So my Breton DB, covered in warpaint and Forsworn furs, comes swaggering into Whiterun a little after sundown hoping to get rid of some ill-gotten goods (let's just say Vittoria's [doomed] wedding is going to be down two snooty guests I met en route to Dustman's Cairn) before she has some alone time during her proving with that hunky but simple minded Companion she's been eyeing.
Of course since it's after dark there'll be no trading, but on her way to the Bannered Mare for a drink and a night's rest she happens to run into Belethor, whom she meant to see in the morning.
As she goes to offer a hello (probably a longbowman's salute, because fuck that guy), out of nowhere he gruffly addresses her: "I wanted you to have this as a token of my affection. Doesn't mean we're married or nothin'."
Then he hands her a red apple and goes about his merry way.
DB proceeds to stare at it going "What the everloving fuck" until morning, when she awkwardly shuffles to Belethor's store which is... closed until noon.
Tell me a story, nonnies. What's going on with Belethor today?
F!DB/Belethor, failed wooing
Of course since it's after dark there'll be no trading, but on her way to the Bannered Mare for a drink and a night's rest she happens to run into Belethor, whom she meant to see in the morning.
As she goes to offer a hello (probably a longbowman's salute, because fuck that guy), out of nowhere he gruffly addresses her: "I wanted you to have this as a token of my affection. Doesn't mean we're married or nothin'."
Then he hands her a red apple and goes about his merry way.
DB proceeds to stare at it going "What the everloving fuck" until morning, when she awkwardly shuffles to Belethor's store which is... closed until noon.
Tell me a story, nonnies. What's going on with Belethor today?