[SKYRIM]: The Name of Time - Miraak & Female Dragonborn Fanfiction - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

There are three things that cannot be hidden forever: the sun, the moon, and the truth. Tidings about another Dragonborn that lives together with Ammra gradually spread from among people of Raven Rock to civilians of Skyrims. It reached the young and old, poor and rich.
Dragonborn title had become so highly-esteem ever since Alduin's defeat—though not a single soul knew the truth. Nevertheless, any mentioning of 'Dragonborn', people would think of scenes of glorious battle or dangerous endeavors. Again, they were fooled by how well Ammra kept something to herself.
Far from the prying eyes and pricking ears, in Lakeview Manor of Falkreath Hold, the two Dragonborn were, as the matter of fact, were busy with their research. Being gifted in Arcane arts, they peacefully spent that particularly no-responsibility-as-thane day experimenting with magic.
The sound of the pen scratching stopped when Miraak finished writing all of his experiment concepts. Winter would come soon, and when Spring came, it would the right time to propose Ammra. To do that, he was planning to make a pair of enchanted rings imbued by their Magica.
The fusion of two different power inside an object had never been done before. But Miraak was nothing if not brilliant. Once the attempt came to fruition, the ring would befit them as Dragonborn. The only thing he needed to start was Ammra's Magica.
Miraak got to his feet and went to the greenhouse. The sweet smell of flowers and berries filled the air as soon as he opened the door, coming from whatever the younger Dragonborn was making. Across the room, he saw Ammra was busy grinding some ingredients.
Ammra slightly jolted when a pair of hands made their way around her waist. She felt his chest on her back as Miraak gently hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her head.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I am learning to make a soap." She retorted, then giggled when Miraak gave a peck on the side of her head. "Tilma, the maid in Jorrvaskr taught me last week. Now I want to make a different type of soap. Something extraordinary."
He did not reply at once and slightly frowned. Miraak was trying to register the fact and making sure he heard correctly. An extraordinary staff or weapon would likely be easier for him to comprehend. But a mere soap was too unexpected. What special effect would it have compared to an ordinary one?
Miraak let her go when Ammra tried to move to the next table. She took some Snowberries and put them into the mortar.
"An extraordinary soap?" he finally asked.
"Yes. This soap would wash away dirt 100 times more effectively than the normal one. I will go to the lake later to see how this works."
He sighed and slightly chuckled. What would take someone to make oneself 100 times cleaner than normal was still a mystery for him. Nevertheless, Ammra just being Ammra anyway.
"I was wondering it could improve your magic or any more useful effect." He said sarcastically.
Suddenly Ammra gasped but Miraak slapped himself internally. He knew he had just fuelled whatever she had in mind. "You are such a genius!" she exclaimed. "If I do this right, I might create a soap with a magic resistance effect. Or better, increase the user resistance against fire, ice, or lightning." Her face was bright with joy. "This could be better than potion. You don't need to carry those bottles anywhere. Instead, just take a bath before any battle and..."
Her words halted as Miraak placed his index finger on her lips, gently hushing her. He smiled when their eyes met. The first Dragonborn pulled her closer then landed a brief soft kiss on her lips. "While you are busy here, I also have research to do." He told her, but not more than she needed to know for now. "I'll need some amount of your Magica. So, may I?"
Ammra just nodded. He held one of her hands. As their palms met, Ammra could feel his power was pulling her Magica out of her body. Soon, it would condense into a kind of crystal. He did not miss the chance to hug her with one hand and kissed her while being careful enough to not take her Magica too much.
"There is side effect when you use someone else's Magica." Ammra reminded. "Mine, however, I forgot what it is. But don't worry, it would not affect your offensive spell. So, the side effect wouldn't be too harmful." Miraak was impressed by her concern. "Do you want me to check my old notebook for the side effect? It'll take some time to find it, though."
"It's fine, little one. You can return to your soap." He said with a teasing tone and chuckled when Ammra gently pounded him.
That was how it was. Everyone was busy; the people with their imagination of Dragonborns, Miraak with his marriage plan, and Ammra with her endeavor to eradicate germs 100 times more effective. Nevertheless, far beyond mortals' awareness, even the immortals were busy as well. For example, the Daedric Prince Sanguine.
It had been a while since his encounter with Ammra. He was always busy keeping the Nirn remained populous, making sure mortals have a vigorous drive to breed. At that particular amorous but lustful day in his realm, the prince smirked while gently caressing a rose he was holding—it was given by Ammra herself.
The moment he thought of her, Sanguine sniffed her smell in the air. It was so sweet; a combination of flowers and Snowberries. After putting the rose away very carefully as if it was a fragile artifact of some sort, Sanguine teleported from his realm to the mortal plane. Immediately he caught the woman he had been thinking about standing alone by the lakeside.
She was as beautiful as the last day he saw her. Sanguine immediately disguised as a male Nord hunter to approach her.
"Good day," he greeted.
She instantly turned her body and faced him. A single glance was enough to tell she was unhappy. Perhaps she still remembered his kiss and annoyed. Anyone would be. Sanguine smirked to see her being upset. Her puffed cheeks seemed so touchable.
"Sanguine." She muttered. "Get lost!"
He was partly disappointed and partly amazed to be noticed so soon. Perhaps the clever girl began to notice him now? How nice it would be for Sanguine! It was an improvement!
"Come, on. Why the hostility?" he asked while transforming to his true form. He was pierced by her cold gaze. Sanguine stepped closer when noticing she stood still in her place.
"Don't you dare to come closer!" she threatened, both hands ready with lightning spells.
He chuckled. "Are you still mad because of the kiss? Come, on. It was just a forehead kiss!" he said. "Miraak wouldn't mind."
Her stare turned to glare. "Get lost!" she fired the master-level-lightning spell: Lightning storm. A deadly electrical current of white purplish glow burst out of her hands.
Sanguine immediately evaded. He chuckled seeing the angry woman. The spell might be the most powerful, but it put her in one place, unable to move freely. When Sanguine decided it was time to leave before he got roasted, he teleported next to her. And without a chance to evade due to the spell, she found the Daedric Prince gave a peck on her cheek.
"See you again, sweet roll." He whispered seductively next to her ear before vanishing into thin air.
All in sudden silence fell in the air. Everything seemed still until she heard footsteps from the house drawing near swiftly. Before long, came out Ammra with a worried face.
"Oh no, Miraak!" she exclaimed with a regretful tone. "I just remembered the side effect and was about to warn you. My Magica would give out a strong illusion spell, making you look like me." No answer came. "Miraak...are you okay? Please. I am so sorry. I totally forgot. Please don't be upset with me. Here, let me help you with that."
She immediately held one of his hands to dispel the illusion effect. Soon enough, he was no longer appear like her. Nevertheless, even if the problem had been solved but she was unsure why he remained so...dark. Was he so angry with her?
"Ammra." He finally spoke. "Is your soap ready, yet?"
His unexpected question totally confused her but she just immediately nodded—still with a concerned face. Without a single word, Miraak went home and used the very soap she made while hoping to feel its 100 times more powerful cleansing effect. In the back of his head, it's time to find another way to kill A Daedric Prince whose name started with an 'S'.
Meanwhile, Ammra hurriedly brewed some tea and baked some lavender dumplings to make up with Miraak. The poor young Dragonborn had no idea what just happened.