#sonofhighrock

Festive-ish drabble for @sonofhighrock

The new Duke and Duchess of Norfolk had been married not even a year when they had been blessed with the promise of a child. It wasn’t unexpected so to say, but both were alarmed just how quickly Sigyn had fallen pregnant. Still, they were excited and eager to meet their child, a sign of hope and light in the tempestuous political storm that was their lives.

The feast of Saint Stephen and the New Year were fast approaching, not that it mattered much to Sigyn. She had been in confinement for the majority of the month as she waited for her child to come. Tales of the Advent celebrations from her ladies warmed her heart. She longed to be a part of them but this year there were more important things to concern herself with.

It was early on Christmas morning that the first stirrings of labour arrived. Naturally discussions began saying how remarkable it was that the Duke’s first child could be born not only on the anniversary of their mighty ancestor being crowned King, but also on the same day of their Lord and Saviour. Sigyn, feeling the pressure rise to deliver her husband a healthy son now, tried to ignore the prayers and hopes of her ladies.

As the sun began to set and the pains increased, her cries of pain began to echo through the walls of the castle, so naturally word quickly spread about the impending arrival. Of course, the Duke was kept from entering the room, yet the Dowager Duchess, adamant on being there for the birth of her first grandchild as well as comforting her daughter-in-law and friend, was at Sigyn’s side as she sat upon the birthing chair.

Numerous curses along the lines of “men are vermin” and “I curse the day he came to my bed” were grunted by the new Duchess with every contraction that sent agonising pain through her body. Obviously not caring that her mother-in-law was in the room and heard every insult that was hurled at her son.

It felt like a lifetime had passed, the pain erased any concept of time and only got worse as her time to push came. “Get it out!” she cried, pleading with the women around her whilst squeezing the hands of the Dowager Duchess and one of her ladies before giving another firm push.

Much to the delight and relief of everyone in the room, the child came quickly and safely into the world. The child was large but came but thankfully seemed to cause no complications. Their strong and loud cry filled the air before they were whisked away to be dried and examined by one of the physicians. As expected they appeared to be in perfect health so was soon bundled up to protect them from the cold mid-winter chill.

“A son, Your Grace” the midwife declared before placing the child in his mother’s arms. His head was covered in a mop of thick black hair and his cries soon settled down as Sigyn held him close to her chest. “He’s so beautiful,” she sighed, kissing her son's forehead. Her heart had never felt so full, so overcome with a sense of unconditional love for the now sleeping babe in her arms. She cherished the moment, not able to pull her eyes away from his round cheeks and dimpled chin. The perfect miniature of his father.

Sometime later, just before the festive day ended and Sigyn had been cleaned up, tucked up in bed and the room returned to normal, the Duke was finally allowed to enter. Sigyn sat with their son still in her arms, her bright love filled eyes fixed upon his precious face and a tiny hand held onto her little finger as Lanius came in. “He’s perfect” she greeted her husband, eventually managing to look away from their son with a proud smile as she held the peaceful child out for him to see.

For real! The entire time I was watching bly manor I just kept thinking "it's Anna"

Nothing wrong with that. I still look at my favorite childhood Star Wars action figures and they somehow still give me comfort

Edmund glances over at the Altmer. He never expected to see an Altmer here of all places. He expected Nords, Dunmer and maybe a few Imperials still left but never one of the High Elves, that was surprising. He looks at the small Dunmer town now and well it might not be much to look at, but it is kind of homey as well. He pulls his cloak around him more to shield him from the cool breeze of the Sea of Ghosts.

“I have never been to Morrowind, this is the closest I have ever been. Only been to High Rock, Hammerfell, Cyrodiil and Skyrim. I got a bit side tracked in Skyrim and I haven’t been anywhere else.”

His boots walk across the dock as he stretches a bit due to how long he had been on ship. The journey had seemed long from Windhelm and the sea was rather rough as well.

“My name is Edmund, I’m actually looking for someone.”

  Hey, asshole Anon’s, why don’t you come at me? At...

I’ve noticed people on tumblr today are just being mean