Bond Of Blood

Finale

Morgan chuckled as she watched her adopted children run around the house, Runa with a small wooden sword, Lucia with what seemed to be a crude bow created from string and a bent branch. She laughed harder as Scar joined in, chasing both children and barking when she came close to them.

"I see Scar is training them to run," Lilith Aurelius remarked with a smile as she sat down beside her daughter.

"Could be worse, it could be Odahviing," Morgan replied with a grin as the massive red dragon swooped over the house low enough to make the ground tremble.

"I have never seen a dragon so nervous," Lilith laughed.

Morgan giggled. When she and Serana had returned from Solitude and her destruction of the Black-Briar family, Odahviing had been assaulted by a barrage of questions from her daughters, the ancient being visibly shaken by their thirst for knowledge.

Not like I can judge, with what I have learned over the years.

Morgan smiled as she felt her mothers hand slip onto hers and turned to face her mother.

"What's troubling you?"

Morgan grimaced. Her mother had an uncanny ability to know how she was feeling.

"I just cannot shake this feeling I have," Morgan replied softly. "I keep having the same sensation that this peace won't last."

"With the Thalmor still around, I dare say you're correct. Or are you referring to these attacks within the cities?"

"A little of both," Morgan admitted with a heavy sigh.

The attacks had spread all across Skyrim since the crowning of the new High Queen, and a group naming themselves as 'The Sons of Skyrim' were taking credit. Even worse, they seemed to have an extensive network of agents, and none of the city authorities had managed to find out where the organisation was operating from or where their hideout was located.

Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun had declared any of these dissidents to leave the city as any attacks wood be dealt with severely. A day afterwards, his brother had been attacked as he left Dragonsreach, the guards nowhere to be found. And while Hrongar had survived, the stab wound in his lower spine had left him unable to walk.

Morgan was certain that these people would target her and luckily, she had the ideal deterrent in having a dragon as an ally. Odahviing had mentioned any attack on her or her family would result in a fiery death. She also had Jordis watching carefully and with Scar around, it would take a very brave soul to attack her directly.

She hoped.

Serana had been furious at the thought of anyone attacking her newly adopted daughters, and had placed a dozen blood seals around the house to a range of two hundred yards. Any being who walked on one would be detected by Serana, who had a blood ability that Morgan could barely understand.

Serana was currently in the new basement, an addition that Lilith had suggested they use for their own purposes. Morgan had left her alone, knowing that she would work better without being disturbed.

Aside from the attacks, Skyrim was slowly recovering, even a mere week after the coronation. Posters had been placed all over, asking for volunteers for Skyrims armed forces. And many of Skyrims younger generation were enlisting, some for personal glory, others were joining for wages to keep families fed.

While others joined for the reason that Elisif had asked for soldiers.

Morgan had no illusions about the near future. The Thalmor had the prime opportunity to attack Skyrim while it was weak. Falkreath had been abandoned by all but a few villagers after Siddgiers death, the rest had vanished, presumably joining the Sons of Skyrim. Bandits had moved in, and the last reports had placed their numbers as high as one hundred.