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Re: THALES ~ 17c/17 Epilogue
Date: 2015-01-10 06:42 pm (UTC)Serana looked away and smiled teasingly, “maybe, who knows.”
And that was the end of the conversation. They finished and quickly got ready for supper. When both walked out, Thales was delighted to see Brynjolf standing by the hallway that led to the private rooms.
“Bryn!” She called out to him enthusiastically and walked up to hug him. “I was worried you weren’t going to show up.”
“And how can I miss to see your face when you find out that Aventus wants to come live with us.”
The redheaded Imperial backed away in surprise and then looked around to find the young man with her eyes. Aventus was looking for a good apple to eat from the table, and once he found one he turned and both stared at each other for a moment. He was still young, fifteen winters to be exact. But to the world of Skyrim he was old enough to do as he pleases.
“Woman, don’t worry about it. We can talk it over another day,” Vilkas said to her, trying to be reassuring and supportive.
“I,” she began to say but then shook her head as if trying to clear out the thoughts from her mind. “Yes, that sounds perfect.” She smiled at Vilkas and then asked, “when is the food going to be ready, do you know?”
Her husband shrugged. “No idea, but let me ask the cooks.” With that he walked away and disappeared through a stone hallway leading to the kitchens of the palace. It didn’t take long for him to appear again to tell her it’d be out soon.
Not much later, domestic workers began to fill the room moving things around and setting plates, cups, tankards, and more on the long table. Every place at said table was being set with everything any noble or closest friend of Ulfric’s could ever need.
The first time he held this party, she had been pregnant with Haren and nervous. So very nervous. Unlike her father, she didn’t grow up amongst royalty and nobles and such. Her life had been out on the streets. Being forced to spend time with people who couldn’t comprehend that kept her on edge. But now, now she’s calm and collected about it. In fact, she’s even made friends with some of them.
No one knew she was the Dragonborn aside from those she told years ago, and that helped her calm down as well. No one would bring up questions about it or comments on it.
Vilkas grabbed her upper arms from behind her and then rubbed them up and down. “Don’t be nervous, it’ll be alright.”
“I know.”
~
Ulfric stood up and held his cup high in the air. Everyone immediately turned their full attention to the High King of Skyrim, as they’ve been doing for the past couple of years.
“Today marks another year that I got to spend by my daughter’s side. A brave and strong woman, worthy of the legacy she carries with her. To Thales!”
She blushed (as she does every year) as they all lifted their drink up in the air and then took a sip. A laugh escaped her as she saw Haren imitating the rest of the men and the woman with her cup of milk. Then her eyes swept over everyone, noticing little things she knows about, but still warm her heart. Like her father looking down and serving her son food, or Vilkas chatting like never before with some of the nobles around him. It didn’t go unnoticed by her the way Brynjolf sat closer to Serana, talking in low voices with her.
It’s moments like this that she realizes how good she has it. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d end up with this much wealth, and she’s not necessarily talking about gold. A family, friends, safety, health. It’s wonderful, and it’s something she’d always dream of when she was still a lonely, homeless child traveling Cyrodiil and Hammerfell, and all those places she got to know before arriving at Skyrim.
“How do you feel?” Her father asked, looking up at her from where he was cutting some meat for Haren. She probably looked dazed and somewhat lost with the look on her face as she took everything in.
With a smile that was brighter than what Ulfric was expecting, Thales closed her eyes and shook her head gently. Her hand shot out to hold Vilkas, who turned to look at her with a loving smile before giving his attention back to the nobles.
“Never been better.”
Re: THALES ~ 17c/17 Epilogue
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