Notes: I just noticed this is my 3rd chapter in 3 days. Apperantly, I'm going on a weird writing kick. x'D Hopefully my dedication to this story is improving my not-so-great writing abilities!

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"Amaranth?" A voice asked, just as she was making her way to the courtyard of the castle. She turned around, a blatant smile on her face. She had to fool this person, whoever it was. She was sure it was just another commoner looking for a word with the Dragonborn. But her fake smile melted right off of her face when she saw who it was.

"Hadvar?" she questioned incredulously, her amber eyes wide. To say this was a major surprise was an understatement. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"Didn't I mention I work for the Legion? Anyway, I just got back…I can vouch for you to Tullius now!" Of course! Cynn thought, a smile reappearing on her face. I'd forgotten that he has contacts within the Legion…

"It's great to see you!" Cynn said warmly, pretending she was thrilled to see him. "I was just on my way to talk to Tullius as well! I've taken what you said to heart, and I've decided joining the Legion would be best for me." So long as nobody recognizes me as Cynn… She thought cattily. But she doubted that was a possibility. She knew how different she looked without her cowl and Shrouded armor. Nobody could mistake her for the great assassin, Cynn, leader of the Brotherhood. The only thing that could resemble Cynn in the slightest was her yellow eyes, and that was even unlikely, as yellow eyes weren't too uncommon for Wood Elves. Luckily, Cynn always wore her Cowl in public, so nobody could be able to see her bright burgundy hair. Amaranth was the one who was known for the hair, not Cynn.

"I'm glad. I always knew that you had that Legion spark within you." Hadvar said. She could tell that his smile was very much a genuine one.

"I can't say the same, but it seems my path has been made clear now. Shall we go speak with Tullius now?" She asked, imploringly.

"Yes, lets." He said, and they began trudging up the steep slope that led to the courtyard.

"So, I hear you're the Dragonborn? That makes you an even greater asset to the Legion." Hadvar commented, smiling at her.

Cynn resisted the urge to scowl. She didn't want to be an 'asset' to anybody, with the exception of her family. She also disliked being called out on being 'The Dragonborn'. It made her uneasy, as she wasn't used to being referred to as such. But, if she was going to live a double life, she had better live it convincingly. She had to pretend that nothing could make her happier than killing dragons, rather than killing people, which she was much more prone to doing.

"Yes, I'm the Dragonborn." Those words…how they sickened her. But she said them anyway.

"You don't seem to happy about that." Hadvar commented, and she checked herself. She was allowing herself to look unhappy…that was intolerable. She let out a convincing chuckle.

"Don't let my mood deceive you. I am truly blessed to be the Dragonborn, I really am. I'm just…going through a bad time in my life right now." She fakely confessed, slapping on a pouty face. Instead of making her feel rotten, lying so much made her feel exhilarated. Alive. She just loved deceiving people.

"I'm sorry to hear that…" Hadvar said, looking at her as if he wanted to give her a hug, but stopped himself. "Well, if you're ready, we should speak to Tullius now." Hadvar said, still looking concerned.

"I'm ready." She told him, and he opened the door to the Legion's headquarters for her, like any gentleman would.

"…And I've been told that Ulfric has hired an Assassin to come after me. Unbelievable. And it's a good assassin, too. Possibly the best, if they're at the top of the Dark Brotherhood. I cannot believe this…" Tullius was telling one of his men, an incredulous tone dripping off of his voice.

Wait, what? Tullius knows about the contract? How could this be? Cynn thought, her mouth slightly agape. How could she perform her contract under these conditions? Had Ulfric set her up?

"Ahem, Tullius?" Hadvar coughed, to make his presence known. He had just stepped in behind her, so she doubted he had heard what had been said about the assassin.

"Yes?" Tullius asked normally enough, and then seemed to notice who he was talking to. "Hadvar!" He exclaimed, and Cynn's inside's writhed at the pure joy radiating off of the General. "I can't believe it…you're alive! After all that happened in Helgen…I never thought…"

"You can thank her that I'm alive at all." Hadvar said, referring to Cynn as 'her'.

"And who is she? Wait…weren't you one of the prisoners in Helgen?" Tullius asked, looking at Cynn with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, but she's also the Dragonborn. And she's saved my life, as I said. She wants to join the Legion, and I'm vouching for her."

"Oh, splendid! I'm sure the Legion could pardon whatever it is you did to be at Helgen that day, with one of our finest vouching for you." Tullius said warmly, his eyes glittering, just a bit.

"I'm willing to prove myself worthy of the Legion, if you have any doubts of me." Cynn said, her façade masking her real feelings for the General. Oh, how she wanted to kill him right then and there…it was such a wonderful opportunity…But somehow, she just couldn't. Hadvar had already established her as the Dragonborn, and she just couldn't ruin that reputation. She just couldn't, no matter what Lucien or Ulfric or anybody wanted her to do.

"I'm sure that will be unnecessary…" Tullius told her reassuringly. "Anyway, feel free to come and go as you please. And remember to come back here if you ever want a mission. I'm sure dragonslaying is your first priority, but the Legion could really use your help. We're stretched a bit thin, if you haven't noticed, and we need all the men, and women, we can get."

"Thank you, General. But if you'll excuse me, I have some business I forgot to take care of before coming."

"Of course, of course." Tullius said, waving her away, and she left accordingly.

She knew what she had to do.

She had to speak to Ulfric about this.