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She nodded and turned to go and Phinis followed her, snapping at Alla and Onmund to follow. Onmund frowned as he followed. “My arm is still hurt,” he said and Alla looked at him.

“You can still hold a broom, Onmund.”

Mirabelle sighed and she rubbed her stomach again. Colette remained by her side for a while until she stared at her and the aloof mage got up to go do her task, lips thin as she did. She knew she was worried about her but the students learning the basics were the biggest priority now. That left Serguis and he came to her side.

“I suspect you wish me to do some enchanting?”

“Yes. As much as you can so we can get some money in. I am worried, Serguis, over the Thalmor coming. We’re low on a lot of things and if they don’t want to negotiate it may get ugly,” she said. He merely nodded.

“Leave it to me, Mirabelle. Just take it easy. You’re not well enough to resume your tasks so adamantly,” he said and she sighed but didn’t complain. “This will all work out, I’m sure.”

“I hope so,” she replied and he left leaving her alone. She sunk back in her bed and found herself drifting off.

She was woken close to midnight by Faralda who was wearing a long, dark fur around herself. “Mirabelle? A message came by courier. It’s marked for the Arch-Mage but since Savos has passed, I assume that falls to you?”

She leaned up, rubbing her eyes and she took the note, flipping it over. Her breath caught as she recognized the seal. It was from the Embassy. Faralda stared at her, waiting, as if she was going to tell but she waved her off. “Thank you, Faralda, you can take your leave.”

She said nothing but looked a little displeased when she left. She opened the letter, lighting a candle near her bed and she read the beautiful script she recognized as the Ambassador’s. They had become aware more than a few of their agents being killed by mages from the college and were displeased and coming to see what had happened. She closed the letter, a deep worry flooding her mind and she found herself re-reading the letter.

It was sent by courier a day ago. From Solitude, it would possibly be a six day trip, maybe more if the road to Morthal was being blocked by bandits again but it didn’t give her a lot of time. She had to get up and find Tolfdir who was sleeping in his chair in his bedroom. “Tolfdir? Tolfdir, wake up,” she pleaded.

He snapped up, looking disorientated before he focused on her. “Mirabelle? My dear, what are you doing up?”

“The Thalmor are coming,” she said in a serious tone and he stopped, looking to her. He sobered immediately and she handed him the letter. He was quiet as he read it and after he did he folded it neatly to hand back to her. “We need to prepare.”

He nodded. “Brelyna, J’zargo, and Enthir came back this evening. We’ll start classes right away.”

“Send a letter out to Arniel and Nirya in Markarth. Tell them to stay there then see if you can’t find some parchment around here,” she said. “I need to make sure if the Thalmor are willing to negotiate, we can somehow do it without insulting them or hurting us.”

“Right,” he agreed and he paused, thinking. “Mirabelle, you should move to the Arch-Mage’s quarters.” She stared at him, blank and he moved tried to reassure her. “You are the Arch-Mage, we can’t delay on that any longer. You should make it yours before they come and we’ll all get into order.”

She sighed but nodded. “Inform the staff. And Tolfdir?” he looked to her. “You’re no longer solely a Professor. I need you as Master Wizard under me.”

He stared at her but nodded. “I won’t disappoint, Arch-Mage.”

“Just make sure you don’t lose my stuff as much as you lose your alembic,” she said and she went back to her room, unable to sleep. There was too much to do and as the night went on she found herself becoming stressed. She had never met the Ambassador and no doubt Ancano’s body would be brought up.

She found herself throwing up come morning, her stomach sick and her head light. This was starting to worry her and she held her stomach, rubbing it. A thought came into her head and she pursed her lips. She had to go see Colette.

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She snuck out during the night, propping pillows in her bed in case anyone came in her room and she had to drop down from a broken part of the walkway when she saw Faralda standing guard, her mind on only one thing. She weaved around the back of the town and came into the Frozen Hearth through the door as if she had walked from Windhelm. The Inn was silent, Dagur getting ready to call it a night and she quickly crossed the floor to go into Nelacar’s room.

He was laying down inside and she shut the door, pulling her cloak off. He moved on his bed, shocked and she went to his side, her lips immediately on him making him flush. “A-Alla, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” she said, kicking off her wet boots as she climbed on top of him making him flush even more. “I saw Enthir and he told me he went and brought you back with Brelyna and J’zargo.”

He pursed his lips. “Yes… Thankfully. Your little Khajiit friend has quick fingers. I think stole some potions from me,” he complained and she smiled.

“He probably did,” she shrugged but that wasn’t what she was concerned about. She started tugging at his belt making him flush. “Nelacar… I have to thank you. I really fucked up.” He looked to her and she chewed her lip. “I was trying to protect the college but I think I may have caused something worse to happen. And if you didn’t reign me in, I probably would still be killing patrols.”

He was silent but his hand moved up to rubbing her neck and shoulders. She leaned into it biting her lip as a shiver went down her back. “I know you were upset over everything that happened and we did try and warn you,” he reminded her which made her feel guilty, her legs tightening around him making him grunt. “But it’s done. Besides, this may have happened anyways. The Thalmor may have marched here regardless since one of their top Agents being killed isn’t something they would take lightly.”

She sighed not believing him but he was trying making her feel better. She reached up and held his hands to her body before she moved them down to her breasts. He tried hard not to squeeze but she encouraged him, rolling her hips on his body. “They’re locking down the college too so I may not see you for a while.”

He looked up at her and she stared at him. “For how long?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted and he did nothing, thinking before she was grabbed and turned swiftly making her yelp. He pressed her against his bed, his mouth on hers and she immediately grabbed his neck, sinking into the kiss. When they parted she let out a little pant, flushing. “Nelacar. Don’t stop tonight, alright? No matter what.”

He flushed at her words but nodded. “If that’s what you want, I won’t. E-Even if someone comes in...”

She giggled at him, tugging him down to kiss the side of his neck. “I think Enthir is sleeping so we won’t have to worry about it,” she said lightly. “And if the Thalmor come, just keep going. So they can see what a real superior Mer looks like.”

He let out an embarrassed laugh. “Y-Yeah, right.”

“Come on, Nelacar. Less talking, more fucking,” she purred and she leaned up to push his hood back so she could nip at his ears making him shake, his hair tied back which let her scratch behind them. He let out a pant and she grinned but she was pinned down before she could do more.

“How did you get to have such a filthy mouth?”

“Fucking soldiers,” she smirked and he sighed. “Don’t worry. None of them compare to you. You fit in me just right…” she teased and he turned red. She grabbed his hand and moved it down between her legs. “Now are we going to have some fun or are you going to keep talking?”

Her mouth was covered as he gave her his answer.

She woke aching, her body curled against his and the wall and she looked down at him, her fingers moving to stroke his cheek. He was still in the throes of sleep and she reached up to stroke his light hair, kissing his neck before she moved to his bare shoulder. He muttered something in his sleep and she smiled but kept up her exploring.

She eventually shoved him on his back, licking at his cock which started to stir before he did and she rewarded him with getting him off just as he woke, his groans making her flush. She swallowed, licking her fingers after and he touched her back as he relaxed, the pelts shifting against his body.

She straddled him, wanting one more go before she headed back to the college. He gave her a look and she just smiled rolling her hips against him. “I don’t really want to go,” she admitted and he smiled.

“I’m sure it won’t be long. The College never isolates itself for more than a few weeks,” he said and she sighed but accepted it. She took one last turn with him, biting his neck rather hard as she did to keep from alerting the patrons out in the hall and she parted from him with a kiss, leaving him her panties hidden in his boots as a gift.

Faralda wasn’t pleased to see her coming back but she didn’t say anything. She merely rolled her eyes and she was allowed back in, making her way over the stones back to the entrance.

She was immediately found and hauled into the Hall of Elements by Serguis. “Mirabelle’s been looking for you! We thought you were kidnapped!”

“I-I went out to see a friend!” she snapped and he scoffed.

“You mean you went to see that mage in the Inn. You know he killed a student?”

“No he didn’t,” she snapped. “His damn mentor did. He had nothing to do with it!”

Serguis said nothing but she was pushed up the Arch-Mage’s stairs, her protests ignored as she found herself on the second storey landing. Mirabelle was standing in front of the small garden that had mage lights dancing around it, a small table being set up in front of it by Enthir. She turned when she heard her snap at Serguis and she found herself standing awkwardly before the new Arch-Mage, the Staff of Magnus hung from the wall behind glass. That was fast she mused.

“Alla,” Mirabelle said moving to her making her pause. “You went out, I hear.”

She frowned. “Yes.”

She didn’t look pleased but she didn’t press it. “Don’t do it again. We’re in lock-down from now and all classes are mandatory,” she stated and she nodded. Alright. If she was called up just for that it seemed really pointless. Mirabelle seemed to sense it. “The Thalmor are coming within a week. And the Ambassador will be accompanying them and she is not impressed.”

She felt a chill run down her spine. Elenwen was coming? Great. The last time she had contact with the Ambassador she had torn up her Embassy and may have made some comments about her that she wasn’t impressed about during the meeting she attended with the Greybeards. The new Arch-Mage picked up on her less than impressed expressions.

“What do you know of the Ambassador?”

Alla laughed. “She doesn’t like it when you compliment her ass,” she said and Mirabelle stared at her. She stopped laughing and cleared her throat. “She’s cutthroat. She’s good at what she doesn’t and she relentless when she wants something. She’s a former torturer and well versed in psychological warfare so don’t try and play her. She’ll know and it won’t go over well.”

Mirabelle didn’t seem pleased. “How well versed in psychological warfare?”

Alla sighed as she recalled that frustrating meeting. “She solely showed up at a meeting to set off the Stormcloaks with her presence and after it was done I saw her get close to Ulfric Stormcloak and she just said a few words to him and he left angrier than I’ve ever seen him. She knows how to get under your skin so chances are she’s researched the college already or she’s just that type of personality.”

She paused after a thought of the assassins sent after her. “Then again, she could just walk in here, demand for changes and leave. Or kill us all.”

The Arch-Mage sighed and walked back towards the table Enthir was now placing chairs around. Alla came forward, giving her friend a look and he mimed exhaustion making her smile. She cut it off as soon as Mirabelle turned around.

“Alla, this may be a stupid move, or a smart one depending but I may call you to the negotiations when Elenwen comes.”

“Uh,” she said. She seemed to share her sentiments.

“It’s a risk but if they come out and attack, I need you by my side. You are the dragonborn and you do have a history with them but I’m hoping this can be diplomatic. You seem to know her best. Just don’t say anything stupid. Or maybe, don’t speak at all.”

“…Right.”

She sighed and sat down in a chair, rubbing her temples in pain and Alla frowned looking to Enthir who frowned as well. “Mirabelle, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said in a sharp tone. “You two are dismissed. Go to class and don’t you dare leave the grounds.”

They both nodded and headed to the stairs together, Enthir elbowing her making her shove him and they exited to the Hall of Elements. J’zargo and Onmund were already in the large atrium and they joined them watching as J’zargo lectured the young Nord on the proper way to wrap a bandage which seemed to be irritating him.

Enthir nudged her. “You went and saw Nelacar?”

“I did,” she said.

“You going to be able to survive without him for a while?”

She scoffed. “By the sounds of it, I might not survive the Thalmor visit. Elenwen doesn’t like me, especially when she found out I may have fucked most of her staff at Northwatch.”

“You slutty bitch,” he smirked and she slapped his side but she grinned as she did.

“Funny, they told me the same thing but that sort of stopped after I took on four of them at once,” she said but her face fell as she realized her situation. Elenwen is coming. She could maybe deal with her one on one but with an entourage no doubt following and in an enclosed area such as the college with a new Arch-Mage she was worried. She sighed internally. Fucking Ancano. If she could she would kill him twice. This was all his damn fault.

“Enthir? If I die, tell Nelacar he was the second-best fuck of my life,” she said and he looked at her.

“The second best?”

She bit her lip. “Alright, maybe leave that out. Just tell him he was great.”

He shook his head, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched as Brelyna came in holding a stack of books, scowling when J’zargo tried to see them. “Who was the best then?”

She pressed her lips as she thought of the dead Altmer, the casualty of not only when she infiltrated the Embassy and used him which caused him trouble but also of the meeting between Ulfric and Tullius. “Ondolemar, the Thalmor Agent who worked in Markarth.”

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