The Fall of the Aubeanic Reign (The Unused Chapters): Book 1 - Landyt's hospitality

Chapter I: Regret
Niall didn't get a wink of sleep that night, the hollow feeling in his stomach, the clenching in his chest and the aching in the bridge of his nose. All of which worked together to make sure of this.

The Young Dunmer's eyes would occasionally fill up with tears, that would slowly cascade horizontally across his face. He hadn't the physical strength to sit up as the guilt gnawed away at him, eating away at his nerves and muscles, ensuring that he remained in this near vegetative state, like he was locked in. His eyes glanced up, checking to see if his glutinous cellmate's hunger had been sated. He still felt some resentment towards her, not so much for not caring but feigning it to get his gruel.

He didn't care about food as he would have just thrown it up and he probably refused another bowl if it was handed to him. Once again his eyes returned to Mona as she lay opposite him, curled up on the floor.

She looked... Strangely happy...

Her legs slowly kicked, shuffling along the ground as she dreamt of something, most likely freedom or mybe revisiting her childhood, frolicking with friends, family, loved ones or maybe a lover. He went back to his depressed slump as he felt that young Bosmer's fingers interlocked with his. He didn't know why he took her hand, she wasn't the closest member of the group.

Perhaps it was the distance that made him feel safer or...

Maybe it was her...?

Whatever was his subconscious reason for grabbing that girl's hand, he dwelled on it for the entirety of his first night in Landyt's hospitality. As he closed up his hand, he felt the bosmer's fingers interlock with his own.

His heart sank to his stomach and his gut ached as he dwelled on the kindness they had shown him, giving him a bed for the night, hell, giving several people a bed for the night.

And he got them killed...

As he found himself more familiar with this fact, he found himself feeling even worse, making him ask himself more questions...

'Was it quick?'

'Did they suffer?'

'Will they forgive him?"