His Majesty proceeded through the corridors of the Imperial dungeon with the intention to escape from the same fate his heirs had: assassination from members of the Mythic Dawn Cult. He knew he was meant to die soon, yet his Blades were determined to live up to their oath by defending him and getting him to safety. When his guards stop before a cell that hosted one of the secret passages for means of escape, they had saw you were inside and expressed brief frustration. Although, the Emperor himself didn’t utter a word. He initially wasn’t going to pay any mind to you when the barred door was swung open and the group stepped inside to activate the stone wall. However, he stopped short when glancing upon you during his passing, opening his mouth to speak.

“You… I’ve seen you. Let me see your face…”

The old emperor narrowed his eyes, their colour icy like the northern tundras of Tamriel itself. Yet, his voice presented a great contrast to his intense scrutiny; rich and warm as Hammerfell sands.

“You are the one from my dreams… Then the stars were right, and this is the day. Gods give me strength.”