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Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.5
Date: 2014-03-03 11:01 pm (UTC)It ended with the two of them tangled in each other's arms, Madanach shaking as he cleaned them both up and not from the Skooma comedown this time.
“Brenhina,” he whispered, pulling her to him, arranging it so he was lying down with her half on top of him. “Queen of mine. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Liriel whispered, shaking herself as she held him. “No more sneaking off with Daedra, hmm?”
Madanach shook his head. Why would he need to with Liriel here to look after him? He just wanted to feel warm and protected and loved... and his Dragonborn did it for him every time.
“You're going into the treatment programme,” Liriel continued. “And that support group Borkul goes to. And I'll be talking to the programme director myself, make sure you're getting the support you need. And I have this friend. Well, you've met him. He was the priest at our wedding. Erandur. Priest of Mara now but he used to be a cultist of Vaermina. If anyone knows how to get free of a Daedric Prince's clutches, it's him.” She patted Madanach's cheek gently. “He lives in Dawnstar, but he's not got many ties there. I think he'd come to the Reach if I told him we needed him.”
“Are you converting me to Mara worship now?” Madanach joked but deep inside, he could feel the fear easing, hope returning, Liriel his love and saviour back to heal him.
“Not exactly, but she's a goddess of love and family who teaches temperance and sobriety, because the opposite destroys marriages and harms children. I think you could stand to have a little of that influence in your life.”
“Yes Liriel,” Madanach murmured, snuggling closer to her. Hadn't he seen it for himself? Skooma shut down his marriage bond and made him vulnerable to Sanguine's influence, and his wife had nearly died. Never again. If this whole thing cost him his throne, he'd live with it. If it had cost his wife or children... he knew he'd have been finished. As it was, he still had hope. He still had his Dragonborn.
Said Dragonborn kissed his forehead and shifted so she was resting her head on his chest, still wincing a little.
“Sore?” Madanach asked, worried. It hadn't just been a need for someone to take care of him for once that had made him give in to her. He'd been aware that she'd been more fragile than usual.
“A bit,” Liriel admitted. “Been so tired lately, even before all this. I'm just... exhausted.”
Cold shiver down Madanach's spine as he realised Styrr was probably right about Liriel. To tell her or not to?
Dim anas aur. Not today. She was tired and bereaved and just found out her husband was damaged goods, more than she'd previously known. She did not need this on top of it all.
“Then you should sleep,” he murmured, carefully tucking her up in bed and brushing her hair back off her face. Liriel snuggled into the bedding, smiling a little although there was something in that smile that was only skin-deep, and he could feel the sadness radiating off her.
“Madanach?”
“Yes, creenama?”
“Daddy's still gone, isn't he?” Tiny, small voice that he was really not used to hearing from her.
“I'm afraid so, cariad,” he whispered. “But I'm not going anywhere.” Sometimes he forgot how young she was by Altmer standards – their equivalent of mid-twenties or so, adult but still not ready to lose a parent yet.
“I never got to say goodbye,” Liriel whispered tearfully. “The last words we said were an argument, and now he's gone!”
He and your mother threw you in a trunk and abducted you, do not waste your tears. But Madanach also knew that it was never quite that simple. So he held on to his wife until she slept once more, holding her as she wept for her shattered blood family, quietly promising he'd do his best to replace the one she'd lost.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.6
Date: 2014-03-03 11:02 pm (UTC)While I'm well aware the concept of worry is not one you're altogether familiar with, nevertheless I thought you might appreciate a progress report.
Short version: we found Liriel and she's going to be fine.
Long version: the Falmer attacked her parents before we could get there, killing her father and taking Liriel and Ancalime prisoner. Fortunately Liriel freed herself and fought them off, buying enough time for us to catch up and help, probably saving Ancalime's life. However, Liriel was injured in the fight and was taken back to Solitude to recuperate. She's going to be fine though, and there's no question of her going back to Alinor. It'll be a week at least before she's well enough to travel, but we're all taking care of her as best we can. Cicero in particular is proving to be a very good nurse maid. He sends his love and says to tell you he misses you but must tend to his Listener. I'd order him back, but it turns out he's the only one who Liriel will actually listen to when he tells her she is overdoing it.
As for Liriel's mother, she survived unscathed and is currently a guest of Jarl Elisif's. We're not sure what to do with her yet, but once Liriel is feeling better, we're all meeting up at the Blue Palace to decide her fate. I'll be sure to let you know the outcome. Little Ancalime is physically fine, but mentally... well, she's surviving but she's not the same. Having said that, she loves Cicero and adores having him here, and Elisif is also doting on her non-stop. Ancalime seems fascinated by Lirela – she's never seen a baby before, much less a human one. There have been lots of questions, although I made my excuses and left when the ones about where Lirela actually came from started getting asked.
I have told Liriel everything, including why I was non-functional the morning she was taken, and the measures you've taken to rectify matters. There were tears and several long and very serious conversations, but it appears that so long as I enrol in the treatment programme, and see one of the mind-healers, and seek the assistance of that Dunmer priest friend of hers, she will deign to forgive me... this time. I have my wife back, and I am not letting her go again. She's saying similar things about me – apparently if I ever ask for a divorce without genuinely having tired of her and wanting her nowhere near me ever again, I can forget about any kind of second chance. There's very little chance of that happening, and I've told her that. I think this whole escapade has proven to everyone that I don't cope well on my own.
On the other hand, she found the news about the Regency arrangements hilarious, and was even more pleased to discover she was a Council member by virtue of her consort status. Daughter, I fear power has gone to her head a little. I fear you have created a monster. I have reminded her that she may not order executions without a trial and a majority council verdict, nor may she declare war on her own. She just smiled and said she knew and she didn't think either of those would be necessary, which just makes me worry more.
I hope you're doing well, and nothing's gone horribly wrong, also that Nepos and your aunt are not driving you up the wall. Wrangling those two is something of an art form sometimes but I have faith in you. Just remember you're the heir to the throne, not them. We'll be back before you know it.
I think I almost can find it in myself to forgive you for taking my torc. Just about. Gods know if I can't cope with the husband and father roles, king may be a bit beyond me. We'll talk more when I return – there are other developments too but not something I can put in a letter.
Give my love to your sisters – I have a separate letter for them both, but do tell them we're all right and we'll be home soon.
Your father,
Madanach
Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.7
Date: 2014-03-03 11:04 pm (UTC)I hope this finds you both well and that you've been behaving yourselves. I'm writing this from your mother's house in Solitude, which is where we're both staying for now.
You'll be pleased to know I found her and Cicero did not in fact end up stabbing her parents. Sadly, they were attacked by Falmer before any of us could get there, and while Liriel, her mother and little Cali survived, Liriel's father did not.
Your mother was also injured but she's going to be all right. Cicero and I are looking after her here until she's well enough to bring home. I'm hoping this will be soon. I miss you both, and so does she.
When we do come home, a few things will be changing. I'm not even sure where we'll be living, but hopefully we'll be able to stay in the Keep still. In particular, your mother just lost her father and will be upset over that, as well as still being in a fragile state from her injuries, so I need you both to be good girls for her and not upset her. There's an excellent chance we may be bringing Ancalime with us to live as well, and if we do, she'll be upset over losing her father too, so you will both need to make her feel welcome and help look after her.
As for me, I'm sure Eola told you both I'd been unwell, and I know Lucia saw it for herself. Lucia m'inyeen, from the bottom of my heart, please accept my deepest apologies. No child should ever have to see her father in that state. I'm so sorry, cariad. I promised you I would never touch the stuff again, and I intend to keep that promise. You'll both be seeing me visit the clinic a few times a week now, and taking various potions intended to help me stay healthy. Please don't worry or be scared, I have told your mother everything and she's going to make sure I don't get in that state again.
Take care of yourselves, and make sure your sister isn't working too hard. She doesn't have a Cicero at the moment to fuss over her and make her go to bed or eat, so you'll have to do it.
All my love,
Da
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“Are you ready for this?” Madanach asked as they walked up to the Blue Palace, arm in arm. Liriel, still pale but rallying, nodded. She had her repaired and cleaned Archmage robes back and her torc and circlet, and also her wedding ring. Madanach had dropped to one knee in their bedroom that morning and formally presented it back, quietly asking her forgiveness and that if she took him back as husband, he would never send her away again or be anything less than her loving companion until the Void took him. Liriel had let him replace it on her finger before helping him up and kissing him, then holding him in her arms, marvelling how one of the fiercest men in Skyrim could be so vulnerable and tender when it was just the two of them.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.8
Date: 2014-03-03 11:06 pm (UTC)Liriel had nodded and said yes to both, but the Reach was her home now, not Alinor. Ancalime had seemed content with that, cuddling her and whispering she seemed a lot happier than she ever had back in Alinor, that before she'd always seemed to want to be somewhere else. Now she seemed happy where she was.
“I am, Cali-cat,” Liriel had said. “I am.” Apart from her father dying, and she and Ancalime had cried over that together too. Thank the gods for Madanach and Cicero, both of whom had been unfailing sources of cuddling and moral support for the sisters.
Liriel was going to need it today. Now she was feeling mostly better, if still tired and nauseous all the time, it was time to get on with life. Time in particular to deal with her mother.
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A/N: And next chapter, Sabrinda's fate is decided, and then it's time to go home.
Dim anas aur - not today. Straight out of Game of Thrones, that one - although not as an addict's mantra.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.8
Date: 2014-03-05 01:00 pm (UTC)Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.8
Date: 2014-03-08 12:44 am (UTC)Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.8
Date: 2014-03-06 12:28 pm (UTC)