Galmar Stone-Fist watched his leader and friend Ulfric through his bear pelt, confused by the jarl’s unusual behavior. Ever since Arianna's visit, the jarl just hadn't been himself. It had been such a strange and conflict-filled celebration, and Galmar still couldn’t believe how it ended with the Dragonborn agreeing to marry Ulfric just before she had been shot by and arrow. He hadn't even realized that the jarl had asked her, not that he cared; the thought of the two of them together actually made him proud. He had thought Ulfric was too steeped in his prejudices to take anyone who wasn’t a Nord as a wife; he was glad to
Farkas woke with a roar. Damn Aela! When he got his hands on her, they were going to go a round or two. He blinked heavy lidded eyes and tried to focus on his surroundings. As he stared up at the ceiling he noted this wasn’t his chambers. He tried to sit up but found himself immobilized, his limbs too heavy to lift. The only movement he could make was from the neck up. On the left was a stone wall; he swiveled his head to the right as far as he could and noticed a figure slumped in chains against the dirty wall. Farkas narrowed his pale blues at the prisoner; he knew that person.
“Vilkas!” he shouted repeatedly until his vo
Lydia picked up one of the burned soldiers’ weapons and engaged the nearest enemies into combat. Working her way toward Ulfric and Arianna, she could see her thane's eyes closed and blood soaking the front of her once beautiful gown. The shaft of the arrow protruded from the Dragonborn's chest, and Lydia’s shuddered at the sight. Ulfric had thoughtfully removed his own shirt to pack the wound and staunch the bleeding. Lydia touched his shoulder tentatively, and Ulfric turned towards her. His eyes half crazed and a concealed dagger wrapped in his fist, he lashed out at Lydia wildly. She dodged the strike and brought the back of
I was floating, or at least it felt like floating. Maybe I was flying, or falling? I was unsure, but I was weightless and surrounded by soft, luminescent light. Was I dead? Was this Sovngarde? Or Hircine’s hunting grounds? I tried to open my eyes to see; but they were so heavy, no matter how hard I tried they would not open. I was forced to just float and listen to the silence. It occurred to me while I waited that if I could not see, how had I known I was surrounded by light?
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I came awake screaming as a burning pain ripped through my chest. Lydia was at my side holding my good arm down while Ulfric held my feet; over me
Aela followed Farkas and his brother’s scent into the Stone Quarter. His scent was both familiar and comforting to her. Since Skjor’s death, she had become like stone, though many would say she had always been that way. Skjor knew how emotional she actually could be and how protective she was of those she cared for. Before her mate’s death, Farkas hadn’t even registered to her as anyone other than a fellow Companion, but lately when she was around him, she found herself concerned for his well being. She had recently begun following him on the nights he shifted hoping to run with him in the wild, their bodies in the
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A week before
I crawled from Vilkas's embrace, smiling down at my lover. Together at last, with no competition, just the two of us in this moment. I could not be happier. I dressed quietly and shot a final look at my sleeping mate, letting a soft smile slip onto my lips at the sight of him all cozy and sexy in our bed. I couldn’t wait to crawl back into his embrace; if nature hadn't called, I wouldn’t be leaving his arms at all. I crept quietly down the stairs and to the outhouse behind my home.
I relieved and washed myself quickly, returning within minutes of slipping outside only to find Eldar and Lydia already
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Raised by Wolves: Chapter Twenty-two
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As soon as Olivia was out of the room, Lydia finished painting my face and fixing my hair. Once done, I stood, dropped the towel and held out my arms, while Lydia dabbed my body with lavender-scented powder. There was a knock on the door, and Slovak’s handmaidens entered my chambers carrying my dress, covered by a white sheet. Lydia moved to the far corner of the room, giving the women space to help me dress. Once finished, they stepped away for Slovak to examine it personally.
It shimmered; there was no other way to describe it. When I moved, it caught any light around me and glittered like a fire dragon scales. Of course, I
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Olivia’s head pounded when she woke, yet her first thought after the throbbing pain of course was of her brother. She sat up and realized she was on the large man’s bed, “Farkas,” the Dragonborn had called him, but he was nowhere in sight. The quiet woman named Aela, with the three painted markings on her face, was sitting in a chair with her back against the wall. She had in fact moved a chair so she sat not only against the wall but by the doorway looking in on the room. Aela could keep an eye on both the room and the doorway, and her head barely moved but Olivia could feel the woman watching her.
She slid from t
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Raised by Wolves: Chapter 20
I stood in front of my door for a full five minutes, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. What was going on around here? My brain had officially hit overload; if anything else were to happen, I would just shut down and no longer function. This had to be one of the longest and strangest weeks of my life. I shook my head to snap out of the stupor I was in and entered my chambers. Noticing a letter on the floor, I scooped it up as I shut the door behind me. My fingers slipped open the envelope and pulled out a single piece of parchment.
I had barely begun to read the note before the sight of Lydia in her formalwear distracted me. She stood in fr