Turdas, 15th of second seed, 3E 423

After a long while, her brother had proposed to Jullecia. He called a meeting to set up for future plans.

"As you all know, me and Julie are to be wedded very soon…" Rona was obviously a part of the meeting along with a few others.

Rona left for her room right after the small meeting was over. She lay on her bed silently and her brother walked in soon after.

"I thought I'd find you in here." he said sitting next to her. "Are you ok?"

"No." she said looking away from him trying to hide her voice.

"What's the matter then?"

"I don't want to talk about it." she grumbled

"Excuse me?"

"Fine. You really want to know what my problem is? It's you." she turned to him and stood up with an angry face and she breathed in shakily, "And so is that stupid bitch and now a fucking wedding!"

"Don't talk to-" he noticed her eyes began to water up. "Are you about to cry?! Grow the fuck up Rona and be the adult like you are."

"That's easy for you to say!" She walked to the other side of the room. "Ever since she came along, you've done nothing but distance yourself from me! How the hell do you think i feel?!" she yelled helplessly trying to keep in her crying.

"I'm guessing pretty upset, but I'm not going to say this to you again. Get over it and stop being selfish." There was no response from her for a few moments and she did nothing but look at the ground.

"Rona, look at me. Look at me!" nothing.

"Ugh! I should've sent you back when I've-" he was cut short when his sister's hand struck his face.

Tears began to roll down her cheek "Yo-you…" and she quickly ran out of the room sobbing.

Lantrius stood there until silence filled the room. He propped himself up against the wall and slid down it into a sitting position. He stayed there for a while reflecting over what'd happened

"I'm sorry." he said quietly.

Sundas, 18th of Second seed, 3E423

It's been a few days and his sister was nowhere to be found. Lantrius sat on his bed, hand covering his face and Jullecia sat next to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I can't find her."

"What was that fight about?"

"Stuff. She's quite jealous of our relationship and apparently I've said something too sensitive."

"Well, I think she'll get over it and come back soon."

"But what if she's physically hurt or starving or…"

"I'm sure she's fine."

Rona had requested for an assignment without letting anyone know except for Dorvayn whom agreed to keep silent about it. The quest was more guard duty in Vivec.

So this is what they prefer me to do.

This was the first time of meeting the ordinators. They were interesting people except what made them slightly unpleasant was their rudeness to Outlanders. Their fancy armor and the story behind them is what intrigued her the most.

The food was alright, but the restaurant she enjoyed most was the Cliff Racer Ragout. Cliff Racer meat was actually quite tasty. At least if you can cook it right.

Middas, 28th of Second Seed 3E 423

Rona stepped through the doors and the stronghold seemed quitter than normal. Her brother appeared

"Rona! There you are I've been so worried!"

Oh was he now? "Hm." She moved right past him without giving a second look. She then spotted Jullecia

"Where'd you go?" she asked

Why is this dumb bitch still around? Go to hell and fuck your existence, Jullecia. "Places. Out of my way." She pushed Julie aside, went into her room, and stayed there in solitude.

Tirdas, 6th of Last seed, 3E 423

Finally Lantrius and Jullecia were married. Even Rona had attended. After her little breakdown, she came to somewhat accept Lantrius' and Jullecia love for each other. A desire had arisen in Lantrius and his sister to make more gold. They couldn't figure it out. Was it just a strong bond being formed between them or better financing for living expenses? Whatever it was, it was there.

Fredas, 1st of Midyear, 3E 424

A baby girl was born between Lantrius and his wife. Her name: Clara. She shared Lantrius' traits of green eyes and an even amount of facial features between the two.

"She's beautiful!" Rona quietly exclaimed. I still don't like you though.

"Thank you." She smiled.

Before Rona walked out her brother walked in. "How is she?" he asked Jullie

"She's fine."

"The baby is sleeping. We should leave." Rona suggested.

"You're probably right." He walked out of the room "What should we do now?"

"Let's ask the big boss, Dorvayn." She suggested.

"I don't see why not." and they left for the Council Hall.

Dorvayn's new assigned mission for the both of them was to go and search for a captured family of Bosmers from bandits yet again. After some investigating, the bandit's den was eventually found. Lantrius readied his bow and put his sister in the lead. A few had guards blocked their pursuit, but were instantly taken down. The elves were nowhere to be seen. The Chief helplessly charged at the two and had an arrow shot into the leg, causing him to fall dead in his tracks. They questioned him. After mercilessly beating the information out of him, he said that the family was sold as "soon to be" sacrifices for a daedric cult nearby. No signs of any cult in the cave.

That's just what I need. Lantrius began to think sarcastically interrupting my daedric lord's sacrifice ritual. Damn.

After clearing the cave they took the bandit leader as a prisoner and delivered him to House Hlaalu. Scout reports say a cult is beginning a ritual soon at the nearest Daedric Ruins. Upon finding the daedric worshipers, many were slain. A cry was heard further down the halls. The siblings came into a clearing and found a worshiper raising a knife and chanting an unknown ancient sermon. Lantrius let loose an arrow, cutting them short. The two found, what they assumed, the infant daughter of about two years on an altar from where the worshipper stood. Rona picked up the baby and they looked for the parents whom have turned up dead. When returning to Hlaalu, they told Dorvayn that the child has been orphaned.

Within the following weeks, Jullecia couldn't help but constantly keep the child over from sympathy. After taking a liking for the little girl, she decided with her husband to adopt her. At first Lantrius decided against it. He thought of it as too much of a hassle, but agreed anyway to keep his wife happy.

Later that evening, he pulled aside three of his most trusted servants into his quarters.

"Of you three, I trust the most. Now, there is a secret that only you shall know. Understood?" they nodded their head and leaned in with curiosity. "We are going to build a lair…" he paused. "A…necromancy lair, for my studies and you are to help me build it."

"Whatever you say, boss." One servant replied and the others shrugged with agreement.

"Good. Your pay has risen, so don't go around boasting about it. We don't need any suspicious or curious persons."

"House Father, what about your sister?"

Lantrius sighed. "She cannot know of this either. We start building a secret room in the basement in a few days from now. Contribute to the work only in your spare time." They all then left the room ,returning to their duties. Lantrius went into the living room and lazily collapsed into his chair. Finally...He thought to himself. The long awaited project to return to my old ways. There were way too many damn setbacks. Too many! Granted I did get a little lazy, but I digress. And he slowly drifted off to sleep.