Bond Of Blood

Chapter 35

Morgan smiled a little as she folded up the jester outfit in a neat bundle. It had taken hours, but it had been cleaned, repaired and had extra enchantments fitted within the fabric. She was amazed that the clothing had survived for so long from misuse, but Cicero had somehow managed to keep patching it together over the years with various pieces of clothing and crude stitching.

Two days had passed since the revelation about Marcus, and she felt nothing but a burning sensation within her, it felt as though a raging fire was swirling inside her soul. More than once, she had thrown something at a wall or a door in the last few days over little things. Like Cicero cackling as he ran by her closed door, the yells of Babette following shortly afterwards. The time when Astrid and Nazir were arguing about which contacts were trustworthy...Morgan had thrown a dagger at the door, and the blade protruding through the thick wood had silenced the two of them.

What is wrong with me?

Serana had stayed with her the whole time, and Morgan was comforted with the knowledge that she was there for her. She hated the thought of what may happen if Serana was not around, Morgan felt as though it was only her that kept her darker thoughts at bay. Thoughts that were increasing in number and magnitude as the days wore on.

Fucking Ulfric. Fucking Marcus. Fucking EVERYONE.

There was a polite cough from behind her, and Morgan slumped backwards in her chair as Serana sat on her lap, resting her arms on either side of her neck.

"If you keep growling like that, Scar will think there is something wrong," Serana remarked with a smile.

Morgan couldn't help but smile back. Scar had been hunting when she had returned to the Sanctuary, and upon seeing her mistress again, Scar had tackled Morgan to the ground and had tried to lick her face off, much to Serana's amusement. She glanced down and noted that the massive ice wolf was comfortably asleep under the desk.

"I'll keep that in mind," Morgan replied as Serana leaned forwards and gave her a soft kiss.

"Are you alright?"

That's the question, isn't it? Morgan was unsure about most topics right now, and this particular question was always the hardest to answer. She could tell the truth...and she would spend days trying to keep her mind busy and to not allow any of the memories to surface. Or she could lie, and add that lie to an ever growing mountain of lies.

"I don't know," Morgan muttered sadly.

Serana pulled her closer, resting Morgans head on her collarbone.

"I am here for you," she said softly. "Take your time if you ever need to talk."

Serana knew Morgan would never fully recover from what she had been through...she had never gotten over her own ordeal after several thousand years after all, but at least they now had each other for support. And she never had anyone to talk to, especially after she had single-handedly demolished a whole village.

Stop thinking about that and help her.

Serana tilted her lovers chin upwards and kissed her softly on the lips, trailing a finger across Morgan's cheek fondly.

Mine.

"It has been two days, we need to leave tonight if we are to get to Solitude before the Stormcloaks and their army are ready to attack the capital," Serana said.

She was inwardly pleased to see that lost expression vanish from Morgan's face, to be replaced with a fierce and more determined one.

"Is everything ready?"

Serana nodded. She had decided to become more helpful towards the Dark Brotherhood so she could keep her thoughts clear, and it had helped. She had assisted Babette with her poisons, Nazir with his contacts and even a few recipes that had been lost in time, and she had even managed to find some time for herself, sharpening all the weapons she had.