Author's Note:
My dear Wattpad readers, I'm so sorry about the mix-up, but I just noticed I forgot to publish this chapter. I have no idea why :O I even published the next one already. I hope it wasn't too confusing. Here it is as it should be, along with the original AN:
I hope you're all ready for the conclusion of the Solitude plotline (most of it at least) and for the next one after some interim chapters ;) I am definitely excited to share it all.
A little progress report, for those of you interested. I just finished writing the last chapter of this book :) I am looking forward so much to share everything with you, all the way to the last chapter (150, just like last time ;) ) It is not the last book either. I will begin working on the third one soon enough :) I know the story is insanely long as it is, but I hope you are all still enjoying it and that you'll keep enjoying it as it continues. Your continued readership means so much to me <3
That's that, and now no more yapping from me, here's the chapter :)
Enjoy <3
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The sharp sun rays were seeping into the large windows, warming the room pleasantly.
Everything was so quiet. Not even the crackling of the torches disturbed the peace – they have all died down by now.
Aeyrin was sleeping soundly. She hadn't woken up all night. Exerting her before sleep was definitely one sure way to stave off any of the lingering nightmares. And it was no wonder that she was exhausted after last night.
Bishop squeezed her closer in his embrace, pressing her back into his chest, and he buried his face in her messy hair. She still had all those pins in there that had been holding up her hairdo, but by now, it was just a mess of tangles, even worse than it would have been without those pins. She looked so perfect like that – all disheveled and worn out after the night they've had. He didn't really wanna wake her up just yet.
He let out a contented sigh and nuzzled his face into her hair a little more. The mansion was so peaceful like this. All theirs. Well... not yet, but soon. Still, it felt like this was the only night it was theirs. It did provide a lot more privacy than Breezehome or Honeyside ever would, but it still didn't feel the same. Not like the cottage would. It will be perfect for them. Just the two of them and Karnwyr.
He still had a lot to consider about that place. He was still intent on surprising her with this. He didn't know when exactly. He needed to get it ready first and that would require a lot of time. A lot of time away from Aeyrin somehow. And even if he found an opportunity to part ways with her... he didn't really want to. But one day, he would find a good way to handle all this.
Maybe he would make it a surprise after they got married.
If she even wanted to marry him. Why was he planning it like this already? He didn't know how shit was gonna turn out.
Ugh... he needed to stop thinking about this. What happened to him? He was planning a fucking wedding and a house in his head. If someone told him two years ago that he would be doing that, he would never believe them.
But he didn't mind. It was a nice change to think about the future in actually pleasant ways instead of wondering when anyone close to him was gonna die or when his enemies would catch up with him.
Although... those things were still kind of on his mind. Especially now that he thought about it again.
Fucking stop it.
That was enough. No more thinking about stupid shit, pleasant or otherwise. He should think about something else. Like last night. That was definitely a much better thing to think about.
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FanfictionAeyrin and Bishop continue their journeys through Skyrim, trying to deal with the looming threats in their path. The Province is still ravaged by the dragons, as well as the war, and both new and old enemies still hound their steps. Their adventures...
