Chapter 48
Lonely Hearts
Rona cried herself to sleep that night. Her nightmares plagued her, only this time it was nothing but werewolves and Bishop looking at her with eyes full of disdain. When she woke the next morning she was almost sure she heard the soft click of the front door closing. She threw her dress on and raced downstairs looking for Bishop. But no one was there. There were, however, signs that he had come and gone. A few dishes sat at their tiny shared table, empty of fresh food and warm milk. She looked into the spare bedroom and found Karnwyr fast asleep on the bed, curled up under a blanket with an empty potion bottle sitting nearby.
Bishop had come back, if only for a moment to eat and look after his wolf. Her tears came again and she wiped at them. She had no more fitful sobs to give, only gentle tears that wanted to stream over her cheeks. She ate a quick breakfast and collected her weapons and went outside. She had no desire to sit around sulking and crying uselessly to herself.
Instead, she only wanted to see one person, someone who might be able to give her some answers. She went around behind her house and rapped her knuckles on her neighbor's door. After a minute or so the old woman came calling, saying almost sing-song as she opened the door, "Who is it?"
Olava looked her up and down and smiled, "Well, well, the Dragonborn has come back sooner than I expected. Come inside my dear. We have much to discuss."
Rona stepped into the cozy single room which had a small hearth fire pressed against the back wall, a single bed off to the side and a small pantry. The old woman bade her to sit at the tiny table nearby while she pulled her tea kettle from the fire and poured two cups for them before sitting down herself.
"He's turned hasn't he?" She said immediately.
Rona looked on at her and said, "How did you know?"
Olava sipped from her cup before setting it down and saying, "I'm a seer. I can see visions of the past and the future."
The past and the future? She wondered.
"You're worried for him, I know. And you have every right to be. You have much more trouble coming your way dear. Alduin is no pushover, I'll tell you that much."
She wanted to know about Bishop though, "What will happen to him?"
"To the young man? Couldn't say. The path splits in many different ways. Some leading to his death and others where he survives... even some where he's maimed, but he lives on. It all depends on you and your choices."
Rona had to know, "How can I save him? How can I protect him?"
Olava looked on at her sadly, putting a hand to hers, "You already know the answer to that child."
Rona took a breath and pushed that thought away. Ever since Kodlak had spoken to her, saying she'd find a way but that it would break her heart... She couldn't bear to think of it.
"I can give you a glimpse into the past or the future if you'd like. I can only do it once though, it takes quite a bit out of me. However, I don't recommend looking at the future now. Yours is too murky, too many possible paths to take. You'll come back another time and I will help you then with that," she looked into Rona's eyes, her gaze piercing, "There is something else which troubles you, something from the past you wish to see?"
Rona swallowed, thinking of her mother and Grella and what happened between them eight years ago. She nodded slowly and Olava stood up to rummage through a drawer next to her bed. She pulled a large blue crystal from it, along with a small pedestal and set it on the table between them, placing the crystal upright onto the pedestal. She pressed her hands to the crystal, making it glow, it reminded Rona of a soul stone.
Olava said, "Touch the crystal and think of that which you want to know."
Rona took a deep breath and pressed her hands to the glowing jewel and the room around her vanished suddenly. She was cast into bright sunlight. She was outside on a road somewhere a ways from Solitude. She heard a familiar voice and turned back to see her mother.
If this was eight years ago, then Claudia had to be about fifty four years old. There was some gray streaking her long rose colored hair which she'd tied back into her usual thick braid. She had her distinct markings, such as the scars over her left eye and up and down her chin as well as the splash of freckles over her nose. Though now there were crows feet creasing from her eyes and plenty of laugh lines surrounding her mouth. She was a bit heavier, though still very beautiful for a woman her age. She wore the Companions steel armor, adorned with images of wolves and warm furs wrapped around her waist and were sown into her under shirt and boots.
Grella looked just like Aela, only twenty years older. The two women walked side by side and Claudia looked uneasy as she said with her familiar druidic accent, "I dannae trust tha steward. I think he's keepin' somethin' from us."
Grella spoke with a voice much like Aela's, "Oh quit your bellyaching Claudia. All we have to do is clear out old Wolfskull Cave and rescue the farmer's family. They're just necromancers, we've killed plenty of them before."
Claudia shook her head, "Well... I still dannae trust it. Got a bad feeling in meh gut 'bout this one. Keep your wits about yeh woman."
"Hah! Telling me to keep my wits when you nearly lost your head just last week," Grella smirked at her.
Claudia punched her in the arm, "Yah know me woman! I git a bit worked up when ah fight. Be why I keep you 'round, eh?"
They grinned at each other. They were old friends, Shield-Sisters.
Rona followed the two women along the path as they reached a dreary cavern, skulls stuck to pikes all around it, a warning for trespassers. They drew their weapons, Claudia unlatching her dual bladed battleaxe from her back while Grella raised her bow, nocking an arrow to it.
They entered into the cavern and followed down the path, taking care to watch each other's backs and picking off any undead or necromancers looming around the corners. They worked very well together. There were a few times Claudia came close to losing herself while hacking away at her enemies. Her mother's fighting style reminded her a lot of Roxlin and the way she fought with such wild fury. Grella kept her in check though, protecting her and pulling her out of the fray whenever she got too crazy.
Grella's senses seemed to be heightened as well, she was no doubt a werewolf at this time. Maybe that's why they worked so well together. Claudia could lose herself in the fight and Grella, with her keen eyes and perfect hearing could easily pick off anyone or anything that got too close.
As they made their way down the path, jumping down into a large, dark hole in the ground they went along and came into a strange and enormous open cavern. Several enormous watchtowers were scattered around the room, as though they once stood proudly above and outside but then a cave-in sent them toppling down below. Most of them were tipped at awkward angles, but a single one in the center stood straight upright and five or six necromancers stood around a platform chanting loudly. They were performing a spell, they were summoning something.
"Wolf Queen. Hear our call and awaken. We summon Potema!" And again they said, "We summon Potema!"
Claudia and Grella knelt down behind a turn in the cave wall watching as purplish magic spiraled through the air and over them all. Claudia muttered, "Well tha's just great now isn't it?"
"Potema Septim?" Grella wondered, "They're really trying to bring back that evil witch?"
"Jus' goes tae show how crazy magic users are," Claudia said shaking her head.
Grella chuckled at her, "The craziest woman I've ever known lecturing us on who's crazy. The irony."
Claudia smirked broadly back at her, "Ah think it's 'bout time we showed these mages what we're made of."
Grella nodded and gave a pained growl, transforming into a werewolf. Claudia didn't seem to mind, or even care in the slightest. In fact she encouraged it as Grella ran forward, tearing apart the draugr patrolling the stairs.
"Yah never cease to amaze Grella!" Claudia shouted at her back, swinging her battleaxe at any of the creatures Grella had missed.
Then a wicked and ethereal voice boomed loudly through the cavern, "Yes! Yes! Return me to this realm!"
The necromancers chanted, "As our voices summon you the blood of the innocent binds you Wolf Queen!"
"Shite!" Claudia spat, realizing that they were about to sacrifice the people they'd come to rescue.
"Summoned with words. Bound by blood," they chanted.
Claudia caught up to Grella, who'd stopped at the top of the tower, looking out over the landing where the necromancers held two helpless children and their mother against the summoning circle. Their blades drawn, ready to spill blood.
Potema wasn't having it though, realizing that they were trying to bind her to them, "What! What are you doing!? You fools! You cannot bind me to your wills!"
Grella changed back and drew her bow. She fired three arrows in quick succession taking out the necromancers that were about to slit the throats of the prisoners.
The necromancers all turned, looking at the two of them as they both roared furiously and ran in. Grella changed back into a werewolf with ease and started tearing apart the mages while Claudia cut them down furiously, taking care to protect the civilians.
Still one of the necromancers was trying desperately to summon Potema. And Potema merely screeched, "You ants don't have the power to bind me!"
Suddenly the purplish power swooped high into the air, spinning swiftly into a ball before it shunted downward crashing over Grella and boring into her.
Grella's wolfish roars echoed through the cavern and she turned about madly, ripping right into the Ritual Master that was performing the summoning.
Claudia looked like all her fears and worries had just been confirmed as she slowly whispered, "Grella?"
And Grella looked on at her and laughed maniacally, a mixture of a monster and someone else's voice. Someone who sounded just like Potema.
"I have been born again! And in a proper body this time. No one can stop me now. The Wolf Queen lives again!"
Claudia looked horrified at her and as the newly possessed Grella she made to dig her claws into the innocent children and their mother Claudia went berserk unleashing all her fury onto the werewolf, slamming her axe into Grella's body over and over, spraying blood before she took a final swing decapitating her. The werewolf slumped over but the energy burst from her body and flew high into the cavern before it dispersed through a crevice in the ceiling.
Claudia caught her breath and fell to her knees, dropping her axe. For just a moment she seemed to think about what she had just done and then the whimpering of the woman and her children caught her attention and she went over to them, freeing them from their binds and directing them to wait for her downstairs, telling them that she would escort them out shortly. That she just needed a minute to collect herself.
The woman looked on sadly at her and drew her children along, taking them away from the horrific and bloody scene. Claudia slumped down onto the ground and sighed deeply, pressing her hands to her face. Her mannerisms were so much like Rona's.
And as tears traced her cheeks Claudia released the most beautiful and sad song into the echoing cavern. It was for her best friend, her closest Companion, her Shield-Sister.
(The song is The Last Rose of Summer by Laura Wright)
"'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely Companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred no rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh"
Her chest heaved as she cried harder for her friend. Taking deep slowing breaths before she continued her song.
"I'll not leave thee, thou lone one to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping go, sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead
So soon may I follow when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?"
Rona reached out for her mother, wanting to comfort her when everything shattered back to reality and she was returned to Olava's home. The old woman, whose eyes had gone white blinked several times and sighed, "I'm sorry dear, that is all I can stand to show you. It was too much to hold on."
Rona stood from the table and grasped the woman's hands and said, "It was just enough, thank you. Thank you so much."
She turned to leave and Olava said, "We'll see each other again someday girl. Your path is a difficult one, but try to stay strong. We're all counting on you."
Rona glanced back at her and gave a feeble smile before stepping back out the door. She almost didn't know what to do with herself. She'd learned a lot, but Bishop was still gone and she was afraid to face the Companions after everything that had happened.
She decided to take a walk outside the hold and mull over the new truths she'd been shown. Maybe kill a few bandits or something, she laughed to herself because that was something Bishop would want to do to release the pent up energy. She needed to do anything to keep herself occupied.
- That Morning -
After spending all night wandering around the fields of Whiterun, feeling bitter and angry, and even turning into a werewolf several times, getting a hold of his newfound power, Bishop decided that he couldn't ignore his hunger anymore and decided to head back. Maybe he could slip in without her noticing, grab a bite, tend to Karnwyr and leave again.
He was still angry with her, but he was more afraid for her life with him around the way he was. He couldn't trust himself not to lose control. Everything was so different as a werewolf. His senses were all heightened beyond belief, his sense of smell, his hearing and even the way the air tasted was different. Tracking prey was the easiest thing he'd done in a long time. All he had to do was listen and smell and he could find whatever elk or deer he was hunting nearby.
He looked over the dull scars on his arms. There were many slashes and a large bite mark. They'd been so deep the day before but now they were just like all his other old scars, faded with time. The power to heal so quickly and easily was astounding to him. He didn't even need Rona's healing hands.
Bishop walked into Whiterun hold and immediately noticed all the new scents. The strong smell of the forge nearby, the scent of fresh meat at the market and the overpowering, fragrant perfumes of a few wenches coming and going.
He noticed something else though. He could sense the heartbeat and pulse of every single person there. It was almost like the time when Serlas cast a detect life spell over him and he could physically see the creatures with their hearts beating in broad daylight. It was like that now, but without everything being bright red. It made his stomach growl, which alarmed him. He wasn't about to let himself feel hungry for human flesh.
He power walked to the homestead and slowly and quietly opened the door, then gently shut it behind him, not realizing he was holding his breath the whole time, he let it go and inhaled. It was like a smack in the face. Her scent was everywhere, on everything. It was overwhelming and... made him quite rigid in the pants. He scoffed at himself and rolled his eyes, hardly believing how aroused just her smell could make him.
He walked over to check on Karnwyr in the guest bedroom. The old wolf was looking a lot better, though still tired. Bishop grabbed a bowl from the kitchen shelf and went over to him, pouring an entire bottle of potion into it and putting it in front of him.
He whispered, "Drink it. You'll get better faster."
Karnwyr gave a low whine then turned and started lapping up the healing liquid. Bishop was surprised that the wolf understood so quickly. Normally it would take fifty odd tries and some dried jerky just to get him to do anything... now though it was like he actually understood what he was saying. Bishop sat down on the floor and scratched behind Karnwyr's ears and whispered, "You understand. Is it because of what I am now?"
Karnwyr stopped drinking and looked up at him, their eyes meeting and he got a sense that the answer was yes. It was so strange. He felt more connected to Karnwyr than he ever had before. He whispered, "You protected her. You care about her too huh?"
Karnwyr pressed his head into Bishop's hand, another yes. He smiled at the wolf. He was starting to like the fact that they understood each other. Then his stomach gave another growl and he sighed whispering to the wolf, "Stay here, I don't want to wake her up. I'm going to eat first then I'll bring you some breakfast too, okay?"
Karnwyr whined again and settled in his spot, resting his head on his paws. Bishop quietly went around the kitchen, grabbing some sweet bread and some old milk that smelled a bit off, but he was too hungry to care. He warmed the milk over the hearth fire and bit into his food. He took a sip of the milk which was definitely sour, he could taste it much more strongly now, but he downed it anyway. The sweet bread didn't do much for him, he needed something red... something bloody.
He groaned at himself again, the fuck is wrong with me? Still he got up and fished around the ice box and found a cold cut of horker meat. It was pretty fresh, only bought a day ago. He looked at it and debated cooking it. Then something overcame him and he picked it up and took a bite of it raw. It tasted amazing. He took another bite, tearing the flesh away. It was half gone before he stopped himself and looked down at the piece of meat realizing he'd just eaten half a horker loaf uncooked. He scowled and groaned.
So this is how it was now? Smelling, hearing and tasting everything to its highest power along with eating raw meat and understanding his wolf brother? Still he couldn't deny that he was so much more powerful. When he'd turned into a beast and ran across the plains the night before, he'd found a den of bears. Normally he'd avoid such a thing, but as a werewolf he relished in tearing them all apart, ripping into their soft bellies and utterly dominating them.
Was this how Rona felt about destroying dragons? He couldn't believe that he was starting to empathize with her in that regard. That he knew now what it felt like to look at a creature, feel your blood boil and then want to crush it and tear it to pieces.
His mind wandered to her and he looked up at the ceiling. She was still sound asleep, he could tell, he could hear her light snoring all the way from there. Though the ceiling was pretty thin either way.
He carefully tread upstairs, taking each step quietly and looked in on her. She was curled up on the bed, tucked under the covers. Her eyes were puffy, she'd cried all night and her hair was a mess from running around and being attacked by werewolves. She was so sweet, so beautiful. He longed to hold her in his arms, to tell her he loved her. But she hadn't trusted him. She kept that secret to herself... at Kodlak's request, he reminded himself. Maybe she'd wanted to tell him... she should have told him either way, then maybe none of this would have happened.
He turned away and heard her mumble, "Bishop..." a single tear traced her cheek. She was trapped in another nightmare. He couldn't help her, not this time.
He went back downstairs and grabbed what was left of the horker loaf and gave it to Karnwyr and ran his hand over the wolf's back, then tossed a warm blanket over him. He whispered, "Keep an eye on her for me okay?"
Karnwyr tore a chunk from the slab of meat and looked back into Bishop's eyes. He pressed his head against his arm and gave a low whine of understanding. Then Bishop left. He had to get out of that place. Her smell was too much to take. He headed back down the path leading out of Whiterun.
The two of them spent several days apart. Each morning Rona would wake and find an empty plate and glass on the table but no sign of Bishop. Eventually Karnwyr started disappearing too, he'd been taking the wolf with him. But she did note that he kept coming back. He hadn't completely given up on them and their relationship. One day she even found a tiny bottle of white potion sitting on the table. She raised a brow at it. A contraceptive tonic. He knew her period had ended that day and he put it there for her. It seemed he expected they would make up at some point.
The little bottle gave her some hope for them. She drank it and made a sour face at its bitterness. She left it out, so he would know.
Rona kept herself busy by taking on more contracts from the townsfolk. She was also expecting to hear from the Jarl soon about escorting his children to Solitude because she'd seen a funeral pyre held at the Skyforge the other day. They held the memorial service in memory of Ria and Torvar, but she did not go. She still couldn't bring herself to face them.
On the fifth day from the time she was attacked by Aela and endured everything from that awful night she received another letter from Jarl Balgruuf informing her that their carriage would leave in three days time for Solitude. She prepared herself for the journey, expecting that she would probably go alone as she still hadn't heard from Bishop.
She spent the rest of the day out and about fulfilling a few personal requests she'd taken on and turning them in to people around town. As her long day of adventuring ended and the sun set in the distance Rona decided it was time to go home. She stepped inside, hoping with all her heart to see Bishop there, but again, there was no sign of him or Karnwyr, just his plate from earlier that morning still sitting there. She sighed and went upstairs, preparing to go to sleep a bit early. She kicked her boots off and pulled her gloves off and fell face first into one of the soft down pillows.
Her mind wandered to Bishop and how much she missed him. She started thinking about his tender kisses and his frisky, roaming hands. She bit her lip, feeling quite lonely and a bit aroused. It'd been ages since she touched herself, but she was alone now so she figured, why not? It would pass the time, help her relax and then she could hopefully have a night of dreamless sleep.
She pulled her panties down, letting them rest on one leg and pulled her dress up, reaching for her hardened nub and starting playing with herself, closing her eyes and remembering all the times Bishop had touched her intimately. She moaned softly at the feeling and the thoughts, grasping a pillow with her free hand as she massaged herself.
Bishop stepped into Whiterun, the sun had set and he was feeling tired from another long day of hunting. He was also missing his woman badly. He was ready to forgive her and move on from it all. He was confident that he had full control over his ability to change into a werewolf now. She would be safe in his presence.
Karnwyr loped alongside him. He smiled down at his old friend. Glad to see he'd fully recovered. They'd spent a lot of time together the last five days, Bishop had even taught the wolf many commands, which Karnwyr understood and obeyed easily now.
They went back to the homestead and he quietly entered, half expecting to see Rona sitting at the table having dinner. He hoped she would greet him happily and embrace him once more and then she'd cry and he'd tell her he forgives her and make her swear to trust him, blah blah, whatever. Then they could move on to the other things that interested him far more.
But as he entered the room there was no sign of her. He did catch a whiff of her scent though. She was definitely there, up above in their shared bedroom. There was something new about the smell though, something that excited him greatly, drawing out his inner animal, making him rise in his trousers. And then his ears practically perked up at the sound of her light whimpering and moaning.
He felt angry all of a sudden. She was having sex? With who!? He hurried up the stairs and carefully approached the door, when he looked in he almost gave himself away with his deep, sexual growl. There she was, laying on the bed, touching herself. Gods she was sexy. He'd never seen her like that before with her dress hiked up around her waist, her pristine panties caught on her ankle, too careless to remove all the way and her own fingers dipping into herself and rubbing her swollen pleasure center. She whimpered again, uttering his name as she did so. Her eyes tightly shut.
A smile perked at his lips. She was fantasizing about him.
The sexual smell she emitted was overwhelming him and making his mind go fuzzy. He wanted to dive right in and lap at her dripping need. But he also wanted to memorize this scene forever, engrave it into his mind. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched her play with herself, a hand running up and over her chest, groping her own breast. She drew her leg up slightly and pressed her head further back into the pillow, arching her back. Was she coming? He couldn't believe it, she was actually making herself orgasm right in front of him. She let out a loud moan as she did so and then her whole body collapsed and her hand stopped moving, she sighed contentedly and her eyes opened slightly.
Then they widened more and her face turned bright red at the sight of him standing there smirking lasciviously at her. "B-Bishop!" She cried, her embarrassment etched all over her face. She pressed her legs together and threw her dress down to cover herself.
He stepped in and said, "Did you miss me?" She was speechless so he moved in on her and sat down right next to her on the bed. Looking her over with aching desire in his eyes, "Because I missed you love."
He ran a hand over her leg, caressing it and moved it up and under her dress. She breathed heavily, a new yearning burning in her own eyes at him, her face flushed red still. He leaned over her, pressing his mouth onto hers and kissed her deeply. His senses were going wild at the taste of her lips and the feel of her hands as she groped him, running her fingers over the hardened bulge in his trousers. He stood up for a moment, just to tear his clothes off.
He loved the way she looked at him, the way she stared at his hardened manhood. Then she sat up and leaned forward taking him in her mouth. His eyes rolled back at the feeling. It felt absolutely indescribable when she sucked on him, licking over everything with her tongue. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, grasping her head and guiding her movements and pace. She was getting too good at it, especially when she used that crazy numbing spell and took him all the way down her throat. Just thinking about that nearly set him off, but he wanted more of her, so he pushed her back on the bed.
She lay there, looking up at him with love in her eyes. He wanted to make her feel good too. So he hiked her dress back up around her waist and knelt down by the bed and buried his face into her dripping need, lapping up her sweet nectar and running his tongue over everything. He enjoyed all the sounds she made, especially the low moan she gave when he tenderly nibbled on her budding nub, before running his tongue over it again. He did this for a while, tracing her folds with his tongue and nibbling gently on her puffy lips with his teeth. It made her squirm, which was one of his favorite things that he did to her.
She was already very ready for him, having already come once on her own and he couldn't wait a second longer. He'd seen the empty potion bottle days ago. He was going to enjoy this to the fullest.
He pulled back from her and stood over her again, flipping her over and saying, "Get on your knees." She did so, pushing herself towards the edge of the bed where he stood, giving him easy access to what he wanted most. He pressed a hand to her back, grasping his cock with the free one and pressed himself against her slit. Once he had his sights lined up he put his other hand to her waist again, grasping her.
He watched as she shook her bottom slightly, eager to get on with it. So he gave her what they both wanted. He thrust himself to the hilt inside of her and listened to the beautiful sound she made, then drew himself out and began his rhythmic pounding of his hips against her rear. The way her tunnel convulsed so tightly around him was exhilarating. He kept thinking back to her touching herself and let his animalistic desire to mate overtake him. He started rolling his hips heavily against her, filling her over and over again.
She started thrusting back, making their bodies meet and slap against each other noisily with each forward and backward thrust. His senses were heightened, he'd never felt such pleasure before. It was so different when he was just a man. But now as a beast he noticed every twitch, he felt every time she clamped down on him, every little quiver, her noisy cries, the way her ass jiggled. All of it besieged his senses. He felt himself growing thicker and harder, his climax nearing and then he released, letting the intense feeling of orgasmic bliss wash over him.
She seemed a bit disappointed that he hadn't waited for her to come first. But he was surprisingly still, very hard. He withdrew from her and sat on the bed, pulling her over to him from her kneeling position, making her climb on top of him, straddling him. She looked surprised and said, "Again already?"
"What can I say Sweetness? It's been a long five days without you," he smirked at her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her tender breasts against his chest and let herself slide down onto his throbbing erection. He groaned heavily at the feeling.
She smiled, "Feels that good huh?"
"You have no idea," he breathed, letting his eyes roll with each stroke she made on him as her hips moved up and down his shaft. She kissed him and he returned her passion with his own, exploring the inside her mouth with his tongue. Then he started bucking his hips up into her, making her yelp with perfect pleasured cries as he penetrated her deeply. Their laps were a sloppy mess from his first orgasm but that only seemed to turn him on more. He wanted to pump her full of more of his seed. To mate with her like animals. It was a wild feeling, one he thought he used to have before, but he never truly understood what it meant to just fuck and breed with unrestrained lust. Now he knew.
And as he felt her quivering into her own climax and she released a desperate cry, digging her nails into his back sharply he let himself go again inside her. He wasn't done though, he still had so much more to give. He took her again and again. The fourth time, over they were both soaked in sweat and the room smelled like sex. The sheets were ruined and they were both completely spent.
She curled up to him, resting her head to his chest and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She held a content and peaceful look on her face. He was glad for it. They didn't talk after, they just enjoyed each other. There would be time for talk tomorrow, maybe after he had his way with her another few times.
Bishop kissed her on her head as she dozed off to sleep in his arms and then he too let sleep claim him, a smile perking at his lips.
A loud and repetitive rap on the door woke him the next morning. Bishop woke up in a bit of a haze and Rona mumbled something nonsensical in her half-sleep state. He groaned as the rap on the door came again and he sat up and threw his trousers on, stretched, yawned and stepped downstairs, wondering what time it was.
Another more intense rap on the door came and he muttered, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
He threw it open and glanced around before his eyes fell to the Jarl's brat standing there, long hair nearly covering his sharp green eyes. Bishop, held the door and leaned an arm on the doorway and said, "What do you want kid?"
The boy scowled up at him, "You shouldn't talk to me like that."
"We're not in your little palace anymore brat. You came to my house, so I can talk to you however I want. Now, what do you want?"
The boy failed to put on an intimidating look as he said, "I'm here to see the Dragonborn. My sister."