Epilogue

The sun had set but the celebrations were still going on throughout Riften. The sounds of revelry came from every tavern, every inn, every brothel, and every home. Daenerys left the Mistveil Manor to return to the Dragonguard at the Forgotten Hole. The Law-Giver brothers had each other. She both needed and wanted to celebrate with her Dragonguard. She would worry about tomorrow's problems when tomorrow came. She had circulated through the crowd twice, trying to at least acknowledge everyone. She kept a drink in her hand so more weren't forced on her, but she was still a little beyond pleasantly tipsy and approaching drunk. She took a seat for a moment to just relax and take in the celebration. She hadn't forgotten Raina, Aana, or Aringoth, but she had reached a place where she could acknowledge that this had been a victory despite their loss. The Thieves' Guild and the Black-Briars were both destroyed, and the Dragonguard now had the backing of another jarl. That was a very good thing for the future of the Dragonguard.

Barbas suddenly gave a low warning growl.

A man plopped down in a chair beside her. He was a young man, a Breton by appearance, and beautiful in a manly way. Although it was hard to say why. She usually preferred men with more muscles. It wasn't his wavy brown hair, and it certainly wasn't his bloodshot eyes. He just had a presence about him. Despite his unassuming physique, something about him said powerful and dangerous.

"Ah Riften, I haven't been here in ages, but they do know how to throw a party, and they take their drinking seriously." He smiled at her. "Hey, you look like someone who can hold their liquor. How about a friendly contest?"

Daenerys sat up straighter. Not because of his words. Because of the language he used. He was speaking Valyrian with a drunken slur. "Where did you learn that language?"

Barbas barked.

Daenerys frowned. Why hadn't she understood Barbas? She gave herself a shake, but her thoughts were muddled by too much wine. "Who are you? What kind of contest?"

"Ooh, you like questions. That's cute." He waved a flagon around sloshing some mead onto the floor. "I'll make you deal. Go three rounds with me, and I'll answer three questions. Any three questions you like. True answers."

Barbas barked again.

Who, or what was this man? He did not feel like Clavicus Vile or like Paar-Thur-Nax, but there was a palpable sense of power. "That's it? Go three rounds with you, and you'll answer three questions?"

"Yes, three questions. Hey, I'll even throw in a nifty staff."

"I'm interested in answers, not your cock," scoffed Daenerys. Yes, he was attractive, but she did not just jump into any guy's bed.

He burst out laughing and handed her a drink that he'd gotten from somewhere. "Not that kind of staff, but if you want, I can set you up with this guy I know. I think you'd like him." He had another drink in his hand. "Bottoms up."

.oOo.

End Book 2

Dovah Queen, Dragonborn Champion

The saga of Daenerys Targaryen in Tamriel will continue.

Author's Note

I'd like to thank all my readers at this time. This one has been a longer ride than I expected. I thought the Riften arc would take a couple of chapters, but it turned into thirteen chapters to cover just two days worth of events. I think I really grew as a writer in the process. Writing conflict that revolves around combat is easy. Writing political conflict is hard. I think I could do better starting over and trim off some unimportant events, but all-in-all I'm satisfied with the results and I'm going to keep moving forward.

I know you're probably all curious about when the next book will open. I've plotted ahead multiple chapters and I have part of a Prologue done. As I'm out-of-work due to COVID, I have more time to write and I hope to get it open within a week, but it might two weeks as I won't open until I am at least have chapter one drafted as well. I won't post on this thread, so you need to follow me as an author or check back into my page occasionally to see when the new story is posted.

I'm trying to write this story so that knowledge of Skyrim is not required. Those of you not familiar with Skyrim have probably guessed that there is something more going in the epilogue. It's related to a famous Skyrim quest called "A Night to Remember" loosely stolen from the plot of the movie "The Hangover". I will fill in details in chapter one. That will come after the prologue which will be told from Sofija's point of view.

I'd also like to thank my betas at this time. Grigori on SpaceBattles and Rattatatouille on Sufficient Velocity have both been a tremendous help to me in finding errors in grammar, logic, and especially my awful tendency to get names wrong. Big thanks for them.