Skyrim One Shot

A pleasant smile curled onto your lips as you saw your cabin amongst the nearby forest. As a home that you had worked so hard to build to provide your family a perfect home and safety from all of the evils that Skyrim held, you were fond of seeing it again. Even though your blood, sweat and tears had gone into your home, you very rarely ever got to see it, let alone the occupants inside.

You swung open the door, to the smell of freshly cooked food seeping throughout the house. You allowed your nose to lead you to the cast iron pot hanging by the fire. Dipping the ladle in, you scooped out some of the stew that simmered in side, drinking it with great joy. Certainly, you missed your family, but you missed your wife's cooking terribly as well. The stew warmed you through, something that had lacked whilst traversing Skyrim.

The door behind you opened, but you hadn't heard the movement until your wife gasped loudly. You shot around to see Ysolda in the doorway, arms filled with a mixture of her own and your daughters clothing. She discarded the laundry onto the floor, rushing to you. Her arms flung around you, as you steadied her and pressed your lips to hers.

Of course, you loved travelling and fighting for those who could not fight for themselves, but it did hurt your heart to not have your wife and daughter around you.

"I did not think that you were to be home for several moons," she smiled happily. "Your face? Who caused you such an injury?"

You gave her a reassuring smile to let her know that you were not as bad off as you looked.

"I did not need to travel as far as I first believed. The bandit camp was far easier to clear out than they usually are, and I was able to catch a carriage to Falkreath and their camp wasn't too far from there," you explained.

"Do not ignore the matter of your injury," Ysolda said firmly.

"It looks worse than it is. The bandit leader caught me off guard and hit me with his dagger, there is no real damage and he certainly didn't come out as well off," you laughed.

She gave you a disapproving glare as she allowed her thumb to trace the scar on your cheek. It certainly wasn't your first scar and you doubted it would be your last, but anything was worth knowing the good you had done.

"I do miss you when you are away, it tears me apart not knowing what has come of you, but it would be wrong for me to ask you to stay here and not assist all of those that you do help."

You kissed her forehead lovingly.

"I have always promised you that I will come home to you, nothing shall ever stop that," you smiled. "Now where is our daughter?"

"She's off by the creek with that little fox she has befriended. Lucia has missed you, she's been picking you flowers and leaving them in a basket in her room for you," Ysolda commented. "I shall call her home now to see you."

Shaking your head, you rested a hand on her arm gently, to stop her from leaving the home to shout your daughter back.

"Do not disturb her, my love. Allow her to play whilst the sun shines, she shall not wish to be cooped up in here until morning."

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Written by Charlotte.

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