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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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Re: Thicker Than Blood 4.6
(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)In the sort of mood she was in right now, Liriel could quite happily claim him right here in front of everyone, nails digging in as she snarled he was hers, all hers, her chosen mate and no one was taking him from her, not even her parents.
And as for Sissel and Lucia, they were her babies, her little dragons, and if her mother thought they could just be waved aside like they were some pet she'd brought home...
“I am the Queen of the Reach by marriage, and the mother of Sissel and Lucia here,” Liriel said coldly. “I am a slayer of dragons, saviour of the world, bringer of peace and if you think you can change any of that, you can think again, Mother.”
Sissel gasped and Lucia snuggled closer to Liriel, both looking up at Sabrinda with wide eyes. They'd often wished for grandparents but she suspected they'd not imagined this.
Sabrinda's nostrils flared as she drew herself up to her full height, cold fury in her own eyes.
“I should never have let you leave Alinor,” she snapped. “Look at you, you look like some sort of... and you're queen of...” She gestured helplessly at the watching ReachGuard, not to mention Cicero still covered in dragon blood and Eola who'd been nuzzling at his cheek, licking it off him while he cooed at her, but had stopped on seeing Sabrinda talking.
“Girls,” said Liriel calmly, patting her daughters on the shoulder. “The Keep. Now.”
“Ohhh, but Mama...!”
“But we didn't do anything!”
“The Keep,” Liriel growled. “Now.”
Hung heads and sad eyes and pouting, but neither child argued with that tone of voice and Sissel and Lucia ran off. So impressive was that tone of voice that Ancalime actually started to follow... until Sabrinda caught her arm.
“Not you, Cali. Wait for me up in the house.”
“But Mamma...”
“In the house! Now.”
“Yes Mamma,” Ancalime whispered, giving in and walking forlornly up the steps to Vlindrel Hall. Watching her, a few of the ReachGuard gave the little elf-child sympathetic looks but Ancalime kept her head down and kept walking. Liriel's heart went out to her baby sister. Her mother had always been firm with her children... but it took seeing her again, seeing her family after all this time, after everything that had happened, after looking after children of her own, to realise just how messed up her family was. How messed up Alinor was.
“What do you expect me to do, Mother?” Liriel said, barely keeping her anger under control. “Tell Madanach I don't love him any more and want a divorce? Tell my babies I don't love them any more and can't be their mother? Go back to Alinor with you and be a good little Altmer wife to some Thalmor toadie?”
“You can come home with your people where you belong!” Sabrinda cried, frustrated.
“These are my people!” Liriel shouted back, indicating the surrounding crowd of ReachGuard and quite a few ordinary citizens who'd crept out now the fighting seemed to have stopped.
“They're not even elves!” Sabrinda cried.
“I don't care!” Liriel shouted. “Altmer aren't the only people worth bothering about, Mother. Who cares if we're descended from the Aedra? We're just mortals like everyone else – ow!”
Sabrinda had slapped Liriel hard, sending the Dragonborn reeling. She hadn't even planned it, it was just an instinctual reaction to having her people's heritage dismissed like that. And as soon as she'd done it, she realised it was a mistake, she hadn't meant to, she did love Liriel despite everything, that was why she was here, to get her back home before the Thalmor decided she was too dangerous to allow to live...
Re: Thicker Than Blood 4.7
(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)“Liriel, I'm sorry, I-” Sabrinda began, and then she felt the wave of magicka she'd felt earlier, Madanach's power unbound, not even an attempt to mute it this time as the King of the Reach cast mage armour and pushed his way past everyone else, including Meryndor.
“That's enough,” Madanach growled, eyes hard and cold, face twisted in rage, and everyone was standing back a little, even his own daughter looked a bit concerned, and Sabrinda began to realise that she'd just angered a very dangerous man.
“Reach-King, this... this is a family matter, perhaps best discussed in private,” Sabrinda began but Madanach didn't even seem to hear her.
“The penalty for striking a member of the Reach royal family is death,” Madanach said softly. “No one hurts my family, Sabrinda. No one. And Liriel is my family. Her daughters are my children and she is my beloved wife and Queen. You will not hurt her.”
“Sab!” Meryndor cried, appalled. “Sabby, no – Madanach, you can't hurt her, I won't let you – argh!”
Borkul had stepped in, grabbing Meryndor in a headlock and effortlessly holding the elf still.
“What do you want me to do, boss?” Borkul asked calmly. “You want him shivving as well?”
“No!” Liriel cried out, reaching out in her father's direction, looking as if she was about to cry. “Please, Madanach, no, they're my parents, please.”
Madanach's eyes never left Sabrinda, expression never changing from murderously furious as he raised his hands and cast at his mother-in-law.
The paralysis spell hit her and she fell to the ground, Sabrinda the Thalmor Justiciar rendered helpless and bound. Madanach motioned to the nearest ReachGuard to deal with her.
“Take her to the cells,” he ordered. “In the light of her being blood-kin to my wife, I'm inclined to show clemency this time. Five hundred septim bounty, payable to my steward in the morning – court is closed for today. Borkul, you can let Meryndor go, he's done nothing wrong. Liriel... gods, Liriel, are you all right?”
He'd not spared Sabrinda a second glance once his guards were picking her up and carting her off. All his attention was on Liriel as he strode over to her, cupping her face in his hands.
“What have you done?” Liriel whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Madanach, she's my mother!”
“Yes, which is why she's still breathing,” Madanach said softly, fingers caressing her cheeks. “Cariad, no one hurts you in front of me and goes unpunished. No one. You're my wife, my Davrha-Brenhina. What sort of message does it send out if I let people mistreat you, hmm?” He leaned closer, lips brushing her cheek.
“For years, Nords mistreated our women and we had no choice but to sit there and take it. It is not happening under my rule. Not to anyone, and most definitely not to you.”
Liriel closed her eyes, sobbing quietly and Madanach held her to him, not saying a word. He didn't have to, she could feel the worry and love and a twinge of guilt – good, so he should after arresting her mother. All the same, it was nice to see how everyone had reacted by immediately taking her side. She was Queen here, and her people loved her. Her husband loved her.
“My sister is going to be heartbroken,” she whispered. “My father is going to be heartbroken – Sithis, where is he??” She looked up, seeing the crowd dispersing, apart from Cicero and Eola, who were having a hushed conversation which seemed to mostly be Cicero worrying about the penalty for striking a member of the Reach royal family being death.
“Non-consensually, he meant, don't worry, we're safe,” Eola murmured as she traced his lips. Cicero snuggled in to her, seeming to relax, cooing as he did.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 4.8
(Anonymous) 2014-02-04 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)“He went after your mother,” Madanach said quietly. “I imagine he's worrying about her. He's lucky Cidhna Mine's just a working commercial mine now, she'd have lasted about five minutes in there.”
“Don't!” Liriel cried, but given Liriel had not only survived Cidhna Mine, she'd befriended the prison king, escaped with and later married him, she was fairly certain her mother would have coped somehow too. “Oh my gods, Daddy will never forgive me for this.”
“He will, or he never loved you anyway,” Madanach murmured in her ear, nuzzling at the lobe. “I'm fairly certain he'll never forgive me, but I'm used to that.”
Liriel held on to him tighter, despair in her eyes.
“What if I can't have you both?” she whispered, her voice hollow. “What if I have to choose between my parents and you? What if they disown me? I'll never see Cali again, she'll be heartbroken and oh gods, Daddy, I've already hurt him, I just know it.”
“Cariad, oh creenama, don't cry, don't, you still have me. You'll always have me,” Madanach whispered.
“For now,” Liriel said bitterly, and silence fell as Madanach recalled elven lifespans and what they meant in practice and promptly tightened his grip on a wife who was actually over twice his age in years, if about Eola's age developmentally.
“I love you,” Madanach said quietly, determined not to lose his wife to Alinor. “I love everything about you. I think you're beautiful, passionate, kind, caring, strong, powerful, dangerous, sexy... Liriel, please, can we go to bed and then can you never leave me? Ever?”
“I never will,” Liriel promised, feeling his love for her through the Bond of Matrimony, feeling the desire, the want... and the need, the silent terror of losing her that always made her want to hold him tighter. “Mi cari te siorad, ceilin.” A promise to love him always, and she knew she always would. Even though one day he'd leave her for good.
“Mi cari te, ceilhinama,” Madanach whispered back. “Gyd holl ma creena.”
I love you, wife of mine, with all my heart. Liriel heard it, felt it, knew it, and not all her mother's anger or her father's disappointment would ever take this from her. It was breaking her heart, everything about this was tearing her apart, but she couldn't bring herself to let Madanach go. Not even if it meant her parents never spoke to her again.
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A/N: Garra-Lann means Knife That Laughs or Laughing Dagger, and is the nickname the Forsworn gave Cicero. Bachgen means little one. The Rhanic translation of the sign is largely the same as the Tamrielic, except the Rhanic has 'here be Daedra' added to the end, on the grounds that Reachmen can cope with knowing this but outsiders... not so much.
Liriel's words to Madanach at the end there are 'I love you forever, husband'. Ceilin and ceilhina (husband and wife) are pronounced 'kayl-in' and 'kayl-ina'.
Next chapter, the fall-out, and Liriel having faced down her mother has next got to deal with her father.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 4.8
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