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Edwyn Wickham stared up at the banner outside the door to Proudspire Manor, frowning.\u00a0 The nincompoops at the so-called Bard\u2019s College next door hadn\u2019t been any help at all. He had thought that at least the man holding the grandiose rank of Dean of History might have collected some volumes concerning, well, the history <\/em>of Tamriel.\u00a0 Surely that would be a reasonable expectation of what was, in this era, considered a prestigious institution of learning. But no. While Girard Germane had been more than pleased to allow the Archmage to browse his \u201cextensive collections\u201d \u2013 really just a few bookshelves in an anteroom off the entrance \u2013 the collection only held titles with which Edwyn was already familiar and in some cases had read several times each. Edwyn was searching for clues that would undoubtedly be buried deep in some obscure tome or other that he had never encountered before.<\/p>\n No, it is going to require another trip to Winterhold, which is completely out of my way. I am not pleased. <\/em><\/p>\n He frowned and shook his head. Then he pushed open the mansion\u2019s door and slipped inside.<\/p>\n As if their pathetic collection wasn\u2019t bad enough, I only heard a single bard vocalizing while I was there. And he was singing \u201cRagnar the Red,\u201d of all things. Surely someone in Skyrim must know some of the better music. The classics can\u2019t possibly have disappeared altogether.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cEdwyn? Is that you, my love?\u201d<\/p>\n Elisif\u2019s light voice drifted down the stairwell – musically, he thought, grinning at his own cleverness.\u00a0 It was true, though. Elisif the Fair had a pleasant, lilting manner of speech that was a good match to his own. Having come into his adulthood in a much earlier time, one of much more flowery and formal patterns of discourse than were generally used these days, Edwyn sometimes worried that he was seen as stiff and unapproachable. Now, with Elisif at his side, he had decided that the two of them sounded royal<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, my dear, it is I. I shall be right up.\u201d\u00a0 He took a deep breath and made a concerted effort to shake off his annoyance and put a more pleasant expression on his face. He cast a quick spell with his left hand and peered into a nearby glass.\u00a0 It wouldn\u2019t do for his bride to be greeted by amber eyes and long white fangs. Someday, perhaps, it would become necessary to tell her what and who he truly was. That day was not yet at hand.<\/p>\n He climbed the stairs and met Elisif in their sitting room, gathering her up into his arms for a kiss. Once again, as she had on nearly every evening since they had married, Elisif made it clear that she had more than a simple greeting in mind, pressing herself up against him in a most provocative fashion. She took his hand and led him toward the base of the second flight, the one leading up to the beautifully-appointed bedroom.<\/p>\n \u201cAgain, my dear?\u201d he said, smiling at her. Not that I am unwilling, not at all.<\/em> No, he and Elisif were nothing if not compatible in this sense. It had been the factor that had allowed him to go forward with Lord Harkon\u2019s plan with only the tiniest hesitation.<\/p>\n \u201cAs often as possible, my darling,\u201d she said, her eyes dancing with mischief. \u201cYou know I can barely get enough of you. The long days at court are difficult to bear as I wait for the moment when I can return to Proudspire.\u201d<\/p>\n They reached the area that served as an enchanting laboratory, just outside the bedroom, and she dropped his hand and turned to face him. \u201cIn all seriousness, Edwyn, the sooner we can begin a family, the better it will be for our status in Skyrim.\u00a0 And the way to do that is to do\u2026 this.\u201d She smiled and giggled in her most appealing way.<\/p>\n \u201cA\u2026 family,\u201d he said slowly.\u00a0 I was afraid that was the case, but I was praying to Molag Bal himself that it wouldn\u2019t be an issue quite so soon.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYes, my dear,\u201d Elisif said in a crisp tone. \u201cOf course, a family. An heir. Someone to continue the line as Jarl once the two of us are gone.\u00a0 Do you know, Torygg and I tried and tried and we simply couldn\u2019t seem to conceive a child. I don\u2019t quite know what the problem was. I do know, however, that the court is looking at me more closely every day. They have, how shall I put it?\u00a0 Expectations.\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn paused to think before replying.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t want this conversation to go on at length, and he wasn\u2019t certain that his sometimes odd sense of humor would come across as he intended.\u00a0 He smiled, though, and squeezed her hand.<\/p>\n \u201cPerhaps you wore poor Torygg out, my dear,\u201d he said as playfully as he could manage. \u201cI don\u2019t know what the prevailing medical wisdom is, but it would seem to me that after a time the quality of\u2026\u201d He paused as he detected a hint of steel creeping into Elisif\u2019s gaze, and shook his head. \u201cNever mind. You know that I am your humble servant.\u201d He pulled her close again, into a more lingering kiss, and felt her slight annoyance with him dissolving. \u201cLet us go make ourselves a family.\u201d<\/p>\n He led her into the bedroom and began to undress, watching in appreciation as Elisif did the same. As she draped her clothing over one of the side tables, though, his gaze moved around the room. Once again, as so often happened, he couldn\u2019t help but wonder what sorts of things had happened here when the previous owner had lived in it.<\/p>\n He grimaced internally. That, of course, was the other problem that nagged at him; the problem that did not involve obscure historical references. That previous owner \u2013 someone who had gone by the absurd name of Andante – had also preceded him as the Lord of Volkihar Castle, and Edwyn wanted to know how that particular thing had happened. It made no sense to him, given what a vastly powerful vampire Lord Harkon had been. It was the case, however, that the previous Lord of Volkihar had retrieved Auriel\u2019s Bow. Even if Edwyn never used the bow \u2013 and he never intended to use it for all the reasons he had once explained to Lord Harkon \u2013 he needed to have it safely under his control so that nobody else<\/em> could use it and, if he was completely honest about it, so that it could serve as a bludgeon if the situation required. Andante had been the last person to have custody of the bow, and he was now dead.\u00a0 Edwyn needed to understand what had happened. That was going to require, at the very least, a trip to Volkihar; a trip he was in no way looking forward to in spite of being the current Lord of the castle.<\/p>\n He plastered a smile on his face as he tossed his own clothing onto a chair and then turned to his wife, already awaiting him in their bed. \u201cI am at your complete disposal, my dear,\u201d he said, slipping under the covers next to her.<\/p>\n __<\/p>\n \u201cAnd thus you see,\u201d Edwyn said, \u201cthat I have a bit of a problem to deal with.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOnly one, boss?\u201d Vyctyna Tardif grinned at him.\u00a0 \u201cIt seems to me that you want to be in about four different places at the same time.\u00a0 How can we help?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not just that, Tyna,\u201d Agryn Gernic said. He gave her an indulgent smile, which made Edwyn smile in return. Agryn had always been a very serious man until he had met Vyctyna \u2013 almost morose, in fact, and definitely not given to levity. These days he practically radiated contentment; and it turned out that he had a very attractive smile that he used frequently, as well as a vigorous sense of humor.<\/p>\n \u201cNo? What am I missing, then?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThink about it, Tyna.\u00a0 What is it that we were just talking about recently?\u201d Agryn prompted.<\/p>\n Vyctyna looked confused, and shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Aggie, I have no idea what you mean.\u201d<\/p>\n Agryn smiled and waggled his eyebrows. \u201cGood thing we\u2019re vampires, otherwise\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Vyctyna\u2019s eyes went very round as she realized what Agryn was talking about, and she blushed \u2013 at least to the extent a vampire\u2019s pale skin could hold a blush.\u00a0 She turned to Edwyn.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no, boss. She wants a baby and you\u2019re\u2026 Seedless.\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn chuckled, even though it wasn\u2019t really a laughing matter. \u201cIndeed. I lost my ability to father a child several hundred years ago, a condition which has served me very well indeed over the years. However, it is a bit of a stumbling block at present. The problem is: how I am going to give Elisif what she wants.\u201d<\/p>\n Agryn coughed, and looked away grinning.<\/p>\n \u201cAggie, good grief,\u201d Vyctyna snorted. \u201cHmm. There must be something that can be done. Can you adopt a child?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell yes, of course we could do that,\u201d Edwyn said, \u201cbut what she is really looking for is a child of her own body. She is right to be thinking in these terms, of course. What the nobles in her court want more than anything else is an heir to the throne of Solitude, a child to which they can point and say \u2018this is the true royalty of Skyrim, issued from the rightful High Queen, and whereas Ulfric Stormcloak is not suited for the throne, here in Solitude we have an intact royal family!\u2019\u201d\u00a0 He sighed and shook his head. \u201cI can think of only a limited number of solutions to this problem, several of which are out of the question.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t think of any,\u201d Vyctyna said. \u201cWhat am I missing?\u201d She walked into the kitchen,\u00a0 shaking her head.<\/p>\n Agryn watched her pacing back and forth and then looked up at Edwyn. \u201cIllusion magic. That\u2019s the only thing I can think of. Am I near the mark at all?\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn nodded. \u201cWe\u2019ve been working together far too long, Agryn; you now seem to have developed the ability to read my mind.\u201d They grinned at each other. \u201cThe truth is that may be the only choice open to us. I could convince her that she is with child, but that would only last for a short period of time before it would be obvious to all that no child exists. I could tell the woman what I am and confess that I have no way to create a child with her, but I fear that would be far from satisfactory.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou could turn her,\u201d Vyctyna said from the other room.<\/p>\n \u201cI could, but then the problem of being unable to produce a physical heir would be twofold.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, of course,\u201d Vyctyna said. \u201cThat was silly of me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you\u2019re looking for a stand-in,\u201d Agryn said.<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0 Edwyn nodded slowly. \u201cIt will require me to use one of the oldest forms of magic, a type of illusion that is not often used any longer \u2013 a glamour.\u201d<\/p>\n Agryn nodded slowly. \u201cKind of like our vampiric illusion spell but cast on someone else. That makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. I already have the ability to make myself look as I did when I was a human. This situation will require me to give that same appearance to another person while simultaneously controlling his body.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYikes, boss,\u201d Vyctyna said. \u201cThat\u2019s a lot to do all at the same time.\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn nodded. \u201cIt is. And yet, in spite of conjuration being my primary forte in magic I do have at my command nearly all illusion magic. I am reasonably confident that I can perform the necessary spells.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but how are you going to get someone to go along with it?\u201d Vyctyna asked, coming to stand before Edwyn.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, my dear,\u201d he said slowly, \u201cthat is where you come in. Do you suppose that you could find a likely substitute for me \u2013 same general height and build? It would be good if the subject also had grey eyes and a similar coloring because, after all, he will be the actual father. It wouldn\u2019t do for Elisif\u2019s child to arrive looking like a dark-haired Imperial. A Breton would be ideal but I can\u2019t ask for everything at once.\u201d<\/p>\n Vyctyna looked him over slowly and nodded. \u201cYes, I can do that. And I suppose you want me to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEnthrall him, yes. I can\u2019t imagine him being willing to follow through on such a scheme otherwise \u2013 and it may take any number of attempts. This is why I am sending you to do this task rather than Agryn. Agryn is perfectly capable of creating thralls but you are uniquely qualified for this particular endeavor by virtue of being female and very attractive.\u201d<\/p>\n He smiled at Agryn, who was frowning at the direction the conversation had taken. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, I will never ask her to do anything inappropriate. You must admit, though, that if the object is to find a male subject ready and willing to procreate, she has a much better chance of success than either of us.\u201d<\/p>\n Agryn chuckled, and his expression relaxed.\u00a0 \u201cYes. It\u2019s true. So let me get this straight. Tyna gets a thrall, you cast an illusion spell on him and stand back while he makes love to your wife, and we all hope she \u2018catches\u2019 quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRoughly. If I can manage it I will control his mind so that it is I who is performing the act, using his body instead of my own. It will seem less impersonal that way and she should not notice any major differences. I hope. It\u2019s an imperfect plan but it is the best thing I can devise at the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n He stepped across the room to the table nearby and poured a drink of water from one of the pitchers.\u00a0 Sipping it, he returned to his companions and cleared his throat.<\/p>\n \u201cNow then. That will potentially resolve one of the problems. The others require more research, and travel. At this point I must do the traveling on my own.\u201d\u00a0 He looked at his two companions and smiled. \u201cI shall leave at once for Castle Volkihar.\u00a0 When Elisif returns this evening, please tell her that I was called away on business and will return as soon as possible. That is certainly the case. She will assume I\u2019m in Winterhold. If she asks, feel free to tell her the truth: I have not divulged the purpose of my business to you.\u201d\u00a0 He turned toward the door.<\/p>\n \u201cFor I have not,\u201d he murmured half to himself.<\/p>\n __<\/p>\n Edwyn took the steps up to what had once been Lord Harkon\u2019s private chambers two at a time.\u00a0 Garan Marethi had met him near the doors to the castle and said that he\u2019d last seen Serana heading in that direction; and while Edwyn was not in any sense looking forward to sharing his news with her he had, as always, an overwhelming desire to simply be in the same room with her.<\/p>\n Serana was examining one of the books her father had left behind and looked up as she heard him enter.\u00a0 She smiled, set the book aside and came around to stand before the fireplace, where Edwyn met her and pulled her near.<\/p>\n \u201cEddie. I wondered where you\u2019d been. It\u2019s been awhile.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know, my darling girl, and I have missed you more than I could possibly say.\u201d\u00a0 Edwyn leaned forward and swept her into a kiss that went on a tiny bit longer than was perhaps proper.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t seem to object, though; when they finally pulled apart she was smiling happily and so was he.<\/p>\n \u201cSo what have<\/em> you been up to while I\u2019ve been rattling about the castle?\u201d she said, in that manner she had that told Edwyn he was not going to be able to avoid getting the matter settled right then and there. \u201cIt\u2019s definitely been a bore. Mother only needs so much help with her garden, and I\u2019m approaching the end of Father\u2019s book collection.\u201d<\/p>\n Damn. I had hoped that perhaps we could have one quiet evening together before I had to break the news, but I suppose that was never going to happen.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWhy don\u2019t we sit down, Serana?\u201d he said, lowering himself gingerly into the throne where Harkon had sat for so many centuries.<\/p>\n Serana sat down at the edge of the chair next to him, but leaning forward, her hands on her knees, in a posture that said she\u2019d picked up on his hesitation and knew she was going to hear bad news.\u00a0 She turned to stare at him.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t quite bring himself to return the gaze other than giving her a quick glance that verified that yes, she was prepared to be angry and that he was going to have a bad time of it.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright. I\u2019m sitting. What exactly do you have to say to me?\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn sighed. This is going to hurt. <\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWell. As you know, your father Lord Harkon had taken me into his confidence for a very long time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, but he\u2019s dead now, Eddie. I helped kill him. It doesn\u2019t make me happy, but it had to be done.\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn winced. \u201cI must admit that it hurts to know you had to participate in that, Serana, but I understand why you did.\u00a0 But before he became \u2013 preoccupied, shall we say?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cObsessed,\u201d Serana grumbled.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright, obsessed then \u2013 with the prophecies regarding Auriel\u2019s Bow, he had tasked me with a number of projects designed to further a larger goal.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd that was? Which one? Let\u2019s see, destroying all the other vampire clans in Tamriel?\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn nodded. \u201cThat was certainly part of it, Serana. That was why I spent so very many years in Cyrodiil.\u00a0 You know how secretive the Vampyrum Order is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, yes, they infiltrate all the institutions of power and gain influence that way. Through, like, actual work. As opposed to the ham-fisted military option our Nord friends seem to prefer.\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn couldn\u2019t help but smile. \u201cWell, yes, to be blunt about it. Your father asked me to extend the Volkihar\u2019s influence in Cyrodiil. To slowly supplant the Vampyrum Order in the houses of influence.\u00a0 I\u2019ve been doing so ever since; very slowly, to be certain, but I\u2019ve been working on it. I met Agryn Gernic and created him as my right hand, in much the same way your father set me in the same position.\u00a0 Together we have been making significant inroads into the politics of Cyrodiil and other provinces, by taking slow and measured footsteps whenever we could.\u201d<\/p>\n He shifted uneasily in the throne.\u00a0 His Archmage\u2019s armor was impressive to look at, to be certain, and carried enchantments important to his continued existence, but its heavy pauldrons were not in the least comfortable. In fact, he found himself sweating in the armor, a nervous sweat that had nothing at all to do with the heat of the fireplace.<\/p>\n \u201cIn the meantime, I have used my natural abilities as a mage to infiltrate and to some extent disrupt the various schools of magic throughout Tamriel. This was also done with your father\u2019s knowledge and approval. I managed to set the College of Whispers and the Synod against each other to an even greater extent than they had been, and then I came\u00a0 back to Skyrim. Harkon encouraged me to take over the College of Winterhold, most recently, because he saw its weaknesses. There was unrest beginning to erupt among the membership of the College; a sentiment that it was time for a change in leadership.\u00a0 It was a more difficult project than I had originally envisioned, actually.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hear that the Psijic Order got involved at some point,\u201d Serana said; and when Edwyn glanced at her, startled by this, she shrugged. \u201cNews travels, Eddie, even when you\u2019ve been out of the loop for as long as I was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, of course. And you are correct. They removed an artifact from Skyrim that has been here for many ages and which had grown quite unstable. I helped to discover it, unfortunately, and then I\u2026\u201d He stopped and shook his head. \u201cThat\u2019s neither here nor there. What is pertinent, though, is the fact that as your father wished, I became the Archmage.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd this has what to do with you being gone for the past several weeks?\u201d Serana said.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m getting to that, my darling,\u201d he murmured. She\u2019s getting impatient, and who can blame her, but once she knows I am a dead man. A \u2013 more thoroughly dead man.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cHarkon wanted to consolidate as much power in Tamriel as possible before making his move,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n \u201cI know he did. And?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWith the return of the dragons and the increasing hostilities in Skyrim, it was clear that the time was approaching to make his move. And then, not long before you were released from your confinement according to everything I\u2019ve been able to gather, someone created the vacuum of power that we had all been waiting for. Someone removed Titus Meade II as well as, according to all the rumors, the member of the Elder Council who was behind the assassination. I have no idea who did it, but we are all in his debt.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd we still have no Emperor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, and this is one of the longest delays since that following the death of Pelagius the Second.\u00a0 It is my understanding and assumption that the vacancy in the Elder Council is contributing to that delay. Meanwhile, we have had the civil war here in Skyrim come to a close.\u00a0 And of course you were found, along with Auriel\u2019s Bow.\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn leaned forward onto his arms and clasped his hands together tightly, trying not to wring them too obviously. It wouldn\u2019t do to reveal his nervousness at this point.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, and what a shame that Andante seems to have lost it along with his life,\u201d Serana said in a sour tone. \u201cProbably a good thing, though, right? We didn\u2019t need that business to continue and I\u2019m pleased to keep my blood inside me where it belongs.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. Of course,\u201d Edwyn said, daring to slip a glance her way, \u201cit would be a very bad thing if that Bow fell into the wrong hands. I don\u2019t suppose you have any hints about where it might have gone?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I don\u2019t.\u201d Her tone allowed no room for further discussion.<\/p>\n Edwyn simply nodded.\u00a0 \u201cWhat can you tell me about that situation, Serana? I understand he had a companion\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy does it matter? Neither one of them will be darkening our door again. Andante is in a jar somewhere, according to my contact, and his partner has returned to his former life. If he were to come anywhere near us the underlings would have him for lunch. It\u2019s not worth worrying about. Now what were you saying about the power vacuum?\u201d<\/p>\n So much for wheedling any additional information about the Andante character. Well, it was worth a try, I suppose.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYour father wished for one or the other of us to become Emperor of Tamriel,\u201d he said bluntly.<\/p>\n Serana\u2019s eyes got very round for a moment.<\/p>\n \u201cEmperor? Seriously?\u201d She stood and took a few turns around the room. \u201cI always knew he was power-hungry but that goes far beyond what I had imagined him capable of.\u00a0 And now he\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn rose from the throne and stood awaiting her next words. Serana came back to stand just a few paces in front of him and peered at him, her eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you\u2019re all that\u2019s left. But, see, this is where it gets interesting, isn\u2019t it? Because Ulfric Stormcloak defeated the Imperial Legion, and now he is just waiting to be named High King. Something extreme would have to happen in order for him to be passed by for that honor.\u201d<\/p>\n She put her hands on her hips and glared at Edwyn.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat have you done, Eddie?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat your father wanted me to do. What I promised him that I would do.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd that is?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI married Elisif.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a very long, perfect silence in the room.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2026 married Elisif, the Jarl of Solitude.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. I\u2019m very sorry.\u201d\u00a0 I closed my eyes, when I was saying my vows, and I pictured your face, my darling Serana. You, and only you. Now and forever.<\/em><\/p>\n Serana\u2019s face revealed absolutely nothing. \u00a0She nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI see.\u201d\u00a0 Then she turned and strode toward the doorway.\u00a0 \u201cNever approach me again, Edwyn Wickham. You are not welcome in my company.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSerana\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Edwyn watched her leave, his heart aching.\u00a0 Elisif\u2019s mortal life would seem like a mere moment to the two of them, if only she would wait for him.\u00a0 And yet, what reason does she have to wait for me? All I have ever done is leave her, even if it was for the best of all possible reasons, at the request of my Lord.<\/em><\/p>\n Gods damn it. <\/em><\/p>\n Edwyn ground his teeth as he stomped his way out of the castle and summoned Arvak.\u00a0 They galloped across the Sea of Ghosts, past Solitude, and on toward the College of Winterhold.<\/p>\n Edwyn had more research to do.<\/p>\n Edwyn Wickham stared up at the banner outside the door to Proudspire Manor, frowning.\u00a0 The nincompoops at the so-called Bard\u2019s College next door hadn\u2019t been any help at all. 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