The bits of physical affection I gave him were not out of love. They were out of insurance that I would not be stopped. Anyone who accused me of stealing would have had to answer to Rynjus and he was intimidating enough to stop any free talk among the servants that might have flown throughout the manor.
I allowed him free reign of my lips and the rest of my body, and the thief inside me stole to her heart's content.
The only problem with this arrangement, however, were the rumors about our "relationship". These flew quite freely and eventually found their way to the mistress of the house. She was not pleased.
When she confronted me, there were no pretty, honeyed words - merely harsh accusations from a sharp tongue. She apparently felt for Rynjus what I did not and could not stand the thought of another holding onto his heart.
So she beat me with her fists, called me harlot and whore, and threw me from the only home I had ever known.
I had nothing, no pretty things to sell and no septims to survive.
Rynjus found me a few days later, scrubbing tables in a filthy tavern. He had resigned from his post as a bodyguard - despite the mistress's insistence that he stay - and had managed to find the treasures in my room before his departure.
These he gave to me, then held my hands and whispered: "Come to Skyrim with me."
There wasn't anything that I wouldn't do for a chance at a new life!
I sold it all, all of my gems and jewelry, buying passage on a leaky cargo ship for Rynjus and myself.
