“Get what?” she said and he stared at her making her flush. He cupped her head, holding her still and he moved forward making her stiffen. She knew what was coming and she grabbed his hands, her nails tugging on him. “You can’t,” she pleaded. “You’re married.”
“So what,” he shot back but she stopped him, her heart aching.
She pulled away. “You’re a Jarl,” she reminded him. “I’m just your Thane. There is no marriage or love in this. That’s how it will always be. You’ve… always said so yourself.”
He stared at her, hard but she didn’t say a word. She could feel his anger, how disappointed he was in her and he shoved past her, opening the door.
“Leave,” he commanded and she did as he asked. She ran down the steps, moving past the burning lanterns and she didn’t look back as she did; she had done enough. He released her from his service and she ran past the gate into the wilds.
Her feet carried her down the road, her running slowing to a jog and she soon was slowly walking, the early morning air creeping in through the forest, the sounds of wolves on the hunt echoing in the valley. She merely followed the road, her heart aching as she did but she didn’t cry over it, she had done enough of that already. She aimed for Whiterun, taking the path and she drew her cloak around her as she did, silent, continuing down it through the night.
She slowly walked along the road as the plains beckoned her and she stopped, looking towards where Rorikstead lay before she cut off the stone path, running up the hill towards the top. All around her the stars were slowly disappearing from the sky and the light blue of dawn was calling to her. She rushed towards it, her breath coming out in pants as she did.
She hit the top, running towards a mountain of rocks, her hands grabbing the cold stones and she pulled herself up, standing tall as a breeze caught her. It blew back her hood, the ends of her robes whipping behind her as well and she closed her eyes, inhaling. When she opened them again, the morning light was starting to shine over the mountains, a light blue mixing with purple as stars twinkled above.
This was her favourite time. A dawn breaking meant a new day and that meant a new start, something she hadn’t seen or had in a while. She was worn from her emotions, blinded from her lust and stupidity and as the sky changed to a light pink she began to flush. The wind hit her again making her shiver but she continued to stand, eyes on the sky.
It was then something was called into her mind; a realization she never had before. Years upon years ago when her mother lived and she was a child, how she questioned her, begging for answers and she was told only when she was older she would understand.
Somehow, she finally knew. The reason her mom hid them away for so long, why she wasn’t allowed near the road or near others. Being with them led to these feelings, this heartache she could barely mend from, the weight of being alone amongst a crowd. They struggled when they were in the meagre home but she was never unhappy like she was now. When she thought about it, her mother was trying to protect her. She never knew her father but what his presence did to her mom must have affected her enough to make her try and shield her from it.
The Hardest Part [21/?]
“So what,” he shot back but she stopped him, her heart aching.
She pulled away. “You’re a Jarl,” she reminded him. “I’m just your Thane. There is no marriage or love in this. That’s how it will always be. You’ve… always said so yourself.”
He stared at her, hard but she didn’t say a word. She could feel his anger, how disappointed he was in her and he shoved past her, opening the door.
“Leave,” he commanded and she did as he asked. She ran down the steps, moving past the burning lanterns and she didn’t look back as she did; she had done enough. He released her from his service and she ran past the gate into the wilds.
Her feet carried her down the road, her running slowing to a jog and she soon was slowly walking, the early morning air creeping in through the forest, the sounds of wolves on the hunt echoing in the valley. She merely followed the road, her heart aching as she did but she didn’t cry over it, she had done enough of that already. She aimed for Whiterun, taking the path and she drew her cloak around her as she did, silent, continuing down it through the night.
She slowly walked along the road as the plains beckoned her and she stopped, looking towards where Rorikstead lay before she cut off the stone path, running up the hill towards the top. All around her the stars were slowly disappearing from the sky and the light blue of dawn was calling to her. She rushed towards it, her breath coming out in pants as she did.
She hit the top, running towards a mountain of rocks, her hands grabbing the cold stones and she pulled herself up, standing tall as a breeze caught her. It blew back her hood, the ends of her robes whipping behind her as well and she closed her eyes, inhaling. When she opened them again, the morning light was starting to shine over the mountains, a light blue mixing with purple as stars twinkled above.
This was her favourite time. A dawn breaking meant a new day and that meant a new start, something she hadn’t seen or had in a while. She was worn from her emotions, blinded from her lust and stupidity and as the sky changed to a light pink she began to flush. The wind hit her again making her shiver but she continued to stand, eyes on the sky.
It was then something was called into her mind; a realization she never had before. Years upon years ago when her mother lived and she was a child, how she questioned her, begging for answers and she was told only when she was older she would understand.
Somehow, she finally knew. The reason her mom hid them away for so long, why she wasn’t allowed near the road or near others. Being with them led to these feelings, this heartache she could barely mend from, the weight of being alone amongst a crowd. They struggled when they were in the meagre home but she was never unhappy like she was now. When she thought about it, her mother was trying to protect her. She never knew her father but what his presence did to her mom must have affected her enough to make her try and shield her from it.