Rona's Story: An Epic Skyrim Romance

Chapter 34 Peace and Solitude

She roused to low murmurs of people speaking in the background. She was in a comfortably lit room and laying on a very soft bed. The finery of the furniture and paintings indicated she was in a palace, though it appeared to be an infirmary wing with all the potions and medical supplies clustered on shelves and tables.

"You are all, of course, welcome to stay as long as you need,"a soft woman's voice carried in from the corridor, "I will make sure your medical needs are tended to and that your stay is comfortable. In fact, I would like to grant Lady Rona a homestead here in Solitude should she and her companions ever wish to stay here. It's the least I can do after all you've done for us."

"I thank you Jarl Elisif," her father's voice spoke, he was alive, he was alright. Tears of relief trickled from her eyes. He continued speaking, "We may just take you up on that offer. The others need some more time to recover before attempting to return to Cyrodiil. I am also still healing, it seems."

"Have you tried our local apothecary? Angeline's Aromatics? They carry just about everything you will need, if not though I will speak with my court wizard and see if she might be able to get what you require."

The angry barking of a familiar voice carried over to her from behind the barrier to her right, separating her bed from the others. Serlas and Elisif both peered into the room, listening.

"Get off me woman! Gah! That hurts!"

"Stop fussing! I need to apply it over the entire wound or you will never heal properly!" the sound of an older woman tutting at him carried over the divider.

"I said let go!" He snarled and the sounds of supplies tipped over, crashing to the floor and breaking.

"Honestly! Why can't you be more like dear old Magrob here and take the ointment like a damn man!" she huffed, "Now look at this mess you've made."

"I'm leaving! Keep that burning poison away from me!" More crashing and sounds of falling over as he tumbled to the floor.

"See!? You can't even walk properly! Now get back in your bed and rest! So childish..."

Serlas waved a hand to Elisif and whispered, "No worries, just our friendly ranger grousing about his treatment. I'll check on him."

Elisif nodded and left him, vanishing down the corridor. Serlas rounded the divider and said, "Having some difficulty getting up Bishop?"

He grumbled, "I don't understand why you can't just use your damn magic to heal me."

"I already told you," there were sounds of the nurse and Serlas both helping him back into his bed, "dragon's fire is its own form of powerful magic. It is extremely difficult to heal the burns with restoration alone, if you wish to heal you will need the ointment - ah Magrob, tell me, how are you feeling today?"

"Was fine until the damn nord woke me up," Magrob replied groggily.

Serlas said, "Yes, well, Bishop will learn to tolerate his treatment and be quiet about it for the sake of the others, won't you Bishop?"

He spoke in a scolding tone of voice and Rona could practically hear Bishop rolling his eyes over the divider. She shook her head, smiling lightly and closed her eyes, glad they were alright.

Then she made to sit up, but fell right back on her pillow. She was incredibly weak and her whole body ached. She looked over herself, she was still wearing her poor tattered and torn dress. Typical. Be invited to a beautiful Ball, have the most romantic night of her life, then be Dragonborn and, naturally, get attacked by dragons. Ruin beautiful one-of-a-kind dress and entire evening, rinse and repeat.