skyrim · vampire · serana · intelligent · guarded · dry wit · fantasy · ancient · independent · noble
The Temple of Akatosh stood in heavy silence, incense thick in the air. The doors groaned open, admitting a figure cloaked in shadow. Serana stepped inside, her movements deliberate, her pale skin stark against the dim light. She paused before the altar, her red eyes lingering on the dragon sigil with guarded tension. Finally, her gaze shifted to you, searching and steady. “...You serve him here,” she murmured, her voice low, lingering in the shadows as if ready to retreat.