#Skyrim finally made it out. wow its so beautiful here😦

happiness when carl cracked open the door. there was a fire in the pit, and i was right across from the blacksmith. to be continued…

“yes my liege.” i curtsied a bit deeper than normal, showing my gratitude.” i backed away and turned towards the door. carl stood there in the entrance with a bright smile, leading me out to the street. hoping for a new beginning, that doesn’t end so abrupt. i felt a twinge of

he stares at me as the boy bows and walks to the door. “my lady annabelle, please remember it does not do to dwell on the foolish mistakes of other’s actions in the past. you will spend too much time grieving ghosts.” i thought about it for a moment. he was right.

guards or notary and we will have that taken care of. im hoping we can be quite useful to one another.” i nod quietly. knowing hes going to want to use me for my “talents” ive long since buried with my father.

everything.” “wonderful! my lad! my lady i believe our time here has come to a close. you have a new house to enjoy. i hope you grow to like it here in whiterun, please dont hesitate to bring any troubles to the attention of my

to me and greets me kindly then announces to the jarl. “the estate you had me check on is ready. we had a bit of difficulty disarming the booby traps(he annunciates, making me giggle inside) BUT with the help of a farm hand and a guard we were able to disarm and prepare

up behind me. he is a younger lad with brushed back blond hair and fair skin. he looks a lot like my little sister did. i try not to think about that. he walks up beside me, spritely and bends his long lanky body in a formal bow. “well, go on lad speak up!” the boy turns

parchment in his hand and reads along. his notary points out something and he waves him iff with a “yes yes i read that part” stammer. as if he where shooing away a fly. “ah! CARL!” he slams down the paper on the large wooden throne and puts his hand out to the man walking

the foreseeable future due to your, unfortunate circumstances. in the event of inheritance, or extreme usefulness to the crown, all fees are waved until i see otherwise. you, are useful to me.” “thank you.” i said in shock. he looked at me for a moment, then shakes the

for a moment. “are you displeased with your new situation lady annabelle?” i look up shocked. “no my leige. i find myself. without words, as i dont believe im able to afford living in such a fine place. “i wouldnt worry too much my lady, your taxes have been waved for

local village and have that arranged.” i did not speak, i just nodded and looked at the floor. overwhelmed was an understatement. i wasnt aware he even owned land here. i thought the small cottage, alone in the mountains was it for me. i cant say im displeased. he studies me

“this estate was in your fathers name alone. it looks as if it was used for a hunting lodge of sorts. i have taken the liberty of signing it over to you. your fathers effects are still inside. if you are in need of any assistance moving your things, i can send a courier to your

hold the title of dragon born yourself. curious.” he was right. something i had ignored. i blamed myself for that day. im convinced im the one who attracted the dragon in the first place..

“so far away, and yet still with us.” he stated. i wiped my face of burning hot fuel and looked forward once again out of respect. even though i could no longer see him behind the salt in my wounds. “you have truly been cursed with the burden of daughter of a fool, and yet you

of the dragon landing. i only ever saw a rough outline of his features as he pulled off his helmet. but i swear to the gods, if i ever heard his voice again, i would know instantly..although, i highly doubt it. i stared off into the distance.

a dark silhouette pierced the skyline at twilight. a shout so loud and thunderous, in a language i could not understand, lit up the skies with a bright blue fright. pointed armor, black as night and coal. my vision was fuzzy from being thrown like a rag doll from the sheer force

it happens. i would be a fool not to wholey assume that it would never happen to someone as reckless as my father. he was not strong enough to resist the flames of a legendary dragon. i, on the other hand, still owe my life to whoever it was that saved me that day.

tightly wound rags, and multiple little goblin like men surrounding me as i came to, who smelled a lot like a distillery. a lot of that time of my life was fuzzy. all i remember is the smell of very strong honeymead, and soil. my life was spared that day. his was not.

the ping of pain hits me just then. a flash of my home on fire, the barn in a pile of ash, laying half conscious in a shallow riverbed as i hear my name being screamed in the distance. there was a bright light, and then nothing. i awoke in a cave. my body held together with

he grumbled and looked back at his paper for a long while, arguing with his notary. “it says here that you have an estate in whiterun.” “..i.” what estate?! i screamed internally. confused. he goes on, seemingly unaffected. “youre father was murdered by a Legendary Dragon.”