Chapter 6: The Horn of Jurgen Windcaller

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MonkeyKing12: So I have to ask is one of the companions gonna have fairy type energy/magic because I'm drawing some parallels with Pokémon here and I haven't played Skyrim in a good four years so I don't remember if ice had that effect on dragons or not.

Dragon Emperor0: As far as I'm aware fire and ice are the only breath types.

ThermalsniperN7: I don't even play Skyrim, so I don't know what there is to know.

BetweenTheDragonsAndMe: Please do more chapters for both this and your Fossil Fighters one.

Dragon Emperor0: Here you go. Also, a little update about my fossil fighters story, it's being Rebooted due to changes in my writing style and a crisis of faith that made me reevaluate things. But don't worry, it's new version has been posted, under Vivosaur Island Chronicles (Rebooted).

ThermalsniperN7: And I questioned what I was doing with my time after taking a step back.

Dragon Emperor0: Luckily our writing spirit was not diminished.

-Roads of Skyrim-

On the roads of Skyrim leading away from the Throat of the World at High Hrothgar, Drago and his Housecarl and traveling companion Lydia were now traveling to the next destination on their current objective—Ustengrav.

"So, what are we looking for exactly?" The woman questioned as they traveled.

"If I recall, something of a horn of some sort." The Argonian giant replied.

"And it's stored in, what? An old keep?" The Housecarl wondered.

"That's my assumption as well. I have no idea what we're walking into." Drago replied with a shrug.

"Well I am sworn to follow your lead, so I'll default to your judgment." Lydia shrugged with a sigh.

"Very well, but if you have anything to say, do not feel obligated to refrain from speaking it." The lizard man replied.

"Thank you." The Nord woman nodded with a small smile.

The two had been traveling for a good few hours at this point while they had this conversation, with Lydia riding on Freya's back and Drago continuing on foot, his cloak still draped over her shoulders to keep her warm.

(Later)

After a long travel, the two had finally reached their destination and found it infested with bandits, much to their annoyance.

Luckily for them both, the low life's were swiftly dealt with, allowing them to actually enter Ustengrav without much trouble, at least until they came upon a group of who they assumed to be necromancers.

"Ugh, this is getting annoying." The Housecarl grumbled as she shot an arrow into the head of one of the necromancers.

"Indeed." Drago grunted as he cut another one down.

As they kept going, their annoyance seemed to keep growing as they dealt with Draugrs and giant spiders of all things in their way. Suffice to say, it was pretty frustrating.

"This horn had better be worth it!" Lydia growled as she cleaned off her sword of Draugr blood. Drago said nothing, but did let out a grunt of agreement since this was getting rather taxing.

Going down deeper into the cavern, they came to a spot where the floor seemed to be composed of stone plates, with holes seemingly dotting the gaps.

"Hold!" The Argonian barked, holding up a fist. "Those are pressure plates, one wrong move and whatever's in those holes will come shooting up at us." He told his companion.

"How do we proceed?" The Nord woman questioned.

"Like so." The man stated as he took a step forward, getting onto a secure piece of floor before intentionally pressing down on the plate with his tail, confusing the mechanism and stopping it from activating. "Now, come forward." He told her, holding out his hand for her to take it.

Taking a small breath, Lydia took her Thane's hand and allowed him to pull her to the same floor he was on.

"Now, follow my steps." He told her as he stepped back, triggering a plate but having Lydia step in time with him, causing it to cancel out, before side stepping as a blast of flame burst up from the ground as they moved away–as if in the steps of a dance–with the lizard man twirling her around while they glided across the plated floor, avoiding fire due to the Argonian's excellently timed moves and Lydia's own graceful movements–even while wearing dragon bone armor.

They were literally two-step dancing their way through the corridor. This was something that Lydia noticed and was surprised by as they continued their dance.

"I didn't know that you knew Mara's Waltz." The Housecarl noted as she was held close to her Thane's chest from behind, his strong and scaly arms keeping her close to him as a plume of flame shot up behind them, but was blocked by his magically enchanted cloak.

"That's because you never thought to ask." Drago purred in her ear as her spun her around again as they moved even quicker–before suddenly tossing her into the air and performing a running slide–and catching her in a bridal hold as fire erupted behind them–leaving them at the other side of the hall. "Maybe watch and listen from now on, it could be that I'm full of surprises." He told her, still holding her like a man would his bride as his obsidian scales glistened in the flame light.

Lydia blushed a bit as she looked at her Thane. The flame light mixed with his scales made him look… Majestic, almost. Like he was a diamond in the rough.

"I… Yes. Per–Perhaps I should." The woman nodded as he set her down, draping his cloak over her again.

"You seemed rather cold when we came down here. I think it best if you keep that on for now." The Lizard man said as they continued forward.

The next part of the chamber was a bridged room that had a few draugrs and lootable areas in it, Drago making quick work of the undead creatures with his axe and Lydia even getting a few blows in herself–before they walked down a ramp into an open part of the cave.

There were a few Draugrs and skeletons lingering about the place, Then they went along further and actually found a word wall. This pleased Drago since he got something he could use with his Thuum. The word he ended up learning was Fade.

After this, they continued onto another section of the cavern, where three stones were lined before three draw gates. Spying that this was a test devised for those who knew the Whirlwind shout, Drago then turned to Lydia, and took her into his arms again.

"Hang onto me tightly." He told her as he got a running start, Lydia clinging to his neck as he caused the rocks to glow red and the gates to open before–. "WULD!" The Argonian boomed as he then blasted through the opening in a flash of wind and speed.

The two instantly cleared the gates, which closed behind them. It was clear they'd need another way out.

"Are you harmed, Lydia?" The Lizard man questioned.

"A bit shaken, but otherwise fine." The Nord woman replied shakily, her hair having been blown back by the speed burst as she let go of the Argonian.

"Good." Drago nodded as he set her down. "Now. Shall we be off?" He noted as he continued on, but unlike the last few people Lydia had served, Drago patted his side, gesturing for her to follow him at his side–like a companion–rather than behind like a servant.

The gesture made Lydia smile as they walked to their objective… Until they reached a corridor with a floor covered in pressure places for more flame traps.

"Oh no, this is even more than before." The housecarl groaned in dismay, but soon noticed that Drago held out his hand to her again.

"Shall we show the divines another dance then, my pet?" He questioned, causing the woman to blush at the quite literal pet name she'd been given.

"S-Shut up! … And yes." She stuttered lightly in reply since she liked the way the last dance turned out.

Drago didn't seem the least bit phased by her barking remark, in fact, he simply laughed at this–taking his housecarl's hand in his, and then proceeded to dance with her again. This time, the two seemed even more in sync than before, so much so that when they reached the end, Drago was able to spin and whip Lydia to the otherside, before dipping her–his scaly muzzle just mere inches from her beautiful face as they panted from the dance.

"That… was rather… exhausting." Lydia panted, a blush on her face since she could feel Drago's breath on her skin.

"Yes… I think we need a break." Drago replied in agreement as he set the woman on her feet and let himself sit down to catch his breath."Though I certainly do not mind having you in my arms. It feels… Quite nice." He added, pulling a bottle of Nord Mead from his cloak and filled his personal horn with it, offering it to her.

"I will admit, your arms actually felt nice to be held by." The Nord woman conceded as she sat next to him and took the horn. "Where'd you learn to dance so well, anyway?" She wondered curiously.

"A Bosmer friend of mine, Myron, taught me. Many moons ago." The Argonian replied as he took the horn back as it was offered to him, drinking from it after the woman had already partaken.

"You mean the wood elf the Jarl keeps around." Lydia noted.

"Yes. He was actually the one to give me my name since I'd forgotten my original one." Drago told her. That made Lydia frown a bit since it sounded rather depressing.

"You've forgotten your original name?" She questioned.

"Yes, and I cannot recall how I lost it." He nodded. As the two continued to rest for the time being, the Thane of Whiterun made no effort to hide his interest in his Housecarl's features as he looked at her whilst they shared their mead. How could he? He had encountered many beautiful women in his travels of all ages, occupations and races. But Lydia…

She was a beauty that he'd never encountered before. It was likely due to her mixed Imperial and Nord heritage, having the rugged physique and chiseled likeness of a Nord, combined with the refinement and voluptuousness of someone from Cyrodiil.

She was like a beautiful Honey Apple Oak–One he oh so desired to sample the sweet and succulent fruit of.

Lydia was a bit more subtle as she checked out Drago. His scales, though black as the night, held a certain lustrous gleam that caught her eye, and it wasn't just those that interested her. The way she felt her heartbeat whenever he held her, it was almost like there was a hammer in her chest.

And she'd be lying if she didn't notice that–every time he looked at her with the gaze he has now–she could feel her loins begin to burn with white hot desire.

It was almost agonizing that they had a job to do.

After they rested, they walked through a door and found a gate in their way. Drago just pulled the chain, and they proceeded to collect the horn… Or rather, they should've.

In place of the horn, there was a note. A. Fucking. Note.

This made the eyebrows of both Drago and Lydia twitch in frustration before the Argonian picked up the note and read it.

'Dragonborn

I need to speak to you, urgently.

Rent the Attic Room at the Sleeping Giant Inn in Riverwood. I'll meet you there.

A Friend.'

The argonian let out an ice cold hiss as a mist flowed from his mouth, his powers starting to show–causing the letter to freeze to the point it crumbled into absolute zero frost powder when he crushed it in his hand.

"All of this hassle just to find out that somebody wants to talk to me?!" He hissed angrily. "Whoever this is better have a damn good reason to save their hides!" He added with a growl.

"I suppose it can't be helped. After all, we had no way of knowing anyone else knew how to get to the horn." Lydia mused.

"... That is true." Drago sighed after taking a breath to reign in his temper. "Let's go. And hopefully this will all be worth our time." He beckoned as he headed for a door behind the display stand for the horn, his Housecarl following him.

"May we stop at a river I saw on the way here? I'd like to take a bath." The woman questioned, stepping in pace with him.

"Honestly, so could I. I don't think I've had one since I escaped Helghen." Drago remarked in reply. "Any opposition to me bathing with you?" He asked.

"Well… No, but." The woman began as they came out of the cavern into the sunlight. "I'm not sure it's appropriate. You are a Thane and I am your Housecarl, we are not of the same station." She continued.

"Lydia, need I remind you that trivialities such as stations don't matter between us?" The Dragonborn Argonian questioned rhetorically. "We are partners, equals. We should act as such." He added.

"Oh, yes, of course." The woman nodded, his words easing her momentary anxiety–while also unintentionally causing the fire in her loins to grow ever hotter.

As they got out of the cave, they immediately started heading for the river they had passed before. They had to deal with a few wolves along the way, but other than that, nothing major happened.

Once they reached the river's mouth where the waterfall feeding the stream was, Lydia wasted little time in stripping herself of her dragon bone armor, letting it fall to the ground and leaving her in just a linen loincloth and a strip of linen she used to cushion her EE-cup breasts from her armor.

Both pieces of cloth did little to hide her voluptuous body, her heart shaped and supple ass not really being covered at all, while her hypnotic and wide hips–which Drago noted seemed to be perfectly sculpted for child making–and luscious thighs were more accentuated by the undergarment rather than hidden. And her bosom was just barely being held back, meaning the Argonian could see that from how they looked–whatever infants were to suckle on them–would not leave unsatisfied, and in fact would probably come back for seconds with how much milk they likely could hold.

That was, if his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

Lydia, meanwhile, took the chance to have a look at Drago's body after he had gotten his own armor off. She had to admit, she was growing more and more smitten with him. Despite being in prison, he was in really good shape (then again, what else can one do in a cell?). He looked like the perfect blend of a runner and swimmer's build, and considering Argonians are aquatic by nature, this was a given. And now that she had a full view, she could see that Drago's body was gleaming in the sunlight, and would likely be more lustrous after a good cleaning.

The lizard man went into the water first, before holding out his hand to the woman in front of him. "Would you do me the honor of joining me, my dear Lydia?" He smiled, awaiting her to accept his hand.

"My pleasure." The Nord woman smiled as she accepted his hand and walked into the water with him. The two then went further into the water until they reached the waterfall, hand in hand as the water poured down on them, the Nord woman taking a bar of Whiterun Beeswax soap and beginning to scrub herself with it while Drago watched, the suds lathering all over her luscious body–all while she moaned in pleasure as she washed herself.

Drago let the water wash all over his body, the feeling reminding him of the embrace of an old friend. It was a pleasant feeling for creatures like him, and he relished in it. He took his own bar of soap and started washing himself down, sighing as he felt his scales become glistening and clean again for the first time in ages.

Though as Lydia turned her back to him so that she could wash her hair, she soon felt two strong and stoutly muscled arms wrapping themselves around her, while she was made to lean against the cool skin of the person behind her, like a smooth, almost leather-like tree trunk.

"M-My Thane, what are you…?" The woman questioned as the lizard man rested himself in the nape of her neck, letting out pleasure filled purring hisses as he embraced her soft body.

"I'm just enjoying your company. You look amazing as well." He told her softly.

"My Thane–Ah–if you keep embracing me like this, I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself!" The Housecarl gasped as the Argonian's serpentine tongue licked her cheek, as if wishing to taste of her supple flesh.

"Maybe I want you to lose control of yourself." The Argonian hissed in a way that would make a woman go nuts.

"Oh my Thane!" Lydia exclaimed as she leapt into the man's arms, hugging his neck while her legs went around his waist, and she used this hold to pull him to her and kissed him with a fury full of lustful passion.

Drago, for his part, held her up by her legs as he kissed back. Lydia was an already interesting person to be with as a partner, but having her as a mate was just as enticing.

The two continued their passionate embrace as Lydia pulled away, her heart still racing.

"My Thane, Drago, I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me, but–." She gasped as she held his head close to her bosom. "I can't hold myself back anymore. I want you, I want you so badly!" She told him.

"Don't worry, I'm not objecting." Drago told her, running his hands along her back.

"Then please. Claim me." The housecarl begged as he carried her to the river bank, allowing her to discard her undergarments… And spread her legs for him. "Make me your woman." She pleaded, her face flushed rosy as she prostrated herself to her Thane, like a bitch in heat ready to be bred.

"As you wish." Drago hissed as he discarded his own garments and mounted her. Lydia gasped as her Thane granted her wish, and did so for a good while.

For the next two hours, all wildlife near the river steered clear when they heard the screams of Nord woman's bliss as she was deflowered by the man who dominated her.

(Later)

It was nighttime and now Drago and Lydia were laying inside a tent in a bed bag of hide and cloth with blankets and furs covering their naked forms as a fire crackled outside their sleeping abode.

The woman was lying beside the Argonian man who had just stolen her maiden purity, her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat while he held her close–his hold and grip having a very… possessive air to them.

Drago didn't dare let her go, as though something would steal her away. Time in prison with little to nothing to call his own had indeed made him possessive of everything he had–including her, it seemed.

Lydia didn't seem to mind at all though, if anything, she actually loved it. The feeling of being held and hoarded like a dragon's treasure, the idea of being her Thane's beloved treasure, and all the sweet bliss that came with the love this possessiveness seemed to bring. It was all so… intoxicating, being treated like a possession, precious property, even. And she loved it.

"Are you having regrets?" The Argonian questioned as he held her closer to him.

"No." Lydia sighed in reply. "Best decision I ever made." She added, running a hand along her new lover's pecks.

"I noticed that you wear an amulet of Mara." Drago noted. "Does that mean that you are without a partner? Or have you separated from a previous one?" He asked.

"The latter." The woman sighed in reply. "He was used as a sacrifice by some crazed cult. I never found out where exactly they were, but it's moot by this point." She continued.

"Was it the Cult of Namira?" Drago questioned.

Namira was the Daedric Princess of Violence and Cannibalism, her cults were notorious for performing human sacrifices and feasting on the victims afterwards.

"I think so. They'll sacrifice damn near anybody." Lydia replied.

"I've been accosted by them a few times. They were soon slain immediately after." The lizard man nodded. "But I… Have never had a partner. Romantic or otherwise." He continued. "You would be my first." He added, his serpentine tongue licking her cheek, tasting her flesh.

"Well, that certainly makes me feel special." The woman giggled in response. "Does this mean that you are available for marriage?" She asked.

"Indeed I am." Drago grinned in reply, said look making Lydia want him to give her Argonian lover hickies.

"Then perhaps…" The Housecarl mused as she began trailing light kisses up and down his scaly neck. "When your business with the Greybeards is finished, we could… Marry, if you wish." She continued.

"That sounds… Quite nice, truth be told." Drago admitted as he held her close. "Especially if it means that I can keep you to myself." He nodded.

"You are certainly possessive, my Thane." Lydia noted. "Almost… Draconian." She mused.

"I wonder why." Drago mused sarcastically… Before both of them laughed at his own words. "Pleasant dreams, my treasure." He whispered to her, kissing her forehead.

"Good night, my love." Lydia yawned as she fell asleep in her Argonian's lover's grasp. Smiling, Drago fell asleep soon after.

(The next day)

The sun rose soon after and as it did, Lydia's eyes fluttered open and she soon became aware of the fact that she was alone in the tent that she and her Argonian paramour had been sleeping in, her body still being naked.

"Drago? Where are you, my love?" She questioned with a yawn, leaving the tent with a blanket covering her luscious body.

"Over here!" Drago called, getting her attention. Turning to her left, she saw him fully clothed, finishing skinning some wolves. "These wolves decided we were easy prey, so I showed them why that was a bad idea." He told her.

"Ah, thank goodness." She sighed, walking towards him and embracing him. "I thought you had left me." She admitted.

"No, of course not." The lizard man told her, holding her close. "I would never leave you, my treasure. In fact, if I had my way, you would never leave my side." He added, holding up her chin as he kissed her.

"That makes me happy." The woman sighed as she leaned into him. "So, onward to Riverwood?" She asked.

"But of course." He nodded as he finished skinning the hides.

After packing their things and allowing Lydia to put her armor back on, the two continued to Riverwood, with the woman riding behind her lord on the back of their horse Freya.

"I am thinking of crafting you a cloak out of the pelts I just skinned." The Dragonborn noted idly as they rode. "I have a fair resistance to the cold due to the powers I gained in the Barrow, so I only use my cloak for its magical protection ward." He continued as the woman hugged his waist tighter. "You have no such protection, from the elements or otherwise–It is time we addressed that." He added as Lydia rested her chin in the nape of his neck.

"I do feel cold regularly in this climate, so some warmth would be nice." The Nord woman sighed in reply.

"Then I know the perfect place to go." He mused as the road forked, three paths leading to either Helgen, Riverwood or Whiterun respectively. "There's a blacksmith in Riverwood, named Alvor, who owes me a great debt, a debt that allows me to buy or commission wears at a discounted price. We can have it fashioned there." He added as they took the middle route.

"Well, that's convenient. Maybe I can get my choice of color for the cloak, too." Lydia smiled.

"That is the plan." Drago nodded as they entered Riverwood, Whiterun guards patrolling the streets and keeping watch for any dragons about. As they neared the blacksmith in question's shop, both companions took quick notice of a familiar red haired dark elf speaking with Alvor.

"Irileth?" Drago blinked, getting the dark elf woman's attention as he and Lydia dismounted.

"Ah, Thane Drago, Lydia. I trust your journey to High Hrothgar went well?" The Jarl's Housecarl greeted as she faced them.

"I'm actually doing some trials for the Greybeards, but the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, the object I was tasked with retrieving for them, was taken by someone that wanted to meet me here." Drago replied. "We're just making a brief respite to get a wolf fur cloak made for Lydia." He added.

"If you have the materials already, I can get started on it now." Alvor offered.

"Please do." The Dragonborn nodded as he handed the man the pelts, before turning to Irileth. "I'm glad to see that Jarl Balgruuf did as he promised." He mused, looking at the guards who were going through routes. "Given the circumstances, I wasn't sure if he would." He added.

"The Jarl is nothing if not a man of his word. You can be sure of that, Thane." The Dunmer woman replied.

"And I can tell this is proof of that." The Argonian nodded. "Have there been any dragon sightings since the watchtower incident?" He asked.

"None so far, which is honestly a good thing, for obvious reasons." Irileth replied, looking at Lydia. "Are you performing your duties well, my student?" She questioned, surprising Drago.

"Student?" The Argonian Dragonborn parroted.

"Yes, Irileth was the one who trained me to become a Housecarl. One to replace her, if the need arose." The woman nodded.

"Hmmm…" The Dragonborn mused. "It was good seeing you again, Irileth." He nodded before patting his side as he walked away, this caused Lydia to perk up, as it was a signal she had now become well accustomed to–like a well trained dog. "Lydia, come." He barked, his housecarl dutifully and obediently following as she was ordered.

However, she did so with such bouncing joy at the tone he used that, if Irileth didn't know any better, would have mistaken her for a hound–if the Nord woman had a tail at the time.

'What's that all about?' She wondered with a raised eyebrow.

(Later)

The two soon entered the Sleeping Giant inn, where they saw Nords and other races of all walks and Riverwood Natives enjoying themselves in the comfy building. The fire crackling in the center hall where some patrons lounged around, drinking their choices of anything from mead, to Aldo wine, Cyrodillic Brandy, Imperial Mulled Wine, Hot Spiced Cider, Snowberry Cordial, Spiced Warm Milk with Honey, Sweet Nog, Canis Root Tea, Red Mountain Flower tea or even Water of Life.

Deciding to sit at a table for two near the fire, Drago decided to skim over the options for food at the place, since he could hear the earliest rumblings of hunger coming from his beloved's empty stomach.

"Shall we request a meal, my sweet?" He questioned, pulling the wooden board that had a piece of parchment pinned to it towards him–most likely being a menu.

"I haven't even eaten breakfast, so I could use some food right now." Lydia replied, looking over the menu to see what was available.

So far, the menu had dishes familiar to a Nord and Imperial like Lydia, and somewhat so for Drago due to his life being away from the Argonian home of Blackmarsh, but some that the latter had never tried before.

"Hmmm, perhaps to start, we can have the grilled leakes and the ashe yams with spiced butter." The Argonian mused. "Then a loaf of braided and meadow rye bread, followed by an apple cabbage stew and a coastal chowder, then seared Nordic barnacles and Horker loaf with double baked potatoes, carrots with moon sugar glaze, and Imperial mushroom sauce." He continued. "And to finish… A spiced root cake with a pair of hot spiced ciders?" He offered, looking at his lover for confirmation.

"Mmmmmm… I must admit, that does sound delicious…" Lydia moaned in delight, practically drooling at the imaginary flavors hitting her tongue.

"Then it is that you shall have." The lizard man nodded as he gestured for the stewardess to approach them.

"You two look ready to have a feast." She quipped, causing them to chuckle a bit.

"You are not wrong." Drago smirked. "We'll start off with the grilled leakes, braided bread with butter and jam, and the ashe yams with spiced butter." He requested. "Our other courses will be ordered later." He continued. "What is your selection of ale?" He asked.

"Your standards, mainly." The woman shrugged. "Though we have been getting shipments of Argonian Ale or Bile Beer–straight from Blackmarsh–if you're interested." She offered.

"That sounds interesting. I'll take a mug of the former." The black scaled Argonian nodded. "Any variety in Argonian Ale?" He asked.

"Well, there is a variant that is aged in used Honningbrew mead barrels." The blonde replied.

"I'll try that, then." Drago nodded as he turned to Lydia. "And you, my love? What would you like?" He asked.

"I'll take a goblet of Cyrodillic Brandy." Lydia requested in reply.

"Alright. I'll have those out in a bit." The stewardess mused as she walked away.

"... I can't figure out why, but I feel like I know that woman from somewhere…" The Argonian mused.

"Having a memory flash, my Thane?" Lydia asked.

"I think I might be…" Drago muttered, wondering what was up for him to have this feeling. He continued to ruminate on this as the barkeep brought them their drinks, before it hit him. "That's it!" He nearly exclaimed.

"What is, beloved?" The brunette asked.

"That woman was the one who told Farengar about the Dragonstone, the one who was there before the dragons–whose bones we now wear–attacked." He whispered to her.

"What do we do, then?" The Nord woman whispered.

"For now, nothing. We'll address it carefully later." Her Thane replied, taking her hand in his. "At the present moment, I wish to spoil you, my treasure." He smiled.

"You're such a good man." The Housecarl smiled as their appetizers arrived.

"I have lived my life without anyone I can call mine, so you will have to forgive me if I am prone to doting on you." Drago told her.

"That would be unnecessary." His lover smiled as she leaned over towards him. "There is nothing to forgive." She cooed, her lips pressing against his muzzle in a loving kiss, which the Argonian returned.

(Later)

After having a truly wonderful meal, Drago stood up from his seat, his belly full, and approached Lydia. The Nord and Imperial bred woman was also full and satisfied with her meal, and could feel it weighing her down, her eyes starting to droop as the warmth of the fire reached her.

"Come, beloved." The Dragonborn smiled as he took her into his arms. "Let us retire for the night." He told the woman as he carried her to where the stewardess was.

Lydia only yawned as she relaxed in his arms.

"What'll it be?" The woman asked, looking a little amused at how Lydia looked in Drago's arms.

"I was told that if I wished to provide myself and my betrothed with a comfortable rest, I should request to stay in the attic room." Drago told her, recalling what the note said.

"Alright, go on ahead." The stewardess nodded as Drago gave her payment for the room.

Then the two proceeded to their room where the Argonian put his paramour down on the bed so she could rest.

"So, you're the Dragonborn I've heard so much about." The woman said as she stepped into the room, allowing Drago to finally manage to commit her appearance to memory.

She had tan skin, brown eyes, auburn hair and wore a green dress. There was something about her, though, that made Drago go on alert. It was the scar on her right side of her face, faded and two streaked–it made it seem like he was standing in front of an experienced assassin for some reason.

The Dragonborn didn't say anything, merely holding up a finger as he looked at Lydia's sleeping form and brushed a stray lock from her face.

"Sleep well, my love, I will return soon." He whispered, kissing her cheek before he had the blonde step outside.

The Argonian giant then closed the door and stood before her, folding his arms over his chest and showing just how massive he was in comparison to her.

"Yes, and I am here now." He nodded, his breath rushing from his draconian maw like a winter mist as his frost powers leaked through. "Now who are you, and what do you want?" He hissed.

"I'm Delphine." The now named Delphine replied. "As for what I need, it's your help." She added.

"And what I need from you, is the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller." Drago retorted. "Give it to me so that I may restore it to its rightful owners, and perhaps maybe, maybe, I will be willing to listen to you." He added, hand out.

"Very well." The woman conceded as she gave the Argonian the horn.

"Good." The lizard man nodded as he hung the horn on his belt. "Now, you wished to speak." He began, looking at her with an ice cold glare as the cold of his Fimbulvinter powers flowed off him, eyes glowing an ethereal icy blue. "Speak!" He barked.

"The Greybeards seem to think you're Dragonborn, I hope they're right." The blonde stated.

"Perhaps you would like me to demonstrate the truth of their words by sending you flying through the wall behind you?" Drago offered, putting up a thinly veiled threat at the woman as she beat around the bush.

"Okay, you've made your point." The woman conceded, not wanting to take an unnecessary risk. "I only wished to be sure because I didn't want to follow on a whim. I needed to make sure it wasn't a Thalmor trap." She added.

"What do the Thalmor have to do with this? Speak sense, woman." The Lizard man hissed, forked tongue lashing about.

"That's not important right now." The blonde deflected. "I am not your enemy. I already gave you the horn. I'm actually trying to help you. I just need you to hear me out." She told him.

"... Alright. I'm listening." Drago sighed, giving Delphine a chance to explain herself.

"I'm part of a group known as the Blades, we serve the Dragonborn and those they serve, and have done so for hundreds of years." Delphine explained. "I stole the horn because I knew the Greybeards would send you there–they're nothing if not predictable–and that if you came here, you wouldn't be some Thalmor plant." She continued. "We Blades remember what most don't, that the Dragonborn is the ultimate Dragon Slayer, capable of killing them by devouring their souls." She added.

"Yes, it's how I learned that I was Dragonborn in the first place." The Argonian nodded. "Anyway, you said something about the Thalmor?" He prodded.

"Good. There's going to be a chance for you to vouch for that soon enough." Delphine told him.

"Joy…" Drago drawled sarcastically. "Now, how about sharing the part you're not telling me." He added, noticing that something wasn't adding up with all of this.

"Dragons aren't just coming back, they're coming back to life." The blonde explained.

"I figured as much." The Argonian nodded, getting a confused look. "You don't go asking for a stone containing a map of Dragon burial sites without raising some brows." He deadpanned.

"... Fair point." The blonde admitted, looking a little embarrassed at how obvious that was before shaking her head. "Anyway, something is happening that's bringing them back to life, and I need you to help me stop it." She continued.

"Well, how exactly do you know they're coming back to life aside from the obvious?" Drago questioned.

"Because I've visited their burial mounds, and all of them are empty." Delphine replied. "And I've figured out where the next one will come back to life." She added, getting Drago's attention.

"Go on." He prompted.

"It's in Kyensgrove. An ancient dragon burial is there, and if we get there before whoever's raising it can finish the deed, we can stop it." The woman told him.

"Very well, then." The Thane of Whiterun nodded. "But that will have to wait." He started before holding back a stiff yawn. "I require rest, I have been traveling since month's end." He continued. "And my matters with the Greybeards still needs tending to, as well." He added.

"Hopefully we'll have enough time before the next dragon comes back." The blonde sighed. "Then again, I could go for a good night's sleep myself. Go ahead." She told him.

"Many thanks, but for now no forgiveness." Drago nodded as he opened the door to his room, and stepped inside. "Good night, Delphine of the Blades." He added, pushing the door shut with his tail as he walked towards the bed where his beloved was sleeping, already stripped of her armor and in sleeping wear.

The dragonborn sighed as he laid down his weapons, shrugged off his armor, and approached the bed. He then went to the covers and slipped under them, laying down next to Lydia from behind, before pulling her close to him like a child would a stuffed animal.

Lydia smiled contently in her sleep as she snuggled into her lover's embrace, while a cool breath from the lizard man snuffed out the candle.

Drago's work was just beginning.

Dragon Emperor0: Well readers and fellow Elderscrolls fans, that's a wrap for the next chapter of the story. We just had a few important developments occur in this chapter. Also, stay tuned for a quick PSA at the end.

ThermalsniperN7: I'll be honest, getting the horn didn't feel all that eventful to me. Then again, that's probably just me not being into Skyrim talking, so ignore that.

Dragon Emperor0: The main big events so far are mainly meeting Delphine and Drago hooking up with Lydia. And as you guys can see, they have a very functional relationship after Lydia's attitude towards him changes.

ThermalsniperN7: Just how horny did Lydia get throughout the mini journey to get the horn? … Don't answer that. Still, we do have something of note planned for her.

Dragon Emperor0: Lydia Romance mod fans will know what we're talking about. Anyway, PSA time: Chapter 2 will be rewritten soon to match our new quality standards for our stories. But just that one chapter. No need to worry about the other ones.

ThermalsniperN7: This kind of thing is liable to happen when you take a step back and look at what you're doing. At least it'll show improvement. Anyway, see you next time.