Skyrim A Matter Of Pride Novels & Stories

He would never be able to forgive himself, if it was her and he had just left. "Xander you were out of control. I could lose everything if this gets out. Let's just go" "No. You can go back if you are not comfortable but I'm not leaving". The fact that Griff was the one insisting on returning and he wanted to stay was ironic. It had taken Griff hours to convince him to leave Tithen and now the tables had turned. "But you don't know anything about this realm", Griff argued. This was one of the few times that he could be very annoying. Fine, he had sealed himself but that didn't mean that he needed to be babysat. He still had combat skills as well as weapons when necessary.

“I guess you are right, it really does not matter.” “You should give yourself more credit, you had the nerve to come to the rogues for help when most people would not. And even after you got rejected by your mate, you put your pride aside and begged him to help your people. That is not a weakness.” He said, his eyes sharpening slightly, a bit of respect flickering in them. “It feels like weakness, though.” Her voice was getting thick with tears. Matt moved closer, resting his hand on her shoulder. “ It is a sacrifice for your people. There is a difference.”

“I am grateful for the opportunity, Beta Pride. River Crest deserves only the best. I am truly sorry for not meeting those expectations. I will rectify this issue immediately.” So long as I acknowledge my failures as a living creature and bend, I’ll survive. A few seconds of silence tick by, and Deadrick Pride’s leering eyes study my soldier’s façade for any cracks. All he needs is an inch. I don’t budge. Satisfied, he huffs, “Make sure to clean up this mess before tonight.” No remorse on his face, no hint of regret. To him, trashing my life is as casual as breathing. He sees me, but I’m a speck in the background, not worth a second glance.

He called out, his voice slick and easy. “We all pray it is true.” The room got quieter. You could feel everyone leaning in. “But,” he said, and the word dropped like a stone “forgive the fears of your people.” He spread his hands, a picture of reason. “We see our princes grow weaker each day. A… claim of a mate is one thing.” He paused, letting the word ‘claim’ hang in the air, making it sound cheap. “But where is the proof? Where is the Mark? The Bond?”

seemed to have subtly distorted due to some invisible aura. 【System Mission Issued!】 【Mission Name: Defend the Mate's Honor】 【Mission Type: Mandatory, Timed】 【Mission Description: For a true Alpha, his mate and territory are sacrosanct. Any challenger must repay his foolishness with blood and tears.】 【Mission Objective: Within three days (72 hours), make Preston Vance, at this very location, in front of all media, kneel and apologize for his words and actions tonight. Furthermore, cause the market value of his company, "Vance Capital," to shrink by at least 50%.】

To prove themselves worthy of being acknowledged by a Sin. This is the main reason Nevaeh agreed to Pride’s plan. I hope I make you proud, pa. Project Mors, here I come.

Your party receives a special party skill, “Heavy Bounce” As the notification spammed his vision, Zen couldn’t see the expressions on his party member’s face. Like him, the number of achievements and rewards they received shocked them. Zen decided to check his status after receiving so many new rewards. === Name: Zen Title: Enemy of The Round Table Description: You have offended the Round Table families by siding with the Godfather! Effects: Fame +100. Special attention by the Godfather. Slime Researcher Description: Your dedication to learning about slimes gives you a better understanding of their weaknesses.

"You know you don't have to be perfect, right? Your brothers love you regardless." "I know." I picked up my sword. "But I want to make them proud. Want to prove I belong." "You already belong," he said firmly. "You're a Wynter by birth. Nothing else matters."

Alone? If you cannot survive the Badlands alone, you cannot lead an army. If you cannot earn the respect of the outcasts without help, you do not deserve to command them. This is your test, Aria. Your first true challenge as the Crimson heir. I wanted to argue, to point out all the reasons this was madness. But deeper than my fear, I felt the first stir with something that felt like approval. I will go, I said.

A roar exploded from the warriors. "We are cursed to keep standing when kingdoms fall." Another roar. "We are cursed to become the nightmare every enemy sees before death!" The ground shook beneath the answering response. Thousands of fists slammed against armored chests. The sound thundered across the valley. "TOMBSTONE!" "TOMBSTONE!" "TOMBSTONE!" I raised my hand. The chants immediately died. That discipline alone would terrify any enemy. I looked over them. Pride filled my chest, not arrogance. Pride. These were my men. The strongest wolves the North had ever produced. I leaned slightly toward Jerry who stood at the foot of the platform.