Or I could slit Ulfric’s throat and end this damned war. And my family will be waiting for me in Shor’s hall. The only family I have left, she thought as she wiped away her tears. And he could be at the bottom of the sea or dead at Miraak’s feet. Lydia contemplated saddling her horse and riding for Windhelm to secure passage to Solstheim, but in her present state she would be of little use to anyone. Her father and younger sister had already made the journey to Sovngarde, and with her mother and brother now across the Whalebone Bridge, Lydia had not a single blood-relative remaining to her.Īll I have now is Jon. Yet she remained loyal to the Empire and my brother got to fight for it after all, she mournfully acknowledged as she drained the rest of her tankard.
Lydia and her brother would have followed in her footsteps, but she’d refused to give them her blessing to do so because of the outlaw of Talos worship.
Her mother fought in the Great War to defend the Empire from the Dominion. She was torn between grief and anger for her mother and brother, who had both lost their lives during the taking of the capital city. The message arrived only a few days prior, but she’d been anticipating it ever since word first reached Whiterun of Falkreath falling to the Stormcloaks. Lydia’s eyes filled with fresh tears as they flitted over the letter that had crushed her heart. ‘I can find my own way there,’ she snapped, ‘and shall do so in my own time.’ Without another word, she shut the door in the soldier’s face and ambled back to her seat. ‘Jarl Vignar demands your presence,’ the Stormcloak announced. She hissed as she opened it and was assaulted by the light of day. Groaning, Lydia hauled herself up and lumbered over to the door. The voice and the hammering sound sent waves of pain through her mead-sodden head.
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