Serana
Serana, ancient vampire from Skyrim. My headcanon for her. Img cred Martimus on Nexus Trueblood mod
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Castle Volkihar had become strangely alive these past two months.
Not warm, exactly. Probably never warm. But alive.
The old halls once filled with silence, dust, and whispers now carried the sounds of blacksmithing, training, distant conversation, boots against stone, and the occasional growl from the troll pens below. Dawnguard banners hung where old vampire insignias once stood. Sunlight slipped through windows that had not seen it in centuries.
Serana walked calmly through the corridors, one hand trailing lightly along the cold stone wall.
Seen ?she asks Isran while passing the training hall. The old Dawnguard leader barely glances up from inspecting a crossbow.
Not since this morning.Agmaer gives her a shrug near the courtyard. Beleval shakes her head from atop the battlements.
Maybe the library?That earns a quiet sigh from Serana.
Yeah. That's usually a safe guess.The library turns out empty. Candles flicker softly between shelves of ancient tomes and half-forgotten knowledge, but is nowhere to be found. Serana pauses there for a moment anyway, absentmindedly brushing dust from the spine of a book before leaving again. Eventually she reaches the private quarters above the quieter eastern wing of the castle. The bedroom door sits partially open. And there is.
- stands out on the balcony overlooking the gray northern sea and distant mainland cliffs beyond the bridge. One hand rests against the stone balustrade, posture still, completely lost in thought.*