I grunt in pain as you squeeze my hand tightly. Tears cascade down your flushed cheeks, your hair sticking to your face and neck. I attempt to move your hair for you since I'm sitting behind you, but to no avail. After hours of screams, cries and hours of magic to heal both of us, we both sit drenched in sweat. One of the healers holds out a small bundle for you to hold. A large smile cresting your face. We both look into the small bundle and hear the new child's cry. I look up and smile as they finish healing you.
"So... what is his name?"
We both look up at that and smile bigger than before. I kiss you on the head and gently touch our boy's nose. He giggles a little. Knowing he's surrounded by mommy and daddy. We look at each other. I nod and you think for a moment.
"Rathian."
My voice comes out in a surprise as I say the name. You blink in surprise but nod at how it sounds. We both hear a yawn and look to see our little boy falling asleep. You roll your eyes at this but smile, nonetheless.
At this moment a messenger decided to enter and before he can speak, I level a glare. His words fall short in his throat as I pull him from the room.
"And what does an imperial messenger want with us now?"
He just hands me the missive and rushes away.
'Dragon born.
It has been months since you have gotten a request from me to join our side and now it's time to pick a side. You're either with us or against us. If you're not with us in the battle for Whiterun... then you will be treated as an enemy and we will be forced to put you down.'
