❦ 𝔖𝔨𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱 ❦

𝓑𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓹 ❦ Being Grumpy Again I see?

You awaken in Markarth inn to the sound of the annoying tinkling of laughter from young wenches. You roll your eyes as you climb out of bed adorning your armor to their respective places on your body. You pack the rest of your stuff and place it in your endless knapsack and leave your room and walk to the bar.

"I would like some water and bread please." You order your breakfast, catching the eye of an overindulged Bishop.

He grins mischievously at you as he has two girls on his lap and a girl in his hand. You visibly gag.

How can someone have so little self-preservation as to give themselves to someone who they weren't in love with? Let alone Bishop?

You scoff as the bartender hands you your food and drink. "Thank you." You say with a smile.

Across the inn, you spot a group of men. They were eyeing you and it made you curious. So you stared at them (like you should never do in France for it encourages the men) to encourage them to talk to you. And it worked, for they sauntered their way over to you.

"May I help you, boys?" You ask innocently.

"Actually yes. You see we've been very lonely as of late. And we saw your flawless self and wondered if you'd grace us with your time." The brawny of the three said.

"I thank you for the compliment but what time are you referring to?" You ask sheepishly feeling Bishop's fiery gaze upon you.

"The time precious to such a lovely lady as yourself. Are you not burdened by suitors or noble duties?" The taller of the three chuckles.

"Afraid not. I don't have much time for such things." You say drinking your water. "I wasn't born noble and not many people like trying to tame a warrior for their bride."

"Then they are at a loss. For they do not know what they are missing." The rounder of the group replied. "Care to join us for dinner?"

"I am staying for a few more days in Markarth. Perhaps I can clear my schedule, when did you have in mind?" You ask curiously.

"Well, this evening would work well for us but it is your decision." The brawny one says.

"I've realized I haven't asked your names. I suppose I should know your names before agreeing to dinner." You giggle, feeling a fit of hot anger growing somewhere behind you.

"Noah." The Brawny one bows.

"Tyler." The taller one says.

"And I'm Nathaniel." The rounder one says kissing your hand.

"Very nice to meet you, boys. I'm (y/n), the Dragonborn." You smile when they gasp. "And I believe I'm free tonight. So where would we ea-" You get cut off by an abrupt hand resting itself upon your shoulder.

"Never, now scram boys." Growls Bishop from behind you.

The boys scramble away in fear of the feral Ranger.

"Bishop?-" You groan. This was the last straw. "Why must you always do that? You never let me have any fun with anyone. When you indulge yourself in the wenches at every tavern we rest at."

"Because Ladyship. You're too good for those mutts." He growls. He wasn't quite sure why he did it either but he had a sneaking suspicion.

"You're a jerk." You fume at him. "Every time someone shows interest in me you scare them away. Just let me do what I want for once, okay?"

"Whatever." He mumbles before returning to his seat and brushing the girls off.

You grumble to yourself and get up and leave the tavern. Making sure to shake anyone attempting to tail you. After doing so you make your way out of the city. "Stupid Ranger! Why must you always destroy any chance I have at having a lifelong companion?" You continue walking out of town and down the winding roads. You ignore anything and everything. You realize you feel someone tailing you, so you decide to take a detour. You smirk to yourself and pull out a small invisibility potion from your pockets. You use Whirlwind Sprint to run far ahead, then you turn around to see a figure dashing after you. Upon which you down the potion and disappear in a grand flash of light. You sit upon the nearby hill under some shrubs and watch the mystery figure. They were tall, brawny, stealthy for the fact you didn't notice them until out of sight of civilization, and for some unknown reason...... familiar.

The person, but more likely man, tailing you seemed very familiar to you. Even before they took their hood off. But once they did you understood why they seemed familiar. It was Bishop. Why in Oblivion was he following you? Didn't he have girls to tease and use? Apparently, he found tailing you to be far more interesting. But upon losing sight of you he became furious and started to curse loudly.

"Gods Damn it all!" He yells as he sits down. "How did she know I was tailing her? She never notices, what was different this time?"

As he ponders aloud you get an idea. A wonderful, awful idea. You created an illusion of yourself with a flick of your wrist and made it look as though you were dying. You screamed to capture his attention, upon doing this you also captured the attention of a nearby mountain lion who fell for your illusion first making it all the more believable. Bishop dashes over the hill and to the mountain lion hovering over your illusion.

"No!" Bishop wails stabbing the mountain lion in the spine, killing it almost instantly. "Oh, gods no...please (y/n) no." He hovers over you whimpering. "Why the fork didn't I tell you sooner?! Why didn't I ever tell you I loved you since the day we met? The only reason I pretended to take a liking to tavern girls was to catch your attention. Oh, gods please be okay." As he tries to pick up your illusion it crumbles and disappears causing him to cry out louder in fear of losing you forever.

He sobs as you dash to his side and hug him as hard as you could. He stiffened under your touch. "Please don't cry... I'm sorry." You whimper.

"(Y-y/n)?" He croaks out taking your face in his hands. His eyes soften as he kisses you passionately with so much force you thought you'd actually mold into one celestial being. But you relax and kiss him back gently. "Why the fork would you do that?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know who you were, then I was curious. I apologize, please forgive me?" You plead.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk to you for so long." He laughs hugging you. "I was only jealous I didn't think you liked me."

"Well, at first I didn't." You admitted. "But over time I grew to like your company. But I didn't think you liked me because you always had a girl on your arm."

"I never did a thing with them." He confesses.

"Are you sure?" You question.

"Positive. The only pants I want to get in are your's Ladyship." He chuckles, standing the both of you up.

"Oh no, not happening. I'm too good for a mutt like you." You repeat his words.

"I never said I was a mutt Ladyship. I'm a purebred wolf." He playfully nips at your ear.

"Hey stop it, thief! Those are my earrings!" You squeal as you take back the earrings in between his lips.

"Darn. Thought I'd fooled ya that time." He hummed. "Let's go back to town before we get attacked. Wouldn't want your poor Ranger to lose all of his stamina before the main event would we." He smirks.

"What makes you think we'll be doing anything tonight Ranger?" You ask.

"The fact you kissed me back." He takes your waist.

"That doesn't mean a damn thing." You grumble embarrassed. "N-now shut u-up."

"Going shy on me are ya? I'd rather make you breathless as I have you under me. Ask nicely and I might even let you be on top." He winks.

"Oh fork off!" You squeal running off.

"Or on! Anytime anywhere Ladyship!" He runs after you.