“You know why you had to do this,” he started again and she pulled away a bit, head down. “Kjersti. I can’t have a bastard with you.”
She said nothing, her shoulders shaking and he was getting irritated.
“This isn’t my fault,” he had to say it. “We’ve discussed this before! Before you ever became pregnant! I cannot have children with you! So, honestly, your crying-“
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it again!” she shouted making him stop. “I’m… I’m done!”
He stared at her. “What?”
She began to weep again, her hands shaking and her eyes angry as she got up from her seat and faced him. Her cheeks were now strained with tears. “I can’t have children. Ever again.”
He said nothing for a moment. Then he made the mistake of speaking. “So what?”
She shook like he had never seen and she shoved past him, ripping open the door to the manor. She only paused in the entrance to yell one last thing.
“It was a boy!”
The door slammed and he didn’t go after her.
--
He let her stay at her manor, not calling her back long after he knew he could. The Longhouse had become cold with Nenya still barely speaking to him. He didn’t care but the lack of interaction was making him a bit crazy. Once he went a full day without speaking more than a sentence. It was pissing him off and he really had no one to blame for it either.
He was contemplating leaving to Riften to visit Maven when the door to the Longhouse opened and he straightened as someone came in. Their robes were dark, their hood up, but he knew their body anywhere.
He said nothing as she came forward and she moved slowly to stand beside him, silent as she did. He stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to speak but she said nothing and he had nothing to say in return. He went back to staring out at the burning fire in the hearth, his thoughts on why she had come but he resigned to just accepting it.
There was no need to speak about it.
When she moved to leave for the evening he stopped her. “Kjersti.”
She still looked down but she followed his directions which made him sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly and her eyes flicked up, looking into his for a moment in shock before she nodded. He contemplated reaching for her or just having any contact with her but he decided against it and he merely let her go.
He undressed himself, not getting into bed right away as his thoughts lingered on his Thane and he knew dropping it would be the best. That was always the best thing to do. He was about to douse the scones in his room when a soft knocking came and he frowned.
“What?”
The door opened and she came in. She closed it behind her, her hood still up and head down making him pause but she didn’t linger by the door. She came forward, timid, just as she had the day Runil brought her in to his domain and he waited for her to speak.
She reached up and drew her hood back making him stare. She had cut her hair short. His cheek twitched in disbelief and their eyes met, her weary, sunken ones with his own.
“I came… to say what I wanted to say earlier,” she said.
He stared at her.
“I don’t want to be your Thane anymore.” Her voice echoed in his room. “I don’t want to be anything of yours. Ever again.”
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I think that should just about wrap up these two. Thanks for reading/caring! I-I appreciated it!
No More [3/3]
She said nothing, her shoulders shaking and he was getting irritated.
“This isn’t my fault,” he had to say it. “We’ve discussed this before! Before you ever became pregnant! I cannot have children with you! So, honestly, your crying-“
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it again!” she shouted making him stop. “I’m… I’m done!”
He stared at her. “What?”
She began to weep again, her hands shaking and her eyes angry as she got up from her seat and faced him. Her cheeks were now strained with tears. “I can’t have children. Ever again.”
He said nothing for a moment. Then he made the mistake of speaking. “So what?”
She shook like he had never seen and she shoved past him, ripping open the door to the manor. She only paused in the entrance to yell one last thing.
“It was a boy!”
The door slammed and he didn’t go after her.
--
He let her stay at her manor, not calling her back long after he knew he could. The Longhouse had become cold with Nenya still barely speaking to him. He didn’t care but the lack of interaction was making him a bit crazy. Once he went a full day without speaking more than a sentence. It was pissing him off and he really had no one to blame for it either.
He was contemplating leaving to Riften to visit Maven when the door to the Longhouse opened and he straightened as someone came in. Their robes were dark, their hood up, but he knew their body anywhere.
He said nothing as she came forward and she moved slowly to stand beside him, silent as she did. He stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to speak but she said nothing and he had nothing to say in return. He went back to staring out at the burning fire in the hearth, his thoughts on why she had come but he resigned to just accepting it.
There was no need to speak about it.
When she moved to leave for the evening he stopped her. “Kjersti.”
She still looked down but she followed his directions which made him sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly and her eyes flicked up, looking into his for a moment in shock before she nodded. He contemplated reaching for her or just having any contact with her but he decided against it and he merely let her go.
He undressed himself, not getting into bed right away as his thoughts lingered on his Thane and he knew dropping it would be the best. That was always the best thing to do. He was about to douse the scones in his room when a soft knocking came and he frowned.
“What?”
The door opened and she came in. She closed it behind her, her hood still up and head down making him pause but she didn’t linger by the door. She came forward, timid, just as she had the day Runil brought her in to his domain and he waited for her to speak.
She reached up and drew her hood back making him stare. She had cut her hair short. His cheek twitched in disbelief and their eyes met, her weary, sunken ones with his own.
“I came… to say what I wanted to say earlier,” she said.
He stared at her.
“I don’t want to be your Thane anymore.” Her voice echoed in his room. “I don’t want to be anything of yours. Ever again.”
--
I think that should just about wrap up these two. Thanks for reading/caring! I-I appreciated it!