Vero'nika, a used to be begger and skooma addict, was now living a happy life with her fiance in a modest abode called Elysium estate right outside Whiterun. The place had a garden, horse and chicken areas, patrols by the local guard, even a relaxation spot out back. But today, she was a nervous wreck. She had gotten a letter from her childhood friend oveena that the civil war had flared back up and the stormcloaks might try and take Whiterun and they could get caught up in the middle. She didn't support either side as she could care less what they did. her love had gone by horseback to riften a week ago and hadn’t returned yet. he had gone the path before and she had as well many times, they both knew it took only a day’s time to make it to riften from whiterun. she felt nervous and lonely today.
her friend was too busy with her studies in winterhold to come visit and oveena's boyfriend only came when she did. she disdained most people in skyrim, save for a select few. she spent her time mixing potions and sharpening her collection of daggers. she had made a hobby out of collecting daggers, she never left home without a couple of them with her, they made her feel safe. her hobbies made some think she was an assassin, but she didn’t think she would ever take on such a wretched career. she was busy sharpening her prized possession, other than her engagement ring, her ebony dagger. she had practiced smithing and mining to get the right materials and skill to make it and it was her most deadly tool. she knew of two more powerful daggers, but she didn’t like the fact of using bones and demon hearts to make such weapons. a knock echoed through the house, making her stop mid-bite from a sweetroll. she was hopeful that inigo had returned from his trip and eagerly answers the door. it wasn’t inigo, but a courier. they hand her a parchment letter and leaves. she was surprised to see the imperial seal that was waxed onto the front of the letter. a feeling of dread goes through her body. ‘what would those imperial dogs want? we’ve never bothered them’ she thinks, as she cuts open the letter.
to the current owner of elysium estate. you are hereby ordered to come to the capital of skyrim at once. you will be given leave to take a carriage outside of the city of whiterun to get here already paid for by us. -imperial command
this makes her bare her fangs, ripping the letter in half. this wasn’t good and she had a gut feeling this was really bad news. she quickly writes a letter and gives it to the courier when they leave, even giving them some coin for a drink. she had to be prepared if this didn’t go well and packs three of her daggers, her ebony. elven, and steel, the cleanest cutting and fastest swinging, a steel axe, as well as hide reinforced leather armor underneath her normal clothing. packing food, potions, and even poisons, if the need arises, and heads to solitude via wagon.
*five hours later* she arrives and is met with the captain of the guard along with eight city guards. she looks around. “this one wishes to know what hell is going on!” he nods. “calm down, ma’am. we have bad news for you regarding your fiance” she loses her frown. “what? what do you mean? is he all right?” he is silent for a moment. vero’neka was losing her patience. “well? spit it out!” “...he had joined the stormcloaks and we have captured him. did you not know?” she shakes her head. “he would do nothing of the sorts! you lie, you treacherous imperial bastard!” he was surprised by how angry she was getting. “settle down. keep shouting and you will join your fiance in the dungeons!” she smiles. “go ahead! i could get myself out easily!” he shakes his head. “that won’t be necessary. you will come with us. we need to make sure you aren’t with the stormcloaks as well” her hands carefully wraps around the handle of the axe on her hip. “you honestly think i would join the stormcloaks and then walk here without expecting trouble? i’m no idiot! ulfric and his pointless rebellion can kiss my furry ass!” one of the guards mumbles. ‘that wouldn’t be too bad. she’s a looker’ she hisses at them. “in your dreams. i hope a dragon chews you up!” she pulls out the axe. “i demand you take me to inigo! he had been heading into riften getting everything ready for our… wedding” she lowers her weapon, realizing all this yelling wasn’t getting her anywhere. she puts the axe away. “please. i just want to make sure he’s alright. i will come with you and answer whatever questions you have” he nods. “that’s better. first khajiit i’ve seen that hasn’t tried to either kill me, barter with me, or try and pick my pocket!” she glares at him. “racist! not all khajiit are criminals!” he doesn’t answer and heads into the city. she got dark looks from the townspeople and shopkeepers as she followed the guards. ‘what did he do? what happened?’ she was really worried now. They walk down into the dungeons and walk up to the cell Inigo was in. He was happy to see her and was the only one who knew she had a lot of hidden items on her right now.
The guards walk out. The captain sighs. "I know this isn't easy, so I'll let you two have a moment to say your goodbyes" she gasps. He leaves. She turns to Inigo, tears in her blue eyes. "Say our g-goodbyes? But why?" He brushes a hand down her face, drying her tears. "Don't cry, my love. There is nothing that can be done. Those stormcloaks forced me to join them or they would kill me. I had been planning to get away once able, but the imperials ambushed the group I was with. I didn't want to do it, but I had to defend myself." She didn't like what she was hearing. "You killed imperials with the stormcloaks? Why didn't you explain what happened?" "I tried. Just because I'm a blasted cat, they didn't trust my story. So now, here we are" she shakes her head, more tears coming out. "No! I refuse to let you die! We could escape, get out of skyrim! We..." he kisses her on the lips. "No. I know you're not a fighter. I know you came prepared, but i don't want you getting killed trying to help me. Please, I can't bear the thought of me being the reason for your death. You must go on without me. We will see each other again, my love" she couldn't bear it anymore. She hugs him tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Please don't do this to me... I can't live without you!" He had never seen her so sad before, even when she had been a beggar when they knew each other back when they were still children. “my love. do you have any soul gems? you could soul trap me until you could find a way to bring me back. we could be together again one day. but i don’t want you to try and get me out of here” she shakily takes out a grand soul gem. she casts the soul trap onto him. they share one last, drawn out kiss before she leaves with a heavy heart. the guards watch her leave, she not speaking a word to any of them. she doesn't stay for the execution, but feels the soul gem start to hum with energy as it took in the soul.
she wanted to cry, but knew it was pointless in this cold and dark land. she wished she had just stayed in elsweyr instead of coming to this frozen hell called skyrim. the nords who lived here were cruel and selfish, seeing her kind and the argonians a pests and animals. she also saw the imperials as a bunch of invaders being used as puppets by those racist thalmor. her one true friend was gone and she now surrounded by those she saw as enemies. other than oveena and ulfric, her two friends in winterhold. she never understood why they liked living somewhere so cold and closed off. other than mages for the college, no one ever went up there as a great storm many years ago had caused more than half the city to collapse into the sea of ghosts, never seen again. the place barely had any buildings anymore and she hated the biting cold up there, preferring the grassy plains of whiterun hold.
she looked at the daggers hanging at her side, before now, all she wanted to do was collect them as a hobby, but was actually tempted to use them now. there were several divines and daedric princes she could pray to for help and/or revenge against the imperials, but she wanted answers from the stormcloaks before she made any rash decisions. she walks up to the carriage driver. “this one needs to get to windhelm. are you willing to take me there?” he was surprised. “you do realise how far away that is, right? it would take at least a few days to get there from here. how important is it to you?” a tinge of annoyance goes across her face. she hated how greedy men of this land were. she pulls out her ebony dagger. “how much is it worth? how about your life?” he panics. “help! guards! i’m being attacked!” she sees two guards approach and her hand lights up with fire, launching a heated bolt of fire, burning one of the guards to a crisp. she then throws her steel dagger into the other one’s neck, killing them quickly. she pulls the dagger out, splattering blood across her face. she turns around, anger and hate in her eyes. the carriage driver gets off the wagon and runs away. she jumps up on it, whipping the reigns of the horse. as she headed up the road, she was trying to comprehend what she just did. she just murdered two people and was holding another with threat of death with a dagger. she didn’t realize it, but she had just started down a dark path.