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7. Blood of our Blood

The Forsworn leader was staring down at me, hunched and snivelling on the dusty floor.
"Is everything alright, girl?"
His voice was rough and lilting with the native Reach accent that brought back memories. Caught off guard, I wiped away the treacherous tears, "I'm fine. I-" I went to speak again but instead a large, racking sob emerged.
"Here, come with me." The man handed me a dirty rag and took hold of my elbow, gently guiding me to my feet down the dirt-strewn passage into a small chamber. A cot and a desk covered in papers were the only features to the cold stone cave. Tears were flowing down my face as I took a seat on the cot and it took me some time to recover my composure.

"Better now?" The King in Rags was gazing at me, an expression akin to concern on his face. I nodded, trying to stifle my hiccups and wiping my tears away with the rag he had given me. When I was done, I took a deep breath and met his piercing gaze, as he spoke "So, what do you want? Answers about the Forsworn? Revenge for trying to have you killed?"
"That was you? I thought it was Nepos." I shook my head. Not like it really matters now. "What I want is my freedom."

He smiled at me, a little sadly, "Yes, I can understand that. But even if you escaped, your name would still be stained with all that blood."
"Not my conscience. Nepos instigated it on your orders." I locked my eyes with his.
"Does it make a difference? You're one of us now. A slave. The boot of your kin stepping on your throat. Maybe if you understood that I could help you. Keep you safe, in here and outside."

My mind was turning, running through plans, scenarios. The thief in me was loving this dance and I bit back the urge to smile.
This, this I can do.
"They're no kin of mine. I came from Markarth, grew up in the Warrens." I paused to let that sink in and then dangled my bait, pouring all my scorn into my words. "And I lost my family to Ulfric Stormcloak and his soldiers."
"So you know how widespread the injustice of Markarth is."
"The fact that I'm innocent and in jail doesn't count?" I smiled bitterly at him, failing to keep the simmering anger from rising to my face.
He gave a small laugh,"You know, it was actually your meddling above ground was what reminded me how removed from the struggle I've become. My men and I should be out there, fighting."
I fought the urge to roll my eyes, "Let's get this straight; I don't particularly like you but I hate Ulfric more. And Markarth was a better place when the Reachmen governed it."
His lips twitched in another smile, "You know, you may not like me but I'm almost beginning to like you."
"I'm very likeable, when people aren't trying to kill me. Or frame me. So what are your plans?" I raised an eyebrow, settling myself onto his cot and slouching back to lean against the wall.
"Why should I tell you my plans?" He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and linking his hands together.
"Why not?" I kept looking in his eyes, "It's not like I'm going anywhere and I'm sure the talents of the Dragonborn could be useful to your cause."
His eyebrows quirked up in surprise, "You're the Dragonborn?"
"I get that a lot," I responded dryly, "Would you like me to Shout?"
He stared at me for a long moment before shaking his head, "No, I believe you. Alright, I'll tell you. What I want is my kingdom back and this time I'm not going to make the mistake of letting any treacherous Nords remain. Markarth will be for the Reachmen. Any other will be put to death. As we were twenty years ago."

I kept my gaze on his eyes as he spoke. I'd seen the zeal in his eyes before, too many times in this damned war; it burned in Ulfric's eyes, in Tullius's, in Delphine's and in Arngeir's. That utter conviction that the ends justified the means, that they were right and their cause was just no matter what price others had to pay.

The greater good.

I sat there, dazed. I couldn't…Not again... There was only one choice. My Shout left me in a whisper, "TIID KLO." As time slowed I slipped out of my seat, moving behind Madanach. My hands came up to cup his head, gently pulling it into my chest and then twisting it quickly. Instant death.

I had to move. Quickly. It wouldn't be long before that beast of an Orc came to check on us. I snatched up Madanach's journal, skimming through the last entries looking for any mention of the tunnel. As I turned the pages I noticed a small key tucked underneath it. Dimly I recalled being led past a locked cell, empty except for a pickaxe and a bucket filled with soil. It's a chance. I cradled the journal in my arms and snatched up the key, headed for the cell, a flicker of hope in my head. Please Divines.

I unlocked the cell and slipped in, relocking it behind me. Maybe it'll slow them down. Maybe I'll be really lucky and Madanach didn't trust any of them with the information. One of the lower corners of the cell was a blanket, plastered with enough dirt to hide the tiny tunnel that wormed its way into the earth. I crawled in, pulling the blanket back to hide the entrance, leaving me in darkness. Still clutching the book in one hand, I began crawling, praying to all the Divines, Aedra and Daedra that there was an exit. All I could hear was my echoing, panting breath, there didn't seem to be any pursuit but my tortured imagination kept showing me images of hordes of unwashed prisoners chasing after me...and what they would do when they caught me. Panicking I pushed myself faster, ignoring the pain of crawling and soon a tiny patch of light ahead hinted at freedom.

I crawled out into a vast stone chamber, littered with cobwebs and clearly Dwemer in origin. I must be somewhere below the Keep. My knees and elbows were sore and my head hurt from where I'd accidently whacked it against one of the rough props that supported Madanach's escape route. There was only corridor leading out and I hugged the shadows along the wall as I made my way along it. Some of Madanach's men had obviously already cleared the way and I made up through the ruins to the Keep without incident. That's a nice change. Sneaking out of the Keep was slightly harder thanks to the regular patrols and stationed guards but soon I was breathing the dusty and metallic air of Markarth. Now all I needed to do was to get to the one person I trusted enough to help me...

A!A: Two chapters in one day-that's a record for me! ~~Even though this one's tiny compared to all the others.~~ Thank you all for your lovely comments as well ;)

Wow! Not what I expected at all! I like your twists! Bittersweet though it would have been I'm glad she wasn't gang raped. She's already rather vulnerable, the possibility is probably enough to leave her with nightmares! And poor Vilkas! I'd love that stand alone look into his mind! This is so much better than anything I expected when writing the prompt!

I think I can sleep now, with chocolat covered Vilkas on my mind! ;)

ohhh! beautiful! there really are holding in abeyance, your story is always the most beautiful and intense! yes, we would like to know the thoughts of vilkas, and know how all this can really upset him! ohh so please continue! their relationship is growing well!

do not let their relationship unfinished! he certainly will have a lot of respect for her seeing her get out of there alive!

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