While not canon to my By My Soul trilogy, this takes place between That Part and Hunter.
Thank you, James Goodspeed, for allowing me to use Sarisa Targaryen once again for an insane idea. It was fun writing a drabble in the vein of a cheesy romance book.
JASH
My adventures tended to take me from one end of Skyrim to the other. But during rare times, like the current one, I had time to relax with my husband at one of our properties. Today we were on the balcony located on the second floor of our home at Goldenhills Plantation.
Alex Casey and I were eating a simple dinner as the sun started to set. He was half-way done eating his apple pie while I had devoured yet another loaf of potato bread. The apples in his pie had come from a farmer in Markarth while the potatoes and bread had been grown on the plantation.
"Potatoes aren't that profitable." I mused. "We should replace them with more of my coffee beans. Though it is ours to miss growing potatoes. It is always a joy to come here and cook, after all."
"So you're concerned about profits?" Alex said dryly. "You could stay here for a hundred years and still be the richest man in Skyrim."
"And what should draw my attention besides the crops below us?"
Alex just looked at me. He was a man from the strange world of Earth while I was a Saxhleel that was a native to Tamriel. Besides that difference, I was nearly seven feet while he was five feet seven inches. Yet when he wanted to his eyes could feel intimidating to me.
My husband was right that there was something much more important than crops that should be discussed. A short time ago strangers from a strange land had landed in Windhelm. It had taken my husband's knowledge of Earth for me to identify them. According to him they came from the show Game of Thrones. At least most of them.
Alex had recognized Daenerys Targaryen and Jorah Mormont. Though it had taken him a lot longer to identify the latter. Sarisa Targaryen must not have been on the show or her appearance not as widely known as her mother's. He had heard people get excited about a possible union between Daenerys and Jon Snow that produced a child. But he hadn't heard about the pair not staying together and instead Daenerys choosing Jorah as a husband.
If not for joining a Dungeons and Dragons group, Alex said he wouldn't have remembered anything about the show.
"I don't need the excitement." I admitted. "But I'll have to get involved. Though I think I've done enough with making sure that Drogon is not about to cause more problems than the other dragons."
"High Queen Elisif has requested you." Alex pointed out. "So you'll be leaving soon."
"I don't want to leave you. I want a few weeks more, at least, to worry about nothing more than a farmer would. But our queen calls and it is ours to feel helpless to do anything other than obey."
"So you'll be gone in the morning."
"No, Elisif will have to wait one more day for me to make the journey to Solitude. I'll leave tomorrow night."
A strange look came over my husband's face. No, not strange. The expression only appeared strange because he tended to be stoic. But now there was a teasing expression that hid a nervous one beneath it.
"I'm surprised you haven't called for Odahviing to take you to Solitude." Alex said, his voice kinder than usual.
"And why would I want to be parted from your side?" I asked.
"Because Sarisa is young."
"Youth fades away with time."
"Which means there isn't much time until it's gone."
I smiled at Alex. His heart had been torn wide when his previous marriage had crumbled apart. Yet now he knew with absolute certainty that I would never leave him. Why else would he joke about me having my way with the young Targaryen?
"I'm not joking." Alex said with a stern tone taking over.
"What?" I asked. "You really want me to bed Sarisa? Why?"
"One day you'll finally end up making love to Hircine. How could he resist being the second husband to the youngest Daedric Prince?"
"And here I thought you were a pessimist."
"I am. But I still want to be prepared if you're able to marry him."
"Fine, if I bed Sarisa I will send word of it to you."
SARISA TARGARYEN
"Welcome, Queen Daenerys Targaryen, King Jorah Mormont, and Sarisa Targaryen." Elisif said with a voice only a queen had. "I'm sorry it has taken this long for me to welcome you to Skyrim."
The High Queen sat on her throne as if nothing today bothered her. But my own mother looked like that in the Red Keep and I could tell how tired she got. Elisif hid her tiredness in a different way but it had to still be there. No one could rule and have a good night's sleep.
I had to spend my years of freedom with great abandon so when I finally sat on the Iron Throne, I would have those memories to turn to.
While we had waited for Elisif to find time for us, we had been given every comfort in the Blue Palace and Solitude. But being in the safety of the capital city bored me. Out of any given window I could see vast mountains and land that called out for me to run across it. But no matter how much I begged my parents, they told me to stay inside the city as the wilderness was dangerous.
My father had to point out that while I wasn't defenseless, we weren't yet familiar with this mysterious land. He pointed out that the dragons didn't care what blood ran through my veins. So there wasn't any safety by merely being a Targaryen.
Elisif and my parents were now talking about boring political things. Since I wasn't yet Queen of the Six Kingdoms, I didn't have to pay attention. They would be lenient with me if I missed anything important. So I was free to look around the palace without being scolded.
Everything was not right. But if I started to think how different Skyrim was from Westeros, I would just embarrass myself. My mother would probably say that crying would show people that I was weak. A weak ruler was someone to use without fear of retribution. A weak ruler meant the people you ruled were in grave danger.
Elisif, mother, and father were engrossed in their own conversation. They, like usual, had forgotten about me. So while they had their attention on each other, I had my attention on the lizard-like creature walking with an air of confidence I wished I had. His scales were pure black, his crest a brilliant shade of white, and his horns were a sickly color.
This could only be Jash.
There were rumors about him being the youngest Daedric Prince. Some said he now held more power than the gods themselves and his power rivaled the other Daedric Princes. It was said that the Daedric Princes had refused to sacrifice their power in order to create the world. Thus any Daedric Prince had more power than the gods. But most didn't believe Jash was a Daedric Prince as how could an Argonian achieve such power?
But merely looking at him made me start to believe he was something more than mortal.
Jash was lacking in his clothing. Though why would he want to risk damaging expensive clothing when he could keep such attire in Proudspire Manor, his home in Solitude? Besides, his clothing did nothing to conceal his muscles.
His muscles that managed to show themselves and remain hidden at the same time. He looked scrawny and like he could easily take on a dragon at the same time. Maybe he had dealt with some dragons on his way to the Blue Palace. Jash had grown famous for killing dragons, after all.
"Jash Telvanni," Elisif said and they turned to the Argonian. "How were your travels?"
"Peaceful." Jash replied in a voice that felt like it hypnotized me. "I am sorry for the wait."
"Nonsense. I am well aware of how thinly spread you are across Skyrim. Here is Queen Daenerys Targaryen of Westeros, her husband Jorah Mormont, and her daughter Sarisa Targaryen."
When Jash looked at me briefly I wanted all of his attention. I wanted him to look at me as if there was no one else in existence. If he was the Arch-Mage of Winterhold did that mean I could impress him with a spell? Would a simple fire spell be enough to get his attention?
I opened my hand and focused hard on flames appearing in my hands. One of my teachers had talked about how I needed to feel the essence of whatever I was conjuring. That should be easy for me as my whole bloodline was deeply connected to dragons. But it was so hard!
Finally I was able to focus enough on 'the essence of flames' to conjure a few to the palm of my hand. I grinned and turned to see if Jash noticed me. But he only gave me a brief glance before returning his attention to my parents.
Suddenly the pathetically small flames in my hand seemed to have a mind of their own. I blushed deeply as the flames flew towards Jash. One of my teachers would've been proud of the aim, at least. Before they had the chance of hitting their mark, Jash put up a ward that easily stopped my rogue spell.
Now I had his attention!
Jash looked at me with eyes that must have a life all their own. Was he angry? Did I want him to take me here with everyone watching? Did I want to hide in a corner?
"Sarisa Targaryen," Jash said with a voice that could command me to slay everyone I loved. "You have the hint of talent. If you wish to improve your skills, I'll take you to the College of Winterhold."
"We thank you for the offer, Dragonborn." My mother replied. "But we plan to return to Westeros at the soonest time possible."
I remembered the moment she saw the dragons of this land. Most easily dwarfed Drogon but that wasn't the most remarkable part. They could talk and their voices were more devastating than Drogon's flames. My mother had been able to gain the Iron Throne because she was the only one to have dragons.
In Skyrim dragons were a common sight and Jash had gained fame from killing them.
"I did not mean to imply that I expected Sarisa to stay forever, Daenerys." Jash replied with a small bow. "But I would like to tend the flames of power that are coursing through her veins."
"Do you want that, daughter?" Daenerys asked.
"Yes, mother." I replied and hoped my burning cheeks only existed in my imagination.
Jash gave only a simple nod in response before he left the Blue Palace.
JASH
My horse walked beside Sarisa's at a steady pace. She was a good rider who always seemed to anticipate her mount's emotions and quelled them if they would impede her progress. Instead of riding on the road, we could have easily taken a carriage to Winterhold. That would have been both easier and faster than our current course.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the young woman who was more tempting than I had expected. The accident at Solitude was merely an excuse that allowed me to get closer to her. I hoped to know by the end of our ride if I wanted her in a carnal sense or merely wished to look at her.
Besides her stunning beauty, she handled herself better on the road than I had expected. The fact that her hands showed no signs of heavy labor and her skin was free of any blemish, I had expected her to struggle more. Yet when bandits and bears attacked us, she went into the fights with sword held high and a blood hungry look on her face.
The only problem I found was that Sarisa had to be heavily coerced into using any magic. It must be that she was still embarrassed about how she had lost control in Solitude.
"Do you know anything about wards, Sarisa?" I asked.
"They're boring." Sarisa replied with a shrug.
"And why do you think they're boring?"
"You can't kill anyone with wards, Jash."
I let out a sigh. If she was only interested in magic that could make a spectacle, that could cause problems. Some of the most powerful magic was subtle and took a long time to master. Though if she decided to focus solely on the School of Destruction, she could become extremely powerful in her own rights.
"Wards don't kill, but they give you the chance to do so." I countered. "You are just stepping into the grand world of magic where your will shapes reality. So take every advantage you find."
"So you think I'm weak?"
I felt the hurt in her voice. She wanted me to like her, possibly even bed her, and now I had slighted her. A light rain started and the change in temperature allowed me to temporarily distract myself.
"Back in Solitude I used a ward." I pointed out once my mind calmed. "Since you think only weak people use wards, you must think I have no strength in me."
Sarisa's cheeks took on a reddish hue. It was a peculiar dryskin reaction to embarrassment. Sometimes they had such a reaction when the one they longed for thought poorly of them. Or at least they thought the one they longed for didn't like their words or action.
As the blush intensified and the young Targaryen opened her mouth, a dragon let out a loud roar.
Maybe Sarisa wanted to just prove herself to me. Maybe she wanted to get away from the source of her shame. In any case the young woman took out her blade and urged her mount towards the sound.
I let out a loud sigh as I rushed after her.
The dragon was small and not powerful. It must also be young as it kept diving down at Sarisa even though keeping a steady distance would have been more effective. It must have seen me, the Last Dragonborn, before attacking my charge and so it knew what danger it was in. This act of stupidity allowed Sarisa to attack it with reckless abandon every time it dove down.
Since it wasn't a good moment to reprimand her, I provided her the support she needed. Every time the dragon sent flames her way I used a ward to stop them. Every time flames shattered my ward, I healed Sarisa. When she fell off her mount and the dragon attempted to eat her, I healed her just as she shoved her sword into its skull.
"Ah!" Sarisa yelped as she fell once the dragon started to dissolve.
I caught the young woman in my arms. We both seemed to be lit by a Divine flame as the dragon's soul entered me and joined the rest of my collection. All that was left of our attacker was bones. Whoever was lucky enough to run across them would find themselves flooded with wealth for some time.
Sarisa's eyes looked into mine and I felt my heart begin to race. It was madness for her to attack the dragon with such recklessness. It should be ours to feel maddened by the foolishness. Yet...yet it had done the opposite to me. For wasn't that what I did for a living? Unlike me, though, she wasn't high on Skooma or drunk.
Her madness was pure.
I needed her writhing underneath me.
SARISA TARGARYEN
I grimaced as Jash continued to heal me. For my major wounds, such as a large gash on my side, he had been able to use a spell. But there were smaller bruises and cuts that he couldn't heal that way. So he used various potions and cleaned out the most minor of cuts with salt.
During all of this he had the gal to lecture me about my actions. Like he had any right to tell me not to rush into danger as all the stories told about him said he did the same! Well...he might not have been lecturing me as he talked mostly in his native tongue and only used a few words in the Common Tongue.
The only reason I didn't think that Jash was too angry at me was the way he acted like I was a delicate flower. He didn't let me make camp at all because he didn't want me to injure himself more. Even though I hated being demeaned in such a manner, I also liked him falling over himself for me.
I closed my eyes and remembered how thrilling it was to have him fighting beside me. Okay, he hadn't fought like in the various ballads about him. But he had made sure I didn't get myself killed. He healed me. He protected me. He let me lead.
My eyes snapped opened as I noticed a change in how Jash was touching me. His claws weren't just making sure there wasn't anything he missed. From the books I had read people only touched each other like this when they wanted something more than conversation.
What kind of lover would Jash be? Would he be as gentle as he was now? Would he put my pleasure above everything else? I started laughing as it was insane that he would be interested in me like that. As if the man lecturing me was secretly harboring those kinds of feelings for me!
"Why are you laughing?" Jash asked.
"You're touching me like you want to make love to me." I said and blushed.
In response the Argonian changed his position. It was a slight thing but it was more than enough to create heat between my legs. Jash was now sitting directly behind me instead of slightly beside me and had erased all distance between us. I was so excited I forgot to breathe when Jash dug his claws into my hips.
"Do you want me to make love to you?" Jash whispered into my ear.
I wanted to say no merely to annoy him. I wanted to tease him so that he would beg for me. But the warmth that had started was now a raging fire. It urged me to a more direct course of action.
"Yes, Jash." I said in a voice that was more full of lust than thought.
"Are you sure, Sarisa?" Jash asked. "I am not a gentle lover. I dominate. That excites some and the loss of control makes others run away in fear. I will not dampen my own pleasures for you merely because you're a princess."
"I've had better."
Jash's hands moved slowly from my hips up my sides. His mouth planting tender kisses on my neck. When a moan left my lips I descended into heated passion and forgot the rest of the world.
JASH
I smiled when we were mere moments from crossing the threshold into Winterhold. Out of the corner my eyes I caught Sarisa looking at the broken city with a dismissive air. It was easy to understand why as most of the city, though that was being generous, still remained destroyed. The stables were made from a half-repaired house.
Besides looking uninterested about the mostly destroyed city, Sarisa looked exhausted. Every inch of skin that my eyes looked upon was covered with bruises. My smile widened when I remembered how insistent she had been about keeping the marks of our brutal couplings.
Sarisa blushed when she noticed me staring at her. Right as I turned my focus back to the city ahead, I caught a grin spreading wide on her face. The woman was a treasure to find. Not only did she have the talent to become a mage, she was also a talented lover that would only learn more as the years wore on. While she bent completely to my will when making love, she exerted her power in the most pleasurable of ways.
Just like in other areas of life, Sarisa found ways to tease me. At times I would be mere seconds from release when she would do something that made me have to really work for it.
The stablemaster quickly averted his gaze from Sarisa once he noticed the bruises. Though I was sure that he wouldn't be able to help himself from spreading a few rumors. I dismounted and watched as Sarisa gracefully got off her horse.
While sparing Sarisa only a glance, he took both of our horses. I took her arm in mine and started the final moments of our journey to the College of Winterhold.
"I don't want to leave here." Sarisa said.
"I'm not the only lover in existence." I replied. "There must be someone in Westeros that could handle you in bed."
"It's not just...that."
In her eyes I saw the truth of her words. She truly had learned to love me in our short time together. Maybe in the course of her training she would abandon such thoughts but something told me that wouldn't be the case. Passion of the flesh could easily spill into pleasures of the soul.
"The Arcanaeum is the largest source of the arcane in Skyrim." I said. "That knowledge paired with magical training could allow you to return to me whenever you wished. If that is what you want."
"Are you lying?" Sarisa asked with a smirk. "Do you just want to get rid of me?"
In response I gave her a light kiss on the lips. Her lips had a warmth and taste that was a new addiction of mine. Stronger than Skooma and more intoxicating than Spiced Wine.
"The only time I would want to be torn from your side is because that is your desire." I said.
"So if I train at the College and read all the books in the Arcanaeum will I be able to see you after I return to Westeros?"
"There is only one way to find out, uxith-beeko."
Sarisa nodded and we continued our walk in silence. I thought of my letters to Alex Casey that told of my journey to the College of Winterhold with the young Targaryen. I talked of having developed new and intense feelings for Sarisa Targaryen. I had also declared that my love for him remained as true as ever before.
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