A Game of Blood - Part 3Laigritte groaned quietly as she opened her eyes, the bright light piercing the comforting darkness that had surrounded her for the longest of times. Her throat was dry and she coughed, reaching out to try and find a glass of water.
"Here." A gruff voice said as the person held a glas of water in front of her. "Drink."
She hesitated for a moment. Pushing herself up in a sitting position, she was finally able to see whom the person was, and it surprised her. Harkon. Cautiously taking the glass, she brought it to her lips. The cold water soothed her dry mouth and throat and she was unable to stop the grateful groan that erupted.
"Thank you, my lord," she mumbled, "but you shouldn't have."
"Shouldn't have what, lady Winter-Born?" Harkon growled angrily, "Give you a glass of water? Or stop your foolish attempt at retribution?"
Laigritte's eyes snapped towards him, "How dare you?" she snapped, clenching her fists in the sheets. "You abandoned me, and you dare proclaim yourself a hero?"
Brothers of Darkness Chapter 9Chapter 9 In front of a fireplace
It had started to rain in the middle of the night.
It poured down still in the morning. The short Bosmer pulled his vest, he wore over his green brocade doublet tighter around his slender frame, while he kept staring out of his window. Bravil had always been a bleak, dank and poor town. Those thick rainy curtains made nothing to improve the city.
At least the smell is gone.
He thought, finally turning from the window and sitting down in front of his fire place. For a while he resumed staring at the dancing flames. He had tried to work this morning, had tried to get some contracts out, but he just could not concentrate. Something was going on, something very wrong and he could do nothing about it. He had asked and asked the Mother, but she was silent. How was he supposed to stop a threat to his family, when he did not even know where to start looking. He sighed deeply and took up his book “ A Dance in Fire.”
He was only