The Cure For Curie (Complete!)

Those We Love

Her head was pounding as she slowly sat up in her bed. She looked around her lofty bedroom in Proudspire Manor, eyes settling on her sleeping housecarl. Jordis was uncomfortably dozing in a wooden chair strategically placed in front of the doorway. Lilelle moved the thick velvet covers and swung her feet to the floor.

She shuffled across the cold stone to a short table filled from edge to edge with fruits and breads. Her stomach growled loudly at the sight, she had felt as though she had not eaten in days. Lilelle poured herself some water from a pitcher, sitting down in an easy chair to feast.

"Oh? My lady, you are awake?" Jordis snapped to attention, sitting tall in her seat.

"Indeed and I'm hungrier than a sabre cat." She replied, stuffing more chunks of bread into her mouth.

"I'd imagine you are ma'am. You have been asleep for three days."

"Where is my husband?" Lilelle asked before chugging a tankard filled with water. When Jordis' gaze trailed from hers, Lilelle put down the cup and asked the question once more.

"He had an errand to see to in Whiterun." The large Nord woman shifted in her chair uncomfortably.

Lilelle stood from her chair, cup in hand, and made her way to the mead cask across the room. She drank two full glasses of the spiced cider ale before slamming her cup down on a table. Without a word from either women, the dragonborn took her black leather armor from the wardrobe and began laying it's pieces on the bed.

Lilelle was many things. She was the dragonborn first and foremost. Capable of almost immeasurable power, in complete control of the ancient language of the dragons. She was a Dunmer by birth. Her true origins unknown even to her, she had spent much of her childhood as a scavenger.

Skipping from town to town throughout Skyrim, she lived off of scraps of food she could find before finding her first bow on the corpse of a fallen hunter. She had spent that entire summer camped outside of Whiterun in the open plains learning how to use the weapon. Quickly gaining skill enough to hunt, she sold the extra meat and furs in the markets around Skyrim.

Honing her skills until adulthood had made her a force to be reckoned with. Tired of the simple life, selling deer and rabbit, she yearned for adventure and riches. She chased her big dreams into the arms of the wrong crowd. A small mercenary band was looking for skilled bowmen for a few odd jobs and Lilelle couldn't sign up fast enough. She found out far too late that they were nothing more than a group of two-bit bandits stationed in an old bear den.

Her own naivete was her ultimate undoing. She was just supposed to steal a horse, that's it. She hadn't a clue the Stormcloaks would be in that inn or that the Imperials would raid the place. Up next on the chopping block, accused of crimes she hadn't been a part of, Lilelle should by all rights be dead. Something had saved her that day, she had been meant to save the world.

In her journey she had made many strong connections, one of which being the Thieves Guild in Riften. She had become a Champion of Nocturnal and with her station, she was gifted a very rare set of Nightingale Armor. She would need that power in her journey to track down her husband Cosnach, who she was sure was right in the middle of getting himself into very big trouble.

She winced slightly as she pulled on her leather boots, her head not fully recovered, throbbed at the lack of elevation. Jordis, seeing her master struggle, stepped in and began lacing her boots for her. Lilelle tried to protest but gave up quickly, the small reprieve felt too good.

"My husband's errand in Whiterun, what is it?" The dark elf asked leaving no room in her voice to play games.

"He has poked the necromancers, ma'am. He hopes to end the fight by giving them the book."

"Ha!" She laughed. "Is that what he told you? No. Cosnach seeks to kill as many as he can manage by dangling the one thing they are looking for."

Lilelle pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She would need to get to Whiterun as fast as possible. She was already coming into the game late, she just hoped that it wouldn't be too late.

"I suppose Lydia is in on this scheme as well?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, miss. Master Cosnach did send word ahead to Whiterun though. He is conducting the meet at the Bannered Mare."

"Of course he is. Hulda is going to be overjoyed, I'm sure." She smiled.

Cosnach and Lilelle were on thin ice with the owner of the popular inn. She had been suckered into a very raucous drinking contest that turned out to be way more than the pair bargained for. The ridiculous journey left chaos in their drunken wake and had angered more than a few people and one hagraven. It cost the dragonborn a hefty bag of septims for Hulda to even let them back through the door.

"Do you wish me to travel with you to Whiterun?" Jordis asked as the Dunmer was strapping her quiver to her back.

"I do indeed, dear friend." She replied. "Let's leave now. We will have to get to Katla's and purchase extra horses. We have a lot of ground to cover very quickly before my husband does something very stupid."

"He is a capable warrior." Jordis stated as she rested her hand on the sword at her hip.

"That's not what I'm talking about. I have no doubt in his abilities to handle himself in battle. What we don't need is an all out war with an unknown army of necromancers lead by a king I've no knowledge of."

"Ah, I see."

"So. Let's go save the love of my life, shall we?"