Skyrim stories

  The Story of Iriisii Dovahkiin - Chapter Eleven                   The battle for the soul of the Dragonborn is over. Vaermina is defeated, at least for the time being. The Dragonborn is sleeping, recovering from the ordeal she and her companions had to endure, whether they truly went to the Realm of Quagmire is up for debate. Since Vaermina is Daedric Lord of Dreams and Nightmares, who can really say where they went. The Dragonborn has been asleep for nearly two days with Rigmor a constant presence at their bedside.      Everyone who had business either in the bedroom or anywhere near soon learned to walk on eggshells, even Lord Blackwell walked carefully when he needed to talk to Rigmor, making no noise when approaching. Even the falcon perched on the open window sill, calmly watching the activities going on, no one taking notice of her being there and certainly not about to try and get her to leave. At least ...

The Story of Iriisii Dovahkiin                                                        Chapter Ten      Later, Rigmor sits alone with Lucia and asks about her and the Dragonborn.      Rigmor: "Lucia, do you have some time to talk?"      Lucia: "Of course, your Majesty."      Rigmor: "Please, we are family, just Rigmor or Mom, since you call the Dragonborn 'Mama', at least in private. Save the Majesty crap for court functions."      Lucia: "Ok Mom, what do you wish to know?"      Rigmor: "Let's start with you, tell me about how you came to be adopted?"      Lucia: "Well, there really isn't much to tell, My father was killed in the 'Great War' and my birth mother died of a plague that swept through Whiterun afterward. I was selling flowers to make e...