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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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In a few moments, he was back inside his real home, Jorrvaskr. Aela quickly greeted him and they sat down with a few other Companions off to the side. Vilkas showed up shortly with a pile of paperwork. All the Companions fell into easy, familiar chatter. Farkas really loved being back home. It just felt right, being among those who appreciated him and who also had the same values. They were truly family. They didn't trick him. They sent him letters.
He was exasperated to find that, during dinnertime, the conversation had steered back to his wife. To be fair, back to their Harbinger. They mentioned what Ysolda had already- that the Dragonborn was banned from Windhelm due to her neutrality. Which was a joke of course, Freya seemed to have an affinity for siding with various factions throughout Skyrim.
She had quickly joined the Companions after slaying that dragon near Whiterun when she first arrived. That gave her a bit of fame and washed away any doubts about her being a Stormcloak rebel or a thief when she escaped the execution scheduled in Helgen. Then in a few months the Dragonborn was revealed, songs were written about her and she won over every Jarl in each hold in no time. But it seems that the Stormcloak uprising could potentially tarnish her golden reputation.
A few of the Companions praised Freya's decision- it was usually the general opinion that Companions remain neutral on the most part and only deal with public threat. However, some conservative Companions considered the Almeri Dominion to be a public threat and felt Freya had responsibility to lend immediate assistance to the Jarl of Windhelm.
So as they downed mead, meat, bread, and vegetables, the table had a heated discussion about what their Harbinger should hypothetically do about the brewing civil war. Farkas was pretty irked but he remained quiet, eating and listening. He was the first to excuse himself, and seeing everyone was still engrossed in discussion he mumbled a general goodbye and went outside. It was dark and cool, and he made for Breezehome.
Both women greeted him congenially as he entered the main room. Lydia brought him milk and sweets, and they sat down to briefly visit. Jordis notified Farkas of her success selling all of her wares and Farkas shared that he managed to sell his suit of armor to Ulfberth War-Bear next door at Warmaiden's, first thing in the morning. He didn't share any news about his dismal visit with Carlotta, or Ysolda's sweet roll, or the topic of conversation at Jorrvaskr. So it was only the third day in Whiterun and all of their errands were complete.
"The Thane told me that she has a contact in Markarth, a silversmith that often has a fat purse and will buy almost anything. His name is Endon I think? Last time she was here, she left me a chest full of things to sell to him. I haven't gotten around to it, until now. I'm not much for Markarth and was wondering if you wanted to accompany me after we finish our stay in Whiterun, or I can hire a guard for the caravan." Jordis looked up expectantly from her plate as she finished her proposal.
Farkas winced when he heard the town Jordis was planning on visiting. "Not fond of Markarth. They're not fond of me either." Lydia took a swallow of her drink and smirked. "What happened? Care to share with the audience?"
Farkas rolled his eyes. "It's honestly an extremely long story. Short version: I was messed up after an former girlfriend, took all of my gold and went on a vacation to Markarth. Got permanently drunk, threw out all my honor and morals. Put my dick in all the wrong holes. Pissed off a whole bunch of people...Fled, fearing for my life. Almost got forced into retirement by the Companions... and there's actually no such thing."
"That girlfriend- was it the widow Valentia?" Lydia questioned with a deliberate look. He nodded. Jordis raised an eyebrow. She didn't really know everyone in Whiterun, nor did she know the gossip or history of that town. She was learning though, little by little with every errand visit. Lydia glanced at Jordis. "Carlotta. She sells the vegetables and fruit up in Market District. Has that young daughter who helps out." Jordis nodded n recognition. "Man, that was probably a decade ago. Do you think Markarth keeps record that long?" Lydia asked. Farkas shrugged. "Not the guards, the citizens."
"Citizens? Who the hell did you sleep with? The Silver-Blood matriarch or something?" Lydia laughed.
Farkas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No, you didn't!" Lydia gasped, looking genuinely shocked. Jordis also leaned forward in surprise. "What? Betrid Silver-Blood?" He looked at the floor and tilted his head in affirmation. The women fell back in their seats, taking in the news.
"So, I think you understand why I don't want to go back there."
"Actually... I'm just now remembering a piece of news that I got in the parcel months ago. Do you remember that time Freya came home covered in blood? She only stayed a few days and didn't really talk to any of us before leaving?" Farkas looked up at Jordis.
"Well, I got news that she actually got tangled up in that Forsworn corruption thing over there. You know, the random murders by Forsworn spies, Madanach plotting an escape and what not. Well Freya got thrown in jail for some reason and she escaped with the Forsworn who raided the city. So some people think she's a Forsworn sympathetizer, some don't, you know how it goes." Jordis rambled.
"I did not know that. But what's your point?" Farkas urged.
"Oh yes, pardon me. Anyway I was told she had been investigating in the murders, you know, before she got thrown in jail, and it seems she had some sort of confrontation with the Silver-Bloods in their house, and accidentally outsed their servant as one of the spies. The servant went berserk and here's my point: Betrid Silver-Blood is dead."
Lydia inhaled sharply. "Well, looks like Markarth is safe for you now." She smirked. Farkas was silent, taking in the news- multiple news actually. Windhelm, Freya and the Forsworn, investigating murders, Betrid Silver-Blood. He cursed himself for not following idle gossip and for not reading the parcels containing various news from the other holds. This was why Vilkas became the unofficial Acting Harbinger. Farkas just didn't have a head for current events.
"It's getting late. I'm going to go to bed." Farkas stood up and turned to head up the stairs. He lifted one foot on the first step and paused. "You two should come." The women giggled and glanced at each other.
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