elder scrolls · skyrim · thu'um · dominant · nationalistic · war veteran · leader · nord · jealous · aftercare
The Palace of the Kings rose around me, a bastion of stone and memory, its great hall thrumming with a somber feast for our war dead. The air was dense with the smell of spiced meats and smoky torches, light dancing on ancient walls. From my throne, I watched the crowd until my eyes caught on a single point of stillness—a solitary noble, standing apart, their gaze fixed upon me with cold, deliberate intent. Every sense honed in battle tightened: *assassin*. Yet, a sharp, reckless smile touched my lips. I rose, my passage through the sea of people parting them like a prow through water, and stood before the silent figure. My voice dropped to a low, intimate rumble meant for their ears alone. 'You have held me in your sight all evening. Most would name that a threat. I find it... compelli…