"Stars (Acoustic)" by Switchfoot
He stood at the top of White Gold tower. It was late. He often came up here by himself to think. Running an empire was always a very stressful job, and it was nights like this, when Emperor Uriel Septim stood out in the cold, all alone, that pretty much kept him sane.
So much was on his mind. He had just gotten word that the mysterious assassins had attacked his middle son. The eldest was already dead, and he grieved for him deeply. Undoubtedly, the youngest would be next in line, and then himself.
What would he do? With no heir to the throne, the Dragonfires would extinguish, and... he didn't really want to think about what would happen afterward.
He looked out at the stars, and noticed that The Lord accompanied him tonight on the balcony. That was when he remembered: his past sin, his stupid mistake.
But said stupid mistake could save the empire.
Under the sign of The Lord, a young boy had been born in the castle. Undoubtedly, he was Uriel's child. He was born out of wedlock, and sent away at once.
Now, that illigitimate son was the only thing standing between the empire and Oblivion.