Dragonborn's Wife (Open to a female of any Skyrim race X3)

He smiled and caressed the back of her head for a moment before picking up a wooden bowl. "Oh dear one, you spoil me." He kissed her forehead and went to the front, gently spooning the stew into his bowl, smiling at her, his tail waving appreciatively. "Please, while we eat, tell me what I have been missing here in town, dearest."

[Angel]

"Not all that much." she chuckled, and waited to get her own bowlful.
"The bards keep hosting their burnings, which seems to be the only constant. Everything else seems to almost be chance."

"Oh?" he asked with a small smile. "Any good gossip around? Come now, I know you go out and talk to the girls outside the Fletcher's shop now and then. You must have heard some rumors about the town." He smirked at her and pat the chair next to his, encouraging her to sit with him.

[Angel]

She rolled her eyes, taking the seat.
"You act like I'm a gossip." she said, resting against him.
"I have heard that Vivienne from Angeline's shop if being wooed by one of the soldiers." she said, smiling.

He smiled and ate his food slowly. "I only ask because, while you don't spread rumors, you seem to hear quite a few of them, my dear. And is she taking his advances seriously? Or is he destined to get himself brushed aside?"

[Angel]

The khajiit ate politely as well, and smiled.
"People trust me. I don't betray that trust; You don't count, I'm supposed to tell everything I hear to you so I don't explode from holding it all in." she said, teasingly. "And yes, she seems to be quite smitten."

He chuckled, glad to hear that word. He remembered how hard it had been for him to be here when he had first tried to run the border. Kahjiit were not well respected in Skyrim, treated as thieves and robbers. Not that it was not a totally deserved reputation, but a few bad apples had spoiled the entire pie, so to speak.

He nodded. "I am glad. The girl deserves someone nice." He sipped his food again. "Stormcloaks are organizing again. Apparently they've found someone to replace Ulfric."

[Angel]

The woman gave a soft "Hrrmph." at the mention of Ulfric.
"As if the bastard didn't cause enough chaos while living." she grumbled.

Language," he warned gently. "I will say, while I don't approve of his methods, I can respect the man's passion." He smiled a little bit. "And he was one heck of a fighter, that one."

[Angel]

The woman glared at him softly, though it was barely more than a little pouty.
"Language nothing..." she mumbled. She was a grown woman!