Reading Brisingr has inspired me to write this, as I fell back in love with Nasuada and Murtagh. Unlike most stories where the two are or have been in love, in this one, they are perfectly indifferent to each other for the time being. It's going to change though. :) This story is going to take forever to write, but I'll try to update often. Enjoy!

A gentle breeze cooled Nasuada's face as she leaned her neck upward, revealing her fragile throat, as she strained to catch sight of a snatch of blood in the dark sky. He was taking too long. Did he realize how long she had been waiting for him? Suddenly, Nasuada felt an irrational fear that he wouldn't be able to spot her on this dark, moonless night since she blended in so well.

Her fears immediately converged into mindless joy and excitement as she managed to catch a flash of red in the black horizon. She was practically trembling with anticipation as she impatiently waited for the red flash to come to her. With every second, the red blob grew larger and more focused to announce that it was a dragon with scales like crystallized drops of blood. On its back sat a fully armored man, his features covered by a dark helm.

Soon, Nasuada could feel the artificial wind produced by the dragon's wings and every powerful wing beat threatened to knock her over. Far too slowly, the dragon nimbly landed and dropped on it's haunches. Nasuada rushed as fast as her silk slippers would allow to the front of the dragon, her eyes glistening with unbearable expectation. Up close, every single one of the dragon's scales shone like a thousand rubies, making the stars above appear shameful with their dim glow.

Not soon enough, the rider swiftly dismounted and quickly dashed to Nasuada's side, enveloping her with strong arms. Nasuada surrendered herself to him, melting in his warmth like a puddle. Ecstasy flooded her sense as she felt whole again, something she hadn't felt since he last left her.

"My beloved," Nasuada sighed, staring at his masked face. She gently slipped her hand under his helm and pulled it up and over his head, revealing…

Murtagh?

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Nasuada woke from her daydream with a jolt, blinking at the frowning council members around her, their eyes all on her. King Orrin was wearing the only sympathetic face in the room. Nasuada cleared her throat, her face slightly flushed from embarrassment, "Er… Sorry, didn't catch that."

Sabrae gave her an odd look and repeated her question. Nasuada idly wondered how many times she had to repeat it, "What is your opinion about the shelter allotted for the Varden?"

Nasuada had every intention of zoning out the rest of the meeting to ponder about her odd daydream, but there were more important matters at hand. She sighed and began to talk passionately about how the lack of supplies was inefficient to provide for them all, once one. The ever recurring debate was getting old and the arguments were all heard many times over, but Nasuada couldn't give up. As leader of the Varden, she had to do all in her power to provide for her people. Still, she couldn't help wondering what her subconscious was trying to tell her through that dream…

No! Her subconscious wasn't telling her anything! Like how claustrophobics often unwillingly think of cramped areas, she can't help but think of her greatest enemy in that matter as well. Still, it was a shame he had become under Galbatorix's control. He had been such a lovely person to-

NO! "Have you heard from Eragon, recently?"

Nasuada blinked at looked up at the kind face of King Orrin. No time to dwell on the past. Varden was what mattered. Varden and Eragon. Nothing else. "Yes, he reported of-" She was bored out of her life, but this was the life of a ruler.

Don't worry, I have the second chapter already written and ready to publish if I get the right response. Sorry for the short chapter. Expect an update in a couple days.

Please review! I swear it gets better! :)