Ania scowled as she was named Thane for this corrupt city. She thought Riften was bad, this was even worse. People were killing each other in the street. Then there was Cadhna mine, she wanted to line up a few dragons and let them torch the place. She had already had a personal visit there and met more corruption. She hated this place with a passion.
Her plan, was to check out the house she bought then high tail it out of this god forsaken city. She shook her head as she climbed the unending flights of stairs. To be honest she wasn’t looking forward to seeing her house. She wondered what her new housecarl was like, probably another woman. The Rift, Whiterun, and Solitude had all decided she needed a woman for a housecarl. She just wished, once she could get a male, at least the trips she did would be more interesting when she had a man following.
She finally reached the top of the stairs and glared at the dwarven doors. Dwarven, of course it had to be dwarven, everything about this city was dwarven. She had enough of dwarven ruins to last her a life time. Yep, she really hated Markarth, there was nothing the Jarl could do to make her stay here an hour more. She would entered, check out what the she had bought and then hightail it to the gates and never return. That sounded good to her.
She opened the door, her mood darkening by the second as she saw the dimly lit hallway. She almost turned back around and left, but a noise further in caught her attention. It sounded male… She could only hope.
She walked further in heading to the back of her new home. She took a few steps into the room and stopped dead. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widened and she was pretty sure she was drooling.
Bent over a cooking pot stood a man that had an a nice tight, firm ass, his shoulders were broad, muscular, his waist narrow. He wore his blond hair past his shoulder. She just died and was now back in Sovngarde.
So maybe Markarth wasn’t looking so bad after all. She didn’t know what the front look liked, but if it matched the back, she was staying here for a good while. She took a seat quietly in a chair, leaning back enjoying the view of who she hoped was her housecarl cooking.
There was no way she was going to interrupt him, not with this view. His arms bulged as he stirred the pot, and she imagined what else could make his arms bulge… or something else bulge.
The man of her newest fantasy stopped what he was doing and turned around. She knew she gasped, her mouth probably dropped open too. She was positive she looked the fool, but at the moment she could care less. This was a man! He wore a tattoo on his chiseled cheek, his eyes were amber, and mouth that could do some very naughty things. His one eye was blind, but that didn’t matter to her, the scars she didn’t care about.
This… this was a dream come true. This was a warrior, a man and a damn hot one.
“My Thane,” he greeted and she almost groaned. His voice was deep, husky.
Yep she was staying in Markarth for a while. Or better yet, she was going to take him on a mission and test her new… uh toy? No she couldn’t think of a warrior like that… could she? Nah, he was her new wet dream and she couldn’t wait to have those dreams.
From Bad to Really Good ch 1/?
Her plan, was to check out the house she bought then high tail it out of this god forsaken city. She shook her head as she climbed the unending flights of stairs. To be honest she wasn’t looking forward to seeing her house. She wondered what her new housecarl was like, probably another woman. The Rift, Whiterun, and Solitude had all decided she needed a woman for a housecarl. She just wished, once she could get a male, at least the trips she did would be more interesting when she had a man following.
She finally reached the top of the stairs and glared at the dwarven doors. Dwarven, of course it had to be dwarven, everything about this city was dwarven. She had enough of dwarven ruins to last her a life time. Yep, she really hated Markarth, there was nothing the Jarl could do to make her stay here an hour more. She would entered, check out what the she had bought and then hightail it to the gates and never return. That sounded good to her.
She opened the door, her mood darkening by the second as she saw the dimly lit hallway. She almost turned back around and left, but a noise further in caught her attention. It sounded male… She could only hope.
She walked further in heading to the back of her new home. She took a few steps into the room and stopped dead. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widened and she was pretty sure she was drooling.
Bent over a cooking pot stood a man that had an a nice tight, firm ass, his shoulders were broad, muscular, his waist narrow. He wore his blond hair past his shoulder. She just died and was now back in Sovngarde.
So maybe Markarth wasn’t looking so bad after all. She didn’t know what the front look liked, but if it matched the back, she was staying here for a good while. She took a seat quietly in a chair, leaning back enjoying the view of who she hoped was her housecarl cooking.
There was no way she was going to interrupt him, not with this view. His arms bulged as he stirred the pot, and she imagined what else could make his arms bulge… or something else bulge.
The man of her newest fantasy stopped what he was doing and turned around. She knew she gasped, her mouth probably dropped open too. She was positive she looked the fool, but at the moment she could care less. This was a man! He wore a tattoo on his chiseled cheek, his eyes were amber, and mouth that could do some very naughty things. His one eye was blind, but that didn’t matter to her, the scars she didn’t care about.
This… this was a dream come true. This was a warrior, a man and a damn hot one.
“My Thane,” he greeted and she almost groaned. His voice was deep, husky.
Yep she was staying in Markarth for a while. Or better yet, she was going to take him on a mission and test her new… uh toy? No she couldn’t think of a warrior like that… could she? Nah, he was her new wet dream and she couldn’t wait to have those dreams.
More to come, hope you are enjoying it OP.