Her eyes moved from corner to corner, every cavity on the walls and halls but there was no sign of the little bundle of joy. With quick steps she walked down the long hall and bursted out into the main hall. For a moment her ears perked up as she heard laughter and the sound of metal hitting stone. He better not be doing what she thinks he’s doing.
She just arrived from a long journey along with Serana. They decided to go raid her family castle of some much needed items for the guild, and luckily both made it back in time for the feast. This day is one her father reserves to have a big, fancy dinner and celebrate the day they met for the first time years ago.
“Haren?” Her voice echoed as she made her way to the courtyard through the war room.
The sound stopped and a small child turned to smile toothily at her with bright green eyes. “Mama! You’re back!” The little thing dropped the sword (larger than his own body) and ran to her arms as she bent down to wrap them around him.
“My darling, I missed you so!” She stood up with him in her arms and kissed his face over and over as he giggled in delight.
A hearty laugh from behind her interrupted their sweet reunion. Thales twitched to accommodate the child on her hip as she held him up against her then turned around to see her father smiling at them.
“Father, you know he’s not allowed to be near any weapons. He’s only four!”
“Aye, take it up to your man. He left me here to watch him while he fetched a shield small enough for him to hold.” Ulfric walked up to her patted her shoulder warmly (or as warmly as he could) then ruffled the child’s dark hair.
“Oh no,” Vilkas said from the entrance of the courtyard, almost dropping the shield he has between his hands. “It’s not what it looks like.”
She glared at him, but then Haren wiggled out of her arms and jumped down, running to his father and reaching up for the shield. “Can we fight now, papa?” He asked, smiling enthusiastically at Vilkas.
“Hold on a second, let your mother murder me first,” he said jokingly as he approached her and kissed her forehead. “How was the trip back?”
Sighing, she watched as her small child tried his best to lift the heavy shield. “Not bad. I checked up on Sapphire and Vilkas on my way here. They’re definitely having twins.”
Vilkas let out a loud laugh and slapped his thigh a couple of times. “I knew one of us would have twins. How interesting, Haren will have family to play with besides your father and his guards.”
She smiled tenderly down at said little person. Who would’ve thought that everything would play out perfectly and harmoniously. Five years ago she thought she’d die inside the belly of a dragon, today? Today she wakes up late, feeds Haren and Aventus, the other child of hers, then they spend some days either playing outside of learning from Wuunferth, Ulfric’s sorcerer (and proclaimed educator of her children).
Rarely they hear of a dragon attack, thus leaving her (and Vilkas) to enjoy their life to the fullest.
“Yes, it’s good. They could come over and stay with us, or he could go with them and help out with the infants.”
“That would certainly teach him responsibility,” Ulfric added as he bent down to tell Haren how to ‘properly’ hold on to the shield and the sword.
Vilkas nodded and then wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Aventus is going to be happy too,” he added softly by her ear.
Speaking of. “Where is he? I thought Brynjolf would be back with him by now.”
Re: THALES ~ 17/17 Epilogue
She just arrived from a long journey along with Serana. They decided to go raid her family castle of some much needed items for the guild, and luckily both made it back in time for the feast. This day is one her father reserves to have a big, fancy dinner and celebrate the day they met for the first time years ago.
“Haren?” Her voice echoed as she made her way to the courtyard through the war room.
The sound stopped and a small child turned to smile toothily at her with bright green eyes. “Mama! You’re back!” The little thing dropped the sword (larger than his own body) and ran to her arms as she bent down to wrap them around him.
“My darling, I missed you so!” She stood up with him in her arms and kissed his face over and over as he giggled in delight.
A hearty laugh from behind her interrupted their sweet reunion. Thales twitched to accommodate the child on her hip as she held him up against her then turned around to see her father smiling at them.
“Father, you know he’s not allowed to be near any weapons. He’s only four!”
“Aye, take it up to your man. He left me here to watch him while he fetched a shield small enough for him to hold.” Ulfric walked up to her patted her shoulder warmly (or as warmly as he could) then ruffled the child’s dark hair.
“Oh no,” Vilkas said from the entrance of the courtyard, almost dropping the shield he has between his hands. “It’s not what it looks like.”
She glared at him, but then Haren wiggled out of her arms and jumped down, running to his father and reaching up for the shield. “Can we fight now, papa?” He asked, smiling enthusiastically at Vilkas.
“Hold on a second, let your mother murder me first,” he said jokingly as he approached her and kissed her forehead. “How was the trip back?”
Sighing, she watched as her small child tried his best to lift the heavy shield. “Not bad. I checked up on Sapphire and Vilkas on my way here. They’re definitely having twins.”
Vilkas let out a loud laugh and slapped his thigh a couple of times. “I knew one of us would have twins. How interesting, Haren will have family to play with besides your father and his guards.”
She smiled tenderly down at said little person. Who would’ve thought that everything would play out perfectly and harmoniously. Five years ago she thought she’d die inside the belly of a dragon, today? Today she wakes up late, feeds Haren and Aventus, the other child of hers, then they spend some days either playing outside of learning from Wuunferth, Ulfric’s sorcerer (and proclaimed educator of her children).
Rarely they hear of a dragon attack, thus leaving her (and Vilkas) to enjoy their life to the fullest.
“Yes, it’s good. They could come over and stay with us, or he could go with them and help out with the infants.”
“That would certainly teach him responsibility,” Ulfric added as he bent down to tell Haren how to ‘properly’ hold on to the shield and the sword.
Vilkas nodded and then wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Aventus is going to be happy too,” he added softly by her ear.
Speaking of. “Where is he? I thought Brynjolf would be back with him by now.”