Bond Of Blood

Chapter 5

"Here looks safe."

Lilith Aurelius nodded at the Argonians words and sat down, bringing out her blade and beginning to sharpen the length with a piece of flint.

"You don't waste time do you?"

She smiled as she gave him another brief glance.

"It did carve through seven Stormcloaks not so long ago. I'm surprised it isn't completely blunt," she remarked.

Veezara hissed with laughter as he sat down, pulling out a small loaf of bread and passing it to her. She looked like the Dragonborn in many ways. Her hair was jet black and spilled over her shoulders in a graceful manner. She had the wit that Morgan possessed as well. Not to mention the fact that she was just as deadly with a blade as Morgan was.

As if she had read his thoughts, Lilith looked up at him once more, maintaining eye contact.

"Any idea when we can meet up with her?"

Veezara shook his head sadly. His last letter hadn't arrived at Dragon Bridge, and the news that Falkreath had been retaken by the Stormcloaks meant that they couldn't return to the Sanctuary while it was not safe to do so.

"No. I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't apologise for something you have no control over," she said simply before returning to her blade.

There was silence before the Dark Brotherhood assassin spoke again.

"You fight well. I have never seen your style before."

Lilith chuckled.

"It has been in our generation for as long as I know of. Hundreds of years maybe. My mother taught me everything she knew. And after giving birth to Morgan, I knew that she would need the skills. I knew she was special...every mother thinks that of her children after all, but with Morgan..."

"Go on," he pressed softly, eager to her more about the woman that Skyrim hated and adored in equal measure, yet none really knew her properly.

"Morgan learned everything so quickly, it was uncanny. She never liked using the bow for instance, but she still managed to learn the basics despite her lack of interest. Yet when she uses the blade, it's like her sword is part of her."

"That is a sentiment I can indulge," he said quietly, "I am the last of the Shadowscales and I know that meaning too well."

"I heard about the Shadowscales. There are brief mentions of them in the Bruma records," she said softly.

"It is a title I wear with pride. But I am a Dark Brotherhood assassin first and foremost now."

"Thank you again for your company."

Veezara couldn't blush, but he did give a weak grin at the Breton woman who had managed to disarm his wits with a simple statement.

This woman would make a fine assassin.

"Get up Veezara!"

Veezara shot out of his bedroll and instantly unsheathed his dagger and looked around at the cave they had taken refuge in. His eyes found Lilith's immediately, and he noted the scratches on her face straight away.

"What's going on?"

"Stormcloaks. I have no fucking idea how they found us. I thought Solitude was friendly to Morgan. The Jarl wouldn't sell us out so cheaply would she?"

"No. Jarl Elisif and Morgan formed a strong bond of friendship, and while Elisif is young, she is not stupid. She knows what would happen if she pissed off your daughter. The rest of her court on the other hand...we were not alone in that hall yesterday, there were others. And any one of them could have heard a snippet of conversation."