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"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 8/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit

[(Anonymous)]

The next few days were tumultuous at best. It was an overwhelming whirlwind of news and revelations about herself.

She was the Dovahkiin. The Dragonborn. With it came powers and responsibilities that she didn’t feel prepared for. She wasn’t sure anyone could have prepared for this. She’d read The Trials of St. Alessia, had heard of the blessing of Akatosh.

It had never seemed like anything more than a story.

But here she was, a living, breathing Dovahkiin. From the moment that her body had absorbed the dragon’s soul, she had been unable to deny her heritage. Her calling. She was Ysmir, Dragon of the North. Dovahkiin, hunter of dragons. Consumer of dragon’s souls.

She had been summoned to High Hrothgar, and had been schooled by the Greybeards in the use of Thu’um.

Those that knew what she was were in awe of her, though she had done little to earn their respect. She was surrounded by people who saw her as something other than the simple human she was. They sought to put her on a pedestal, expecting her to become something great before their eyes, to do something wonderful and astounding, and all she wanted to do was hide.

She had never been so alone.

She missed Roliand, knew that if he was here with her he would make irreverent jokes, would tease her and taunt her and tell her that it was all going to her head. He would bring her back to reality, would treat her as a woman, and not as the savior of the world. She needed that more than she cared to admit.

She missed him. Not just the sex—though that had been amazing—but him and his stupid unwanted tenderness. The way he’s watch her when he thought she wasn’t looking, the way he’d touched her when she’d been hurt.

Kathryn redoubled her efforts, striving to lose herself in the work. She took all of her frustration and threw it into her assignments, trying to stay just a half-step ahead, to avoid the certain death that hung over her head if she failed. Because it wasn’t an option. If she failed at this, the world ended. Alduin would destroy everything she loved.

The days stretched into weeks, stretched into months. She rose in power, rose in rank until nearly everyone she met knew of her feats. She’d been to the Throat of the World, had destroyed a dragon. Had become Harbinger of the Companions and Arch-mage of the College of Winterhold—though that last was more honorary than due to her magical prowess—as well as a notorious Vampire Hunter, a Bard, and a Thane in six of the nine holds.

Except when she had to have someone with her, Kathryn preferred to travel alone. It was easier when she didn’t have to maintain a facade, when she could let herself hurt openly.

Why had Roliand left?

She still didn’t have the answer. Didn’t know if he was alive or dead. She’d asked after him, but he’d all but disappeared. Even Stenvar didn’t know where he’d gone.

Enough was enough.

As soon as she finished her next job, Kathryn set out to find Roliand.