A Daedra's Minion

Chapter 2

Sylvi groaned as she awoke to find herself on a hard bed. The wound where the arrow had pierced her chest no longer ached with a searing pain. Now it had faded to a dull throb. She placed a hand over the wound and was surprised to find that her heart was still beating strong. As the Imperial looked around the room the silence became more prominent. The room was made of high stone walls and chilling stone tiles on the floor. The decor was limited but enough to make the room feel somewhat comfortable. A small fire on the other side of the room kept the area warm and illuminated. A dog lay sleeping before the fireplace, curled up in a large furry ball and breathing calmly. Its ears poked up as Sylvi got up out of the bed and made her way over. 

She knelt down and pet it's head, "Hey, Barbs."

Barbas sat up and yawned, his tail wagging as he looked at the Imperial, "You're up!"

"Were you watching over me like a good dog?" Sylvi chuckled before standing to leave the room.

"Clavicus told me to stay and make sure you were okay." Barbas said as he trotted after the Imperial, "Don't tell him I said that though. I don't think he'd like people knowing he cares sometimes."

Sylvi made her way through the castle as she tried to locate the Daedric Prince. Her eyes lit up as a heavy door opened in another room making just enough noise to catch her attention. She pushed open another door to see a Daedric Prince standing before her, though this wasn't the one she was looking for. Her eyes widened as she took a step away from the creature. He was tall and intimidating. His hands were claws and he had cloven hooves for feet. A pair of horns curved menacingly from his head and his blood red eyes bore into the small Imperial. 

Sylvi took another step back as she heard Barbas run off, "Molag..."

The Daedric Prince smirked wryly, "How perceptive. So... Clavicus chose you as his minion?" His hand reached out at her throat, "I wonder why, of all the weak mortals of Nirn, he chose you... Small Companion, rogue mage..." He grinned darkly revealing sharp teeth, "Perhaps I could use you-" He paused as another figure grabbed his wrist and yanked it away from the Imperial. Molag Bal straightened up and cast a blank stare at Clavicus Vile, who now stood between him and the Imperial.

Clavicus narrowed his eyes, "The Imperial is mine."

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to share?" Molag smirked down at the smaller Prince before shrugging, "Doesn't matter. She's too weak for my tastes, not nearly enough bloodlust."

"Barbas. Take Sylvi to the kitchen." Clavicus said, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Barbas wasted no time biting the edge of Sylvi's pants and tugging her into another room down the hall.

Sylvi sat at the table, chills still running down her spine from meeting Molag Bal. Barbas whined softly as he curled up by her feet. After a few moments a door slammed shut with enough force to make the Imperial and dog jump. 

Clavicus entered the room and looked at Sylvi, "He didn't touch you, did he?" She shook her head back and forth quickly. "Don't ever go near him without me around, do I make myself clear?" She nodded. "Good." He looked at Barbas, "Brilliant work protecting the girl."

Sylvi cut in quickly, "So... Am I stuck here?"

Clavicus arched a brow, "You can leave whenever you want. What, got a meeting with daddy Kodlak and the wolves?"

Sylvi looked at the ground, "Kodlak was killed a few months back... Before Alduin was defeated. The Silver Hand got to him..." She fidgeted with the bracer on her left wrist, "He sent me on a mission and I wasn't there to protect him..."