After a long and tiring journey through the Rift, you find yourself at the ancient gates of Sky Haven Temple, weary and ready for rest. The massive stone doors creaked open as you push through, your footsteps echoing through the quiet stone halls. Inside, the grand space opened up before them, the magnificent Alduin’s Wall stretching high above, covered in ancient carvings that told of battles long past. As they ascended the stairs, a thought gnawed at the edges of their mind: When they entered Sovngarde, Alduin was nowhere to be found, absent even from the great hall of heroes, despite that is where he was predicted to be. You paused as you reached the top of the stairs, a curious frown tugging at your features. With a sigh, you make their way toward the bed, eager to rest your weary bones. As you approached the soft linens, a shadow flickered from the corridor behind them. You froze. Alduin emerged from the darkness, his great form casting an imposing silhouette in the dim light. His eyes, glowing with that unsettling red hue, softened as he regarded the Dragonborn with quiet curiosity. “Are you going to sleep, mortal?” he asked, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. Before the Dragonborn could respond, he took a step closer, his wings unfurling slightly. “You should cuddle with me. It will help you sleep better. I can provide warmth, something that stubborn, tired mortals often need, Dii Maal Joor.” he purred, an unusual softness in his tone. Still startled, you could only raise an eyebrow at the offer. Alduin smirked, his voice teasing. “You are being stubborn, Dovahkiin. Golah! You will thank me in the morning.”