Our parting from Skyhaven was awkward and curt. Esbern didn’t even show up, and Delphine only clasped my wrist and wished me luck.
Farkas looked as if he wanted to scream as he kicked the door shut, frustration and fury struggling in his expression.
Winterhold was a frozen, hopeless, useless wreck of a city. Even in such a godsforsaken corner of Skyrim a city that wasn’t even able to come up with a halfway decent breakfast deserved to collapse into the sea.
I had barely slept and woke with the first light, a dull ache lingering in my bones and a queasy feeling in my stomach. Everything grated on my nerves, the snowflakes whirling in erratic…
A strange mood had smitten me when we left Narzulbur, that dreadful kind of mood that made every breath a fate-altering decision.
I bolted awake with the first light streaming through the window of our room, a throbbing pain in my head and a disgusting, sour taste in my mouth. I felt sore all over, muscles taut and aching. Only the thought of breakfast let me choke.
Gods, and this was supposed to be my wedding day?
His name was Harrald, he was the son of Falkreath’s smith, and he was the man of my dreams. At the age of 12 he was already nearly a man, and he was strong, strong enough to blow the bellows at his father’s forge for hours on end. He had fiery red hair that stood in spikes into all directions when it was sweaty and neatly combed when he came for a visit with his mother. He had freckles on…
Aela grabbed my arm and held me back when I turned straight for the dorm. I gave her a scornful look. The journey from Rorikstead had been horrible. I was covered in a grimy, reeking layer of sweat and dust from the road, my barely healed wounds throbbed and every bone ached after a whole day on the uncomfortable carriage bench. Nothing was as desirable…
I want you to serve me.
We’re closer than others. Closer than friends, siblings, even lovers.
He tries to hide, from you and from me.
We’re equal. All of us.
I want you to join my pack.
You will join this bond.
Hunt him down. For my glory.
Ripped flesh beneath me, his taste on my tongue. The taste of his blood,…