A Mercer Frey/OC fanfiction.
Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: As high as it can go. You’ve been warned, my loves. Summary:
All she wanted to do in that moment was to run back to the Cistern, pack her stuff, and get on the first carriage out of Riften. She didn’t care at this point if she never saw Brynjolf again, or if she was abandoning any possibility of a lucrative career in thieving. She'd have a better chance of surviving the frigid streets of Windhelm, or starving inside the warrens of Markarth, than she currently had under the domination of this man.












