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Lydia came back a few minutes after Vilkas had left and knelt by Selene. "By the eight, what happened?"
"Lydia, could you take some fresh water up to my room for me?"
"Did Vilkas do that to your face?"
"I really don't want to talk about it."
"As you wish, my Thane."
When Lydia came back with water, Selene went upstairs, undressed and washed up. Her left eye throbbed and her vision was fuzzy, and when she looked in the mirror she saw that it was swelling shut and a terrible bruise was forming on her cheek. Vilkas had hit her hardin more ways than one. She put on a clean dress and lay on the bed, trying to blot out the day's events, but they bombarded her mind relentlessly. The Silver Hand had attacked and taken the fragments. Kodlak was dead. Vilkas had struck her.
Vilkas had struck her.
She'd been hit by guys before. She was a warrior, for Kyne's sake; she fought all the time. But this was different. It wasn't some bandit or a thug in a bar picking a fight; it was Vilkas.
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Honorhall Orphanage. It had seemed so much bigger when Selene was a child. That was the way of things. The older she got, the smaller the world became. Old Grelod wouldn't look so big, either. She'd be stooped, her bones brittle with age, palsy sending terrible shivers in her bony hands. Selene wouldn't even have to use a blade. She could probably break the matron's neck with her bare hands.
But no. That was not why she was in Riften. She had made her choice, and she was going to stand by it. At least for the time being, Grelod the Kind would live. The decision had been for her benefit, not Grelod's; the desire for revenge was such a heavy burden to carry around. She wasn't an angry adolescent anymore. She was a grown woman, and a hero at that, although she hated the word. The old witch hadn't ruined Selene's life; she had shaped it, no matter how harshly. She wouldn't be where she was today if not for Grelod.
Thus, she turned her gaze away from the orphanage and walked up the stairs t