(Night time) After killing the fake emperor and commander Morro of the pentalus octalus telling me my mistake, I am standing cornered on one of the battlement towers of the city of Solitude. They run towards me to kill me and I stab the nearest one to me and take the only option, risking my life by jumping off of the top of the battlement wall and landing, injured on the grassy slope outside of the city. The front doors to the city open and more guards approach me. I set off and dive into the water. I swim down as far as I can go and swim south along the seabed with my experienced Argonian swimming. I breach to the surface of the glistening water,breathless. Without looking back I start sprinting into the darkness of the marshlands and don't stop running until I get to the cover of trees, and slow down slightly, until I am out of the hold. I check the stars and calculate the time of a few hours as the time it will take me to limp, wounded, across the marshlands and to my manor hall safe in the neighbouring hold of The Pale, also known as 'the old boot'. I can't risk being seen in this current hold for a while now, and I will have to go into hiding in my manor, to heal. Luckily it's stocked with all the supplies of mead and food that I could need, and all the comforts in Tamriel. And, with the thought of comfort in mind, I set off for a grizzly journey across the marshlands. If you bothered to read all that, thank you, although I just wrote it on the spot, despite this all happening to my Argonian over a year ago now. :)