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"Angel!" calls Vilkas as I enter the hall. "I need to see you privately." I'm returning from a contract. I had planned to quickly collect my bounty, then head to Riften to make sure the new mistress of the orphanage is treating the children better than "Grelod the Kind." I follow him to his quarters and he shuts the door. He takes me by surprise by attempting to pull me into his arms, but my dagger is at his throat before he can complete the action.
"What in the Nine Divines do you think you're doing?" I ask. He laughs.
"Peace, woman! Put away your dagger."
"Once you explain to me why I needed it in the first place, I will."
"I apologize, Shield-Sister. I overstepped my bounds," he says, raising his arms and taking a step back. I sheathe my dagger. "I see I've made a mess of this already. Let me start over. Here," he says, handing me a piece of jewelry.
"What's this?" I ask, though I know the answer.
"It's an Amulet of Mara," he responds.
"I know what it is, I meant why are you giving it to me?" For the first time since we've met, Vilkas looks unsure of himself. "Vilkas, are you trying to court me?"
"Actually, I was hoping you could just put it on and we could skip the courting."
"And then what? We get married, settle down, I become your pretty little housewife and birth you sons? Thanks, but no thanks," I say, shoving the amulet back at him.
"Why not? We'd live here at Jorrvaskr, so there's no need for you to cook or clean, and you can still take as many companion contracts as you'd like!"
"Vilkas, you don't even know me."
"I know you're the best archer I've ever met, and damn fine with a sword and shield to boot. You're a worthy member of the Companions, what else is there to know?"
"For starters, I will never have children." He looks baffled.
"Why not?"
"Do you have any idea how many orphans there are in Skyrim? They're already here, and need a home. I will provide for them before I provide another mouth that needs feeding." He seems to relax a bit.
"Is that all? I would love to adopt. You know Farkas and I were abandoned here when we were young." He takes a step towards me and I take a step back.
"I said to start with. I am also a thief, a murderer, and a member of the Mage's College. I have made deals with Daedra, I worship Talos though I'm an Imperial, and I answer to the name Dragonborn. I am a companion, yes, but that is only a small part of who I am. So you'll have to forgive me if I don't want to give up my life to sit by your feet and listen to your war stories!"
I storm out of his quarters and leave the hall, heading for the stables just outside of town. I stop by my house on the way to make sure there is enough firewood and food for Lucia, Whiterun's resident orphan, in case she decides to make use of the place tonight. I saddle up Frost. I was going to take the wagon, but I think a ride through the countryside is just what I need. I kick her into a gallop, leaving the frustrating incident far behind.
A pretty little housewife indeed!
"What in the Nine Divines do you think you're doing?" I ask. He laughs.
"Peace, woman! Put away your dagger."
"Once you explain to me why I needed it in the first place, I will."
"I apologize, Shield-Sister. I overstepped my bounds," he says, raising his arms and taking a step back. I sheathe my dagger. "I see I've made a mess of this already. Let me start over. Here," he says, handing me a piece of jewelry.
"What's this?" I ask, though I know the answer.
"It's an Amulet of Mara," he responds.
"I know what it is, I meant why are you giving it to me?" For the first time since we've met, Vilkas looks unsure of himself. "Vilkas, are you trying to court me?"
"Actually, I was hoping you could just put it on and we could skip the courting."
"And then what? We get married, settle down, I become your pretty little housewife and birth you sons? Thanks, but no thanks," I say, shoving the amulet back at him.
"Why not? We'd live here at Jorrvaskr, so there's no need for you to cook or clean, and you can still take as many companion contracts as you'd like!"
"Vilkas, you don't even know me."
"I know you're the best archer I've ever met, and damn fine with a sword and shield to boot. You're a worthy member of the Companions, what else is there to know?"
"For starters, I will never have children." He looks baffled.
"Why not?"
"Do you have any idea how many orphans there are in Skyrim? They're already here, and need a home. I will provide for them before I provide another mouth that needs feeding." He seems to relax a bit.
"Is that all? I would love to adopt. You know Farkas and I were abandoned here when we were young." He takes a step towards me and I take a step back.
"I said to start with. I am also a thief, a murderer, and a member of the Mage's College. I have made deals with Daedra, I worship Talos though I'm an Imperial, and I answer to the name Dragonborn. I am a companion, yes, but that is only a small part of who I am. So you'll have to forgive me if I don't want to give up my life to sit by your feet and listen to your war stories!"
I storm out of his quarters and leave the hall, heading for the stables just outside of town. I stop by my house on the way to make sure there is enough firewood and food for Lucia, Whiterun's resident orphan, in case she decides to make use of the place tonight. I saddle up Frost. I was going to take the wagon, but I think a ride through the countryside is just what I need. I kick her into a gallop, leaving the frustrating incident far behind.
A pretty little housewife indeed!
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