“Just this,” Madanach said, leaning forward, wincing as he sat upright, Restoration magic flaring as he returned to sitting on the edge of the bed. “That when you decide to launch your suicide by guard attempt in Windhelm, you see me first. Let me know when you're doing it.”
“What, you want me to get arrested again?” Elisif asked, before seeing the twinkle in his eyes and realising no, he had no intention of staying in Cidhna Mine any longer than he had to.
“There's a Forsworn camp in the north of the Reach, in the Druadach Valley, just north of Karthwasten, on the southern bank of the Darkfall River,” Madanach told her, his voice soft and low but his eyes alive with promise. “It's called Druadach Redoubt and it's going to be my command centre. You want to see me, you'll be quite welcome as long as you don't bring an invading army with you.”
“You're breaking out of here,” Elisif gasped, hope flaring inside. She was getting out of here, they were all getting out of here!
Madanach nodded. “Yes. We've planning it for months, but recent events have convinced me now's the time to execute it. Want in?”
“Yes!” Elisif cried, ready to cry with relief. “Yes, of course. And I'll be sure to let you know when I'm going to Windhelm as well, so you know to start listening out for the news.”
“Yes,” Madanach said, still grinning. “Of course I'll want to do that, yes.” He got off the bed, patting the back of her hand. “Listen, we can't go just yet. I've got to make some arrangements first, get everything in place. But it shouldn't take too long, not more than a day at the most. In the mean time, you can stay in here with me. I know it's not much but it's better than anywhere else in this prison. There's facilities just down the corridor, food and wine here, and you can have the bed when you get tired. Make yourself at home.”
“But won't you need the bed,” Elisif asked, feeling the wine starting to go to her head. She was tired, a nap wouldn't hurt, but wouldn't he need to sleep at some point?
“I slept earlier,” Madanach told her. “Don't worry about me. You just rest and leave it all to me.”
“Thought you weren't going to make it all better for me?” Elisif said as she laid down on the bed, grinning sleepily at him.
Madanach stopped in the doorway of his room, laughing softly and glancing back at her.
“Not just for you,” he told her. “But if it makes you happy, I can live with that.”
Then he was gone, leaving her alone in a prison cell in the toughest prison in Skyrim, in a bed that wasn't hers, separated from her entire previous life and utterly at the mercy of and dependent on the man known as the Scourge of the Nords. So why she felt safer than she'd done since Torygg died, Elisif had no idea. She just crawled under the furs, closed her eyes and let sleep claim her.
~~~~~~~~~
A/N: And there you go, there's Elisif making friends all over.
Next chapter, Cicero and Eola, unaware of all this, start planning their own jailbreak operation... with mixed results.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 13.13
Date: 2013-11-11 09:04 pm (UTC)“What, you want me to get arrested again?” Elisif asked, before seeing the twinkle in his eyes and realising no, he had no intention of staying in Cidhna Mine any longer than he had to.
“There's a Forsworn camp in the north of the Reach, in the Druadach Valley, just north of Karthwasten, on the southern bank of the Darkfall River,” Madanach told her, his voice soft and low but his eyes alive with promise. “It's called Druadach Redoubt and it's going to be my command centre. You want to see me, you'll be quite welcome as long as you don't bring an invading army with you.”
“You're breaking out of here,” Elisif gasped, hope flaring inside. She was getting out of here, they were all getting out of here!
Madanach nodded. “Yes. We've planning it for months, but recent events have convinced me now's the time to execute it. Want in?”
“Yes!” Elisif cried, ready to cry with relief. “Yes, of course. And I'll be sure to let you know when I'm going to Windhelm as well, so you know to start listening out for the news.”
“Yes,” Madanach said, still grinning. “Of course I'll want to do that, yes.” He got off the bed, patting the back of her hand. “Listen, we can't go just yet. I've got to make some arrangements first, get everything in place. But it shouldn't take too long, not more than a day at the most. In the mean time, you can stay in here with me. I know it's not much but it's better than anywhere else in this prison. There's facilities just down the corridor, food and wine here, and you can have the bed when you get tired. Make yourself at home.”
“But won't you need the bed,” Elisif asked, feeling the wine starting to go to her head. She was tired, a nap wouldn't hurt, but wouldn't he need to sleep at some point?
“I slept earlier,” Madanach told her. “Don't worry about me. You just rest and leave it all to me.”
“Thought you weren't going to make it all better for me?” Elisif said as she laid down on the bed, grinning sleepily at him.
Madanach stopped in the doorway of his room, laughing softly and glancing back at her.
“Not just for you,” he told her. “But if it makes you happy, I can live with that.”
Then he was gone, leaving her alone in a prison cell in the toughest prison in Skyrim, in a bed that wasn't hers, separated from her entire previous life and utterly at the mercy of and dependent on the man known as the Scourge of the Nords. So why she felt safer than she'd done since Torygg died, Elisif had no idea. She just crawled under the furs, closed her eyes and let sleep claim her.
~~~~~~~~~
A/N: And there you go, there's Elisif making friends all over.
Next chapter, Cicero and Eola, unaware of all this, start planning their own jailbreak operation... with mixed results.