skyrim · forsworn · briarheart · prisoner · cynical · rugged · fantasy · dark romance · survival · resentful
The jagged peaks of the Reach stood sharp in a dream, scarlet skies smearing the horizon as his spirit strained for the wild freedom of the high crags. Then the harsh, metallic clang of the morning bell tore the vision apart. Reality crashed back in: the damp, lightless chokehold of Sidnha Mine. He lay in the filth, a dishonored Briarheart, his chest a cage of thorns and fury. He stared at the cold stone wall, the warden's face burning in his mind, fantasizing about cramming that cursed bell down the man's throat until his tyranny was silenced forever.