-of-factly that it was hard to hear the sadness behind his words. It was his eyes though. They had lost their humor. Like the memories that had just filtered in made him look so… forlorn.

"Well, I will do my best to tend to you." I return to the basin and re-soak the rag and fill another cup with water that remained. Gambling parents… Distant or, by the sounds of it, emotionally battering. Explains his lack of trust and cold emotions.. Another piece..

I walk back and sit on the corner of the bed and hold a cup of water out for him. "Drink this." His eyes glare up at me and I soften my tone with a gentle "Please." He looks from me to the cup, takes it, and, with some help from me, I manage to help lift his head so he can drink without choking on it or wearing it over his face. His face smooths into one of gratefulness as he wipes his mouth with his arm, almost like a child would. It nearly makes me smile.

Nearly.

"Whaat, like the pirate?" He asks as I take the cup back and my moment of humor fades. I nearly drop his head but decide against it.

"His men from the ship are responsible for doing that for him. So, no." I lean over and place the cup on the side table and look back to him. "Besides, I wouldn't treat him the same way as I would you.." I admit.

"Like… Hooow?" He drawls, his eyes drooping a little.

"Well, I wouldn't be taking the time to slowly peel him out of his clothes ." I say softly. Add to the fact that sober or not, it would be something I simply didn't and wouldn't want to do. I smirk when his eyes blink hard and look at me. Hypothermia is not a very good things to have with a bed partner anyway. "Nor would I be giving him a very slow cloth bath." I say as I run the cloth over his collarbone and stomach. I keep the cloth bunched up, keeping as much of it between my skin and his as possible, mentally grateful that it seems to help. "Unlike you, I want Jack to keep his clothes on." I admit, my eyes lifting to his and he regards me carefully. It wasn't a lie, but the look on his face hand me slowly smiling.

"Wait…" He points a finger at me, his eyes narrowing in sly suspicion. "Are you…?" Something seems to dawn on him as his eyes widen and a mischievous grin pulls at his mouth. "You are! You're actually trying to seduce me!" He lets out something that is a mix of a laugh and a snort.

"That is not what this is." I say firmly and hate my face for warming at the thought even as my hands slowly cross his chest and lower, cleaning him as best as I can. "If I wanted to seduce you, you would know it."

"Is that right?" He says slowly, his eyes looking over my hand as it glides over his skin.

"Mhm."

"How would you?"

"Well.. I would start with you being fully aware and sober for when I do."

"So you admit it's gonna happen." He purrs and points a finger at me. "What would you do, if I was sober?"

"That, Ranger," I say cutting him off, "is another discussion for a time when you haven't been drinking. Now, get some rest, alright? Your gonna need it with the headache you'll have tomorrow."

"Hmm.." He hums as I continue to wipe off his chest till I get to his waist. I run the cloth over his hips, up his ribs and jolt a little when he flinches away from the contact. "Ticklish." He murmurs softly and I slowly smile.

Ticklish huh? I'll keep that in mind. I finish wiping down as much as I can and soon enough, he's sound asleep and snoring softly.

This ranger. So many pieces but slowly.. was coming together.

Rising from the bed, I sigh as I ring out the cloth at the wash basin and press the damp cold cloth to a beat pulse on my neck. Turning back around, I feel heat rush through me, despite the coolness of the cloth. He's so… goddamned handsome, even drunk and snoring. I could almost hate him for it. His lips parted, one arm above his head, ruffling his messy hair, his face relaxed. My eyes trail up his leather clad thighs, the soft bulge at his fly, the seam at the waist held onto his hips, his happy trail, his navel, his chiseled abdomen.. Taking a bracing breath, I step back over to the bed, my hands to go his pants and stop when he mumbles something incoherently in his sleep, but he doesn't wake. Laying a hand over the outside of his thigh, I breath a little easier to find the material not as wet.

I am not disappointed at the fact that I don't have to remove his pants. I am not…

I huff a breath and get up and grab another cloth, this one dry and keeping as much of the cloth separating my hand to his body, just like I had when I was wiping him down, and press it against his legs, absorbing the remaining water. Setting the cloth aside when I'm done, I set on changing my own clothes into sleepwear, sighing happily when the soft material moved over my skin. The sleeves were long, but legs cut-off midthigh allowing the parts of me that needed to breath while the others stayed warm and covered. Blowing out the candles from around the room, I bring the last one over to the bedside table.

Carefully as possible so as to not rustle Bishop, I climbed into the bed, keeping close to the edge. It was more difficult than anticipated, as the mattress sagged in the center. Swearing against fate, I set on pulling my hair out of it's usual ponytail and tie it in a loose singular braid. Normally it would be down, but I didn't want it loose with Bishop in bed. If he tossed or turned and laid on my hair, I would be pinned. Managing to get under the covers, I blow out the candle close by and pull my pillow tight to me, and shut my eyes, letting the day settle over me. It was quiet, except for Bishop's snoring, which surprisingly wasn't the problem at the moment.

I wasn't comfortable on my right side.

Damn it.

Cracking my eyes just enough, I carefully I switched positions, the blanket comforting against my skin as I flip to my left side, facing Bishop now. The scent of Bishop, leather and woodsmoke filled my senses as I found myself drifting off…

'Gnight, Ranger.' Was the last thought that drifted in my mind before sleep took me…

Something warm was wrapped around me .

Against me.

Under my ear I heard a strong thumping that had me furrowing my brow. What.. What was that sound?

Yawning a little, I managed to open my eyes, blinking a few times to adapt to the room that was just beginning to brighten with morning light and found myself in a serious.. Tangle.

My head was tucked under Bishop chin, my cheek gently pressed against his chest, my breath across his broad shoulder and collarbone. His arm was draped over my ribs, his hand holding me across my shoulder blades, his fingers at the base of my neck, the other was tucked under his head, like a secondary pillow while mine were tucked in close to my chest, while our legs were.. I couldn't tell where mine and his were if I were to be honest. Shifting one of mine slowly, he shifted too, slipping one of his between mine, and I nearly moaned, my eyes closing tightly.

Oh. Sweet. Gods.

Skin on skin.

Somewhere in the night, he must have managed to rid himself of his pants. I did my best to keep my breathing steady even as I felt his thigh muscle bunch between my legs, making my heart pick up to a thunderous level.. I could move my arms, let my hands venture of their own accord on his body to see if he wore any underclothes. I didn't dare press my hips into his, even if my body was still covered.

Although I-

No! I mentally shook the thought from my head, even as my thighs clenched at the idea. I should have been appalled at the.. situation, er position rather, we had found ourselves in, even pushed him off or away but.. I couldn't help but feel like the way he was holding me wasn't one of sexual desire. More like.. Like it was coming from a place of intimate comfort. Being held so.. tenderly. Like we had been doing it for years.. Maybe I wanted- that had my eyes squeezing shut tight for a second.

If I admit what was brewing inside of me, I fear that it would put us on a track that we wouldn't be able to stop from getting on. I had duties, obligations and for the love of Gods, I should still be pissed at him for acting the way he did! I inhale deeply, pulling in the scent of him and feel my body hum to life. But goddammit..

He was just so warm. So strong. He made me feel so small, delicate when he held me like this. My arm moved so one was draped around his ribs, across his own back, my fingers trailing over the wide expanse of his shoulders, following the dips of his muscles, absorbing his warmth, letting it fill me in the dawning light as well as a singular thought welled up in the back of my mind and with startling speed, barreled it's way to the front of my mind that had my wandering hand stop and clench into a fist.

I wanted him to hold me, keep my head in the nook of his shoulder and just.. be.

That thought had my heart jumping into my throat, my eyes burning , made me try to shift away, escape the warm confines of his arms but instead, to my shock or surprise, he tightened his hold, his breathing changing slightly from deep to becoming alerted.

"Leenah." His voice, slurring part of my name, in his sleep, had a feeling that I hadn't felt since that night when we made camp, rise in my chest all over again. My shoulders loosened and carefully I moved my head back a bit, I see his brow slightly furrowed. And I can't help but sigh, even if it sound to girly, dreamily.

Subconsciously, he seemed to want the same. To be held, to want to be close to one another.. Or maybe I was reading this to much? He had been drinking heavily last night. So.. Would this morning, this gentle way of holding me, really matter?

For now, in this quiet moment in the dawn of a new day, I didn't care.

I found myself moving my head, slowly until my lips pressed gently to his shoulder that connected to his collarbone. I couldn't help it. His skin was so warm under my lips that I lingered there for a moment or two then pulled back. He didn't shift or stir. If anything, he seemed to breath deeper, more smoothly, his arms loosening their hold, just a little, relaxing. I didn't want to move. I didn't even want to wake him. But..

I needed to move away from the feeling that war rising in my chest, shower and I should probably check on Karnwyr. I moved my legs first, untangling them without kneeing him anywhere that would have him jumping and resisting the urge to run my foot along the back of his calf.. I don't know how I managed it, maybe it was him in his deeper drunken sleep, but I managed to get out of bed and out of his arms.

I immediately missed his warmth, and he mine from the frown that marred his face when I turned around after I stood up. His hand moved slowly over the space where I had occupied, his fingers clenching slightly now and again.

Pulling on my boots, I head out of our room and to the hall below. I make it to the landing before I am met with the innkeepers tired gaze.

"Morning." I say quietly as I make my way to him.

"Morning." His tone is gruff, matching how he looks. He must have gotten up not much longer than me. "Your.. dog," he spit the word "woke me up this morning. Fed him a whole goat leg before he let me get back to getting some shut eye." He glares as I glance around. Sure enough, Karnwyr is asleep by the dwindling fire, a plate with a few pieces of bread and a large bone on top with teeth scrapings all over it. I snort.

"Thank you." I say looking back to him. "Do you have a bath?" I ask and he scoffs in return.

"Got a water stall out back. More than welcome to it." He says, stifling a yawn.

"Just out behind the inn?" I ask, internally groaning at the thought of a cold shower.

"Yes ma'am. Haven't gotten to warming up any water yet." He says and goes to the fire pit and adds a few more logs.

Made no difference to me. Warm is better for when my body was sore. Now, I was hot and needed to become awake and cooled down. Cold water would do just fine. I head back upstairs to collect my bathing pack and am yet again, struck by the tumble in my chest when I look towards Bishop, alone in our- the bed- flipped onto his stomach, sheet wrapped around his waist and legs. God. I stood there for just a moment while I was feeling the temptation to rake my nails over his shoulders to rouse him from his sleep.

'Give him a chance.' Kasa-Jeen's words echoed in my mind

Even after our fights? Our temperaments constantly clashing? His attitude? I stood there for another moment while I felt the fluttering's of my chest spread outward and made me breath unevenly.

Could I?

'You can admit it.' I jump at the sound of Kena's voice. 'It's alright.' Kena said softly, and for a split second, I could have sworn I felt a hand cup my cheek, and then drift to my shoulder. It was both soothing and alarming. I glanced to my left, shocked that I didn't see anyone there, and yet I was lecturing myself that 'of course no one was there.' Looking back to Bishop I find myself biting my bottom lip. Hands trembling, I back out of the room and pull the door closed behind me, letting out a shaky breath now that Bishop is no longer in view.

Gods. I felt warm all over again. Too warm.

Shaking the feeling off, I head back downstairs to the shower stall. It's empty, thank the gods. Then again, not many people are up by this hour.

I run both hands over my face as the cold water pours over my heated sensitive skin, the biting cold was a welcoming shock to my body. It all but snapped it to attention and order as I washed up. Gods, I wanted to let the cold-water seep straight to my bones despite my earlier wish to keep Bishops warmth. Let it cool my mind and yet… It couldn't.

I closed my eyes and let the cool water run over me and yet, the image of Bishop was all I was met with. Could hear his voice, low and heated in my ear.. I thought of Bishops hands on the instead of my own as I ran my soap covered hands over my limbs.. I licked my lips as I move them slowly over my curves. What would his hands feel like on my sensitive skin? I imagine they would be callous and rougher than my own. I let a small moan pass my lips at the thought. We always had clothes between us to stop us from touching skin..

I frown.

Am I complaining that we did or was I grateful that we did? Groaning, I dropped my hands to my sides while my forehead met the stalls wooden wall. I breathed in slowly and lifted my head. No. I'm alone. In a shower. I can overthink later. For now, I am able to let my mind wander . Not like anyone was around. Not even the stalls for shopping were open and I felt too hot, even with the cold water being rained over me.. too sensitive..

No one had to know..

I imagined him undressing me, undressing him. And not in the "you're drunk and need to get out of your wet clothes" kind of way. I imagine tearing off his shirt and sliding my fingers all over his chest, burying my face against his neck, flicking my tongue over his jaw, hearing his deep voice vibrate through my body. And when my hands slide into his hair, he moans low and rough in my ear and my body shivers. Fingers slid over my flesh and I sigh with the sweet ache I have from between my legs. It was heaven. I let my fingers slide down my body and drag my nails gently along the skin of my inner thigh and sighed at the thought of Bishops stubble scratching me there and moan. My fingers slide between my legs and touched the slick folds and rub a little more, making my breath leave my lungs in a long sigh as I let my head fall back to the wall.. I was so wet oh, so swollen. Resting my back against the wall, I rubbed more as I recalled the feel of his mouth on mine. How I burned, arching against him. As I did, my own fingers moved around and dipped in as my breath left my lungs in harsh pants. I touched and squeezed, imagining his hands, his voice in my ear as, almost to the point of frustration. I couldn't topple over the edge. It was infuriating. It was HELL. My fingers weren't enough, I needed his voice, his warmth.. I needed…

My mind became thunderous with thoughts that dampened my desire. It was torturous. With a sigh I slowed my hands with my breathing as I opened my eyes. I could crave. Yes. Oh yes, I could want and need.

Yet..

Water ran along one of the strands of my hair in my line of sight and my eyes follow several drops, and soon, the sight goes blurry. Tears stung my eyes as I pick up my hair wash with shaking hands. I wanted more than the aching and satisfaction of sex. I wanted the devotion that my father had when he set his sights on my mother. I wanted that kind of.. love.

And I was.. liking.. I thought with an internal grimace, the ranger in black more than I should.

It was like.. Like I could feel myself nearing many a cliff that I had never been on before. And the falls were.. devastatingly daunting. And here I was thinking about taking a step off and yet, I felt like my body wouldn't allow me even this small reprieve because my mind wanted him there with me.. But the ranger didn't seem the type to appreciate silly women with affections like that.. I clutched the jar in hand so tightly I think I cracked it.

But, he softened. Now and again. My grip lessened. Around me. He did. I saw it, felt it. I saw him when he had been both brooding and jovial, irritated and flirtatious, cool and cold. And I.. liked all sides. I took a steadying breath as I finished washing my hair and stopped the water.

Admit it, huh?

I lower my head and let out a breath as the water dripped from me. Yeah, admit you like him after he was an ass last night and got silly drunk. Scoffing I redressed in an adjoining room from the stall. It wasn't spacious, but enough room to maneuver into my clothes after I dried off. Brushing my damp hair back, I tie it and step out, tucking my clothes into my laundry bag and head back to the entrance of the inn again. I neared the steps when I heard a long whistle that had my ears perking. Glancing over my shoulder, I feel a warmth spread in my chest as a dark elf walked my way, a parcel under his arm and a warm smile of his face.

"Is that you Culwell?" I call and stride to the elf who I hadn't seen in almost 8 months. He lets out a nasally laugh as he nears. Seems his job at Imperial Mail gets him farther out than I realized.

"The one and only." He bows formally like he would for my aunt or uncle before he straightens. I bow my head, and look him over as he pulls out a few letters from his satchel.. We don't hug or shake, like other friends do since he has a problem with physical contact. "I went to your home in Whiterun and was told to find you here." He glances around. "Moving up in the world?" He asks as he hands me the package with two letters and I make sure not to touch his hands, even as he wears gloves.

"I wouldn't say moving up in the world." I blink in surprise at the weight of the box in my hands. "Good Gods, what-" I notice the sender and piece everything together. "I take it my Aunt sent you?" I ask tucking the box protectively under my arm.

"Aye, that she did. The other, from a woman from yer home." His voice still sounded nasally, from when he had his nose broken in a barroom brawl and never healed right. "Yer aunt paid me nearly enough to put a roof over my head."

"You wont settle in one place, even if she paid you three times over, you and I both know that." He always liked to be on the move. That was the way he had always been for as long as I knew him.

"You're right about that. Anyway. Package delivered and I am off." He did a small salute with two fingers and went to the gates. He never was one for idle chat. I head inside the inn and take a seat by a table as the inn keep moves around, getting ready for the day. Opening my first letter, I nod in greeting as the inn keep passes by. It's tired, but he returns the nod. Glancing down, I read the short letter.

'My dear friend,

I hope this letter finds you well on your travels and that you and your companions are staying safe. A package came for you and I took the liberty of setting aside majority of it to reside here, and the rest I sent to you. I used some of the money you left with me to extend the couriers trip, I hope you don't mind.

I look forward to hearing about your travels.

Your friend,

Lydia.'

I feel a nudge to my leg and glance down to see Karnwyr, yawning and scratching his muzzle with one of his front paws. Smiling, I gently lift a hand to scratch his ears, earning a blissful tail wag.

"See, it's letters like these that are from genuine friends that I like." The second letter is opened, much to Karnwyr's dismay since I had to use both hands to open it. He nudged my leg until I was dropping my hand to scratch his ears again as I unfolded the letter itself. The writing has a small ache in my chest forming, but I find myself smiling.

'Serlina,

From what your uncle has shared in your letter to him, you seem to have done so much in such a little time since we last saw you.. But I cant say that I am surprised.

It has always been a sight to observe you, your thoughts and actions, too see proof the infinite possibilities and that the imagination of several old bats can't hold someone like you back from making things right.'

I snort at my aunts, for a lack of a better term, daring audacities, for her thoughts on the Council.

'You have made many here begin to wonder: at what age do we start to reason and rationalize what is "sensible" and what is "wrong"? When do we start to question their actions? At what stage in our life do we stop experimenting with excitement and curiosity? Since you have departed Morrowind, before you became 'Dragonborn,' you had already, unknowingly made waves and Skyrim wont be anything different. We have told you since you came into our care that you are capable of greatness! You have a purpose in this world and you have full control over your own fate. And now permit me to say something on behalf of both Kalomon and myself and your parents.

We told you so.

And I know, with your dedication, you will make things right. The road ahead will be bumpy, but the best things are very rarely handed to those who don't work for it. Your life is full of infinite choices but that's just what they are, it's up to you to create your own unique path. Do not let your life be about circumstance.

Stay strong. Stay fierce.

But also, be sensitive and humble.

Not to hard, right?'

I laughed in jest at her question as the innkeeper walked to my table and looked from Karnwyr to me.

"Get you anything?" He asked. I looked from the letter and smiled up at him.

"Do you have a pair of teapots?" I ask, my voice sounding hopeful. Karnwyr looks between the two of us, his tail tapping curiously.

"A pair?" His brows furrowed in thought. "I might." No doubt because he never had to use them.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you could boil separate pots of water for me." I smile and add a few food purchases as well, no doubt Bishop would want something for the after effects of his drinking. I don't exactly know what would help his type of headache, but I buy little bits of everything and settle on some porridge and fruit for myself.

He nods and strides off towards the kitchen while I go back to reading my letter. Karnwyr lays at my feet, his muzzle on my foot making me smile even if it makes me surprised that he hasn't gone to track down Bishop. I look back to my letter while I hear the gentle clamoring of the kitchen coming to life.

'Don't be afraid to take risks and be yourself. That's how you will find the greatest reward. Step into your fears but don't be reckless about it. Learn to hear your intuition and trust yourself. You know better than you think you do. This is your life and you owe it to yourself to live it the way you want, despite what has been placed on your young shoulders.

Don't ever think that makes you selfish.' I had to take a deep breath at those words and let them settle over me. Gods. My aunt knew me so well.. Damn. My eyes slide back down to the final section of her letter.

'And always remember that your family loves you, no matter what. Life may not always be flawless but you are loved and from the sound of the company you keep, you are safe.

And, as per your letters request, I send you several morning brews for when the day seems to want to keep you down. Be sure to share with that ranger of yours. I am intrigued to hear more about him. And I will. Wont I?'

Your loving aunt,

Orabelle

I snort at the tone I could practically hear from my aunt. Oh yes. She will hear of him. If not, she would no doubt find me, us, somehow and introduce herself, the idea of her doing so had my face heating up in embarrassment. I say thanks when a tray is brought out to me with small loaves of bread, two pots of steaming water, a small bottle of milk, a mixture of fruits and a small sandwich. I gather my things as Karnwyr follows the innkeeper back to his kitchens. I shake my head in amusement and head back upstairs, the parcel under my arm. I somehow manage to get back into our room and again without dropping anything and set the tray on the table as I kick the door gently to close it again. I open the parcel and almost squeal in glee. Seven small boxes of different tea meet my eyes, all labeled with love and care, just as my aunt would.

Smiling, I look over each of them, mentally recalling their taste.

Glancing back to the bed, I feel my body heat again as my eyes land on Bishop who now rests on his back, one leg out from the blankets, his head facing away, hiding his face from view.

Bitter, I recall with a small swallow. He likes bitter drinks. I look back to the containers in front of me and pull one from it's box. Kahfee, I settled on. Definitely. Measuring carefully, I place it inside of a thin cloth pouch and toss it into the water and put the lid back on then get to my Grey Quarter. Placing a bag into the second pot, I go about the room, making sure to keep my feet light and not to disturb Bishop as I place the rest away in my satchels. In the few minutes I have for it to steep, I am becoming aware of the gentle scents of my aunt kitchen. I pull a book from the shelves and make my way over to pour a cup and add milk to it, lightening it just a little as I skim the first page. Taking a tentative sip, I sigh in pleasure as I walk to a chair near the bed and settle in and crack the book and read.

Sweet. Z'en. I moan softly at the taste and feel the energy slowly spread the more I sip. Tempted as I might be to scald my tongue on the hot liquid so that I could feel more of the pleasurable energy fill me, I take my time, enjoying the quiet moment. Crossing a leg over my knee, I settle in on the book I have chosen, even if my eyes don't really read the words as fast as I used too. I could have woken Bishop, hungover or not and gotten him up with me. But.. I want to take a moment for just me. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and sit in silence. So many things have changed. It felt rare when I can do things that I used to enjoy, like drink tea while reading a book, I smirk to myself, or try to read, like I was just another woman enjoying a moment of peace without the world burning to fucking hell. And enjoying things that I haven't done before that I enjoyed. Like waking in a cocoon of warmth that is Bishop…

"Shit…" The low roughness of Bishops voice had me turning my head to look over my shoulder and see Bishop still laying on his back, but his eyes are open and looking at me. Squinting, but open. "You haven't killed me yet so it wasn't as bad as my hangover suggests." His hand dragged over his face, his eyes squinting at the light around only to rest on me.

And my moment is gone, just like that. Taking a steeling breathe I look him over. I could have blasted him. Just rip into him but the effort wasn't there anymore… But what was there, of all things, was a name that had me internally smiling. I raise my steaming mug of tea to my lips and savor it's taste as I look over the cups rim at Bishop.

"Moorning," I drawl the word, while he slowly manages to sit up, "Florence." I hit the F harder and found some joy at him confused blinking then took a slow sip of my tea.

"Wha-?" He look confused, his brows furrowing in thought. "No, it's Laur- wait." His face pales, if possible and my brows raise when his neck reddens as he points a look of horror at me. "I didn't tell you that… did I?" I say nothing but instead, take another sip of my tea, nearly pulling a muscle keeping my face pleasantly neutral. He seemed to get what I was implying without having to say anything and he lets out a groan as he rest his head in his hands, his palms covering his eyes. "I must have been piss ass drunk if I told you…that." He spit out.

I go to say something but am cut off by a loud commotion from outside the door of the room, followed by a large bark and the door crashing open as his wolf barreled into the room with what look to be a full pheasant in his mouth. I even flinched when Karnwyr jumped around the room, knocking a couple things over, not the hot liquids, thank goodness.

"Karnwyr!" I call as I stand, setting my mug aside and catch Bishop wincing as he raises a hand to cover one of his ears.

"Damn, woman!" He snaps and then looks to Karnwyr, "Keep it down!" Karnwyr slides to a stop when he gets to Bishop, dropping the pheasant at the side of the bed. The two of them have some sort of stare down for a moment before it gets interrupted by Karnwyr who leans toward Bishop who sniffs a few times then sneezes, shaking his head a little. Bishop's angered face changes to one of bafflement as Karnwyr turns around and exits the door of the room, laying on the carpet just beyond the threshold.

"Sorry?" I mutter slowly as I retrieve the pheasant and bring it back to him, dropping it by Karnwyr's side and shut the door, keeping the open just slightly in case Karnwyr wanted back in. This time it wouldn't be a loud entrance. Turning, I walk to my cup and bring it over to the table and pour him a cup of his drink while I continue to drink mine.

"Why is he out there anyway?" He asks as I look over my shoulder at him again.

"Mine would have been 'how is it that whenever we see Karnwyr show up after a little while, he always has food in his mouth'?"

"He's a wolf. It's in his nature to find means to survive. Now answer mine." He groans and pressed the palm of his hand to his temple.

"Alright. Like you, he was soaked and tired and decided to sleep next to the fire downstairs.. And I didn't feel like carrying him too, up a flight of stairs after he fell asleep." He sighed and looked around as I took another long drink then continued. "Though I am surprised you didn't appreciate the excitement." I tease and get a dull glare as I set my mug down.

"Appreciate? Are you kidding?" He watches me as I shrug and pour a second cup for myself. "I'm specifically going to get a drum just for the time when you hit the bottle too hard." He warns and I set the pot aside and pour milk as I quirk a brow.

"Two things for that comment." I say raising two fingers and dropping one so that just my index is up. "First being, be careful." I turn and walk to him, a cup in each hand and stop when I get to his side. "Keep talking about getting drums and you're taking just another unintentional step to being a bard." I say with a small smile and hold the cup out to him.

"Fuck that." He groans as he look down at the cup. "And the second?"

"I've got a thing for drummers." I admit and feel a flutter in my stomach when his eyes lock back to me, heating a little. I clear my throat and take my seat again, sipping my tea.

"What's this?" He looks from me to the cup again I feel almost.. bashful. My fingers run along the rim of my cup, my eyes going to the blankets near his ankles.

"It's called Kahfee." I say meeting his eyes slowly. His eyes sharpen just a little, but I can't help but squirm. "It helps with waking up, and I- well I didn't know what works for you, so in case you don't like it, I uh," I gesture to the table, "also have some really stale bread, some fruit, an extra serving of porridge and-" I trail off, and hate my face for heating up. He nods gently but says nothing. Instead, he looks into the cup and I catch him moving his head slightly, like he's looking over his body. His shoulders stiffen and his hand that isn't holding the cup clenches the blankets. I almost frown until slowly, he brings the cup to his lips. I do the same with mine and appreciate the taste anew as I sink lower into the chair.

"Sorry for snapping." He says after the cup is lowered. I even manage to spot the surprised blink he gives the cup, then brings it back to his lips. Running his tongue between his lips his he nods his head gently after a second taste. "Damn, that's… pretty damn good." He says and takes a longer drink. A breath I didn't know I was holding is released from my lips slowly.

"It's fine." I manage to say in regards to his apology. "How do you feel?" I ask tentatively.

"Like a mammoth is standing on my head. But I remember some of it, so…" His eyes met mine. "Thank you."

I'm almost floored. An apology and a thanks? Was he always like this when we was recovering from a night of drinking?

"Your lucky I'm not berating you.." I admit teasingly, even if it's slightly a matter of fact.

"I wouldn't blame you if you were." There was that face again. His face was one of anger and sadness.

"Well.." I sigh and lean forward, my cup resting between my hands. "We both said things that got on both of our nerves, and I doubt it will be the last time, so.." I shrug.

"I wont blame you for what you said. I may have deserved it." He says after a long drink. His face is already looking better stronger.

"Does that mean I get a pass?" I ask after I take another drink from my cup. He looks at me and scoffs.

"Depends on what you say." There was that teasing tone. I tapped a finger to lip chin in thought.

"Hmm.. So, if I were to say that drunk or sober, you were the same ass you always are, you wouldn't disagree with me?" I ask, keeping my tone light and he still gives me a droll stare.

"No. I would say that you're the same charming wench you always are, ladyship." He scoffs and I roll my eyes.

"Back to being just a wench huh?" I tsked. "That's cold." I finish my drink, my body humming to life, making me sigh comfortably.

"Did I do anything that helped or did I just continuously-" He trails off when I smirk.

"Oh, you had a weird comment or two. It was.. interesting. But other than that, no. Shame though really." I glance to him out of the corner of my eye. "Florence looked pretty easy-going." I chuckle when he groans at the sound of his middle name but doesn't bite.

"I'm glad I could amuse you, princess." He grumbles as he shifts in the bed, finishing the drink. "Is there… any more?" He asks and I find myself smiling broadly and taking his cup to refill.

"Amusing me is better than pissing me off." I say over my shoulder as I start on pouring a second cup.

"I was expecting you to say something, fuck, Shout me from here to the end of…" He shakes his head, wincing at the movement.

Turning with his steaming cup in hand. "You weren't expecting this morning to go the way it has? Or are you thinking I'm settling you into a place of security so I can Shout you into Oblivion later?" I reach his bedside and hold the cup out to him.

"Something like that, yeah." He says offhandedly, taking the cup from me, his fingers brushing mine.

"Hold your breath, ranger. Might still be coming." I see him wince then glare at me.

"Greeeeat." He drawled behind me. "Should I be afraid?" he mocks a little and in turn shrug after taking a set on the side of the bed, almost putting us at eye level.

"Better question is; do you want to be?" I quirk a brow at him.

"I don't know, seeing you all riled is pretty…" He drawled, his tone rising in amusement.

"Pretty what?"

"Pretty sexy." His eyes lift to mine and I feel my skin heat again.

"Well.. Your sexy when your all.. foolishly at ease." I return and his gaze slides away from mine.

"Pft. No. Consider it a one time show I plan on never doing again. Not even for you.." He glances out of the corner of his eye at me and lightly jabbed me with his elbow. "No. Don't look at me like that. No." He pointed a finger at me which made me frown and turn my head, my ponytail swishing over my shoulder, grazing his shoulder. His body tenses beside me and soon he's got his head in his hand, his fingers covering his eyes.

"Bishop?" I prompt gently and touch his arm with my hand and catch his hands tighten into fists.

"Look, did we.." He trailed off and looks from himself to me, his eyes moving over me with what I think is.. worry? "Did anything ….happen?" He asks and I think back to this morning.. The way he held me, the kiss on his shoulder are for me, if he doesn't recall.

"Why do you ask?" I question though I can't tell how I feel about the way he glowers and slouches a little. He said nothing so I settled with his silence. Sighing I got up and made my way to the table, clearing the pots and picked up an apple and lifted it to my mouth. If he didn't remember, then it didn't-

"I remember you undressing me.." He lets out a small groan, making me pause mid-chew. "What I figure followed is something I would want to remember." He admits gruffly and I slowly chew again.

"Bishop.. What exactly do you think happened?" I ask finishing my apple, tossing the unfinished fruit aside.

"What happens to many couples that wake in an inn together." He almost looked sullen.

"Bishop, you had been drinking-"

"I know!" He grits making me watch him warily as he winces and rubs his temple. "People who are drunk, even only one, is often a factor in situations like this." He groaned and sets the cup aside after downing the last of it's contents.

"Well, after last night, after what we.. hashed out, you would think that someone like me would do that?" I gap at him even as my temper flared.

"Well of course you wouldn't, your still-" he stops and looks me over. "I'm just saying that it's common here for two attractive people to spend a drunken night together."

"Well, ranger, you have to recall that I come from the barbaric lands of Black Marsh. We do things a little differently."

"I'll.. keep that in mind." He sighs. "You haven't left… That's something else." His hand drops to rest in his lap. "I acted so.." He winces in memory then look to me . "And yet you're still here."

"Why are you surprised I'm still here?" I find myself asking only to get his pining gaze.

"Aren't you?" He asks and I… Don't know how to respond to that. "The way I had acted followed by the fact that you are still.. untouched.." He runs his hands through his hair then looks up at me. "Before me, had you even been kissed?" He asks, his eyes so wide, almost worried, had me taking a deep breath and sighing. I shuffle over to the bed and sit close so we are shoulder to shoulder.

"I've had a few kisses over the years, yes but.." Nothing like yours, I admit to myself, sigh and settle back against the headboard. "You have to understand, Bishop.. I lost almost everything at a young age, and more so, when I left it all behind, I was … splintered." I looked at him and was met with a look that spoke volumes. Like he knew what I was talking about even if he didn't say anything. "I was in a dark place after that and it took me a long time to come out of that dark place. I wanted nothing to do with anyone other than my family and the feelings were mutual in many places since I wasn't a full Altmer in Morrowind. And as I grew and matured, when I was sent on tasks with the objective to 'use any means necessary' to get information or the task done, I never resorted to using such an… odious method as laying with someone to obtain it."

"You never sought out comfort that was given to you by another man?" He asked and I shook my head gently.

"Comfort was hard for me to find. But I could never, would never, seek it out in a sexual way," I shrugged. "My father's people, my people, are told that the act of being intimate with someone is a give and take from person to person." I look at my hands, my thumb rubbing circles in the center of my palm. "One must know who you are as a whole, and when two people are joined, you share a piece of yourself with them." I look from my hands to his eyes, found solace in his amber eyes. "So, I couldn't share any part of me, not that I had time to, with anyone. Not until I knew who I was, without what made me who I was… Do you know what I mean?" I ask him, making him look thoughtful.

"It may be hard to believe, but.. I do." He says gently.

'No one would have blamed or judged you if you had.' Kena whispered soothingly and I could do nothing but run my thumb over my necklace.

"So," he drawled drawing my gaze. "Nothing happened?" He asked again

"Well, you got pretty…" I paused and thought the best word to torment him. "Cuddly," I chose and smirked at his all but horrified look. "but nothing.. bad happened." And that has me lingering.

Nothing bad happened. Even sloshed to his extent he hadn't pushed or pressed for more, he didn't grope or grab, he had flirted but nothing beyond what he usually would have said.. But there was just something in the way he held me. And recalling from how I awoke, it felt like we had been that way for majority of the night. It was like I was.. treasured.

"Cuddly?!" He blasted out, shaking his head in disbelief a few times before wincing as he lifted a hand to his head "Ladyship I'm not.. Ugh, my head…" I head to the table, my medicine pocket and pull a few herbs while I hear him muttering about 'not being the cuddly type.' "Whenever I get the bright idea to raid a pirates hoard, remind me it's actually not such a good idea."

"Sure thing." He watches me as I walk back to him and hand him a few dried herb pellets and a cup of cool water. He frowns and takes the cup and the pellets and pops them into his mouth and drains the cup and nods in thanks handing it back to me. I don't make it far when one hand locks around my forearm, making me turn to face him.

"You looked after me." He says tightly and I nod slowly.

"I did."

"I didn't ask you too." He says out of nowhere, making my brows furrow. "You could have left me out there by the docks." He explains and I could have admitted that I thought about it, but it wouldn't have been completely honest.

"No, but I wanted to." I admit.

"Even after what I said at the docks?" He asked incredulously.

"Even after." I echo and look into his amber eyes, the confusion apparent.

"Why?" He asks and I feel my blood pulse at the question. Why indeed. Taking a breath, I lean close.

"Because, deep down I can see you." I lift a hand and lay it over his shoulder, the same one, over the place where my lips had secretly been. My eyes move from his to where my hand rests and I feel it's pace pick up under my palm. "And you, as harsh as you have had to become, and occasionally are.. are worthy of being cared and taking chances for. And because... I want to." I whisper.

There, I thought. I admitted it.

And waited for him to push my hand away, pull himself away from my tough. Only he didn't.

I look up from my hand and meet his gaze and nearly tremble when they burn into mine. I start to lift my hand from his skin and slightly jump when his own hand lands over mind, keeping the contact. I can feel my skin heating up as his touch lingers and neither of us pull away. He doesn't say anything but the way his jaw muscle flexed now and again, it looks like he wants to say something until his eyes lower to my mouth and linger, heat. I run my tongue over my lips and I pull back when he tries to actually kiss me.

"Don't," he whispers. "I am.. desperate to have you." One hand goes to my neck, his fingers tightening just a little to pull me back in and I smile.

"You missed your chance last night, ranger." I breathed over hips lips. "I'd rather you try again when your fully.. put together." I gently flick a finger to his head and his wince is enough to have me raising a brow at him. His chest rises and falls heavily, his breath hot over my face as he pulls back, his hand dropping to his lap.

"You minx." His voice made my skin tingle and tighten. "It's cruel to play with a wounded man." I smile. "I'll make it up to you." His hand lifts to my face, trailing a finger over my jaw, and down my throat. "Just as soon as my head decides to not spilt open." He closes his eyes for a second and I cant resist. I lean over a brush my lips against his temple, almost willing the pain to go away. His body tenses a little but soon, I feel him lean a little into me. Pulling away, I start to rise.

"Well, I am going to go grab a few things in town, then see if I can track down this Malborn." I say as I put my boots back on.

"He's not downstairs?" He asked, glaring at the window that began to fully let in light.

"No. But when we got in, both times, it was busy and my hands were full last night." I toss a look to him and head to the window to pull a curtain over. Some still crept past, but nothing as blinding to him no doubt, as before, his groan of relief said plenty.

"Thanks. Both he and Delphine seem to like taking their sweet ass time when dragon are running loose."

"Not to mention the High Elves, cackling away in the dark, as they plot and plan." I add as I start to strap my weapons to me earning a snort from him.

"Do they even do that?" He asks as I finish buckling my second sword. Looking toward the ceiling in thought, I think to the Council.

"Sometimes, but it becomes public knowledge not long after." I say as I walk back to the bed. "Now, I wont be long, but that gives you enough time to recover from your night of excessive and needless drinking."

"I'll be ready. But.. yeah, take your time." He sighs. "Maybe I'll be able to find my pants." I cant tell if he's teasing or being literal but I laugh softly as I walk to the door. Opening it, I step aside for Karnwyr who trots inside, tongue hanging out of the side of his jaw. Looking back to Bishop, he taps the bed and lets Karnwyr up beside him, holding the wolfs head between his hands, scratching both sides.

"And next time I have to peel your clothes off you, ranger," I start, getting his eyes to snap to me. "I would enjoy it much more if you were fully conscious when I do so." I wiggle my fingers in farewell as I close the door behind me, even as his guttural groan makes me tremble and smile to myself as I head down the stairs to the tavern below.

No Malborn.

Damn.

My mood didn't diminish in the least though. In fact, I felt lighter than I had in a long time. I was awake and feeling excited about as I stepped out of the inn and glanced towards the shops. The city was becoming alive now, venders open and all levels of society roaming around. Walking towards the vendors I wonder if there was a blacksmith who would let me sharpen the edge on my-

"If you're heading to the Blue Palace, you might want to.. rethink that outfit." I stop mid-step and slowly turn to face the voice that had my spine stiffen slightly. Looking over the woman, I do my best to look at her blankly.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I ask, reigning in my ignorant at the High Elf. She reminded me of a shopkeeper or a mathematical tutor I knew while I had matured in Morrowind…

I hated that woman.

"Nothing at all. It's very..." she looks me up and down, her mouth turning downward like she swallowed something vile. "nice." She finishes. "If you want something with a little more style, however, you should come by our shop. Radiant Raiment. We could fix you right up."

I huff a laugh as my brows furrow. Bitch.

"Did you just honestly insult me and then advertise your business in the same breath?"

"It's not an insult, just an observation." I mockingly nod my head at her reason. "If I were walking around with a wound, I would want you to tell me to see a doctor." My brow lifted at this. "Your outfit is something of an open wound... where attire is concerned. Not many people care, these days. The world is the worse for it." I am starting to supress the urge to slap this woman. You think my armour is a wound, I'll show you an open wound.

"I am sorry of fashion isn't on the forefront of my mind. Cause you know, silk shirts aren't made for fighting draugr or dragons, really. See, it doesn't resist flames all that much." I can't keep the sarcasm out of my voice. Her thin-lipped mouth tightens and I feel myself feel better. " I think I would look rather silly in something like that for what I do."

"Look silly! As if you could look any sillier than you do now." She threw back and I smile in return.

"Well then I think you need to have your sight checked. That's shouldn't be a problem, since you're a doctor."

"I'm not a doctor. I'm a seamstress." She inform me and I shrug.

"Wounds or spools of thread, your eyes are a key factor in noticing that there is nothing in fact, wrong with my armour."

"Is that so? My eyes see many imperfections when it comes to clothes."

"Well, with hair pulled that tight, I'm surprised you can see anything at all past your own narrow mindedness." I point to her two tightly pulled pigtails at the top of her head. Her brows raise in, what I hope was shock, at my words. Though I'm surprised they could move at all. I wonder if she put her hair down, would her whole face sag? Most likely. "Just an observation. Now if you will excuse me." I add and continue on my way.

"You're really going to the Blue Palace?" She asks, speeding up until she is beside me again. I didn't say I was, but seeing her eyes all bugged out at the direction I was headed, I nibbled.

"I don't see a reason as to why I cant." I don't even know why this irritating woman was following me.

"They don't just let anybody in."

"Oh, I don't know, I think I have a nice enough personality that they'll let me in." I say with a small jerk of my shoulders.

"That presents and opportunity." She lifts a hand to cup her chin, making her look thoughtful. "If you were willing to wear one of Radiant Raiment's outfits and speak to the Jarl I would not only pay you but let you keep the outfit." She calls to me making me glare at her from the corner of my eyes..

"How generous of you." I say exaggeratingly, even putting a hand to my chest making it look like I'm touched by her efforts.

"I have my moments." She says to me as she walks back to my side making me nearly glare at her. Gods, I haven't dealt with a High Elf this pretentious since Morrowind. But I knew that the best way to deal with them was to find the best time and opportunity to remind them that their actions are never overlooked. By anyone.

"Why don't you take them up yourself?" I ask curiously.

"Well I am just so busy with my shop with requests that I haven't had time to make it up there." She explains but I get the feeling like she isn't allowed into the Palace. Thinking it over, I smile tightly.

"Sure." I say and before I know it, a pair of fine clothes are placed in my arms as she says her thanks. Did she just always keep a set of these clothes on hand at all times? Shaking my head, I walk past a courtyard to the Palace. Several flagged ribbons are being used overhead. Party of some sort? The preparation was for something grand by the way people were flowing in and out of those large doors. No guards at the gates…?

"Huh.." I'm curious why the lack of patrols, but am shocked at the doors openings. No locks and no guards in the inner doorway.. I walk into Palace and take it in. Not to shabby. It's regal, but it's not to extravagant in what I have seen in the past. It's just.. Big. The guards who did seem to show up for work don't even stop me when I make my way up a stone spiral staircase and cant help but overhear a conversation in the hall ahead of me.

"I swear to you, unnatural magics are coming from that cave! There are strange noises and lights! We need someone to investigate!" An older man sounded panicked and had me picking up my steps. Unnatural magic? Mages?

"Then we will immediately send out a legion to scour the cave and secure the town." A soft woman's voice soothed the man as I step into the Throne Room. A woman at the large seat has me appreciating the sight. "Haafingar's people will always be safe under my rule."

In a way, her voice reminds me of my aunts. Soft, but still commanding attention when needed. The older man stutters a thanks as he walks out of the room and down the stairs. I listen in a little while keeping my gaze to the floor, so as to not attract attention. I learned to do this on many occasions. Keep yourself small, until you have a chance to cut in when needed. Small goes unnoticed until you want to be. They talk about superstition and I almost snort until they mention something about 'Dragon Bridge being under Imperial control,' and my blood runs cool.

Imperials.

No wonder they don't have so many guards. The literal fucking red flags! The place was crawling with Imperial Army. I'd have to watch my neck…

"I will have someone take care of the cave as well Varnius, you can rest easy."

There.

"I could offer some assistance." I say carefully, breaking up their conversation causing several heads turn my way, the sound of many weapons being unsheathed. I stand a little straighter. "If you are in need." I bow my head in respect to the woman on the throne and met her eyes after.

"You are a traveler?" She asks waving me closer. I stride in, thinking over my answer.

"Of sorts." I admit as she looks me over. "I would be willing to go look at this cave, find out if what the man was speaking was truth or not." Our eyes never waver, but I can tell she looks uncomfortable there on that throne. Like it's too big for her. Her eyes are dark and filled with pain that speaks of loss.

"Why would an outsider help us?" A large red bearded man to my left asks, his eyes looking at me in suspicion.

"Because I am able to help. And I'm offering." I shrug. "It's better to send one small group rather than take away many from their families. Unless you want your people to be worried sick for more than one reason." I watch the man struggle with this and in a few more minutes, I am given the task. Before I leave, I recall what the High Elf wanted from me and, though it is very childish of me, I look back to the Jarl. "My lady, may I ask you a question?" Her gaze moves from her court wizard to me.

"Of course." She answers and I hold my arms out to my sides.

"What are your thoughts on my outfit?" I ask and even do a small spin to show her. My question may have taken her by surprise, but she looks over my clothes very slowly, and her eyes light up, just a small bit.

"It's quite fetching actually." She says with a small smile. "The craftsmanship is excellent." Her voice was honest and didn't look like she was lying. "I have often thought about wearing pants." She says thoughtfully and I smile in return.

"Makes riding and running a whole lot easier." I say and she exhales slowly.

"Oh, I could only imagine." She sounds almost wistful.

"I know where you could inquire about getting a pair fashioned for a lady as deserving as yourself." I offer and her eyes widen.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. Radiant Raiment's would be more than happy to oblige you and your requests." I say with a pleased smile and I see her face lighten. "She helped me with a few repairs not to long ago."

"Then I shall put in for a few for myself. Thank you and be safe out there." She smiled and for the first time since we spoke, it reached her eyes.. Bowing in farewell, I leave the palace. Picking a few potions up from the alchemy shop, I find Radiant Raiment's and enter. The woman's face had me feeling a small bit of pleasure when I told her the jarl liked the outfit I wore and would be requesting some of her own. However, I didn't tell her that I had stayed in my own and forgoed her clothes she had given me. And that I had given it to one of the servants in the jarls palace. She applauded me, but I made sure she kept her coins. After all, I had my reward already. Leaving the shop, I found myself lingering near the executioners block near the gates.

That poor man.. He hadn't even struggled and had tried to speak to them. That the jarl had lost in combat and such things. And if the Imperials were the executioners, I felt a sense of anger rise in me. From what I saw of their form of 'lawful executions' the man could have been speaking the truth. But he wasn't speaking well for their behalf.. The gates opened drawing my attention and a handful of men walked in.

Imperials?

My back stiffened as I watched them walk in, clamouring about their breakfast, what camp they had set up in a region close by, but that's not what snagged my attention. A man amongst them walked in pale silver armour with a two-handed sword on his back. He looked different then the others. From where I watched, I was thankful of several other people who stood in the gates plaza, giving me a decent cover. The man stood about a half foot taller than the group he walked in with. His dark black hair was a startling contrast against the armour. He moved with a sort of grace that had me follow him for a second or two. His head turned to look around the gates and I couldn't help but feel his eyes land on me and linger.

His pace slowed, but he kept moving with the group. Taking my map out of my pocket, I lower my eyes to it and find a route that would work best for us. But Mt. Kilkreath is also close by.

Could get the beacon off my hands. Both places are within an hour walk from here. If we get going soon, we should be able to get back well before dinner time.

"Headed out?" I hear Bishop call as he walked over, Karnwyr at his heels. Turning to him I sigh and look him over. Dressed, but he did look a little rough around the edges. His stubble had a days growth to it, his eyes held dark circles under them but he didn't wince at the light.

"Malborn's still a no-show. Seems were waiting on Delphine's master plan." I mutter and rub my eyes in slight irritation. "I figured we could go kick in a few caves and drop this beacon off. Get this extra weight off me." I say taping my hips satchel. His eyes follow, a little slowly to where my hand rested on the bag and then back to mine.

"Alright. If were going anywhere cold, just ignore me if I stick my head in the snow." He grumbles but his eyes lose their sharpness when I laugh and head to the gates.

"Well it's better then up your own ass." I say as Karnwyr darts ahead of us.

"Yeah well.. Let's get this day over with." I say as we make our way to our first stop; the cave of mages that the Jarl was so worried about.

"Sure. Not like it can be any worse than last night." Bishop grumbles and I slow down until were walking side by side.

"Despite your headache, did you have a good morning?" I ask and he takes a sharp breath and grabs my arm, stopping our pace for a moment.

"You know something.. I did. You surprised me, Ladyship. That doesn't happen often." He pins me with a look that has me feeling that warmth in my chest again.

"I look forward to doing so again then." I say find myself raising a hand to lay it over his cheek and stop a few inches away when he leans back a little to look at it, then me..

Gods. Since I had admitted that I wanted to be.. more with him, I hadn't been able to stop my curious touches. Too much to soon? I start to nibble on my lip and pull away when he then he leans into it, meeting me halfway making my heart tumble in my chest. His face is rough with his stubble, tickling me under my palm and I find my thumb running over his cheek, near the scar, and again, it tumbles when his eyes close for a moment. His eyes open and I nearly gasp when heat meets mine. My hand slowly falls and we continue our way, an energized silence most of the way, until I tell him about the elf who had insulted my clothes. That earned me a laugh or two and soon, the feared cave came into view, and I could have sworn my necklace started to warm on my neck.

Trailing a thumb over it, I watched as Bishop pulled an arrow and let it loose at a skeleton that guarded the entrance. With each step, the warmer my necklace felt.

Just what did this cave hold inside?

AN:

Hello everyone!

It's been a while, but to make up for a small absence, I present you a fairly long chapter!

Thank you goes to all who have been so patient with me in my updating chapters!

Question Time for you guys!

If someone admitted something to you while they were under the influence, would you believe them? Do you think Serlina was right to be doubtful? Should she have said anything back? Done anything?

Did she let Bishop off the hook to easily?

LET ME KNOW! I love your thoughts and comments! You guys are amazing and the next chapter will be up sooner than you guys think! Stay tuned!

Until then,

Keep Romancing!

-IMME