Fate's Games
(A/N: Sorry for the wait. Been busy with other stories. There will be likely two up today.)
Forbidden
My dearest Olfina,
How long will this go on? The sneaking around, the missed opportunities? I feel like I can't take it anymore.
I love you, and you love me. That's all that matters. Anyone who has a problem with it doesn't really care for either of us.
Jon
ES
He watched her walk by, so closely that all he would have to do was reach out his hand and it would brush against her arm, close upon it and draw her close to him. He wanted to. So, so badly he wanted to. He longed to hold her near him, there before the town, and kiss her so lovingly that all would know how desperately he treasured her. His heart and body ached for her, so close to him yet so far. She would never be his, he knew. Not while this war raged on. If the Stormcloaks won, he would very likely be killed in the battle over Whiterun. If it was the Imperials, she would be imprisoned with all her family and taken from him forever. His eyes followed her as she went about her duties. She looked often towards him, giving him subtle warnings not to be so obvious. He didn't care. Let them all know. He didn't want to hide this anymore.
ES
Jon,
I know it is hard, but please. Try and be patient. We must keep to ourselves for now. You know that both of our families would react so very badly if they knew… if they even suspected.
There will be a time when we don't need to hide. I promise you that. Someday they will understand.
-O
ES
She was angry with him. Angry he wouldn't take his eyes from off of her. She was angry he wouldn't listen to her warnings and turn from her. Didn't he see what would happen if ever her family found out? Oh gods, didn't he see that his death warrant would be signed? And when Anoriath confronted her, when she knew that someone had caught on, she was infuriated all the more. Jon would die if anyone ever found out. He would be killed in front of her very eyes. Or she would be killed in front of his. She wanted to be his wife. She wanted to belong to him so, so badly, even though it was against all her feminist ideologies. The thought that he would be taken from her… Oh divines, she wouldn't be able to live on. She would die.
ES
She approached him late that night, when the streets were clear, and struck him as hard as she could, tears in her eyes. "You'll leave me a widow before we're even wed!" she said to him angrily, wiping the tears furiously away. Oh how she hated displaying weaknesses to any man. Why was it that of all the males in Skyrim, this was the one who most often laid bare her vulnerability before her own eyes?
He was startled and slightly confused. "What do you mean?" he questioned.
"He knows. Anoriath knows," she replied.
"As does the Dragonborn," Jon boldly declared, eyes flashing with slight anger at her reaction to the news.
"What?" she demanded in a hiss. "Oh gods, you will ruin us both," she added, turning her back on him and trying to walk away before he could see her weep. He reached out, though, and took her arm. Before she could protest he'd drawn her close, holding her tightly. She burst into tears and moaned, "You'll be the death of me."
"I will not be pushed from you because of this senseless feud between our families," he declared vehemently, holding her tightly.
"I will not be forced from you by death, especially not by your death!" she argued. He kissed her suddenly, taking her lips desperately, firmly. She pushed away and shot, "Stop it! If someone sees…" He silenced her with another kiss and she slapped him again. His eyes danced for a moment, that accursed spark shining in them. He took her lips again and this time she helplessly gave in, returning just as, if not more, desperately than him.
ES
They pulled apart for breath and she leaned into him, letting her tears fall upon his garments until they finally dried. "Even in death I will love you," he stated.
"No… no, no, no… no death. No death," she pled. She kissed his neck lovingly then gazed up at him, saying, "I'm sick of death; so, so sick of death."
"There is much more to come," he solemnly said. "Do not obsess over such grim prospects. I want every moment of time I can muster to be spent at your side. Why do you torment me so, Olfina. Why? Why must we wait to be married? Why can't we go tonight, tomorrow? The priest will breathe no word, and we will have each other, no matter how short a time it is."
"We can't, we won't," she replied, but her resolve was crumbling like sand in the waves. No, no, she was stronger than that. She wouldn't give in.
"If the Imperials are victorious, you will be arrested, tortured, and executed along with the rest of your family. If the Stormcloaks win, I will be killed," he said quite simply, and she sobbed again, falling into his arms. "We can flee this place," he said. "We can flee as man and wife and never return until all is said and done. Olfina, please…"
"No!" she shot. "No… it's… it's so dangerous, so risky. If we're caught, if…" she began.
"There is death either way! Why must obsession over the word be our end?" he sharply said, agitated and frustrated. She was silent, gazing up at him in tears with lips parted.
"I want to be your bride," she finally declared, bowing her head. "I will be your bride. But now isn't the time. Not now. Wait a little longer, Jon, just a little longer. If this does not resolve itself soon, I will go with you and marry you, and we'll run from this place as far as possible, I promise. Just a little longer."
"By then it may be too late, but if you so wish it, my lady, it will be," he answered. It was the best he would get. "Divines, how I love you," he murmured into her hair, kissing it softly.
"I love you," she answered, kissing his neck. They heard footsteps coming towards them and gasped. Quickly she pulled from him and hurried away before they could be caught.