Well, I did kill the Emperor after all.
I think I need to burn the journal. Like that would be enough.
This part is hard to explain. After that terrifying night when Astrid burned herself alive, I got lost. I wandered endless days in forests, plains, hills, villages. All had ended, there was no light shining through the darkness. I knew there would be nothing to erase memories, my actions, wrong decisions. HOW did a merchant like myself end up like this?!
But as the time moved on, the memories started to fade, pain and horror moved farther away, new thoughts replaced the distorted ones.
I finally drifted to Whiterun. And by an accident - can it be - I collapsed on the same table with Amaunt Motierre. I didn’t know who he was, but he knew me and had work for me: the contract that had failed tremendously was still on. Before I managed to close my ears, he said the price.
And that was when I saw my future opening.
Right there in front of my eyes: my way to Solitude, to wealth and appreciation. I could be rescued from the life spend in trees, life of common folk, after all! What a fantastic road opened for me, the road leading to Imperial City, eventually, as a riches man of Skyrim! I certainly didn’t want to kill his Majesty nor did I meant to, but this road was glimmering in gold ahead me, and I wanted to follow it just a little further.
So I travelled to Solitude docks, escaped the eyes of the guards and threw myself to murky water. I slipped into His ship and dispatched the obstacles easily. I was getting quite good in this. Guards were extremely incoherent in their actions, and couldn’t overcome my game.The only moment of doubt was when I was facing two higher rank soldiers.
- Look out, Avidius, the older imperial cried.
I instinctively glanced behind me. That was silly, I know, but how could I know he was talking to that bulk headed redguard, who almost managed to split my skull with his war axe. A redguard called Avidius..how stupid.
Soon after I opened the last door, and saw Him standing on the other side of the room in all his glory. I gasped. I couldn’t believe my luck to be in the same room with the eminent Emperor himself!
He greeted me. I was too dazzled at the moment I barely muttered the formal greeting. And he spoke to me.
- I know why you are here. I knew they were fools trying to trick Dark Brotherhood. And I know it is my destiny to die by your hand.
- But your Majesty, I grunted awkwardly.
He didn’t listen, he went on.
- But before the inescapable, I wish you to think of him, who made you do this.
Something there faintly hurt my ear.
- What do you mean? It was me who did all this, I whispered.
- I mean the man who put you up for this, the one who is behind of all this, the one that masterminded the assassination. I believe his intentions...
- What are you saying? You don’t think I’m mer enough to decide my own path? That anyone can steer my mind?
- No no, that’s not what I meant, he startled, I meant you should consider...
The excitement and the thrill were too much for me. Something in my mind just went of the track.
- Just to let you know, I screamed wildly, I’m excellent in many ways, so don’t you insult my intelligence! You think you’re so smart, but you are just annoying man who thinks he’s SOOO much better than everybody else! Just to let you know, I am a lot better than you!
And I raised my bow. It was all over very quickly.
It felt awfully weird to slip away from the ship, but now when I think of it, I think he was quite arrogant. He got what he deserved. No less. It was his time to face the destiny. He said it himself.
Did I say I need to burn this journal? I do. Well, all that happened more than three months ago. A lot of other prominent things have occurred afterwards. Obviously, I’m living in Solitude now, in a great house called Proudspire Manor. It is huge, visibly valuable and it has a lovely view to the ocean. Getting the permission to purchase it is another story of its own. I thought Laila Law-Giver of Riften was unreasonable with her demands, but that’s nothing compared to what I got against from Elisif! She wanted to me to erase some wrinkled ghost queen, which included lots of conjurers and necromancers to deal with. Luckily it turned out that Iona, my housecarl in Riften, was quite a fighter: without her help my condition might be significantly worse.
But there’s more to come. I’m married! With my lovely wife Muiri of Markarth. I got to know her during my business in Brotherhood. We both have a dark past that we want to leave behind, and we are more than ready for a new beginning. She has already set up a fine alchemy shop, and with my money and her skills in commerce, we can drive old Angeline out of business in no time!
And this is the last, lengthy page of my journal. The long story of Bosmer in Skyrim that should mostly be undone, if it was in my power. Though there are some highlights I don’t want to give away. We are planning to move to Imperial City, but as we have made some useful friends and prestige here, we’ll stay a while - who knows, maybe I join the Legion, that would make some handy connections... Not too long, though, I don’t need Skyrim growing on me any further!
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