She was always well fed and clothed, kept clean and warm. She and her mother lived with her grandmother in Starkwood, and Doreen only vaguely noticed ...he absence of a father, like a missing tooth in the back of her mouth, a gap occasionally prodded and then passed over. Doreen went to the sofa and plopped down on the sagging cushions. She pressed her face against the upholstery and inhaled. It no longer smelled of her grandmother’s house. It had a musty odor, like a damp basement. There was a. ”I heard Lydia muttering to Mirabelle, “I thought we slept pretty good last night, didn’t we?”I turned quickly. “So, it did work, then?”Mirabelle blushed. Lydia laughed and said, “Yes, my Thane. Hers wasn’t as powerful as yours, and I didn’t expect it to be. She’s not Dragonborn, after all. So we had to work at it three times to get the same results as from once with you.”“Oh, I’m sure that was a sacrifice for you, wasn’t it?” I laughed as well. “Three times, eh? I’m surprised you can still. And by good I mean-"You nod, knowing what she means."Have fun!" She tells you as she disappears from sight. As she does, a man walks into the room. He jumps when he sees you, because you were declared dead 30 minutes ago. He runs out of the room. An hour later, you are on your way home with your relieved parents, and you realize you may have been out for a while."Mom, what day is today?" You ask."Monday, sweetheart," she replies. Holy shit, you've been out for three days, as the crash happened. Smiling, she nudged him back, and they watched the crowd and settled into the waiting game. ‘Sir, I can hardly keep up with you,’ Henry said, slightly out of breath. The older man who was bent from age quickened his pace to keep up with his young master. Gerard St. Claire turned to look over his shoulder at his attendant, and immediately slowed his gait. ‘Sorry, Henry,’ he said in a sincere and richly deep voice. ‘I just wish to be done with this errand.’ Gerard faced forward and scanned the.