20demayo Chapter 102: Chapter XLIII: Conclusion
Chapter 102: Chapter XLIII: Conclusion
Chapter 102: Chapter XLIII: Conclusion
I awaken with the feeling of something pressing onto my face.
Really woman?!
With a grumble I push Sybille off, accidentally toppling her off the bed in the process.
After a loud and surprised yelp, she slowly gets up, her hair covering her face, and extends her claws while glaring at me "Give me one good reason not to gut you this instant Reyvin."
"Why don't you remain still when someone decides to plant their foot on your face while you sleep?" I grumble while completely ignoring the razor-sharp claws that were uncomfortably close to my eyes.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
She retracts her claws and moves her hair behind her ears, then gives me an amused look "Many would kill to have my foot on their face."
I actually flinch in disgust at this "I already told you, woman, I am no degenerate."
She chuckles "So sayeth the Mephala worshiper."
"I am not her- " *Sigh* "You know what I don't feel like explaining the intricacies of my demonic contracts at the moment. Let's just grab breakfast and get ready to welcome the returning heroes."
"So defensive Reyvin."
"Dear gods you are such a pain." I grumble while summoning my robes. And when I do so I notice that my mask has been permanently broken... dear god if that staff actually hit me... Happy thoughts!
"A good pain I hope?" Sybille interrupts my little panic attack.
I snort lightly "Right." and wave in her room's general direction "You should go get dressed, I have something to talk about with my employee."
"Very well" she passes by me and gives me a peck on the cheek "See you later-" and leaves my room while swaying her hips.
With a stupid smile on my face, I down a flavored stamina potion, read: magical energy drink, and head to see Davos.
I arrive at the servant's quarters and knock a couple of times, not long after a disheveled Davos with dark circles under his eyes opens the door and looks at me with great unease.
With a raised eyebrow I ask "I presume your current state is due to a certain spider lady visiting you last night."
He grabs my shoulders and tries to shake me, but just ends up shaking himself with how tired he is "D-do you have a-any damned idea how ter-rified I was?!" He hisses with a pronounced stutter.
I pat his shoulder and he flinches "Come now Davos, we have already dealt with so many horrors, what is an annoying spider lady going to do to you?"
He keeps trying to shake me, much to my amusement "Annoying spider lady?! Are you fucking insane?!" his eyes turn a bit bloodshot "Do you not fear the gods you complete madman?!"
I raise a finger in front of my mouth "Indoors voice please."
He grunts in annoyance "Of course you would not care one bit, why should I be surprised."
I gently grab him by the shoulders "I knew she would not do anything to you, after all, she did visit you at my indirect behest."
"Y-you made her come to me?" I think he is starting to foam at the mouth a bit at this point...
I tap my foot while staring down the shivering Dunmer "While this drama is amusing, I do need to know what your answer was."
His shoulders slump "Of course I accepted, she didn't even want me to bind myself to her. As if I even needed that much, joining a great house, no matter how defunct, is already enough."
Both my eyebrows rise at his comment "Why would you be ready to sacrifice so much just to join a house?"
He seems to think I am joking, but when he realizes I am not he palms his face "You really are somehow the most knowledgeable Mer I know yet the most clueless at the same time. Joining a great house is the only way for a filthy peasant like myself to move up in the world." He smiles wryly "Not all of us can woo the local Nords like you can, m'lord"
I chuckle "Already getting started with the m'lord's, eh? There is no need for that, just call me boss like you used to."
He sighs in relief "Good, calling you that would have grated on my mind."
I snort lightly "Well then, I guess I don't need any ceremony for you." I spread my arms dramatically "Welcome to the sixth house retainer!"
He chuckles but still bows "I swear to serve with honor my lord."
"Neat." I drawl "Now what exactly did ole' Mephy bless you with?"
Davos' eye twitches at my casual disrespect of his new patron 'deity' but knowing my relationship with her he keeps his opinions to himself and explains "I can now walk on all surfaces and jump farther, all while being a lot quieter. She did say my blessing will grow with your own."
I wave him off "Her influence in the north of Tamriel is minimal, the only place I would be in
any real danger would be Summerset, and I am not going to that place without an army at my
back."
He seems satisfied with this "As long as you are aware." then his frown turns upside down as he smiles "I am very impressed with Sybille though, when she was younger she would have jumped at the opportunity to betray someone for power."
"Oh? Is that how she became a vampire then?" My curiosity gets the better of me as I ask.
He gives me an amused look "That is not my story to tell." And after an unnecessarily long
beat of silence he quickly nods "But yeah that is totally how she became a vampire." and giggles like a mischievous child.
I stare at him blankly "Thank the gods you don't have any descendants, I don't think this world could deal with more of you."
He actually stumbles at this, but quickly pretends like nothing happened "Riiight.... I just remembered I have some business to take care off." He gives me a quick wave "Later kid!" and disappears with a pop.
Well that was weird.
(General pov)
The eight of Evening Star 197. of the fourth era was a day of great celebration for the people of
Solitude.
After the King woke up from his exhausted nap he announced to everyone that would hear the
great deeds of his subjects, and a great feast and hunt were planned to honor those who died and those who returned victorious.
The talented young bard Marco was at the same time excited and disappointed upon hearing the news, disappointed that he was not allowed to partake in the glory, but excited at the inspiration he got for the song he planned on writing about the heroic deeds of his King and
those of his teacher.
He rushed to the wizard's tower in hopes of presenting the first draft to his teacher, and soon
found the young Dunmer sitting in his armchair, drinking something very strong and staring into the distant setting sun.
Marco approached him and knocked on the opened doorway to get his attention.
Reyvin turned and asked in a dead tired tone "And what do you want brat?"
"Are you..." Marco started carefully "Are you doing alright there, teacher?"
Reyvin grunted in annoyance "No." "What bothers you, if I may ask?"
His teacher once more stared into the distance "I have come to a startling, and terrifying
realization."
Marco felt a bit of fear in the back of his mind as he dared to ask "And what did you realize?"
Reyvin's demeanor shifted from a tired one to one of panic and rage "Today is my birthday, making me eighteen years old. I am an old fart now Marco... it is all over!"
Marco stared at him for a long moment, slowly palmed his face, turned around, and left the
tower.
And so it came to be that the song about the King and his loyal Court Wizard became the song about the King alone.
Grant me stones so I might throw them at the Daedra!
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