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Very very sexy. Want more Arend now. Oh yes.

Sorry, but it's Anuriel (the Steward) who's the girlfriend of Unmid Snow-Shod :(

Here's their dialogue (from UESP's CS, which contains all of the dialogue in the game):

Riften Keep Scene 08
Unmid: Anuriel, would you please stop declaring that the city is safe for the Jarl to roam? You and I both know that isn't true.

Anuriel: I would never knowingly place Laila in danger, you know that too. Why do you always question my judgment? You don't trust me.

Unmid: I trust you, I'm just concerned about her safety. That's all. Don't be angry with me.

Anuriel: I'm not angry with you. Tell you what, lover. Meet me in my chambers later and we can discuss the situation in private.

Riften Keep Scene 07
Anuriel: Unmid, my sweet. Are we still meeting later for... combat training?

Unmid: Of course. Your training isn't complete yet.

Anuriel: I look forward to it then.

Wylandriah and Unmid don't actually have any dialogue. Wylandriah only talks to you and to Jarl Laila.

Still, there's no reason for this to affect your prompt :)

Thank you for your kind review anon, but uhm this was a Cynric story, there was no Vilkas in it ;)

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!

Thank you! I've actually been working on a multi chapter story, this prompt gave me a good idea for a little bit of background story for Eira. I'm looking forward to their meeting years later too, will Cynric remember her? How will they feel about each other? How will the others react when they find out they know each other and how they met? What will Mercer think of all this? Oh the possibilities!

I already IS interesting A!A!
I'm loving it! Am very much looking forward to seeing how Asta deals with Ulfric :)

*is not I, obviously! Derp!

You posted just in time, my hands were beginning to shake, I was showing signs of withdrawal! This has become my addiction! So far it's everything I hoped for A!A! I can't wait to read more and feed my addiction *sighs in bliss*

I noticed a little error though (at least I think it's an error), you said Falk healed Inge, but I think you meant Farengar, the Jarl's court wizzard? Falk is Elisif's steward in Solitude, I doubt he'd be much help ;)

So now the hunt is about to begin, I'm so curious to see what you have planned, will she pull it off or will something go wrong, landing her in more trouble than she can handle? Will it be Vilkas to the rescue again? Owww I need more!

DERP!A!A here!

You are absolutely right- it should be Farengar not Falk...that's what happens when you write at seven in the morning after twelve hours of work! ~~I knew his name began with an F though...does that count?~~ Thanks for the correction! :)

Igne's had enough of being the damsel in distress, of course with Igne's luck I think it's safe to say nothing's ever easy... ;)

Writing this prompt has become my addiction! When I first saw this prompt I thought it would be a nice little 5 chapter fill...and then it grew and grew...We need to set up KinkMemers Anonymous or something (we've got the anonymous part down!)

As the person who posted the "Tacitus should get some (man) love" prompt, which is currently being filled here (http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3603.html?thread=4110867&#t4110867), I am all for this pairing! Especially for the geeky awkwardness all round! And being walked in on while wanking... oh dear!

Eagerly awaiting more.

As the person who posted the "Tacitus should get some (man) love" prompt, which is currently being filled as "Luna Moths" (I'd link to it but stupid livejournal keeps deciding that a link to another thread in this same journal is spam!), I am all for this pairing! Especially for the geeky awkwardness all round! And being walked in on while wanking... oh dear!

Eagerly awaiting more :)

Oooh yes, and because this is post-Book of Love, maybe Calcelmo will pray to Mara again on his nephew's behalf?

There will be mentions of Martin at least!

OP I'm glad you're liking this! It warms my heart to read that! Second chapter will be up soon (and it'll be longer/hopefully better written haha English is hard).

Wow first of all thank you so much for your lovely feedback!

I'm also quite pleased to have found this prompt. Fun fact: I initially sided with the Empire but after I finished the whole civil war story I felt irrationally bad about it.

I actually adore writing explicit scenes but the prompt focused on m!db with Ulfric so I figured I'd curb the details on Audric's other affairs. If OP doesn't actually mind, then I'd be happy to write those out as well (we certainly haven't seen the last of Brynjolf, to say the least...).

Again, thank you! I've got an update in the works, so hopefully it will be up sooner rather than later.

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Mira liked Whiterun. The people were friendly enough, the tavern had good, stiff drinks, and the weather was pleasant-- for Skyrim. In all, it was a nice place. Whenever she wasn’t out running around and playing Dragonborn, she liked to stop by at her little home there.

She often used words like ‘quaint’ and ‘charming’ to describe it. Before she was forced to leave High Rock in such an awful rush, she had a much grander estate, but she hadn’t had the time to pack and had arrived in Skyrim with nothing. Which was fine. Her mother built their family’s fortune from literally nothing, and Mira was determined to do the same.

But for the moment, her little Whiterun home was more than adequate. She came in sometime after lunch and was greeted by Lydia, who she found more than tolerable, and immediately ordered her housecarl to get some more fresh vegetables for the dinner she wished to cook-- not because she needed any, her current stores were more than adequate, but because she liked having the house to herself when she was home.

Lydia knew as much, and Mira knew she knew, so the Nord was unlikely to return to the house until it was actually nearing dinner time.

Mira had just returned from Blackreach-- with an Elder Scroll of all things in her pack!-- and really needed some time to rest before the inevitable climb back up the mountain to the Throat of the World. The fate of all living things could wait, the Dragonborn couldn’t be expected to save everyone without a nap or two in between, could she?

Of course not.

But just as she began to get comfortable, she suddenly felt... a presence?

She whirled around, conjuring armour and readying a firebolt before she realised that her uninvited guest was, of all things, a Daedric Prince.

She lowered her hands, getting rid of the firebolt, and fumbled around for something to say. What does one say when the Prince of Madness pops in unexpectedly?

“You! Uh... buh... huh?” she stammered. Eloquently. Finally she found her words and tried again. “What are you doing here?”

“Standing,” the daedra replied. Very helpful. Mira was unamused.

“Why?”

“I came to see you, knew you would be here. I’ve been watching you, my mortal minion.”

“Why?” she asked again, still in a state of shock.

“Because I gave you something. Do you remember?”

Mira’s eyes shifted toward the Wabbajack, displayed very nicely on the wall along with the Axe of Whiterun (because what was she, a caster, supposed to do with such a thing?) and an ornate shield she had picked up somewhere and liked the look of. Then her gaze shifted to the ground.

“Yes...”

“And what have you done with it?” he asked calmly.

“Nothing...”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said again, louder.

“That’s right! Nothing!” Sheogorath shouted, and the suddenness of the shouting was enough to make Mira jump.

“What did you want me to do with it?”

“Maybe cause a little mayhem. Confuse townsfolk, frighten children, inadvertently cause the deaths of at least four farmers. I didn’t give it to you so it could act as a pretty decoration!”

An excuse, any excuse. Angry Daedric Princes are bad Daedric Princes. “If someone sees me playing with that, I could get into trouble with the guards,” she tried.

“Then don’t get caught,” he said, voice getting low and admittedly more frightening than the yelling.

“I... well, I suppose...”

“You suppose? Don’t suppose. Act. You’re a clever girl, but spending too much time in your head is downright maddening.” The last word was spoken with inflection that Mira did not miss. She shuddered, and hoped he didn’t catch it.

If he did, there was no acknowledgement of it.

“I shall, then,” she said, conviction and firmness in her voice that wasn’t there before. She thought he’d like that. Maybe if she did what he wanted-- caused a little disruption-- he would leave her alone.

“I knew you had it in you!” And with that he was gone. He’d sounded satisfied, anyway.

Mira sighed. But it was time to find out just how dangerous the Wabbajack actually is.

HEHEHE~ Eagerly awaiting~<3

That escalated quickly :D. Looking forward to more, this is delicious.

Summary: Rozenn wants to know why Galmar dislikes Mages

Tags: Series: Rozenn_the_Breton, Char: F!Breton!DB, Galmar Stone-Fist, Genre: angst, gen, h/c, Kink: cuddling

A/N: So this fic wandered into my brain as I was waking up this morning and demanded to be shared with the kmeme. I WILL be working on my longer fills this weekend, but this needed to come first. A LOT more angst than is usual for me, please if you have any con-crit, let me know. Set after Unexpected.

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Rozenn stretched her arms over her head, arching her back like a cat under the heavy bedclothes as she wakened lazily. Galmar, used to such acrobatics, dozed lightly, a small smile gracing his hard features. Rozenn rolled onto her side and snuggled up against her husband, slipping one hand in between his, and letting the other rest on her slightly rounded belly.

"Hmm," she murmured contentedly. "Galmar."

Her husband grunted, shutting his eyes firmly.

"Galmar, my love, we need to talk," Rozenn persisted, walking two fingers up and down his chest.

"No we don't, we need to go back to sleep," Galmar replied, eyes still shut.

Rozenn laughed lightly and kissed his pectoral, before shifting so she could hook one leg over his waist - skilfully keeping the duvet and fur pelt on top of her as she did so. Galmar opened one eye and watched her, assessing her. Rozenn smiled triumphantly, and poked him in the sternum.

"I knew you weren't asleep," she crowed.

"Part of me wasn't," Galmar muttered grudgingly. "Now you've gone and woken the rest of me."

"We need to talk," she said again, seriously.

"About?"

Rozenn lay down again, lying half on top of him, until he pulled her more comfortably against his body, tucking her head under his chin.

"Why will you not come to Winterhold with me? Ulfric can spare you, now that most of the Empire's pockets of resistance have been dealt with. And..." Rozenn trailed off.

"And?" Galmar prodded.

"And... I'm afraid I won't know what to say to Collette, or that I'll ask the wrong questions, or she'll tell me I'm too small, or-"

Galmar quelled her litany of fears with a quick kiss.

"You're a clever girl, for all you're a Breton," he teased, once they had regained their breath. "You could almost be a Nord girl, you're that quick. And I'm sure you'll know what to say to your mage friend."

"Thank you, my love," Rozenn said dryly, aiming a sharp elbow in retaliation. "At least the Dragonborn will never get a big head from being called a legend at home. Galmar, please? I'd really prefer it if you were with me."

"I. Don't. Like. Mages. And you want to bring me into a den of them. No, wife," Galmar replied, turning over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Rozenn slid off him and sat upright against the pillows, knees drawn up to her chin.

"What have you got against mages, love? In case you'd forgotten I am a spellsword by trade," she pointed out, feeling slightly forlorn.

"Hmmph. Told you - you're different. Not a mage like those- those Thalmor Witch-Elves," Galmar said darkly.

"Thalm - the Justiciars?"

"And their predecessors. You'd be too young to remember the Great War," Galmar said dismissively.

"Not so," Rozenn corrected him. "I remember our whole family had to leave our home in the Imperial City late at night, because Grandfather had pointed ears. The fact that we had nothing to do with the Thalmor meant little - because some of us looked like we had Altmers in our ancestry. I was maybe four or five years of age."

"Where did you go?" Galmar asked, keeping his back to her.

"Anvil, on the western coast, and you're trying to distract me from the question," Rozenn pointed out.

Galmar gave an unamused bark of laughter. "Can't get away with anything around you, can I?"

"I need to know this, Galmar. If our child takes after me, and has a gift for magecraft, will you hate him or her? Will you mistrust me as you do the Mages' College? Of which I am Archmage, may I remind you?"

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Galmar stood, and paced the room like a caged animal for a long minute, occasionally stopping to finger a weapon or shield on a plaque, before he took a deep breath and turned to face his wife.

"You truly need to know, don't you?"

Rozenn nodded once.

"Alright, fine. Although I'm not happy about this. I don't think you should know about these things," Galmar said, returning to the bed, and sitting, stretched out beside Rozenn, wrapping an arm about her and pulling her close against his side.

Rozenn let herself fall against her husband, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

"This is nice," Galmar commented.

"Tell me!" Rozenn barked irritably.

"Alright, alright! Damn uppity Breton."

"I love you, too, Bear Man," Rozenn murmured.

Galmar chuckled and settled back. "Hwæt. Listen. In the Great War against the Aldmeri Dominion, Ulfric and I fought in the Imperial Legion. We saw many battles, much bloodshed, and terrible waste of life. But such things happen in war, these things each man and woman can deal with in their own way. If they are not natural in the everyday, they are certainly natural to war, and if you cannot deal with them the war deals with you."

Rozenn squeezed Galmar's waist. Galmar made no indication that he felt it.

"What was unnatural in the Great War was the Altmer themselves. Those damnable, thrice-cursed witch-elves were the most unnatural fighters I have ever seen. An honourable enemy attacks with blades and shields. Maybe flames and icy spears, if they are so inclined."

"Not so the Dominion?"

"Not so the Dominion. Those witch-elves were necromancers. They attacked us with Bound weapon in one hand and in the other a spell designed to turn out fallen against us. I remember one vicious encounter, where few Imperials fell, so the Dominion warmages felled their own to raise against us.

They killed their own brothers-in-arms so they could bring their corpses to bear on us like they weren't Shield-Brothers, but simply weapons, or fodder for our artillery: things to slow us down or frighten us.

Ulfric wonders sometimes why I am so staunch in my support of him. Of course I believe he will do right by Skyrim, but also I cannot bear the thought that if the Dominion takes us for soldiers, will they see us as more useful dead than alive? I cannot trust another mage having seen what they did to our dead and their own, wife. It - it isn't natural."

"Nor is it right. Necromancy is a simple thing to do, but so difficult to do it right. It is a branch of magic I am unfamiliar with by my own choice. But not all mages are necromancers, and not all necromancers are evil, Galmar," Rozenn replied, hugging him for all she was worth.

Galmar nodded. True enough, I suppose. But I will never like it."

"You don't have to."

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A/N: Yeah, so like I said, this came out of nowhere. Why I'm angsting away so much I will never know. I also don't know if it fits within lore, but it seems like the sort of the Thalmor soldiers would do. Let me know if I got it glaringly wrong, please? ~~And also if I got it right~~

This is such a sweet start, I hope you do continue with it! :D

I am still around! Op herself is also a slow filler, so take your time. I''m just happy to have this under consideration :)

A!anon is grinning in real life right now because she's actually also the author of Luna Moths. xD So I think it's safe to say that I also rather like this pairing, although it only became a thought because of that promot.

So, thank you! :D

I really loving how you're writing this two. Can't wait for the rest!

UUUUUGH I WANT TO WRITE THEM ALL

Ahem. You've got a filler. I'm leaning towards Niruin, Rune, or Vipir, so expect something soon. :)

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