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"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 7c/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit

[(Anonymous)]

She’d gotten to Whiterun, and had gotten sidetracked by the Companions who were fighting a giant. She’d helped them fell the creature, and then she’d been caught up in everything and ended up in Jorrvaskr. She had never made it to Dragonsreach, had never asked the Jarl to send troops to Riverwood. Instead, she’d taken a job that had led her to Windhelm. A simple job, sure. Smacking some guy around because he’d angered the wrong client, but it wasn’t helping the citizens of Riverwood.

That was a week ago. Now the Jarl was requesting her presence and she was wondering if she’d ruined any chance at friendship by failing them as she had.

Hadvar had saved her life, and this was how she repaid that. By gallivanting around Skyrim with a reluctant mercenary at her side. She’d joined the Companions, found the closest thing to a “home” she’d had since she left her family in Cyrodiil, and hadn’t said a word to the Jarl about the dragon problem.

As she thought, she stared at Roliand, her gaze not quite focusing on him. He was so handsome, so strong, so good to her. She wanted him to stay with her, wanted him to be her anchor amidst the chaos, but she wanted him to want that, too. She couldn’t force it, and in the end, she didn’t want whatever happened between them to be about the septims. She wanted him to stay because he wanted to.

And if he’d taken another job, he must not have wanted to stay very badly.

Roliand stood, his movements awkward.

“Kat,” he looked down at her. She wished she could see his face, but the light was behind him and all she could see from this angle was his silhouette. “Be careful.”

She nodded mutely. This was where “careful” had gotten her. She wondered if he understood that. He hovered expectantly, and she realized he was waiting for some words of farewell.

“You-“ emotion choked her voice. “You do the same. I still have that contract on you.” Her laugh was bitter. “So no letting anyone else kill you. That’s- that’s my job.”

And then Roliand was gone, and Kathryn was sagging back into the bed and pulling the covers back over her head. Her eyes burned, her stomach twisted, and she was pretty sure her heart was going to shatter. She just needed a few minutes to deal with the pain, and then she would deal with her responsibilities. Just a few minutes, and then she would move on.