The brightest witch of her age. That's what they called her, at any rate. Hermione was no brightest witch. She was a hollow shell, in her own estimation, waiting for the curse etched in her wrist to consume her until she passed on from this world. Her only hope lie in the very same witch that had inflicted the curse on her. (Trigger warning for abuse and depression)

A slave, escaped, finally free. She meets one person who would change her, make her love again, and she would change her love. DB/Aela. Dragons may or may not appear in the land of skyrim. First story, be a little leniant on me. Rated M for adult content: slavery, torture, sex. Not a highly sexual fic, but sex is done later in the chapters. I suck at summaries. Hiatus for 4 months.

I suck at summaries: An Altmer woman, reading about the Falmer, becomes curious about them, and begins to seek answers to cure them from their blindness, hoping that it would turn the creatures back to being as they were, Snow elves. She becomes attracted to one of her subjects, which leads her to want the cure more. F/F. M for future chapters. Will be fluffy. Hiatus for 4 months.