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“My Dearest,” Almalexia says as She turns to Her ever diligent champion. The two of them were alone in Her own chambers, the only place the two could be true to each other. The only place Almalexia could be Ayem again.
The only nord in Her Hands looks up into Her eyes, love shining on her face so clearly it makes the God-King ache. Oh, Her devoted, Her shining heart. What would She do without her? Elmora was Her heart ripped straight from Her chest given flesh. Ever more than a shout away would make the great Mother Morrowind feel naked, and once again mortal. As if Her very godhood was at stake. The only mortal able to speak Her real name and not to be punished gazed at Her in a way that not even the heart of Lorkhan was able to make her feel. The thought should make Her tense and recoil out of fear and rage, but there was nothing of the sorts. If anything, Elmora makes Her feel stronger. While the nord shuts her eyes, Almalexia really looks at her. At Elmora's curly white hair, at the freckles strewn about on her soft face, the scars mimicing a smile on her cheeks. She was so lovely, and oh so strong. Elmora's devotion made her weak in the knees sometimes.
She should know the truth about Our godhood. Almalexia muses, But to put her reverence… her love of me at risk… No, she shall not know. Ever. She shall forever revere me as the goddess I am.
Breaking out of Her thoughts, the Goddess floats towards the nord and places Her golden hands on her scarred cheeks. Adjusting the ever blooming flowers She had gifted Elmora, She continues, "There have been rumors of attacks on citizens by creatures of dwemer creation. I mean to see to it myself, starting here in Mounhold. Will you acompany me, my champion?"
Still resting her head in Almalexia's hands, Elmora speaks. "Of course, my Goddess. Shall I fetch your war mask for you?"
Almalexia smiles, and pulls Her beloved in for a kiss on her hairline. Oh how well Her beloved knew Her. Ayem loved her, shared in each other's hearts in ways Almalexia did not with even with that wretched husband did. If Elmora had been Her partner instead of that horrid Neverar, Ayem muses to Herself, There was no doubt in Her heart that there would be four god-kings instead of three. How They would spin that, She wasn't sure, but the people would accept h myer. They would see the love between the two, and worship her just for the devotion Elmora had for their Mother.
"You know me so well, my love." the two smile at each other for a moment, before the would-be-goddess speaks again, "Help me out of my robe, and into my armor before that, however. If you would, my Storm-Thorn."
She still remembers when she gifted Elmora the name. it was years ago, when they first truly met. Some daedra had led an attack on the dumner in a terrible storm, one that hadn't been seen in centuries. Elmora, in the storm stood by Her Hands and ordinators to stop the army. Even in rags and wielding a broken sword, she did not back down. Even when her and the goddess were some of the last standing, she defended Her and put a stop to the army. When she collapsed at the goddess's feet, she did not thank one of the nord gods like expected, but with some of the last of her strength, said for your glory. Right then, she knew there was something special about the woman. Healing her, Almalexia praised Elmora, and decided to train her to become a member of Her army.
"Lost in your thoughts again, my love?" Elmora questioned, placing a kiss on Her bare shoulder. As she pulls off Her crimson robe. Almalexia had been so consumed reminiscing, that she did not notice Elmora slipping Her out of Her shoulder guards, "Mm, of when I had met you. Of how beautiful you are in battle."
"All for you." the nord smiles up at Her as Almalexia smiles and cups her neck. Almalexia's eyes drift to the sign of the tribunal tattooed onto her head, another sign of devotion, as she leans down to kiss Her lover.
Elmora pulls away and turns to grab Her armor, and Almalexia speaks as she leans against the bedpost, “Is it strange to you? To dress a goddess? To love a goddess as a mere mortal?”
Elmora hums, turning back to the goddess with Her armor in hand. “It is strange to think I never served You. That I had never seen Your glory, Your love at one point in my life…” she trails off as she begins dressing Her in Her boots, and continues as she begins to dress Her in her armored loincloth, “To think I never served the One-true-goddess at one point in my life… almost pains me.”
She stops, looking up at Almalexia with such reverence for a moment, “I would trade all my life away as a slave again if that means I could serve you for a moment, Lady Ayem.”
Almalexia hums into her lips as she kisses Elmora, satisfied.
"Now," Almalexia states as she pulls Herself away from Elmora's lips, "My war mask?"
"Ah, but my goddess, your chestplate and shoulder-” Almalexia cuts her off with a simple smile and a tut, “Haven't you learned not to question a goddess, my dear? I am beyond your comprehension. I think I can manage to finish dressing myself.”
Elmora bows deeply, “Of course, I am sorry, my dearest heart. I did not mean to imply anything, I shall fetch your war mask immediately.”
Almalexia smiles, good. While she always passed the tests of worship, it never hurt to make sure that the nord wasn't getting too comfortable, or thinking that she was on the same level as Her. While She loved Elmora with all her heart, they could never be equals. But, oh she would always ache with her love.