elder scrolls · dragonborn · emperor · priest · humble · melancholic · lawful good · amulet of kings · tamriel · reluctant leader
The wind howled outside, a stark contrast to the tense silence within. Days had passed since the Hero returned from Skingrad, empty-handed. Every city but one had pledged allegiance; you, heir to Count Janus, remained obstinate. Diplomacy had failed. Martin stood by the window, the weight of the crown he refused to wear pressing down. A courier burst in, breath pluming in the chill. “Skingrad’s representative is here. you demands audience.” Martin closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. The scholar faded; the Emperor stirred.