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From: (Anonymous)

“Couldn't be in the neighbourhood and not stop by to see how my old friend Madanach was doing, hey?” she said, laughing nervously. “They tell me you're king now. How's it feel?”

Madanach just growled, shivering as he reached for the jenever bottle he'd brought out with him, glowing frost rune on the side clearly keeping it cool.

“Draining. Exhausting. Igmund's record-keeping was diabolical, Thongvor's was worse. Neither of them knew a damn thing about actually running anything. It's taking me, Nepos and that Imperial steward of Thongvor's all our time just to audit the books. Not to mention all the court cases. If it's not the citizens of the Reach demanding weregild for Forsworn actions, half of which claims, I might add, are greatly exaggerated, it's half of Tamriel taking advantage of certain laws I brought in and demanding I help them out. I don't regret bringing in that divorce law for a second, even if I do have priests of Mara on my doorstep railing at me for trivialising marriage, but by the gods, I had no idea the people of Tamriel had made such appalling marital choices.”

“You brought in a divorce law,” Liriel said, feeling vaguely appalled but at the same time not surprised, and thinking of it, she knew more than a few married couples who seemed to actively despise each other.

“Of course I did, I wouldn't want anyone else to suffer like I did,” Madanach growled. “Don't tell me you're backing the priests on this.”

“Not... exactly,” said Liriel, trying to work out where she stood on this. On the one hand, marriage was meant to mean being bound in love, now and forever, but on the other, if love wasn't there any more... but on the third hand, if unhappy spouses could now get divorced in the Reach... “I hope you realise you've just cut off a very profitable source of contracts for us!”

Madanach put his jenever bottle down and burst out laughing, holding his head in his hands and actually howling in delight.

“That's your objection?” he laughed. “Unhappy spouses don't have to call you in any more, they can just come to the Reach instead? Oh cariad, you're adorable, you really are. Don't worry, due to the unprecedented demand, people who aren't citizens of the Reach have to pay a hefty premium for my precious time spent listening to their marital woes, not to mention there's a waiting list and they've got to come to Markarth. I'm sure the impatient, the far-flung and those not sure the settlement would go in their favour will always be prepared to consider you as the speedier alternative.”

Liriel couldn't help but laugh. By Sithis, she had missed this man so much. What had she been worrying about, that he wanted the Dragonborn more than Liriel, that she might have found the Reach-King more attractive than the man? Here they were, just a man and a woman sitting by a fire and she wanted him more than ever.

“I missed you,” she said quietly, trying to see how he'd respond to this. His smile faded as he turned away, staring back at the fire.

“I missed you too,” he admitted. “When we took Markarth... I wished you'd been there with me. It was just one of the best moments of my life, and having you there would have made it perfect.”

“I was in the city, you know,” Liriel said softly, wondering how much to tell him. “I sent Cicero along – he wanted to join in so I told him to go. He said he had a great time. Brought him with me tonight actually, but I don't know where he went...”

“So I heard,” said Madanach dryly. “His exploits that night are becoming the stuff of legend – very gory legend, but legend nonetheless. Don't worry about finding him again – just wait until morning and check Kaie's tent, you'll probably find him there, although for Sithis' sake, knock first.”

He sounded like he spoke from some horrific personal experience. Liriel wisely didn't pry for details, knowing all too well what sort of things Cicero liked in bed.

From: (Anonymous)

“Yeah, Argis said the night before a big battle it was traditional for the Forsworn to dance, drink and disappear off to someone else's tent for the night,” said Liriel, toying with the Ring of Namira nervously. This next question was a delicate one, but Liriel had to ask. She needed to know if she still had a chance. “You're not taking part?”

She looked away as she said it, not wanting to watch him while he answered, too afraid the answer might be yes, he was just waiting for his Forsworn bedmate to show up now.

“Me? Hardly. I'm too old to be bothered with all that now,” Madanach said gruffly, and Liriel honestly didn't know whether to be relieved or sad for him. “I lived my life, Liriel, had my fair share of lovers as a young man, had a marriage, children, I took part in the Dance. My part in it's done now, was done a long time ago. Honestly, I consider myself fortunate to have ended up with you at all, and even though it's done... I'm glad we had what we did. You're a beautiful woman and you made me very happy for a while. Thank you.”

“You don't have to thank me,” Liriel whispered, placing a hand on his back and fighting the urge to just pull him into her arms. No one should be that lonely, and certainly no one should just sound so resigned about the fact. Madanach just laughed bitterly and took another swig of jenever.

“I think I do, we both know I got far more out of the deal than you did,” he said, sounding amused despite the sadness colouring his every word, every expression. “I get a beautiful Elven sorceress in my arms and you get some old Reachman who's going to die and leave you a heartbroken widow. Sithis knows why you said yes in the first place, to be honest. There you were, alive and beautiful and passionate and free, dancing with half the camp and having the time of your life and I was watching you, loving watching you and wishing there was the remotest chance I could join you and not make a complete fool of myself, and hating virtually every man who touched you because I was convinced one of them would invite you back to his tent for more and you'd happily go with them and leave me to my sorrows. Then you were next to me, worrying about me, wanting to know if I was all right, and although you were clearly quite intoxicated, I hadn't the heart to tell you to go to bed. The most beautiful woman in the camp sitting by my side of her own volition – it would have taken a better man than I am to send you away, especially when you started cuddling me. I didn't intend for anything else to happen, but then I accidentally called you cariad without thinking, and then you had to go and ask what it meant and... once it got to that stage, I thought... I wasn't thinking at all actually, you were just there and warm and beautiful and the worst that could happen was you bursting into tears and running away.”

“Didn't I do exactly that the very same night?” Liriel said lightly, hoping he didn't notice the tears in her eyes. Madanach laughed softly, nodding, still staring at the flames.

“You came back. Surprised you did. I wouldn't have blamed you if you never had. But you came back and I've not been so happy in a very long time. The world seemed like such a nicer place with you around. I took it as a sign maybe things might just work out. And they did – just not for us. It's all right, cariad, I understand, I'm not begging for you to take me back. It's done, it's over, I accept that. Go on, go live your life, raise your kids, find an Altmer man and have some beautiful Mer children with him. Go and be happy, Liriel, you deserve it.”

Given that Liriel's career in Skyrim to date had involved her butchering and eating an innocent priest of Arkay, murdering and framing an innocent man for treason and murdering the Emperor of Tamriel himself, Liriel was fairly certain she did not in fact deserve any such thing, and given Madanach's career... well he probably didn't deserve it either but Mara didn't reserve love only for those who deserved it, that was the point.

“And you?” Liriel said, tracing a finger over his hair, rubbing one of his braids. “What about you, Madanach? Are you going to be happy?”

No answer. Just a shrug and a sigh.

From: (Anonymous)

“Does it matter?” he said finally. “Likely someone will at some point show an interest in the unattached ruler of a province with the biggest gold and silver mines in north Tamriel. Sure as Oblivion won't be any love involved, but at least it's someone to talk to.”

Liriel closed her eyes, shaking her head. This was not how it was supposed to go, she'd saved the world and saved the kingdom, rescuing the king in exile and getting him his throne back. He'd saved her kids, won her guild for her, given her a purpose she'd never had before, taken his kingdom back and done what the Forsworn hadn't managed in a thousand years. After all that, the dragonslaying heroine and the recrowned king were not supposed to just shrug and walk away from each other. Not if she had anything to do with it.

“It matters to me,” she breathed, and as he looked up, surprised at the emotion in her voice, she leaned in, cupped his jawline in her hand and kissed him.

Low moan in his throat and then she felt it – his magicka shields dropping as power just flowed out and enveloped her, her skin tingling as she reached out for him, pulling him to her. Madanach was kissing her back, arms around her, clinging on to her as if he was afraid she was going to disappear again.

Madanach finally broke away, hands still grasping her shoulders as he gasped for breath. Liriel pulled him into an embrace, and this was different, him resting his head on her shoulder for once, cradled in her arms as she held him and kissed the top of his head. All right, this having a human in her arms, being taller than him and able to do this, this she liked.

“Liriel,” she heard him whisper. “Liriel, what – do you mean it? You still... want me?”

“Never stopped,” Liriel whispered, tears in her eyes and joy singing in her heart as she breathed him in, loving him and wanting him and hoping he could tell, that he felt the same. “When you asked me to marry you, to be your queen – is that offer still open?”

“Are you taking me up on it?” Madanach asked, hope and hesitation in his voice. Liriel nodded, throat going dry and she wasn't sure if she could actually speak any more, not without crying anyway. She needn't have worried. There were tears in the old warlord's own eyes as he kissed her again, gentle but firm as his lips claimed hers. Liriel lost it then, kissing him back, heedless of the tears trailing down her own cheeks or the startled gasp from him as her own magicka controls went completely, power radiating out around them both, protecting and enfolding her chosen mate, her beloved Reach-King. Madanach broke off the kiss, staring up at her in amazement.

“Davrha-Brenhina,” he murmured, awed. Liriel felt herself blushing – she'd been trained young in the art of guarding her magicka and it had become second nature to have it tightly leashed at all times. To have it just let go like that... by Sithis, half the mages in camp must have felt that, judging from the silence that had suddenly fallen, punctuated only by hushed whispering and the sound of Cicero's voice cutting through the quiet.

“What? Why has everyone stopped? Cicero didn't notice anything...”
Then a delighted squeal and Kaie crying out, “That was Liriel! I'm getting a stepma! EVERYBODY WE'RE GETTING A QUEEN! LIRIEL RHAN-BRENHINA!”

“LIRIEL RHAN-BRENHINA! ALL HAIL THE REACH-QUEEN!” the cry went up, and the drumming started up again, wilder than before, fiddles joining in as fire and lightning and frost magic fired into the sky and the party got going again.

“Well that saved me making the announcement,” Madanach laughed. “Congratulations, cariad, I think they like you.”

“Oh gods,” Liriel whispered, head on his shoulder, hardly daring to look up. “I didn't mean for that to happen! That never – I mean, all Altmer are trained from a young age for that never to happen, it's a horrible faux pas to let your magicka go like that! I'm so sorry, Madanach.”

“Don't be,” Madanach murmured. “It's fine, I'm flattered. We're all fully aware of the phenomenon, we all know what causes it. Strong feelings, good or bad, and it's fine to have those. And when the feelings are good ones...”

“Anyone in range gets afflicted, I know,” Liriel whispered. Madanach laughed gently, taking her hand in his.

From: (Anonymous)

“It's not a disease, Liriel. And you must be one daedra of a mage for half the camp to feel that – well, I knew you were strong, but I'm not sure anyone else realised just how strong before. There's only one other person in camp who'd have that effect – and you're looking at him.” Madanach kissed her cheek, looking very, very proud. “Congratulations, macreena. You just proved yourself as a more than worthy consort for the true Rhan-Brenin. That's me, by the way.”

Assuming that meant Reach-King, there wasn't really any doubt about that one. Liriel nestled closer to him, feeling her fears start to abate. It was going to be alright. Madanach loved her. She loved him. She was going to marry him and be queen and go live in Markarth when she wasn't adventuring, and the girls would finally have a stable home she wouldn't feel guilty about leaving them in – after the whole dramatic rescue from Falkreath, Sissel and Lucia had actually had the chance to meet Madanach briefly while Argis was escorting them out to join the rest of the Forsworn on the way back to the Reach and ever since it had been “Mama, Mama, we met a king, a real one, and he was really nice and did magic tricks and made a bird appear from Lucia's ear and told us not to worry about anything any more, he'd make sure there were secret guards keeping an eye on us so no one else tried anything, can we visit him, does he have a palace, is there a queen, you could marry him, Mama, you could be queen!” All of which had torn at her heart at the time, although the relative lack of nightmares due to them firmly believing Madanach's people were watching over them was something to be thankful for. Now... now she could finally go to them and tell them yes, she was going to marry him and be queen and they were going to come with her and be ladies of the court and have a whole palace to play in. They'd love the idea, she was sure.

“You know I'll be bringing the girls with me, don't you? You'd be better be nice to them, or the deal's off,” Liriel murmured sleepily.

“I have raised children before, I do know what I'm doing,” Madanach replied, kissing her hair as he held her tight. “Of course they'll come live with us in Understone Keep, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'll take care of them while you're off adventuring, don't worry.”

Liriel clutched him harder, wondering why she'd stayed away so long. This was where she belonged, curled up with Madanach, loved and happy and protected by the King of the Reach.

“I love you,” Liriel whispered. Madanach didn't answer, just tilted her head up to face him and kissed her. Liriel sighed and kissed him back, hands sliding under his clothes and she gasped as his fingers tightened in her hair.

“Love you too,” Madanach breathed. “Gods, you're beautiful, Liriel. Cariad, come to bed. Please.”

Liriel couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be. Getting to her feet, she led Madanach lead her away. She had her lover back – soon to be husband in fact. Time to make the most of it.

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It was much later that night. The camp was quiet, the party over, the inhabitants asleep, some alone, most with someone else alongside them.

Cicero was no exception. Kaie was fast asleep, stretched out alongside him. But not Cicero. He couldn't sleep. He was resting his head on his hand, watching Kaie, frown furrowing his face.

“Kaie,” he whispered. “Kaie, I met someone. A – a woman. She's nice. Pretty. Friendly. Evil and murderous, like me. Loves blood! Loves flesh!” He giggled to himself, grin subsiding as he stroked Kaie's hair. “Except I don't know what to do. She's lovely... but so are you and you are kind to me. I can't have you both, you would be unhappy and your father would be... displeased. Cicero wouldn't want to displease dear Madanach, no. Cicero likes you, sweetling, he does! But you don't love sweet Cicero. You're going to marry a handsome prince and be queen! You don't need poor Cicero. But poor Cicero... Poor Cicero likes you. Humble Cicero likes you indeed.”

From: (Anonymous)

Cicero kissed her gently on the cheek. “Cicero doesn't want to leave you,” he whispered. “Cicero doesn't! But you don't want him that way and you'll leave one day. But pretty Eola is a Dark Sister and has no family but us. She is not going anywhere. Only... only Cicero would miss you!”

He snuggled into Kaie, hoping for solace but knowing he wasn't going to get it.

“Send me away, sweetling,” Cicero whispered unhappily. “It is better that way. Kaie can have her handsome prince, and Cicero... Cicero could see if Eola might make him happy. She has urges too. She understands. She is Cicero's kind. Cicero could be happy.”

Cicero's voice broke as he said that last. He wasn't happy now, not at all. But Kaie made him smile and Cicero cared about her a great deal. He wasn't strong enough to leave the first person to make him happy in a long time. Not even for Eola. In case it didn't work with Eola and she left him. Kaie might not get married for years and that would leave plenty of time for Cicero.

Cicero didn't know what to do. All he could do was pray to Sithis to show him the way.

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A/N: Oh Cicero, we all wish we had your problems. ;)

Rhan-Brenin is literally Welsh for Reach-King, and Brenhina is based on the Welsh word for Queen. Davrha is neither Welsh nor Irish, it's a corruption of Dovah.

Next chapter is the Battle for Windhelm, as the Forsworn prepare to take revenge for the wrongs done to them and the Markarth Incident's ghosts are finally laid to rest.