Hi all! So sorry for the wait! This chapter took me so long to write that i almost died a little on the inside.

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Chapter 14:

"You wished to see me Eorland?" Hana said with her hands crossed over her chest. She had slept in till mid-morning, waking up finding Vilkas had left her bed probably earlier that night. Since not being able to wear her armour, she replaced it with a simple lavender coloured dress, slightly hugging at her hips. From having her fit from last night at her brother, she was actually glad she did not have to do many tasks around Jorvaskrr.

"Aye I did lass, I heard you are in need of new armour." Eorland said while sharpening one of the Companion's sword.

"That I am, the last set got torn to shreds from that damned dragon." Hana huffed while pushing her long locks of hair out of her face.

"Aye, I was talking with your brother about it and we came to the conclusion that the Companions does not suit you well for your, how can I put this, line of work."

"So what are you saying Eorland?" Hana said with a raised voice. She did not bother asking the old man about himself or what he knew of the Companions because he would always act so cold to her in return. She barely came up to Skyforge, occasionally just asking Eorland to sharpen her axe more.

"Ever heard of Ebony Armour lass?" Eorland stated as he got up from the grinding tool, walking over to the lava pit of a forge.

"I know of it," Hana shrugged but realised what Eorland was intending. "Are you actually thinking of making me a set?"

"Aye, not tradition Ebony though, I still wish to put a wolf on the chest plate to remark you come from the Companions." He huffed. "Maybe even a new axe and shield, if there is spare ingots."

"I don't know how to thank you Eorland," Hana said with a bright smile on her face. She had always like the look of Ebony armour when her father had brought home a old pair of Ebony boots.

"Can I wear them!" Hana said, jumping up and down.

"They might be a bit big for you squirt," Her father laughed at her, ruffling her hair.

"See they fit perfectly," taking a step in the heavy boots, causing her fall over.

"In time they will," her father chuckled.

"You can thank me by heading down to War Maidens and seeing if Adrianna has any spare ingots, here's some gold now hurry off," he shrugged her off and went back to working with a soon to be sword.

She nodded in agreement and slowly walked down the stairs from the Skyforge. To her left, Farkas was training with the new whelps, Athis once again attacking Njada with his sword, hitting her shield each time. Grace on the other hand was throwing her daggers at the practice dummies, hitting them perfectly at each target, Farkas gawking at her in awe.

Earlier that morning, she had been practicing with Grace to get her sneaking skills up so she can get in and out of the Thalmor Embassy.

"No roll your foot more! You won't be able to make it through the front door tip toeing the way you do!"

"What is that? You look like a sun baking lizard."

"Stick to the shadows were you can or hide behind doors, don't attack screaming down the hall like you do, be light on your feet and come from behind."

Grace had been ranting at her all morning, trying for her to attempt to sneak past her with her back to her and eyes closed. After two hours, Hana had managed to get pass Grace a few times. Guilt still filled her stomach like lead, weighing her down. She didn't want to sneak out of Jorvaskrr in the dead of night, leaving Vilkas, but she had to. He would not allow her to leave and she knew and understood why. What she was going to do was reckless, thoughtless and outright dangerous. As soon as she gets her knew armour and weapons, she is leaving the next chance she gets.

Walking through the streets of Whiterun, Hana noticed the change in the air. The air had become colder as Winter approached, forcing Skyrim's harsh climates into lower temperatures, covering the land with icy sheets. Soon she would be turning 23 in Winter, making her less of child than what she is.

The market square was buzzing with people, bartering with the sales people trying to get a better price. During her time in Whiterun, when she wasn't away, she would often do smaller tasks for the people of the city. She even had a housecarl, Lydia, who she felt bad for, because she did not really own a house to Lydia carl. Often she would just play around with the kids running in the streets.

She made her way down the main street towards the War Maidens, where Adrianne and her husband lived and worked. Adrianne, at first, did come across a bit strong to Hana but none the less began to warm up to the young woman, helping her out with the work load she had to endure.

"Ah Hana, what do I owe the pleasure to?" Adrianne asked while wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"Since I'm 'grounded' by my brother, I'm doing small errands. Which is why I am here, do you by chance have any Ebony ingots spare? Eorland is making me new armour." She said with a smile.

"Wow, the old man is making something other than steel, that's new. Aye, seven spare but it will cost you." Adrianne smiled slightly, leaning against the timber pillar.

"When does it not," Hana laughed, throwing Adrianne the bag of gold at her. She caught it gladly and went into her shop, coming out with a leather satchel over her shoulder.

"Here you go Hana, I hope that it isn't too heavy for you lass." She said with concern, which Hana just brushed off taking the bag. Sure it weighed a bit and pulled at Hana's aching muscles, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.

"It's nothing that I can't handle, but thanks for your concern." Hana said with a smile.

"Take care Dragonborn," Adrianne nodded before going back to her working at her forge.

She turned on her heel and headed back to the Skyforge, hauling the bag over her shoulder. Walking back past the market square, she saw the familiar leather armour. Glancing to the leader clad figure, a hood covered their face. Hana knew exactly who they were, the damned Thieves Guild.

The figure began walking towards her, head down low. Hana checked her pocket for her own pouch of gold, making sure that she would know if it was to be stolen. The figure bumped into her, mumbling apologies before walking on behind her. Hana quickly stuck her hand in her pocket, as she predicted, and found her pouch of gold missing.

She spun around and grabbed the thief by the wrist, yanking back on his arm. "I believe you just chose the wrong person to rob thief." She said with an arched eyebrow grabbing her gold back from the thief's hand.

"And who exactly I am messing with bitch?" The thief spat at her.

"Careful of your tongue thief, otherwise I shout your soul to Oblivion so you better think twice of your next actions." She warned.

"So you're the legendary Dragonborn? My apologies, I'm just here to find another member of our guild that's all but a man has to make a profit y'know."

Hana pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. What the hell had her friend done now. "I know who you're talking about. Follow me and if I you steal another gold pouch from someone, I will cut your hand off."

She turned on her heal and made her way to Jorvaskrr. She should have known that it wouldn't take long before Grace was needed back at her guild, probably off to chase after 'her' man. "What's your name thief?" she asked on her way back to the hall, the thief in toe.

"Why should it concern you?" he hissed at her.

"Fine, be called thief for the rest of the day." She shrugged, making the bag on her shoulder bounce slightly.

"Fine, the names Rune. We came off on the wrong foot lady. My biggest apologies." He tried to sweet talk her.

Hana rolled her eyes and kept walking around to the back of Jorvaskrr, "The names Hana not lady and I suppose so. I don't want to find you fiddling in someone else's pockets, clear?"

"You have my word," he bowed with a small grin on his face.

"We all know that's mammoth shit Rune," Grace interrupted a smile on her face, "What are you doing here mate?"

"Brynolf sent me, shit is going down in the guild. Mercer is getting worse each passing day, obviously you know something that the rest of us don't. He wants you back as soon as you can." Rune said with his hands across his chest.

"Ah Brynolf just can't resist me," Grace flicked her hair in the air.

Both Hana and Rune snickered at their friend, receiving a glare back. "Meet me at the gates Rune, I should be there soon." Grace said while sighing, walking back to the mead hall.

"Aye," Rune nodded and walked away from Jorvaskrr.

"Grace I will be in there in a minute," She yelled after her friend and dashed towards the Skyforge.

0o0

"So the Thieves Guild have their own issues and you're caught in the middle of it," Hana laughed at her friend as they stood in hall of Jorvaskrr. Luckily Grace didn't have much to grab and was ready to leave.

"Aye, it does seem so doesn't it. To be honest, Mercer can go die in Falmer ridden temple for all I care, I hate him." Grace scoffed as she walked to the back patio.

"You don't like anyone that tells you what to do," Hana giggled.

"You're not wrong," Grace shrugged.

They walked over to the yard where Vilkas and Farkas were sparing. Vilkas managing to hit his brother a few times and get away from his brother. Farkas looked their way and smiled at Grace who pointed at his brother, not understanding what she meant. Hana laughed as Vilkas kicked his brother's feet out from under him, causing him to fall flat on his arse.

"Didn't know that little midgets catch you that off guard brother," Vilkas laughed, pulling his brother up.

"Can say the same for you Vilkas, you're the one running around with the shortest Nord I've ever seen!" Farkas chuckled earning a push in the ribs.

"Much to your 'disappointment' Vilkas, I'm afraid I have to tend to my business back at Riften." Grace sighed, kicking the dirt on the ground.

"So you're leaving? For how long?" Farkas's face went from happiness to sudden sadness.

"Hopefully not for long. Don't worry big fella, I'll be back here sooner than you'll think." Grace smiled, giving Farkas a hug.

Vilkas leant closer to Hana and whispered in her ear, "Isn't that adorable." Hana giggled in agreeance. She knew from the way that Grace acted around Farkas that she had a strong liking for the tall Nord. Pretty much since the first night they met back in the inn, Grace hadn't stopped asking questions about the man, creating a spark of curiosity as why Grace was asking about Farkas.

"Well I hope so anyway," Farkas said, letting go of Grace's small frame.

"You don't need to accompany me from here. I best be off anyway." Grace shrugged and wrapped her arms around Hana, her doing so in return.

"You take care Grace, don't get stabbed please." Hana sighed.

"I won't. But when I come back any see that you have been snogging your man again, I'm locking you away from him. You could have at least the decency to cover up those bruises Hana," Grace winked at her. Hana could feel a blush forming on her face and punched her friend playfully on the arm.

"Scram you pest," Hana laughed.

"And so I am, Vilkas don't hurt her you hear me?" Grace threatened.

"I think she will be the one hurting me more," Vilkas laughed. Another pang of guilt hit Hana in her stomach. 'Please shut up Vilkas,' she hushed to herself, feeling bad as it is thinking about tonight.

"I believe that, good bye all. Hana expect some letters heading your way!" Grace said while sprinting from the back of Jorvaskrr.

"Thank the divines she's gone, no offense Farkas," Vilkas laughed earning a little shove from Hana.

"Aye, she is a handful that one." Hana chimed in. She looked back to Farkas, a frown tugging at his mouth. "Don't worry Farkas, she will be back soon enough. I for one know she will be back."

"How do you know that?" Farkas asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I think I know something that you don't," she winked before walking back up to the Skyforge to check in with Eorland.

"What's that meant to mean? Hana!" Farkas yelled after her and she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

0o0

It was now dark out in Skyrim and the Companions and Circle members gathered in the mead hall for their usual dinner. Hana sat next to Vilkas at the end of the table, listening to one of Torvar's drunken tales.

"You should have seen it! The giant was swinging its club at the bandits, and next thing you know one is flying higher than Azura's statue!" Torvar carried on. Hana almost choked on her mead from laughing.

"You can't be serious Torvar, you sure you weren't in your drunken state as usual?" Aela chimed from across the room next to Hana's brother. Since Skjor's death, Hana has noticed that her brother and Aela had become rather close. The two always going out on contracts together or teaching each other new skills.

"Aye, it's true. Seen it for myself when I was younger." Hana agreed with Torvar, which was a rare occurrence.

"That's it, another one has lost their mind in these halls. Better go find it Hana!" Ria giggled across from her.

"Aye it is true! I was out with Grace, believe it or not. A group of thieves had decided to rob from a giant and got flung into the air like a doll in seconds." Hana stated sipping from her tankard if mead.

"What don't you and Grace do?" Farkas asked next to her.

"Many things Farkas that I do not feel like recalling." She shrugged with a smile on her face.

"Oh come on, tell us." Ria pleaded, eyes wide with wonder.

"Oh fine," Hana couldn't help but not to say no to Ria, she was so friendly and like a sister to her. "Vilkas don't get mad at me because of this story I have warn you."

The whole hall erupted into laughter, Vilkas on the other hand crossing his arms over his chest and had an eyebrow raised.

"So when I was in Riften with Grace, we were at the inn one night helping out and these two people come in. At first, I didn't take much notice to them and went on with helping Kirava. Later that night Grace pulled me aside and pointed to the duo that walked in earlier.

"Now you can't tell me he isn't our age?"

"Who" I asked her and honestly I couldn't care less at that time.

"That boy over there. Next to the bard." That was when I met Josht. I ended up talking to him for I don't know how long but we ended up seeing him more around Riften." Hana laughed.

"What did he look like?" Ria asked.

"Well, when I last saw him, he as blondy-brown hair and the sharpest blue eyes I have ever seen. I had to admit, he is very attractive." Vilkas huffed next to her. "Don't you start." She laughed at him grabbing his hand from under the table.

"So what happened?" Aela asked.

"Well one day I was out with Josh talking and Grace happened to come along and cause trouble as per usual. She started chatting Josht up a lot and talking that I had the hots for him. I haven't been as red since that day. She literally shoved me into him any chance she got and made it so awkward between us." Hana chuckled

"And what of him now?" Her brother asked, eyebrows raised.

"I don't know, probably back in Solitude where he was from. I haven't seen him since I left." Hana shrugged.

"Careful Vilkas, you may have some competition." Farkas joked at his brother who only rolled his eyes at him. Hana squeezed his hand gently making him push her a little bit.

"Aye, if he ever steals this one from me I will personally hunt him down." Vilkas chuckled.

"You should have seen Vilkas when we met Hana's friend on our trip." Farkas laughed, "He looked as though he was going to rip their throats out!"

"Which friends now?" Lockan mused, kicking his legs up onto the table.

"You remember Jaxon and Wyatt right? Well Wyatt the all high and mighty commander managed to get captured by Imperials and we had to save his arse," Hana mocked. Lockan burst into laughter, rocking back on his chair too far, causing him to hit the floor with a thud. Everyone in the hall laughed once again.

"Ice-brain," Aela commented at her brother.

"It surely sounds like Wyatt to do something like that!" Lockan laughed. "Where is he now do you know?"

"Nay, probably still chasing after Caesa," Hana smirked.

0o0

The night carried later on into the hours of the night. Hana had been sitting by the fire, drawing in her book once again. She looked around the hall that, lit by the raging fire in front of her. Most of the Companions had gone to bed, leaving Torvar passed out on a bench, which was designated, 'Torvar's seat of Drunkness.' Vilkas and Farkas were sitting at a smaller table in the hall having some kind of argument about heavy armour or something like that.

The nights had grown colder in Skyrim, making the fire the perfect spot for her to rest by. The love marks from Vilkas had started to fade slightly through the day, which Hana was glad about. Luckily, Hana had her hair down most of the day, hiding them from others in the hall.

Hana closed her book and got up from her position near the fire. She stretched her sore muscles and walked over to the two brothers. Vilkas looked over at her and smiled before returning to talking with his brother. Hana took her chance and sat down on Vilkas's lap like back at the inn.

"What do you mean you haven't worn a full set of heavy armour Farkas? And you say you're a master in heavy armour." Vilkas complained to his brother.

"Well I can say the same for you, I can best you any day in combat with two handed weapons." Farkas huffed.

"Boys, calm down. You're giving me a head ache with your nagging," Hana whined.

"Speaking of headaches, have you had that potion that Danica gave you?" Vilkas asked her, poking her in the ribs slightly. Hana tried to get up off Vilkas's lap but was forced down by his strong arms.

"Farkas, be a dear brother and go to that bag over there and grab a bottle out," Vilkas laughed while holding Hana down.

"You know how unfair this is right?" Hana complained. Farkas came back over to them and handed his brother the bottle.

"I know, drink it," he ordered at her.

"Fine, I'm too tired for your games tonight," Hana sighed and grabbed the bottle from his hands, uncorking the bottle and chugging down its contents. "Happy?"

"Very," Vilkas laughed at her.

"Just go to your rooms already you two," Farkas gawked them.

"I could have said the same for you and Grace…" Hana laughed before jumping up and walking down to her new room. Vilkas and Farkas had moved all of her belongings into Skjors old room that afternoon.

"Aye, same here brother." Vilkas cooed. Hana laughed at Farkas, who was going red from blush. Never had she seen the man go that red before.

"Well I'm going to bed, good night Farkas." Hana laughed.

"Aye, good night Hana. I suppose you're going to follow her?" Farkas asked from behind her.

"How did you know?" Vilkas chuckled running after Hana behind her.

She walked down the stairs and opened the doors towards the living quarters, allowing Vilkas to follow after her. While walking next to each down to their rooms, Vilkas grabbed Hana's hand, holding it tightly. They didn't say anything, in case they woke up someone.

Hana was outside her room when she stopped and looked up at Vilkas. "Do I get a good night kiss?" Hana cooed.

Before she got an answer, Vilkas had leaned down kissing her sweetly on her lips. His stubble pressing against her skin. He pulled her closer to him, allowing her to stretch her arms around his neck. She could feel him roaming her body with his hands and stopped at her hips.

She pulled away from the kiss, resting her head on his chest. "You know you should wear your war paint less often, you look a lot more handsome without it." She mumbled to him.

"You should wear dresses a lot more. They suit you." He sighed back.

"You only like them because they all hug at my hips and curves."

"Aye, very true," he said while slightly squeezing her arse. "Well you are a tease."

Hana laughed at the comment, "I know I am and it's funny seeing you suffer." She yawned shortly after.

"I think it's time you go to bed," Vilkas laughed, pushing her towards her room.

"I'm not moving unless you make me," she huffed.

"Fine then, have it your way." Vilkas came closer to her, launched her onto his shoulder, and walked into her room, placing her on the bed. She giggled like a little girl the whole way, slamming her fists down onto his back.

"You're no fun," Hana yawned.

Vilkas placed another loft kiss to her lips before breaking it. "It seems to be that way."

"Good night Vilkas," she yawned stretching out and placing a hand on his cheek.

"Good night, love," he said back to her and planted a small kiss on her forehead before walking out, closing the door. Did he just call her love? It took Hana by surprise at the name Vilkas gave her and smiled. From all the relationships that she had been in, not once was she ever been called 'love'.

'Child, are we not going hunting tonight?' her wolf spirit demanded.

She sighed and laid down under the covers of her bed. 'No, I'm sick of you wanting me to cause trouble, now fuck off would you?' Hana spat back, untying her hair and placing her head down on the pillow.

'You're testing my patience child.'

'Oh can it would you?'

Hana smiled when she did not hear a response back from her spirit. She closed her eyes, letting her dreams take over reality.

0o0

Weeks had passed since the dragon attack. Hana walked through the streets of Whiterun, wrapping herself in her pelt, protecting herself of Skryim's cold weather. The Gildergreen tree in the centre of the wind district showered the ground of rogue flowers that had fallen early. She had helped Danica as well as many other citizens of Whiterun, as well as going on small jobs from the Companions while waiting for Eorland to craft her armour. Last that she had heard from the smith, he had just completed making the chest piece for the set.

Walking down the stairs towards the markets, she passed Nazeem, the snob headed Redguard. "Do you get to the Cloud District? Oh what am I saying, of course you don't," was his usual snicker at her. 'One day, you're going to find an arrow in your chest Nazeem if you don't shut up,' she mentally scowled at the man and kept walking towards Belethor's shop.

Wakling into the shop, her senses were overwhelmed from the herbs and other odds in Belethor's shop. 'Just sell your shit and get out,' she reminded herself.

"Well hello Hana," Belethor slurred at her, a creepy smirk plasted on his face.

"To you Belethor," she sighed and dragged her bag onto the counter, pulling out her findings on her travels. She had managed to find a large amount of jewels, parts of armour and smaller weapons while rummaging through tombs and other around Skryim.

Belethor looked through her bag and smiled. "I will give you 2000 gold for the lot."

Hana cocked an eyebrow and nodded slightly, "Deal."

"How does one find these odds and ends in Skyrim?" he asked while handing large amounts of pouches to Hana.

"You just have to know where to look," Hana smiled, "I best head back to Jorrvaskrr, pleasure doing business with you."

Hana spun in her heal and high tailed out of the shop, not wanting to talk to Belethor any longer than what she had to. Even when she was a child, she found the man creepy and tried her best to stay clear of him.

One thing that Hana didn't understand while she was walking back to Jorrvaskrr is how her brother let her go on small tasks and yet he still didn't let her go away to the Embassy. Hana knew that it was dangerous, well more than dangerous, and practically suicidal to go. She had been meaning to talk to Vilkas about it but didn't want to cause a fight. That was one thing that she dreaded, causing fights with the people she loved. Whenever she got into an argument with her parents, it would only take less than an hour to feel guilty and try to apologise.

A tap on the shoulder made her snap out of her thinking state and turned around. A young man dressed in the usual light clothings of a courier stood before her. "Are you Hana?"

"Aye, that I am. What is it?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I have a letter for you and Farkas of the Companions. The man who gave them to me said that they were from a friend in Riften. I must be going now." Said the young man, handing Hana the letters before running off to make more deliveries.

Grace. Hana knew exactly who it was from and smiled. It was the first letter she had received from her friend since she left, although Hana had sent many to Grace. Farkas on the other hand, seemed to be sending a letter to Grace nearly every week. Love sick. The poor Farkas was lovesick. Hana laughed when she first realised at how much Farkas had fallen for her friend, Grace almost oblivious to it as Hana was with Vilkas almost a month ago.

She turned the letters in her hands and noticed the wax stamp seal. The symbol of in the centre of the hardened was of a diamond with a small circle in the middle. Hana had seen that symbol many times before in Riften when her and Grace had been exploring the Cemetary at the back of the city.

"Have you seen that symbol before?" Hana asked Grace.

"You know what I heard? It's rumoured the Thieves Guild live below this cemetary. One day, I'm going to join their ranks and steal from the wealthiest people in all of Skyrim!" Grace gloated to her, shoving her slightly

"You can hardly sneak away from the orphanage Grace!" Hana laughed at her friend.

Hana missed those days with her friends, when she was younger and didn't have to worry about saving all of Tamerial. Just her luck.

She opened the heavy wooden doors of Jorrvaskrr, letting the warmth of the hall welcome her. Njada and Athis were at it again, squabbling about some nonsense.

She rolled her eyes at the pair and walked over to Farkas who was sitting with Aela, welcoming Aela's insults to him.

"Oh Farkas, you have a letter!" Hana laughed. Farkas's eyes widened realising who it could have been from. "Should I read it out loud for everyone to hear?"

"Don't be cruel Hana," Vilkas's voice came from behind her, feeling his arms wrap around her waist.

"Can you two stop touching each other for more than day please? You two make me sick," Aela complained.

Hana just smiled and raised onto her tiptoes, planting a small kiss on Vilkas's lips. "Good to see you too."

"That's it, if you two ice-brains are going to act like that, I'm out." Aela huffed, getting up from her chair and heading towards the training yard. The three Circle members laughed as Aela left the hall. Hana handed Farkas his letter from Grace and smiled. "About time she replied back from those damned letters she has been receiving."

"Have you read yours?" Vilkas asked, resting his head on her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck.

"Nay, I haven't yet. Should I read it aloud?" Hana questioned.

"Aye, why not." Vilkas shrugged, removing himself away from Hana and sat down at the table next to his brother.

Hana nodded and opened her letter from her friend. Apparently Grace had been so keen on writing back, she had three pieces of papers filled with writing.

"Hana, dear friend. Sorry that I have not been able to reply back from your letters.

Shit has gone loose in the Theives Guild right now. Mercer has been at my throat asking me to do his bidding as well as Brynolf. You remember him don't you? Anyway back to the point. I have hardly had any time to myself let alone sleep. I think the last time I slept was five days ago.

Now time for me rant to you about something I didn't get a chance to do before I left. It's about Farkas."

Hana could help but burst into laughter at her friends letter. Both of the brothers had their eyebrows raised at her from the letter so far.

"What else does it say?" Farkas asked, eyes wide.

"I don't know if I should continue reading," Hana laughed.

"Aye, might be for the best. Besides you never know what those two talk about. Don't want to hear about those women's problems." Vilkas laughed. Hana glared at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Oh don't be like that Hana, I was joking." Vilkas smiled. Hana just poked her tongue at him before tucking the letter away in her pocket.

"Careful Vilkas, she might bite your head off." Farkas sneered.

Hana casted her glare to Farkas now, "That it Farkas, give that letter back. I'm gonna burn it!" She threatened at him. Both brothers laughed at her and she too started laughing. Vilkas pulled her down, making her sit on his lap. She felt his hands shift, wrapping around her waist.

"So what's the Dragonborn been up to today?" Vilkas cooed at her.

"Oh you know, looking for the Golden Meatball of legend." Hana laughed, "What do you think? Doing small errands for the people here. I swear people are purposely losing stuff so I have to retrieve it for them."

"Golden Meatball?" Farkas asked.

"A friend of mine came up with that. She's a wild one at that, somehow managed to have a pet monkey." Hana giggled.

"You have very strange friends Hana." Vilkas laughed at her.

"I know this already," Hana sighed, "Has Eorland finished with my armour yet?"

Vilkas shook his head. "I don't know. You will have to go up and see him." Hana nodded in agreement. She leaned against Vilkas, listening to the two brothers conversation. She had a plan. As soon as she got her armour, she was sneaking out of the place and helping Delphine. She had managed to figure out a way to make sure she could get away as quick as possible.

0o0

Hana was lost for words she Eorland handed her armour to her. The black armour glistened in the light, its golden patterns standing out against the colours. The layered armour was heavy in her arms but she couldn't wait until she tried it on.

"Go on, put it on." Eorland smiled at her. She barely nodded before running behind one of the rocks and changed into the new armour. Walking out from behind the rock, Hana could feel the weight of the armour. It was a lot heavier than her last, but it fit her well enough. It's layered look on the shoulders and gauntlets made her look menacing.

"It fits perfectly Eorland! Thank you so much!" she squealed in delight.

"Aye, it suits you girl. I have your axe and shield on the bench over there for you. Now this should be a little bit more dragon proof but don't go testing. I do have to say, it is very odd that you don't wear a helmet." Eorland said as he leaned against the rock of the forge.

"It gets too stuffy and besides it pulls at my hair." Hana huffed. She walked over to the bench and picked up her new axe. It weight surprised her. It was as heavy as what she thought and ran her armoured fingers along the blade of her new axe.

"Try it out of the dummies down at the training yard. If you need your axe sharpened just come up and use the forge anytime. I have heard you can do minor smithing." Eorland stated at Hana picked up her shield and placed it on her back.

"Aye, I learnt from my father. Thank you again Eorland." Hana smiled.

"You don't have to keep saying it girl now go." Eorland dismissed her. She nodded and walked down to the training yard. She smiled as she threw her axe up into the air, catching it on its hilt. She walked up to one of the dummies, spinning the axe in her hand.

She steadied her breath and started swinging at the dummy. She easily cut at the straw filled body with each swing. Deciding to try something different, she spun around and aimed her ebony axe at the throat of the dummy. Putting little effort in, the head came flying off dummy and fell to the ground.

Hana raised her eyebrows in shock at how easy it was that she could decapitate the dummy. She smiled happily and hilted her axe to her waist and walked towards the mead hall and towards her room, where she would pack her things, ready for tonight.

Nobody was in the hall when she went down towards her room, for once it was dead quiet. She walked down the hall towards her room and shut the door behind her. Stripping off her armour and pulling a dress on and sat down at her desk, flipping over the note she didn't finish reading.

So with Farkas, I don't know where to begin. For once I actually miss someone and wanting to be around him. Damned his good looks and nature. How the heck did you fall for Vilkas and not Farkas? Honestly they are exactly the same, except one is more likeable. Does Farkas talk of me much in the hall?

Anyway I wish to tell you about the embassy and what I managed to sniff out. So it is heavily guarded as I suspected. You better choose wisely what you are doing Hana. I don't want to attend your funeral. I know you may not have much skill but it is wise to always take lock picks with you. It's totally legal, I think it is anyway.

So big news I was in Solitude not too long ago and you will never guess who I saw! JOSHT! Remember him? He even recognised me too, ended up chatting for hours. He even asked where you are how you have been. Looks like someone still cares for you. Shame.

'Shit,' was all that Hana could think after reading the part of the letter. If she was to run into him, there would be a lot of explaining going on. And most likely to see him with Vilkas.

I am sorry for the lack of letters but as I said, the Thieves Guild is sending me nuts right now. Wish that you can come over here to Riften.

I forgot to tell you, I ran into Lockan on the way to the gates as I left Jorrvaskrr. At first I thought he was just saying good bye but he pushed me aside and asked me to do something for you. He asked if I could go into the Embassy instead of you. The nerve of your brother. I declined and told him 'I know it is dangerous but it's Hana's business alone,' and walked off.

Okay so I will send you another letter when I get the chance but if you don't hear from me in the next week, I'm probably dead.

Kidding well I hope not anyway.

Cya Hana.

P.S. Why are you reading this and not snogging your man?

That's it. Lockan had done some stupid things around Hana but this was the last time she would let it stand. She had to confront him about it, heck prove to him that she isn't a feeble, weak deer that can be hunted down in an instant .

0o0

For the first time since Hana had joined the Companions, Kodlak was dining with the rest of the Companions in the mead hall. She knew the man was old and the beast blood was practically the only thing keeping him alive. She felt sorry for the old man, the constant worry of when he passes, he may not be able to go to Sovengard, but that was not of Hana's worry tonight.

Sitting at the table next to Vilkas, she listened to Farkas and her brother chatting from across the table while sipping from her mead.

"Got any more love letters yet Farkas?" Her brother teased.

"Only the one today since she left. And they are not love letters!" Farkas boomed slamming his tankard on the table.

"I was only joking big fella," Lockan sighed with a smile on his face. "Besides it has been a lot quieter since Grace left."

"What do you mean by that Lockan?" Hana said with an arched brow.

"I mean that there since Grace has left, there has been no trouble caused that is all Hana, don't need to get angry."

"I never said I was angry, just I don't appreciate my own brother bad mouthing my friend," Hana said in an irritated tone tapping her fingers on the table.

"Well you haven't been any better, you still go out on those stupid missions for people and getting involved in more business than you should." Her brother huffed, his voice stern.

Now her brother was really pissing her off. "Right, I remember now. You don't want your little sister being touched. How could I forget," She rolled her eyes and lowered her head. She felt Vilkas grab her hand in his, looking up at him. She shook his hand away and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't want anything to do with Vilkas at the current moment, as he did agree to asking Grace.

"I never said that Hana. What would Mother and Father think if they knew you were going off and almost getting yourself killed?" Lockan spurred.

Hana got up from her chair in a hurry, knocking it back as she got up. She could feel her face getting red with rage and not once had she wanted to bash her brother's skull in. "Don't you dare bring our parents into this!" Everyone in the mead hall went quiet and looked at her, but she couldn't care less. " You can't shelter me forever Lockan and Grace told me some very interesting news in the letter she sent me. I knew before hand only a few weeks ago that you were going to ask Grace to risk her life and do my bidding! She only just confirmed that you had asked as she left Whiterun!" She cursed at her brother.

"I was only trying to protect you Hana! If you go into that Embassy, you will be dead as soon as you take one step inside!" Lockan yelled at her.

"Piss off, I don't care if you were! You have no right to ask my friend to do something dangerous all because your sister is the Legendary Dragonborn and thinks she can't handle herself!" She screamed back, slamming her hands down on the table. The beast blood with in her boiling at her change of emotion. It flowed through her veins, clouding her vision slightly. Vilkas was pulling at her hand, trying to get her to sit back down and calm down, but she shook him off, not bothering to look at him. "You have little to no faith in me! Since I was born you have sheltered me!"

"But you are reckless! If I remember correctly, you were the one that got hit by the dragon and nearly got killed!" Lockan growled at her.

"That was because I was saving his life!" She said pointing to Vilkas, "You cannot keep me chained up here Lockan!" Lockan's expression only grew in rage at the comment. She looked down at Vilkas who was scowling at her slightly.

"Hana, calm down. You're temper is getting the better of you." Vilkas hushed at her. She just looked down at him with an icy glare, making him look down in shame.

Kodlak stood up from his seat across from her, his deep voice ecoeing through the hall, "Enough! You two are members of the Companions, let alone amongst the Circle. You two are acting like two wolves fighting a scrap. Hana, leave."

"Gladly," Hana spat before stomping away from the table. "Bloody child," her brothered mumbled behind her. Not even thinking she grabbed her dagger from her ankle, spun around and pegged it just past her brother. It lodged itself in the pillar just behind the man. Hana huffed in satisfaction, and stomped down to her room, closing the door behind her with a bang.

'Girl, your anger is only going to get worse the way you're going. Transform, rid yourself of the pain.' Her wolf spirit growled at her as she walked towards her room with heavy feet.

'Not now,' she snarled back.

'You know you want to. How else are you going to escape this place tonight?'

'What are you saying?' She questioned her spirit.

'You will be able to escape this place in quicker speed in wolf form girl, benefiting you and me.'

She paused for moment and thought through the offer her wolf spirit just offered her. It was true; she could make it all the way to Solitude just before the dawn.

'I see your point. Fine, we leave when the everyone in the hall is asleep.' She concluded.

'I am glad you're seeing it my way girl.'

Hana opened the door to her room and slammed it shut. She found the biggest bag that she owned and stuffed her new armour and weapons into the bag as well as her small carry bag, filled with potions and other miscellaneous items she needed. A knock on her made her jump slightly but never answered it.

The door slowly creaked open and shut. The sound of heavy armour shifting in her room indicated who it was. "If you think I'm going to apologise to him, you're mistaken Farkas." She huffed, not bothering to turn around and continued packing.

"I thought by now you would be able to tell who was who Hana." Vilkas's voice rang through her room. She still didn't turn around, and continued on packing.

"You can't be serious if you think Kodlak or anyone in that manner let you out of Jorrvaskrr from the tantrum you just pulled," Vilkas continued on, leaning against the stone wall. Hana spun around and death stared Vilkas, an eyebrow raised.

"You're not of the hook either Vilkas, I heard you agree with Lockan that he was to ask Grace to go to the Embassy." She huffed, pulling random pieces of hair out of her face.

"Aye, I know and I shouldn't have agreed to it." He said while shifting off from the wall, walking closer to Hana. She watched him stalk closer to her, not bothering to move.

"Yes, you shouldn't have." She scolded at him, pulling at her lilac dress. It had become a habit of her pulling at her clothing. "And I'm leaving tonight with or without your permission."

Vilkas pulled her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist, another playing with the strands of her chocolate brown hair tied to the side. His scent filling her senses, calming her slightly.

"I don't want to argue with you Hana, but is there anyway that I can make you stay?" Vilkas sighed, tilting her head up, her eyes meeting his pale silver eyes masked in the black war paint.

"Nay, there isn't." She sighed, trying to pull away from Vilkas's embrace but was held still from his strength. "Let go Vilkas."

"Nay I'm not, not before doing this." He purred. Lifting her head only slightly, and kissed her roughly. Hana couldn't help but kiss him back, and sighing slightly in the kiss. He had never kissed her like this before, and she couldn't get enough of it. Hana lifted her hands and brushed them through Vilkas's long dark hair, pulling him towards her deepening the kiss.

She couldn't help but moan into the kiss, allowing Vilkas to slip his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers. Vilkas's hands shifted from her hips to the front of her dress, tugging on the strings holding her corset together. Hana removed her hands from Vilkas's hair and wondered down his back to the straps holding his armour together, slowly she pulling at his armour making it fall to the ground, leaving him in just his under clothes.

Vilkas had managed to undo the string on her corset, pulling it off her slowly, making her sigh into the kiss. He pulled her dress down over her small breasts allowing them exposed in the cold air of the room. A large scar covered her chest, spreading from one shoulder to the other. Vilkas broke away from the long kiss, allowing Hana to catch her breath but only inhaled sharply as Vilkas brushed over the scar gently.

Hana looked up at her man, a frown on his face. "Was this from the attack?" Hana only nodded in response, a little ashamed of the position she was in. Vilkas chuckled slightly, "A shame that you have the scar, but none the less you're still beautiful." Hana could feel a blush making an appearance on her face. Vilkas leaned down again, kissing her softer on the lips than before. She tugged at his under shirt, removing it from his body partially breaking the kiss.

She gasped slightly as Vilkas picked her up and lowered her down on her bed, pulling of the rest of her dress, leaving her in just her under garment. Vilkas climbed atop her, trailing his hands up from her thighs to her shoulders, slightly groping her small breasts making her moan slightly. Vilkas kissed her once again, pinning her down on the bed. She could feel the hardness of his member between her thighs, making her squirm slightly beneath him.

Vilkas removed his mouth from hers, and started trailing down her jaw line and down her neck, sucking at her skin. She moaned at his touch as he trailed his other hand up her thigh, pulling down her undergarment slowly, leaving her completely naked under his frame. She gripped the side of her bed, trying to stop her from pining Vilkas down and getting on top of him.

She felt his weight shift, and the pressure of his member at her entrance made her gasp a little.

"You're a virgin aren't you?" Vilkas asked her in a hushed tone.

Hana blushed a little and nodded slightly, "How do you know?" She managed to squeak.

"You're scent," Vilkas confirmed.

Hana giggled slightly, "What can't you smell?"

"That is a very good question that can be answered later." Vilkas sighed, "Do I have your permission?" Hana gave a small not at Vilkas and closed her eyes, waiting for his embrace. She almost screamed when he entered her, her insides twisting slightly at the intruder.

"I'll go slow Hana, I don't want to hurt you," Vilkas calmed her before kissing her sweetly, making her calm down. He moved slowly inside her, making her moan into the kiss. It didn't take long before the pain subsided and filled her with a slight warming of pleasure, reaching from her legs all over her body. The heat in between her legs increased has Vilkas began to pick up the pace, making a pressure inside become more noticeable.

She moaned even more as Vilkas sped up, and soon was just about scream as the built up pressure was released with in. Vilkas clasped his mouth over her as he continued to rock her body, supressing the slight scream. She could feel him speed up, his thrusts becoming faster slamming into her, his breath-becoming rasher. His fingers gripping into her hips as he slammed into her, making her moan louder than before and slight squeals of pleasure echoing through her room.

"I love you so much Hana!" Vilkas moaned as he continued to pump into her. Hana was taken back by his words that she didn't realise that she was about to climax again. She squealed in delight as the pleasure washed over her like a wave. Vilkas let out a one final groan before she could feel his member twitching inside her, his seed mixing inside her. Vilkas collapsed down next to her, his hands cupping her face and breathing heavily.

They laid like that for minutes catching their breath, legs tangled together. Hana drew circles on Vilkas's chest while his head rested atop hers. Hana couldn't get Vilkas's words out of her head, 'I love you.'

She looked up at Vilkas and smiled slightly, "Vilkas," she mumbled.

"Yes love?" he said in a soothing town.

"I love you too," she sighed, snuggling closer to his chest.

"Does that mean you're staying?"

Hana hesitated at his question. She knew he wanted her to stay but she is torn between staying and going after her destiny. "Aye, I will stay." She lied.

"Good. Hopefully we didn't just let everyone in Jorrvaskrr know what we have been up to." Vilkas laughed.

"I doubt that. These rock walls are practically like paper walls, you hear everything." Hana yawned into his chest, her eyelids becoming heavy.

"Aye, your right," he too yawned, wrapping his arms around her naked frame, pulling her closer to him. "I love you Hana."

"And I you," she smiled before she closed her eyes, letting sleep take over her body.

0o0

She woke up in the dead of night, the chill in the air rushing over her bare skin. She rolled over and looked at Vilkas. His face rid of the usual smirk he had, looking more peaceful. She slowly lifted his arm off from around her waist and got off the bed, trying not to disturb his sleep. She quietly changed back into her clothes, and walked over her desk, grabbing the closest piece of paper.

I'm sorry Vilkas, but I have to go.

I know what I'm going to do is stupid, reckless and putting myself in danger.

I do not know when I will return back to Jorrvaskr.

Again I'm so sorry for doing this to you but I need to do this. Thank you for last night and trying to make me stay, but I just can't. Don't come running after me, I do not want to see you or anyone else hurt.

Hana.

She looked over the letter and held it in her hand. As quietly as she could she walked over to her huge bag of equipment and walked towards the door before stopping. She paused and looked over her shoulder, taking one last look at Vilkas before she left the halls for who knows how long.

She forced herself to look away. Grabbing her iron dagger, she stuck the note to her door and left the room.

Hauling her bag all the way up the stairs up to the mead hall was quite a task, trying to make sure she didn't made too much noise. No one was in the hall when she left her room, which was a good sign. As she made got to the top of the stair case, she scanned the hall of anyone. Torvar as usual, was passed out on his bench but no one else was in the hall. Hana smiled slightly before moving on towards the doors leading to the back patio.

"Where are you going lass?" Tilma asked from behind her, making Hana jump in fright.

"Tilma? What are you still doing here?" Hana questioned rather quickly.

"Cleaning up dear. Go on, I know you have to leave. I won't tell anyone child." Tilma smiled before walking off. Hana couldn't help but love that old woman. She showed so much kindness to her since she had joined and would never be able to repay her.

The coolness of Skyrims climate nipped at her skin as she made her way to the underforge. The stars above her lit up the night sky. Opening the secret door to the forge, she stepped inside. The smell of sweat and blood wafted into her nostrils making her cringe slightly.

"I hope you're happy wolf," Hana sighed before removing her clothes and placing them into her oversized bag.

'Oh I am,' her wolf spirit howled in delight.

Letting the beast blood take over her, her skin began to itch and burn slightly. Her bones cracked and reshaped, echoing off the halls. She whimpered in pain as what was once her skin was now replaced with thick brown fur.

When she finished transforming, she looked around the room in her beast form. She could see everything so clearly, and could hear the furthest call of a wolf. She picked up her bag with you vicious jaws and sprinted out of the room using the secret exit, not once looking back.