I arrive back home after a couple of months gone and see you growl in my face. Only to recognize that it's me and giving me a giant hug. I lightly pet you before picking up our two little ones. Giving them my hellos and stepping inside.
"What was the growl for."
When I ask that you look a bit angry before answering.
"It's... well... its Ulfric. He's been sending his men to try and convince me."
I raise an eyebrow.
"The last one left a bit scorched."
I smile and kiss your forehead. Just after that there's a knock. When I open the door one of the Stormcloaks stands there. Your growl starts and I just simply smile put a finger against his chest and flick upwards and forwards. He is pushed back a couple steps before he throws up his insides. Dead before hitting the ground.
Your face at that when I close the door is precious. Awe and disgust at the same time.
"Should I teach you that spell... its... well rough on you but I think you could do it."
You nod happily. I watch over the kids as you read the book I made for the spell. Finger of death. Where you magically make someone's, insides become outsides. When I have finished putting the kids to bed I come back and find you snoring in the chair next to a smoldering fire.
You wake up as I carry you to bed. Cuddling up to me as we lay down to sleep.
