They didn't believe him when he said that he had a new prestige. They didn't think much of her when she first stepped in. She was much too petite, too fragile to be in such a business and quite frankly she didn't look like she wanted to be there. She seemed just as helpful as a child.

To set them straight Brynjolf had her slip past and take Delvin's coin purse that sat comfortably at his hip.

If it wasn't for her throwing it up and catching it they would have never noticed. She had the skill. Now she just needed the training.

Each individual person took some time out of their day to help her skills. Brynjolf could see the men's defense weaken around her and she began to eat away at the women as well. It was only a matter of time before she had won over Vex. He just couldn't believe it. She really did have her ways to get people on her side.

The first job she had taken was a simple one. Just pick pocket someone. Kyra had tried to tell Brynjolf she needed more time but her pride kept the words swallowed down. She thought she had gotten away. Acted like a pretty little lady who had gotten pushed into him from the crowd. If only she had just been a step quicker.

She heard him call out to her and she bursted into a run. Brynjolf snatched her up and ran around the corner and into some nearby bushes.

" This will stay between us lass." He whispered to her. " Meet me out in the forest and we will do some more training."

So she listened. That night she snuck her way out of the hideout and into the forest. There he stood in his casual clothes, waiting patiently for her.

" So what do you know?" He asked as they walked farther in.

" I know enough to get me around."

" That won't do. Some of these jobs require you to go against multiple men. One or two I can trust you to handle. More than that and you're dead." He turned and faced her. " Go on. Hit me."
" I'm not hitting you Brynjolf."
He gave a playful smirk. " Ah too worried I'll win?"

She rolled her eyes and faked her first hit, instead turning to kick him. It had caught him off guard, he'll give her that, but not enough to totally through him off. As she stepped in she threw another punch. Brynjolf's hand wrapped around her wrist and they paused, their faces close.

" More like you just want an excuse to get close."

" You're quite the sight, don't get me wrong lass. But don't flatter yourself."

He turned and twisted her arm, walking her towards a tree. Kyra quickly kicked him in the stomach however he managed to push her. As she stumbled he recovered and shoved her into the truck, his hands holding her wrists above her head.

" Aw what's this you mean to tell me I haven't won the heart of the great Brynjolf? How heart breaking it is to think he doesn't want to take me to his bed." She ripped her grip free. But he wasn't having any of that.

Just before she snuck away his hand slithered around her waist and the other tangled with hers, pulling her into a dance.

" It'll happen all in good time my dear Kyra."
She spat. " I thought we were suppose to be training. Or was this your attempt to try to win me over?"
He flashed her a grin. " A lad caught ask his fellow team mate for a dance?"
" More like why would he? I don't see you asking Sapphire." She teased. Yet she never once pulled away from him. He gave a shrug then spun her before returning to their routine.

" Perhaps it is for my own selfish reasons." He admitted.
" The day you win me over is the day I'm in charge of the guild." She said. She had said it with no expectations of doing such a task. Yet little did she know that one day she would be.

Brynjolf stepped into Whiterun and looked around. The town itself was lively, beautiful even. Anything and everything than the excuse of a town he lived in. Months had passed by and Kyra began to step up in her ranks. There were times where she would disappear then return. She'd stay for a month or so, doing her jobs as she was told to then only disappeared for a few weeks after. Now his curiosity got the best of him. He was determined to find out where she would go to and that was how he ended up where he was.

He watched the blonde look at a house then down at a key in her hands. She took a deep breath then unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Maybe he'd talk to her tonight. Until then he'd make himself comfortable at the bar.

Brynjolf heard a click and the door opened. It had taken him longer than he had expected but he suspected that the alcohol in his bloodstream is what threw him off. He wasn't drunk. But he had just enough to make his steps a little heavier and his movements a little slower.

Inside the house a fire crackled slightly with a pot hovering over it. The house had been furnished with a table and small alchemy room. He stepped up the stairs, still no sign of Kyra.
He checked a room to his left, empty. Perhaps he should just turn and leave her be. That would be the smartest thing to do. But he didn't want to be smart, he wanted to know.

He came to a pair of doors that were slightly ajar. He gave a small push and peered it. There Kyra was, passed out on her bed still in her clothes with an apron around her waist. He stepped in and winced as the floor creaked under him.

Kyra had heard it but didn't dare to move. Her intruder paused then continued to move closer when she didn't stir. She waited, feeling them close in on her. Then just as their hand grazed her arm she snapped up.

Brynjolf faltered from surprise but tried to fight her off. He pushed her back onto the bed and pinned her down but Kyra followed with a knee to groin. With in an instant she had flipped so she was on top.

" Lass! Lass it's me!"

She stopped her fighting and squinted.

" By the Divines! What in the world are you doing here Brynjolf! You're lucky my housecarl isn't home!"
"Mercer sent me to see where you disappeared to."
Kyra gave him a look. She clearly wasn't falling for it. Brynjolf sighed and sat up. Kyra released his hands but still straddled his waist.

" Alright you caught me. I sent myself."
" That's what I thought." She frowned as she crossed her arms. " Do you not trust me?"
" No, no lass. I was just curious where you disappeared to for weeks."
" Well maybe next time try asking me instead of sneaking into my house half drunk." She flicked his forehead and got off." Can't you just ever wait until the morning?"
He scratched the back of his head with a goofy smile. Kyra stood frustrated when a smell caught her attention.
" The soup!"
She rushed down the stairs barefooted, forgetting all about Brynjolf. He stood and calmly followed her down, watching her rush to remove the pot from the fire mumbling about how she only meant to sleep for a few minutes.

" I bet you don't even have a room to stay do you?" She asked as she began to pour a bowl of soup. When he didn't answer she gave a shake of her head. " Of course not. Here eat."
" Have you always had this house?" He asked as he picked up a spoon.
" I just bought it this morning actually. I've finally earned up enough money from my jobs." She sat, handing him a glass of milk from the jug she had bought just that morning as well as a plate of sliced cheese. " You would think as Thane or dragonborn they would give you a break."

Though he had know since the end of her first month of the guild, which had been a while ago, the words still sounded like news to him. The day he had found out he was out doing his usual vending with her by his side. She was to learn how to deal with the crowd. Then a guard gasped out.

" Is it true? Are you the Dragonborn?"

Kyra gave the guard a soft smile and her shoulders fell. As if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders now that Brynjolf would know.
" Yes. I am."
He still couldn't quite believe it. Perhaps he hadn't witnessed her in action. The image of her sword drawn and pointed to a fire breathing beast just didn't settle right.

" Let me guess, got kicked out and know you can't buy a room to stay in?" She asked, her voice dragging him back down into reality.

" She's still just as smart as the day I met her." He grinned. Kyra rolled her eyes and shoved a piece of cheese in his mouth.

" And you're still just as stupid."

He chewed and noticed how she couldn't manage to hide the small smile on her lips. Yes, she had definitely gotten more comfortable with him.

" Eat as much as you can, it'll help with the alcohol."

He didn't have to be told twice. As he finished his portion he began to wonder about her. Her cooking was amazing. Had she learnt it from her mother? What type of house did she live in growing up? Where were her family now? His mind wouldn't stop rambling on questions.

" We will have to share a bed." She spoke as they both stood in the bedroom room. His arms snaked around her waist and he brought his lips to her ear.
" Are you sure you're not trying get me in your bed lass?"

Kyra felt a shiver trickle up her spine. Then she pushed away from him.
" It's more like I wasn't expecting company. You're more than welcome to sleep on the floor. Just keep your drunk ass away from me." She growled as she untied her apron and threw it at him.
" Already undressing? You must really love me."
" I told you. The day I love you will be the day I run the guild." She climbed into bed and blew out the flame. " And if I feel one of you filthy fingers touch me I'll throw you outside and shout you across Whiterun."
He chuckled. " I wouldn't expect anything else from you lass."

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