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They call it Dragonsreach

Joyous,
Pleasant smells of mead and Bread was the suspect of my awakening. Only slightly as my eyes fluttered open and regained focus could I realize that I had not joined death.
Finger by finger I recovered from the
Cold I last laid in to find fur, a bed.
I was laying on a bed,
I remember not how I came to lay on a bed nor do I remember how I was placed.
However I do remember the cold, how I had witnessed my supposed final snow fall and nearly fluttered away into Mother winter's arms.
Yet here I am, slowly regaining vision and hearing. I attempted to rise out of the bed but let out a gritted grunt from my teeth as a sharp
Pain surged through my lower stomach to my chest.
Ah, right.
I was injured. Surely it was fatal but I assume whomever placed me here must have tended to my wound.
"Oh joy, you're finally awake, now now don't move in such a haste. I will alert the Jarl of your recovery" a woman-
Had she been in the room with me the whole time? I cannot answer, she dressed in a neatly sewn gown with her hair braided down her back.
I watched as she turned and left with such a rush and danced my eyes around the room to realize it was well furnished,
Well carved dressers and wardrobes made of- mahogany?, fresh scent of bread and sweets and linen so soft I had never felt such texture before.
The windows were made of colored glass that lit up the room with remarkable colors that I couldn't help but feel at peace,
My head fell back to the feather pillow as a soft breath left my body, shutting my eyes and reaching my hands above my face to ease my
Head off of the pain.
"Finally awake, yes?"

My head turned to the door where my eyes opened half way to see where the masculine voice was coming from.
A tall well dressed man in jewels and expensive fur approached my bed with the woman from before by his side,
"Several days you slept, we were close to assuming death had swept you away"
He smiled at me through his blonde beard- yet I have no response to return.
"You have questions no doubt, someone in your place must be confused.
I am Jarl Balgruff of Whiterun, my troops found you to be the only survivor of a supposed attack just south from my city.
You were brought here for recovery"
He explained.
His voice had a thick accent clearly he was native of-
Ah.. seems I can't remember even the country I live in.

"Whiterun.." I repeated, my gaze dazed and dull to the Jarl,
Seemingly mindless but- I really couldn't process much

"One of the finest cities in all of Skyrim, currently you and I reside in my home. Dragonsreach." He explained. "But, to aid in your recovery we need to be acquainted.
I introduced myself,
Who might you be?"

Ah.
The question I wasn't expecting to hear so suddenly.
I gave him no response except for a blank expression before I turned my gaze back up to the ceiling
"I don't know my name, Nor.. anything of the sort"
My voice was raspy and dry, talking ached and scratched at my throat like sand.
It was painful

"I see."
The Jarl turned to the woman by his side and made a gesture for her to leave,
I didn't see for what- my eyes were seemingly so fixated on the neatly made wood that rested above our heads

"Your memories will return soon I'm sure, for now I would like you to rest and recover and from then on Avennicci my steward will help get you back on your feet"

In no more than a minuet that same woman returned with a tray topped with fresh sliced salmon, Placing it at the bedside near my head as the Jarl left to do- whatever, and aiding me in sitting up.
Gritting my teeth behind my lips as I sat against the bed frame and let out a quivered Breath

"Poor lass.. my husband was in a similar position, worried our children to death." She spoke, such a kind voice..
I looked her in the eyes and gave a raspy thank you and poked at the food on the wooden plate,
Peculiar how hungry I was yet I felt like vomiting my lungs out.

I could tell the woman was in her late forties, perhaps a bit younger but the clear sign of exhaustion rested in her eyes,
"You May not remember your name but it would be rude of me to deny calling you anything.
Please is there any sign of your name you can remember?" She asked with a small smile, her kind eyes met mine as I tried hard to think,
What was my name.
I couldn't recall.. but I didn't want to deny her request, she was very kind to me and the look in her eyes showed that she needed a day of rest,
It'd be rude of me to not make her day a bit simpler.

As quickly as I could I looked around the room in hopes of anything- any small thing could help remind me of who I was,

My head throbbed but anything was bearable than back in the snow.

I looked at the walls for a long period of time, at the dressers, the carpets, the plate, Torches, windows, spoons, forks, the fur on the walls-
The fur,
Fur..
F...
F, the Letter F. My name.. Vaguely but- I felt a small sense of satisfaction at the letter,
My name must have started with an F,
Felicity? No,
Fiona? No,
F-abian, No..

"Fa-" my voice acted without my brain, the kind woman by my bed perked at the improvement

I panicked and came up with the first word I could use to finish the act my voice had so deliberately acted upon.
"Faust"
"My name- My name might have been Faust"
Such a redundant name.
It most certainly was not my name however... it would suffice for the time being

"The pleasure is mine, Miss Faust" the woman smiled and left me on my own.

My name is Faust