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“The White Gold Tower has only been constructed after your banishment, hasn’t it?” They had landed on a plateau overlooking the Colovian Highlands, though even from here, one could see the Tower, albeit faintly, faraway like the head of a needle. Home. This was her home, this was meant to be hers.
Gracefully, she slipped off Odahviing’s back and stepped closer to Alduin. Though she did not intend to have him with her during her first round of negotiations with the Emperor, she knew he would be nearby, terrorizing the local wildlife, most likely. Odahviing and Ziishul would come with her, certainly two dragons would be more than enough to get the message across after all. With Alduin’s support on her side for now, she could no longer back away from her path, and she assumed he would prefer to go for fire and blood right away first.
“I used to look around and wonder… when did it fall apart? What happened to the great empire of Tiber Septim that stretched from Alinor to Solstheim, from Northpoint to Lilmoth? Now I know the answer. When the last emperor of Septim blood died, they also lost the favour of Akatosh…” Her hands were folded in front of her, back upright, head held high - every inch an empress, in this moment.
“Once I am empress, we will lay to waste the palaces of Alinor… so no Altmer will ever again do as much as dare to consider acting up against the Empire. For each Imperial civilian who lost their life in the Great War, three thalmor soldiers shall be slain. You shall have your feast of dissidents and warmongers.”
