It has been many turns of the season since I sat at the bar. I removed my gloves and put them on the counter. The innkeeper Corpulus Vinius of the Winking Skeever wiped down the counter with a rag. Upon removing my masked helmet, he smiled.
“Thane Azeriah returned home. What can I get you this evening? Is it still Aldo wine?” he said.
I merely nodded as I moved my gauntlet and helm to my pack.
“Very well then. First glass is on the house for the Lady Thane.” He pulled the cork on a new bottle, poured a glass and placed it in front of me.
“Where is the boy you used to travel with? Onmund was it?” he asked while polishing a mug.
“My husband now,” I responded, surprised and impressed with his memory.
“No kidding? You should have been married here. We would have thrown you the grandest wedding party Solitude has ever seen!”
“I’m sure you would have, but grand weddings aren’t my thing.”
“And I didn’t want to attract too much attention,” I thought. “Not yet, anyway.”
After earning my laughable ‘degree’ at the Bard’s College (what was all the fuss about Pantea’s Flute?), I made my way to the Winterhold College. After the dismal disappointment of the Bard’s College, I was suitably pleased with the facilities and the learning I received.
It was there where I met Onmund. He was my friend and traveling companion as I learned of my true power as Dragonborn.
We married at the Temple of Mara in Riften.
I defeated an ancient enemy and became archmage of the College of Winterhold.
I rose to political power to become Thane of Solitude, obtaining the largest estate in the capital city.
I traveled to the far corners of Skyrim taking in its breathtaking beauty.
I was no longer the timid girl who came to Skyrim with childish dreams of being a student at the College of Winterhold. I was no longer the runaway Thalmor girl.
I forged my own destiny the way I wanted it to be. I was Archmage of the College of Winterhold. I was Thane of Whiterun, Markarth, Windhelm and Solitude.
I alone held the power of dragons in my breath. Dragons kneeled before me as they died. I devoured their souls.
I returned to Solitude for one thing left I had to do.
Destroy the Thalmor Embassy. Skyrim belonged to me.
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