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“Of course she did,” Sabrinda sighed. “She wanted a handsome prince, so she got them to make her lover king. And as for the power... Meryn, you felt his magicka earlier. The man is an arrogant barbarian, but he is a talented mage. She's clearly one of those mer who can't resist strong magicka. Not unlike someone else I know.” A teasing note at this point, and while Sabrinda was still furious at Liriel, part of her could see the funny side, or the irony at least. Meryndor had often said that he'd found Sabrinda attractive at first sight, from the moment he'd first laid eyes on her at a high-class party where she'd been one of the guards providing security for the Thalmor host, but the moment he'd realised he had to have her was a year later at another such party when a Dark Brotherhood assassin had tried to kill the host's husband, only being prevented by another guard getting in the way. Said guard had been Sabrinda's best friend, and Sabrinda had gone berserk, destroying the hapless assassin in a magical display that Meryndor had never seen the like of before and utterly forgetting to shield any of her magicka in the process. He'd seen her in her full power, seen she was a very talented mage indeed, felt the magicka rising throughout the room and just wanted to drown in it forever. The courtship had started the next day, Meryndor not caring he was the son of one of the city's wealthiest merchant families and she was just a Thalmor soldier from an ordinary working family. Nothing had mattered except that he had to have her, needed her like the air he breathed, and as an only child of older parents, his family had given in and approved the match. She'd not expected anyone from that background to even look twice at her, but after thirty years she'd finally begun to believe it and twenty years after that, they were finally married. A perfectly respectable courtship leading to a happy Altmer marriage.

Liriel, if the stories were to be believed, had met Madanach within weeks of arriving in Skyrim, and a few months later he was king, Skyrim's political landscape was transformed and Liriel was his official betrothed. Close to a year later, they'd got married. That had been six months ago.

It went against everything she and Meryndor had taught their daughter, but Sabrinda had felt Madanach's magic for herself, and unless he'd bewitched her somehow (she was murdering him personally if that was the case, diplomacy be damned) all she could think was that Liriel's damned sentimentality and a weakness for strong magic had taken over and she'd lost her head completely. This Madanach could certainly be charming when he wanted – he'd been courteous if wary, and then he'd started talking to Ancalime. What sort of culture encouraged talking to strangers' children when their parents were right there, Sabrinda had no idea. Altmer children, while treasured and doted on by their families and indeed highly valued by society at large, were simultaneously expected to remain good and quiet when outside their own homes, not interacting with strange adults until they'd learned to behave like one themselves. The relative scarcity of Altmer children meant most adult Altmer had little idea how to react to them, so they were encouraged to behave like grown-ups as soon as possible. Unheard of to address an unrelated child on their level. And yet Madanach had done just that to Ancalime, and the filthy look he'd given her when she'd intervened... As if he thought she was a terrible parent or something.

Meryndor finally joined her on the bed, collapsing on it next to her.

“What if she really loves him?” he whispered, face drawn and hollow and that hurt to see, her warm and cheerful husband reduced to this. Sabrinda drew closer, wrapping her arms around him.

“She can't possibly love him yet, it took me two decades to make my mind up and another to finally believe you felt the same and what we had was real,” Sabrinda told him, brushing his hair back and placing her forehead to his. “We have had four hundred years, three children, a lifetime. What is this but her passions running away with her, losing herself to one of her fancies of being queen of an entire kingdom with their powerful mage king adoring her? We will speak with her and make her see reason, make her realise she can never have what we have with someone who will be dead in two decades. Then we will take her home and in fifty years, she'll be ready to find someone who can be with her her whole life.”

Meryndor reached for her, clutching her to him as he rested his head on her shoulder, a little sob coming from him.

“It is too late, meleth, they're wed,” he whispered. “He took my baby girl's innocence, Sabby!”

If the reports Sabrinda had seen about her daughter's escape from Bruma had been even close to accurate, Liriel's innocence in at least some respects had gone well before her arrival in Skyrim, but men were always a bit sentimental about these things.

“I know, love,” Sabrinda whispered. “I know. But it does not mean her life is ruined.”

“He stole my daughter,” Meryndor repeated. “My beautiful little Liri-bella. He seduced her away and she didn't even invite me to the wedding!”

“Meryn,” Sabrinda whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Meryn, you are not an old mer, you will live to see her second, I am sure of it.”

“Not the same,” Meryndor breathed. “It's never the same. If you died, I could never even think of being with anyone else. I'd mourn you forever, Sabby.”

“Meryn, you old romantic,” Sabrinda whispered, tilting his head up to kiss him on the lips this time. “Come on, meleth. I hate seeing you like this. Let's at least wait until she arrives before we give up, yes?”

Meryndor didn't answer. He just took her face in his hands and kissed her for all he was worth, and if he was the rock that kept her grounded, she was the one who made him feel safe. Losing himself in his wife's embrace, Meryndor rolled on to his back and pulled her on top of him. Sabrinda let out a muffled squeal but didn't object, reaching down to unfasten his clothes. Her husband needed her. Who was she to deny him?

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Ancalime tiptoed out of the room, glancing about. All the luggage had been brought up, the guards had been escorted to the barracks by that Uaile, and her parents had disappeared into their room with the door closed. Ancalime knew what that meant – sort of. It mean husband and wife time, Mara's special gift to married couples that blessed their family with love and happiness and sometimes more children. At least, that was how Daddy had explained it to her. He'd not said anything about what actually happened, only that Mamma would tell her when she got older. Frustrating but Ancalime did know one thing – it'd be a while before anyone saw them again, which was perfect for what she had in mind.

Moving as quietly as possible, Ancalime made for the front door, cracking it open and peering out at Markarth in the sunshine. This house was really high up, with a lot of steps, and she could see half the city – the winding passageways and the stream that poured through the street, the market stalls, the tavern with its creepy sign with the old witch on the front, the gatehouse, the Temple of Dibella on the central crag and at the far end, she could just about see Understone Keep rising in the distance.

Mamma and Daddy didn't like this city very much – Mamma had been scared of the teleportal gate and Daddy had looked angry since visiting the King – but Ancalime thought it was really pretty. It looked like it was growing out of the mountain and the waterfalls were pretty and its king was clearly a nice man. So while her parents were busy, she was going exploring. She probably wouldn't get another chance.

“Oh, and if I spy a singing biiiird, I'll snap its neck before it's heard!”

Ancalime stopped as she made her way down the steps. She didn't know who was singing but he sounded... odd. Although maybe lots of humans liked to sing about hurting birds.

She turned the corner and gasped. Sitting on one of the ledges was the court fool she'd seen earlier, the one who'd thought her mother was someone he knew, and who Ancalime had seen in the Keep carrying a load of rather valuable things around. He was wearing his fool's clothes, kicking his heels and singing to himself, not a care in the world. Ancalime had never met a proper court jester before. They'd had them in Alinor back in the old days, but not since the Thalmor took over. Haldyn said he'd seen one once, as a boy, but Ancalime was a bit suspicious. Her older brother liked to tell tall stories to his sisters and laugh when they believed them. Liriel had told her to never entirely believe his stories unless she'd asked Mamma and Daddy first.

Ancalime missed her big sister horribly. But this city was her sister's home now, and it occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, the court fool had mistaken Mamma for Liriel.

“Oh, and if I see a sneaking elf, it won't be good for the dear child's health!” the jester cackled before his head swivelled to look at her, dark eyes shining and his lips pulled back into a grin. Ancalime gasped, beginning to wonder if this was a good idea... but it was too late now. He'd seen her and had skipped over, kneeling next to her, still grinning.

“Hello, dear little child!” he cooed. “Don't be afraid, humble Cicero doesn't mean you any harm!”

“Is that you?” Ancalime said nervously. She thought he was referring to himself but couldn't be sure. Cicero giggled, clapping his hands.

“Yes, yes! The little elf is clever, she is! Yes, you see humble Cicero before you. Cicero knows who you are, sweet child. You are the sister of the Listener, you are!”

“Sister of the Listener?” Ancalime said, confused. Cicero glanced around, narrowing his eyes.

“Foolish Cicero has said too much. But you are the sister of Liriel, aren't you. You know her. You look like her. And those others, those are her... parents.”

“You know Liriel!” Ancalime cried. She'd been right! He did know her sister, he did! “What's she like? Did she learn magic? All the magic? Does she have a magic castle? And a pony? She had to leave hers behind...”

“Yes, oh yes!” Cicero giggled. “She knows spells, many spells. More than she even knew existed! She can control dragons and the weather and she can breathe fire! Cicero wishes he could breathe fire. But he can't. He's tried, you know. Liriel says to learn a Shout, you must unlock its meaning through constant practice. So Cicero keeps trying, but he still can't breathe fire.” He looked at Ancalime sadly, pouting as if this was the most tragic thing to ever happen to him. Ancalime felt sorry for him. That was if he wasn't making it up, of course.

“Mages can cast fire from their hands, like Mamma,” Ancalime said. “You could learn that?”

Cicero smiled sadly. “It is not the same. But Cicero thanks you.” He got up, holding out his hand. “Come, come, sit with Cicero! Cicero shall tell you stories of your sister, all the ones he's allowed to speak of anyway. She doesn't exactly have a magic castle, but she has lots of houses and she's Archmage of an entire College! And she has a big black horse with red eyes called Shadowmere and he is the fastest horse in Skyrim and the Reach!”

Ancalime gasped and excited beyond all measure, trotted after him, taking a seat on the ledge beside him and listening as Cicero proceeded to tell an edited version of How the Dragonborn Killed A God and Won A War. And if Ancalime had adored her sister before, now she truly believed she was magic.

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“Oh, and if I chance to see a cat, I'll feed its corpse to my pet rat!”

“Heeee! Oh that is good, very good, sweet child! You will be as good as Cicero soon!”

Ancalime blushed and giggled. She liked Cicero. He was funny! Very very odd, but funny. Liked to talk about sneaking and stabbing a lot, claiming these were Very Important Things for a young child to learn. Ancalime was fairly sure that sneaking up on someone and stabbing them before they knew you were there was illegal, but when she'd pointed that out to Cicero, he'd just cackled. He was a very strange man... but funny.

“Cicero, Cicero, is it true?”

Ancalime looked up, panicking a little as she saw four other humans bear down on her. Not least because they weren't taller than her. They were her height or shorter. Children, one boy with pale skin and dark hair, the tallest of the four, then three girls, one dark-skinned Redguard girl, one olive-skinned girl with ash-coloured hair and dark eyes like Cicero's, and in the lead, one little girl with blonde hair, pale skin and round cheeks.

“Hello little Sissel!” Cicero cooed. “Hello children!”

All four children had stopped dead on seeing Ancalime, and she shifted nearer to Cicero for comfort.

“Who's that?” the Redguard girl asked. “Is she an Altmer? Like Queen Liriel?”

“Just like Queen Liriel,” the boy whispered, looking Ancalime over. “Wow, it really is true.”

The other two girls had stepped forward, both staring at Ancalime in amazement.

“You're related to Mama, aren't you?” the little one who Cicero had called Sissel asked. “Are you her sister? Or... does she have other children?” Sissel looked a little bit betrayed at the mere idea.

“Of course not, Sissel,” the other girl sighed. “Mama wasn't even married before she came here and met Da. I think that's her little sister.”

Ancalime scratched her head, trying to work this out. The girls were sisters – and their mother was related to her? Her older sister apparently. Liriel. Queen Liriel? As in... married to the King.

No wonder her parents were angry.

“But Liriel can't be married to a human!” Ancalime cried. “That's illegal! Mer are meant to marry other mer!”

“You want to tell King Madanach that?” the boy laughed. “He seems to think Liriel's his queen and that it's all perfectly legal.”

“It is legal!” Sissel said, glaring. “Da's King, he said it was all official and that he was Mama's husband and now our Da too and we were a family!”

Family... Liriel had children, like Haldyn was going to have with Naarie. Except these children weren't little babies, they could walk and talk and everything and... Ancalime remembered her father telling her that it was very bad indeed to walk around telling humans elves were better than them, and realised that Liriel might be cross if Ancalime was mean to her children.

“But you're not elves,” Ancalime said, confused. “Why would Liriel be your mother?”

“Because our real parents died,” the one who wasn't Sissel explained patiently. “And we didn't have anywhere to go. I was living on the streets when Liriel found me. She gave me money and food and one day when she finally got a house, she said she could adopt me if I wanted. So I said yes and she's looked after me ever since. Same with Sissel when her parents died. And then she married Da and now we all live here. I'm Lucia, what's your name?”

“Ancalime,” Ancalime told her, and while she was still a bit confused and worried about it all, she could also quite see that it was very wrong for a little girl to end up not having a house any more after her mamma and daddy died. Really, that was very kind of Liriel to look after two strange humans like that. Maybe that was why King Madanach had married her, he'd felt sorry for them too and wanted them to have a father, and you had to be married for that to happen. Mamma had always been very firm that you had to be married to have children.

“Ancalime,” Lucia repeated, smiling. “That's a pretty name! All the elven names are. I wish I was an elf sometimes. But Mama says she still thinks I'm pretty and she loves me anyway and not to worry about being an elf. Did you want to play a game?”

That had Ancalime's attention at once. She hardly ever got to play games with other people, just the servants sometimes. When Liriel had lived at home, they'd often played together, but that had been a long time ago. Being able to play with other children?

Mamma wouldn't be pleased, but Mamma wasn't here. Of course Ancalime wanted to.

“Yes!” she squealed. “What are we playing?”

“Tag!” Sissel laughed. “One of us is It, and has to chase after the others – when they catch one of us, then they're It instead. Tag, you're It!” She tapped Ancalime's wrist and all four of them promptly ran off in different directions.

“But... what?” Ancalime whispered, confused. Cicero patted her on the shoulder, grinning.

“You are It, dear child. Do not worry, do not fear. Being the one on the hunt is fun!”

Ancalime wasn't nearly so sure about that, but it seemed the only way to not be It was to catch one of the other children. Well, Ancalime could manage that. Leaving Cicero behind, she chased off after the Redguard. It was certainly one way of exploring the city.

Cicero watched, smile never fading and as soon as the children had dispersed, someone else joined him. His lovely wife, pretty Eola.

“Hello lovely wife!” Cicero cooed at her. “Cicero has been entertaining the sister of the Listener and now she is playing with the other little children! Aren't they delightful?”

“Adorable,” Eola said, smirking. “I thought you seemed pleased about something. I hope you've not been telling her scary stories that will give her nightmares.”

“Me?” Cicero said, looking personally wounded at any such insinuation. “Cicero would never do that! Cicero loves children! No, no, Cicero has merely been telling the sweet little elf-child of her heroic sister's exploits. The ones he is allowed to talk about publicly anyway.”

Eola smiled and cuddled him. Cicero might be a fool, but he had some discretion at least. The last thing Eola needed was the whole Namira worship thing coming to light.

“Sweetie,” Eola said. “Would you be at all upset if we postponed the honeymoon for a bit? I mean, I think I should probably be here for now, I think I need to support my Da while his in-laws are in town.”

If she'd thought Cicero would have a problem with that, she'd been wrong. Cicero's grin broadened.

“Oh, of course, of course! Cicero would never dream of abandoning his sweet Listener to deal with her other family on her own.”

“Good,” Eola sighed, tightening her grip on Cicero. “Come on, let's get back to the Keep.” Eola had a feeling that if things went badly, Cicero might come in handy...

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A/N: Yes, because introducing Liriel's little sister to Cicero could never go wrong, could it? ;) Next chapter, Liriel returns.

HELP, THE REACH-KING AND HIS COURT LOSING IT OVER ANCALIME

And then she met Cicero.

Also, I have to say, Sabrinda and Meryndor are - together, anyway - pretty adorbs. Some cultural values dissonance hardcore here, but they are pretty adorable.

(Please carry on! More everyone!)

Cali is such a sweet little thing, I really like writing her. Especially as in chapter 5, we get to see just how big an influence he's had on her.

I didn't realise just how much fun writing Liriel's family would be. All their backstories, all the culture clashing, all the Alinorian hypocrisy versus the Reach's messed-up but honest about it nature - it's very interesting to explore, let's put it that way!

Absolutely delicious.
Please A!A, don't stop :D

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