“What is it you want Maven?” Maven looked at the Dragonborn. The Nord woman was dressed in her thieves guild armour, draped across the throne, Maven’s throne. She flashed a beautiful smile in Maven’s direction. The woman with honey hair was beautiful and dangerous.
“The Stormcloaks are winning this war.”
“Hm? Oh yes, however racist their views seem they still reflect what those of Skyrim really want. It only makes sense that they would win, really.”
Maven felt her frustration growing. “Ada, They’ll take back the Rift soon.”
Ada, the Dragonborn shrugged, “if that’s the way things have to go…”
“You can stop it, you could turn this war right around.” It was true. Maven had fought hard to gain and maintain her political influence and power. Yet Ada, the Dragonborn just sauntered into Skyrim, as a criminal no less and within half a year had Skyrim wrapped around her finger. The whole thing was a game to her. The way she kept her power was practically effortless and her influence didn’t seem to have an end.
If she sided with the Imperials now they would win. Even with the Stormcloaks controlling six out of nine holds they would fall if the Dragonborn wanted them too.
“This is not my war.”
“I’ll lose my throne!” Maven pleaded.
“So be it.” Maven had to refrain from growling at the woman. Ada was draped across the throne so casually, as if she belonged there. Maven clenched her fists.
“Side with the Imperials.” Maven made it out like an order. Ada raised a brow and turned to look at Maven.
“I am not taking a side. Besides, if I did it certainly would not be with the Imperials.” Maven frowned.
“Side with the Imperials or find some way to let me keep my throne.”
“Or?”
“Or I’ll destroy you.” Ada laughed and Maven faltered. Maven was sure she would have found some way to stain the Dragonborn’s name, she had almost done it once.
Ada swung her legs around so she was sitting in the throne normally. She looked down at Maven, who still stood at the bottom of the steps.
“It must be hard for you Maven. You’re so used to having the Thieves’ guild and Dark Brotherhood to back you that you forget one important thing. I lead both of them. You’re wrapped around my finger now, Maven.” Ada’s tone was dangerously low, a warning.
Maven took a step forward. “Find some way to let me keep my throne, I’ve fought against better to get what I’ve got!” She was yelling, Maven hated raising her voice. It showed you were losing control of the situation.
Ada laughed, legs swinging back over the arm of the throne again. “You can’t do that to me Maven. Even if you could you wouldn’t. I like you Maven, I do and I like what you do which is why I help you.”
“But?”
“But, Maven Black-Briar, you have let a very important piece of information reach me.” A multitude of things went through Maven’s mind about what it could have been. “A piece of information that never should have gotten out, but don’t worry no one told me explicitly I’ve pieced it together myself.”
The Nord was being oddly cryptic. Maven was used to Ada’s blunt nature, not this. “I want you to remember that I know this every time I deny one of your requests.”
Black Mail 2/?
“What is it you want Maven?” Maven looked at the Dragonborn. The Nord woman was dressed in her thieves guild armour, draped across the throne, Maven’s throne. She flashed a beautiful smile in Maven’s direction. The woman with honey hair was beautiful and dangerous.
“The Stormcloaks are winning this war.”
“Hm? Oh yes, however racist their views seem they still reflect what those of Skyrim really want. It only makes sense that they would win, really.”
Maven felt her frustration growing. “Ada, They’ll take back the Rift soon.”
Ada, the Dragonborn shrugged, “if that’s the way things have to go…”
“You can stop it, you could turn this war right around.” It was true. Maven had fought hard to gain and maintain her political influence and power. Yet Ada, the Dragonborn just sauntered into Skyrim, as a criminal no less and within half a year had Skyrim wrapped around her finger. The whole thing was a game to her. The way she kept her power was practically effortless and her influence didn’t seem to have an end.
If she sided with the Imperials now they would win. Even with the Stormcloaks controlling six out of nine holds they would fall if the Dragonborn wanted them too.
“This is not my war.”
“I’ll lose my throne!” Maven pleaded.
“So be it.” Maven had to refrain from growling at the woman. Ada was draped across the throne so casually, as if she belonged there. Maven clenched her fists.
“Side with the Imperials.” Maven made it out like an order. Ada raised a brow and turned to look at Maven.
“I am not taking a side. Besides, if I did it certainly would not be with the Imperials.” Maven frowned.
“Side with the Imperials or find some way to let me keep my throne.”
“Or?”
“Or I’ll destroy you.” Ada laughed and Maven faltered. Maven was sure she would have found some way to stain the Dragonborn’s name, she had almost done it once.
Ada swung her legs around so she was sitting in the throne normally. She looked down at Maven, who still stood at the bottom of the steps.
“It must be hard for you Maven. You’re so used to having the Thieves’ guild and Dark Brotherhood to back you that you forget one important thing. I lead both of them. You’re wrapped around my finger now, Maven.” Ada’s tone was dangerously low, a warning.
Maven took a step forward. “Find some way to let me keep my throne, I’ve fought against better to get what I’ve got!” She was yelling, Maven hated raising her voice. It showed you were losing control of the situation.
Ada laughed, legs swinging back over the arm of the throne again. “You can’t do that to me Maven. Even if you could you wouldn’t. I like you Maven, I do and I like what you do which is why I help you.”
“But?”
“But, Maven Black-Briar, you have let a very important piece of information reach me.” A multitude of things went through Maven’s mind about what it could have been. “A piece of information that never should have gotten out, but don’t worry no one told me explicitly I’ve pieced it together myself.”
The Nord was being oddly cryptic. Maven was used to Ada’s blunt nature, not this. “I want you to remember that I know this every time I deny one of your requests.”