Nero's sky-blue eyes slowly opened to see the light from the morning sun outside flood into the room through the curtains. It flowed over the room to his bed, and over the woman asleep next to him. On her side, strands of her dark hair fell down over her soft dark lips. The silk covers of their bed flowed over her curves delicately, ending just at the cleft of her breasts. A gentle arm rested on Nero's chest. He lightly brushed a strand of hair out of her face, feeling content to spend all morning in that moment.

Then, with light movement, her orange eyes opened, and found Nero's. He smiled, before leaning over and planting a kiss on her lips.

"Good morning" he said.

Serana smiled. "Good morning" she returned, before yawning.

"Tired? Did you not get a lot of sleep?" Nero asked, grinning.

"Guess I didn't spend all of last night sleeping" she replied with a playful smile.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Nero and Serana sighed in unison before Nero said, "I'll get it" and began getting out of bed.

As he was heading to the door, Serana barely kept from bursting out in laughter.

"Uhh Nero" she said.

He turned back, completely oblivious, "Yeah?"

"Pants" Serana said with a smirk.

Nero blinked for a second, before looking down and realising. Suddenly he was a little boy who went slightly pink and fetched some brown pants he threw on with all the dignity he could muster. Serana delighted in watching with pleasure.

After Nero had some pants on, he went to the door of their room, and opened it to the captain of the ship, a young, clean shaven man dressed in sailor's clothes but with the Imperial Dragon standard on his chest.

"Sorry to bother, my lord Nero, only wish to inform you that we'll be docking at Solitude by midday."

Nero nodded, "okay, thank you Captain."

The captain nodded before taking his leave and Nero shut the door. He turned back to Serana, who had sat up and begun stretching. "What's the news?" She asked.

"Just that we'll be back in Solitude by midday" said Nero.

"… so we have some time to kill" said Serana with a grin.

A little bend formed on Nero's lips as he began returning to the bed.

A few hours later, it was nearly midday; the sun was rising high in the sky, and Nero and Serana had dressed and broken their fast. Nero stood at the front of the ship, feeling the wind blow against his face and through his short strands of brown hair. It had been a while since he'd gotten a haircut, it now sat slightly longer but still short on his head. Serana came up from behind and joined him. They could see Skyrim coming into view on the horizon.

"There it is" said Nero, "hopefully it's in the same shape we left it."

Serana remembered the wedding, and the events that took place at the same time: Elenwen appearing with an army of Thalmor at the gates, and Nero calling his legion of dragons, and sending them all running with their tails between their legs. She remembered him telling her of the different dragon factions, and her Mother coming to visit, and their conversation. And the potion she'd given her.

She had half a mind to hijack the boat and steer away to an island with Nero, but she also wanted to return home, to see her friends again, and be on land.

They watched together as the mountains grew up and out, and the land got wider and closer. They could see the large rock of Solitude by now, and the blue palace on the largest peak atop it.

They sailed under the over-arching rock of the capital city, seeing birds flying overhead and the calls and shouts of captains and sailors on the boats going into and out of port. The large entrance to the East Empire Company warehouse passed by them, and Serana caught sight of a ship coming out, loaded with trade merchandise.

Nero looked on at the port, seeing where their ship was landing, and nearby a small group of people waiting. Serana saw them too, and matched Nero's smile. They dropped anchor, and the ship came to a stop. The sailors placed a long wooden board-walk down, and Nero and Serana appeared at the side, seeing the three people waiting below.

"Nero! Serana!" They began exclaiming.

The couple made their way down off the ship and went to meet the three Housecarls waiting for them.

"Lydia, it's good to see you again" smiled Nero as he embraced his first Housecarl, before turning to Jordis and Iona and embracing them each.

"It's good to see you again my Thane" said Jordis, "you're both looking well. You slightly... darker."

Nero realised she was remarking on the slight tan he'd attained from their time away.

"Thanks, I guess" said Nero, "it was nice getting some relaxation."

"I'm sure that's not all you got" joked Lydia, which earned her a glare from Nero.

Jordis looked at Serana as he finished embracing Lydia and Iona, "Serana, it's good to see you again" she remarked as they then embraced.

"You're looking... not as dark" said Iona.

"Oh yeah, I didn't do an awful lot of sunbathing" replied Serana.

Jordis chuckled, "well good thing, somehow I doubt it would be good for your skin."

Serana chuckled, along with the others.

"So, been keeping home safe while we were away?" Asked Nero.

"More or less" replied Lydia.

"More? Or less?" Asked Nero.

Jordis butted in, "I have at least."

Lydia looked at her and scoffed, "yeah, been keeping your feet safe on the table, I bet."

"Oh, because you've been wide awake day and night with that dragon keeping watch for you" said Jordis.

"I could say the same of you and Iona!" Said Lydia.

Serana stifled a laugh; there they went competing again.

"Hey, unlike you two, I've actually been DOING my job-" started Iona, but Nero cut them all off.

"Okay!" He said loudly, silencing their bitching. That reminded Nero.

"So all the dragons are still in each of the major cities?" He asked.

Lydia nodded, "the red one has been here ever since too. I think people have gotten used to him now."

Nero smiled, "wonder how he likes that" he said.

"Come on, we'll head up to Proudspire" said Jordis, "Lydia and Iona will get your things" she said with a smirk. Lydia and Iona looked at her in shock and outrage, and then at Nero, who remarked "she said it first guys" with a smile, and the two Housecarls reluctantly got to getting their stuff, displaying their annoyance very clearly.

Nero and Serana began heading up the port with Jordis, while the midday sun shined brightly.

Serana felt a slight odd feeling in her stomach, but continued nonetheless.

They arrived at the gate and went inside.

Nero looked around. The place was... just as they'd left it, people going about their business, the streets loud with the noise of trade and markets, guards here and there. Except...

"Something seems different. I don't know what", said Nero.

Serana looked about as well. She noticed all the common sights of Solitude, but there was something different about it that she couldn't put her finger on.

"Yeah, I see it too. Something's changed."

Jordis looked back momentarily, "maybe it's everyone looking?"

At another look, Nero and Serana noticed, people were turning and looking. They could hear whispers.

"It's the Dragonborn and his wife."

"Dragonborn!"

"It's true, her beauty matches his courage."

Nero was used to the public eye; people looking at him anywhere he went in Skyrim. But today something seemed odd about it.

"Any particular reason that this many people are interested in us?" Asked Serana.

"Well...", Jordis slowed her walk to get closer to the pair of them, "people have been a bit... on edge since the wedding. Nothing bad, just a slight worry about the whole Thalmor army thing."

Nero realised, thinking about it, he couldn't blame them. It would be a long time until anybody forgot a Nord man sending an army of Elves running away. Perhaps it would be remembered forever. But he understood a fear of retaliation by the Dominion. No one was hoping for another Great War.

Nero sighed, "well I'm glad to see we're not at war right now at least."

They arrived at Proudspire Manor, and began making their way up the steps, when suddenly they heard the loud sound of large wings flapping in the air, before seeing the shadow of a large red dragon land on the house net to them.

"Odahviing!" Nero exclaimed.

"Dovahkiin, nii los kul wah koraav hi, it is good to see you again."

"Ahrk hi, Odahviing" replied Nero, "anything interesting happen while I was away?"

"Here? No. The land and skies have known peace."

Nero nodded, "well that's good to hear. Better than coming home only to realise we're at war."

"Not yet Dovahkiin" said Odahviing, with what Nero assumed to be a smile.

"It is a shame the fahliil is no longer around, I enjoyed keeping him company" added the dragon.

"As did I, but he's much less trouble OUT of the city than in" replied Nero, remembering Rulindil, and his memorable squeals at the sight of Odahviing.

"Thank you for standing watch in my absence though, Odahviing."

The large dragon bowed his head before spreading his wings and taking off, throwing waves of wind at Nero, Jordis and Serana.

They went inside, and Nero took a deep whiff of the air, before exhaling very loudly.

"Ahhh, the sweet smell of not the sea" he said as Serana and Jordis came inside.

Eventually, Lydia and Iona came up with their things, making sounds of their effort very clear to Jordis who simply smirked the whole time. Eventually though they were settled in, and Jordis fetched something.

"Oh, by the way Nero this letter came for you."

Nero took it, opened it, and began reading aloud.

Lord Nero,

The construction of your home in Falkreathe has commenced in full, beginning with the main entrance through to the main hall and the subsequent rooms. We've taken into account all of your requests and commands and are following the laid-out plan confirmed by you. However, with the outstanding size of the project, we will require a substantial amount of resources that extends beyond the number already at our disposal. I have included the requirements for the construction of the entrance with this letter and the amount required for it in gold. It is your choice whether you wish to purchase and send the supplies, or to send me a substantial sum with which I may deal with the purchases, sparing you the trouble.

Due to the project's size, with all the materials required for the task, as well as the furnishings that will be dealt with upon the completion of the house's construction, we estimate several months that the construction will take as of this minute. Any problems we run into concerning the nature of the house or those of finance, I will write to you in future for your direction, but rest assured, we have begun building.

Sincerely,

Builder Yarwick

"Well, they've begun building which is good. When did this arrive, Jordis?" Asked Nero.

"A couple of days after your departure."

"They didn't know we were on our honeymoon?" Asked Serana.

"I imagine they've been focused on building the house that the legendary Dragonborn and his new wife are going to live in" said Lydia.

"I'm not sure 'house' is the best word to describe it" said Serana. The others looked at her.

"You'll see" Nero added with a knowing look.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do with all your other houses when it's complete?" Asked Iona.

"Well the house should be big enough for everything from those houses to fit in it, so I'll be moving everything from them into the bigger house. Then I'll give the houses back to their cities. At least that's the plan. Gods I said 'house' a lot in that sentence."

Serana felt another odd feeling in her stomach, and put her hand on to feel. It went as soon as it had came though, and she dismissed it soon enough.

~ Later that Evening ~

After they had all had dinner (a fine bit of horker prepared by Nero) the Housecarls had taken their leave to go to bed. Serana had requested another chance in the kitchen, to which Nero had replied "after a bit of practice, maybe" which earned him a glare of annoyance from her, as well as stifled laughs from the others.

Now though, Nero sat on the balcony, watching the sun go down, leafing through the papers and requests that had arrived with the letter in which they were entailed.

Gold for logs. Gold for clay. Gold for stone. Gold for the men who had to acquire it all. Nero was suddenly very happy that he'd spent a lot of time exploring caves and castles over the past few years. The gold, jewels and treasures he'd found along the way would come in handy.

As he was leafing through the pages though, he didn't hear Serana come behind him and put her arms around him, before planting a kiss on his cheek. Nero smiled, and turned and kissed Serana.

"I usually hear anyone sneaking up on me" he said smiling.

"I guess vampires have that advantage over werewolves" she replied.

"Careful not to ever startle me. I can be pretty scary when I grow all the fur."

"I can scare you?" asked Serana.

"Never" replied Nero, and they kissed again.

She came around and sat on his lap, looking down at him, before turning to look down at the papers on the table.

"This looks... tedious. Came with the letter?" she asked.

"Yeah the head of the construction team, he's written pages of highly sophisticated details that pretty much all say give us money."

Serana scoffed.

"It's really great being back" Nero added.

Serana took his face away from the table in her hands.

"Well at least now they can put it out to Mr and Mrs Dragons-bane."

Nero smiled, "Mrs Dragons-bane, that has a very good ring to it."

They began kissing again, but suddenly Nero accidentally kicked the table, and his bottle of brandy fell over, smashing on the ground.

"Ah, shit" said Nero, "I'll go get a towel."

Serana was up first, "wait here" she said, and headed inside.

Grabbing a cloth as well as a new bottle of brandy from inside, Serana suddenly felt an odd feeling in her stomach, stronger this time. She gasped and leaned on a table. She felt it again.

"What the hell?" she thought to herself, holding her stomach. Was she ill? Something from her honeymoon? She spent a few moments trying to think of what it could be.

Then it came to her.

Serana went wide eyed, still holding her stomach.

"I'm..." she began, but somehow couldn't find the words. She stood there for a moment, speechless.

Nero noticed Serana was taking quite a while, and got up to investigate.

"Serana?" he said. He found her leaning on a table. She looked over at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She just stood leaning for a moment, opened her mouth, closed it, and then finally she summoned the power to speak.

"It worked" she said, smiling and holding her stomach with one hand.

Nero struggled to understand, blinking a few times before finally going wide eyed.

"You-" he began.

Serana nodded, "yes."

"You're-" he began again.

"Mmhmm."

"We're gonna be-!"

"Yes!"

Nero ran up and embraced Serana, lifting her up off the floor. They stayed there for a moment, kissing. Serana couldn't believe it. She knew the potion would make it work, but still. It was real.

"You're gonna be a Father" she said to Nero.

"And you're gonna be a Mother" he replied.

They smiled and stayed there another moment.

Then, all of a sudden, the ceiling came crashing down a metre away from them. They both reacted so suddenly. Nero put Serana down, who summoned magic whilst Nero brought a spectral sword to his hand, held at the ready. Amidst the rubble, a hooded figure in brown leather clothing stood up slowly, the pieces of the ceiling falling down around him.

"A thief!" called Jordis from above, sword in hand looking down.

Nero looked closer. He had a large pouch in his hand.

The figure looked at Nero, and then suddenly bolted for the door. Serana threw a lightning bolt after him, but he dodged, barely missing the thrust of the blue magic. The figure broke through the door, and disappeared from their view.

Nero's sword extinguished, "I'm going after him" he said.

Serana began moving, "let's go."

Nero quickly turned and stopped her, "No, you stay here."

"What!?" Serana argued.

"I can run, you shouldn't, you're pregnant!" said Nero, making for the door.

"What!?" said Jordis, and she suddenly began smiling.

Serana looked up at her, before looking to Nero, who'd already disappeared behind the door.

She sighed, "fantastic."

Outside, Nero chased the thief. He'd made some distance away in the dark of night, but Nero's werewolf eyes caught him easily, running in the direction of the smaller exit under the windmill. Guards saw him however, and took position near it, drawing their swords. The figure turned, throwing a rune down on the floor. Nero quickly dodged it, but the other guards stepped near and were blasted away.

"Knows magic?! Great" he cursed as he chased the thief towards the gates of the city.

Guards near the gates could see ahead and took stances in front of it.

"No NO DON'T!" Nero called as the thief summoned fireballs to his hands, and sent them firing at the guards, who jumped aside just in time as the balls exploded in eruptions of fire where they were just standing. The thief opened the large doors, and began running down, but Nero had caught up, and when he was sure, he tackled the thief hard to the ground. The pouch fell to the floor and spilt a puddle of gold across the ground. They bundled to the floor, before coming to a stop.

Nero grabbed him by the shoulders, moved him over, and grabbed him by the hood, yanking it off in one thrust, revealing the face of a young boy with barely any hairs on his face beneath blonde streaks that came down to just above his green eyes. He was panting, quite uncontrollably, whilst Nero's breaths were controlled, along with the fist he'd raised to strike the thief. But seeing the face of the boy he'd just tackled, Nero stayed his hand, confused for a moment that the thief had been a kid. Barely past his seventeenth winter.

They looked at each other for a moment, before the sound of dashing feet accompanied guards who came up behind Nero, swords drawn.

"Thane Nero, good work, you caught him!" said one of them.

"Hand him over and we'll throw him in the dungeon" said another.

For a split second, Nero looked back at the guards, when suddenly he felt a hard strike across his face, along with a kick in his gut, and was pushed over. The kid got up and began bolting. Nero slowly got up, raised his hand, and in his hand a green light began forming which he abruptly threw at the kid, which struck his body and sent him falling right over.

Nero, still tired, slowly walked over to the kid, as the guards followed. They began bending over to try and pick him up.

"Into the dungeon with you" said one of them, reaching for the paralysed boy, when Nero raised his hand.

"Wait!" he said, and the guards looked up, before letting go. Nero looked at the figure. The clothing looked... familiar. He bent down, grabbed the kid, pulled him over onto his back gently, and looked at him. The brown leather hood, armour, belts, pockets. Then he knew. Nero turned to the guards.

"Help me get him to my house."

Author's Notes:

Bang! Nero and Serana have returned to Skyrim! And they're gonna have a baby! I'm glad I finally got this out. The last arc was meant to be a prologue, which I mean to set up in fanfiction (you'll have to bear with me while I try to sort it out, still figuring out how the site works).

I also go with the original's story idea that the Housecarls are very competitive when it comes to serving their Thane.

This took me a long time to do for a number of reasons, but now it's out. I have a design for the story, so I do have somewhere I'm going with this. AND Serana is pregnant, the 'house' (Castle) is being built, and suddenly there's this blonde kid trying to steal from the Dragonborn. Next arc will be out... idk when, but I've already started writing. Soon, young ones.

Characters:

Nero: the Dovahkiin/Dragonborn of this story. Son of Gnaeus and Julia Agrippina. Aged upper twenties. Mostly lawfully good, but can break the law and swing into the chaotic good/neutral range if pushed. Supported the Legion in the Civil War due to Ulfric Stormcloak's being a racist. Slew Alduin several years ago now. Physical description is probably best given in the first chapter of Legends of the Dovahkiin. Husband to Serana.

Serana: Vampiric daughter of Valerica and Harkon. Now generally considered the ultimate Vampire waifu. Wife of Nero.

Jordis: Solitude Housecarl. Gained by becoming Thane of Solitude.

Lydia: Whiterun Housecarl. First and oldest Housecarl to Nero. Met after Nero slew his first dragon at the western watchtower in the main questline. Is pretty much the fan favorite Housecarl.

Iona: Riften Housecarl. Gained by becoming Thane of Riften.

Odahviing: Big Red Dragon. Skyrim's Charizard. Pretty chill guy.

Dragon Language:

Nii los kul wah koraav hi : it is good to see you

Ahrk hi : and you

Fahliil : elf

Thanks for reading. Please be sure to leave a review and to point out any grammar or spelling errors I may have made since my computer only does so much, and I has the dumb.