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Marriage to the Dragonborn	By : cisdesir Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 7854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He remembered it clearly. The day he'd inexplicably found himself engaged to the Dragonborn who was also his Harbinger. Freya Dragonbane had worn that amulet. They were riding back to Jorrvaskr after clearing out a cache of the Silver Hand in retaliation of Kodlak Whitemane's death. Something glinted off against her leather armor. Something quite shiny. He glanced over curiously and saw that it was - "An Amulet of Mara. You're looking for marriage, then?"
Freya met his eyes and smirked. Her blonde hair, matted and wet from the drizzling rain, stuck to her face. "Interested in me, are you?"
Something unknown stirred in him. The words tumbled out of his mouth inexplicably. "Won't lie, I am. And you?"
Her smirk grew into a grin. "Won't lie, I am."
She had seemed the most beautiful woman to him at that moment. Her scarred cheek, her sloppily cut hair, the dirt, blood and war paint mixing on her face. Those eyes, clear blue like the waters of Winterhold.
"Then it's settled. You and me." Farkas looked back to the road that stretched beyond them, Whiterun in the distant horizon cloaked in the fog. Freya hummed affirmatively. They didn't say a word until their arrival back home.
They married the following week in Riften with the rest of the Companions in attendance and a few friends of Freya. They kissed for the first time, under the eyes of Mara. Everyone had congratulated him at settling down with the Harbinger herself. They celebrated and drank mead until it grew late and it was time to wrap up. He nervously stood outside the chapel with Freya.
"Married life. It isn't what I thought it would be, but I'm happy. Where should we live? You could always live with me." Farkas felt immediately foolish. Of course they were going to live at Jorrvaskr.
"Make your way to Falkreath. I've purchased Lakeview Manor. We're going to live there."
"Oh… I see. Shall we travel there together or get a room at the Bee and the Barb?" Freya shook her head. "I must leave tonight. Alone. I will see you there."
Farkas paused and looked at her. Her face was neutral. What business did she have? "I'll see you at home, then."
He barely saw her. He could count on one hand the times he'd seen her at home.
Farkas sat down in front of the fire, sipping mead, still clad in his armor. He had spent the day improving his weapons and armor at the forge outside Lakeview Manor, and was covered in soot. His thoughts wandered through his decision about marrying Freya Dragonbane, the Dragonborn, and his Harbinger. This marriage so far had brought him a lot of loneliness and took him away from his beloved Jorrvaskr.
Surely Freya wouldn't mind if he returned to Jorrvaskr for good (she did own Breezehome at Whiterun after all, and it was being minded after by the Housecarl Lydia), it was only a half-day trip away, but he was determined to fulfill his duties as her husband. Her husband... Even though their ceremony was months past, it still felt strange to regard his Harbinger in that light. Maybe because Freya rarely stayed at Lakeview Manor for any stretch of time and when she did rest at home, couriers were beating her door down with requests from this Jarl, that Jarl, this organization, that organization.
Even now, with her gone, Farkas had grown accustomed to receiving letters in her behalf and then dispatching some urgent requests to the Companions in Whiterun. That was a perk he liked, because he would make the trips himself and sometimes even join in on the missions. It usually cheered him up to be fighting among his shield-brothers and shield-sisters. But the worst part about his loneliness was going to bed alone. Sure, Freya hired a carriage driver, a steward, and even a bard to take care of his entertainment... But he didn't sleep with any of them. He could have, though. The thought may have crossed his mind occasionally.
Sometimes he had to ask himself what if Freya expected him to... take company while she was gone? It did seem rather suspicious that save for the carriage driver, the residents of Lakeview Manor were women- even the Housecarl. Freya had also gone to uncharacteristic trouble replacing their initial male bard offered by the Jarl with a female from distant Dawnstar that had a particularly skimpy wardrobe. Her claims were that a woman played instruments and sang better, but he had to wonder.
Stories about adventurers traipsing all over Skyrim often mentioned that they took their companions on as lovers at times, and it seemed to be fact. When Farkas was an eligible bachelor, he bedded women often- regardless of their marital status, and often took opportunity of his status as part of the Circle in the Companions to impress female whelps. He often enjoyed those whelps when taking them along missions; it was an open secret that adventurers often enjoyed their companions and he made sure to take every chance to get a naked woman into his bed. If they were willing, so was he.
But he couldn't shake his traditional belief that marriage meant only monogamy. To him, that meant commitment and loyalty- so he did not take on lovers, despite the fact that the women of the house often seemed to undress him with their eyes. It didn't help that every time Freya visited, she had a different - always male - companion with her. Sometimes a sellsword, sometimes Farkas, sometimes someone from one of her unsavory connections. And they seemed awfully familiar with each other. He reasoned that constantly saving each other's lives will create a sort of familiarity, but his jealousy mounted with each visit. And Freya didn't seem all that interested in making love. Actually, that had yet to happen. The reality was that Freya always arrived home exhausted and would collapse into bed, bloody and sweaty. Farkas would take off her armor, lift her into a bath and wash her clean. Then in a few days, she would be gone again. He felt bitter about that, because it was the one aspect of their marriage he was looking to savor the most. It seemed that they had differing ideas about why they married each other, and that disappointed him.
Out of the on-duty Housecarl, the steward, and the bard it was the steward Farkas had difficulty maintaining an appropriate distance. This woman had a full figure from what he could see underneath her armor. Armor wearing women who could handle a sword always made his heart skip. Even better if they had luscious lips and light hair and eyes, which she had. For some reason, Freya offered the position to her Solitude Housecarl, known as Jordis the Sword-Maiden. When Farkas questioned her, she explained that having three fighters (two Housecarls and a Companion) around would make Lakeview Manor incredibly safe against bandits, dragons, and the wilderness that shrouded the sprawling manor. Farkas found her an odd choice for a steward, and even more odder that she accepted the offer- if it was him, he would consider it a demotion to be now reduced to making special orders, to running the household rather than be tasked with protection of a magnificent Manor right in Solitude, with plenty to see and do. That manor sat empty now, collecting cobwebs. It was a shame... As if on cue, Jordis walked through the sitting room and greeted him formally when she noticed him.
"Take a seat Jordis." Farkas requested, however it sounded like a command coming out of his mouth. She took the seat next to him.
"What were the reasons Freya had for offering you a simple steward position?" Jordis furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Farkas directly. "I'm not sure I understand the nature of your question, but I was honored that my Thane thought me fit to run a manor with dozens of responsibilities."
"I'm sure you were, Housecarl, but isn't Solitude a more suitable base than here, in the wilderness? With the dragon attacks?" Farkas cocked an eyebrow. Jordis pursed her lips as she thought on it. "No, when my Thane asked me to come steward Lakeview Manor, I thought it would be a challenge. And it has been. Not to mention, Falkreath is making nicer company than... the gossip of Solitude. I feel less lonely here, although I think, well I shouldn't mention it." Farkas raised his chin and nodded curtly for her to continue. "Well I think Rayya feels threatened to have me here. Perhaps she worries I am here to replace her. She needn't, though. My Thane has never requested my services- I think she's just not that way-" Jordis snapped her mouth shut but it was too late. Farkas bristled in his seat and leaned forward. "She's not that way? What's that way? Tell me, Housecarl. Do you know something about her I don't?"
Jordis the Sword-Maiden's jaw tightened as she squirmed slightly in her seat. "Sire, it is not my intention to hurt you or to keep secrets."
"To hell with feelings, out with it!"
"It's just that... my Thane prefers male companions." She sighed. "I thought you knew."
Farkas leaned back in his seat, and took a swig from his tankard. The beer was now warm and the fire had died down to ashes. The warm mead traveled through his body, enhancing the fuzzy feeling in his head and he felt mellow. "I see." He muttered after a long pause. "I wouldn't say we've discussed this over dinner. You may go now." He stood up before Jordis could and walked to his bedroom. His door swung shut as Jordis got to her feet.
She climbed up the stairs and stood in her bedroom, methodically taking off her armor and placing it into a neat heap next to her wardrobe. The Sword-Maiden changed into her sleeping clothes, and climbed into her double bed. She muttered to herself. "Bloody hell. Should have just said the sleeping arrangements were a vast upgrade compared to Proudspire and left it at that!"
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