He didn’t wake until noon and was pleased to see that the wrath of the Thalmor had yet to extend outside of Haafingar. He didn’t bother with breakfast, not wanting to lose any more time but also unwilling to suffer the silent scorn of the innkeeper while he trifled with the innkeeper’s son.
The air was muggy and the sky was overcast, bloated with clouds. Bugs congregated in thick swarms and Audric’s tongue felt heavy and dry in his mouth. He met few travelers on the road, but he wished now that he’d followed Etienne the night before, so that the time might have passed unnoticed.
His thoughts turned to Ulfric. Not Ulfric Stormcloak, not the deposed Jarl of Windhelm, but Ulfric who had done his dishes in a fit of agitation. For the first time, he thought of Ulfric not as a fixture, but as a man. He remembered Ulfric showing his age in his words, rather than on his face. It was difficult not to remember the refined way in which he carried himself in spite of his plain, unassuming garb. It wasn’t about power or station for him, as so many were quick to presume; eminence, for what it was worth, was in Ulfric’s blood, unreliant on external trivialities like clothes or court or the like.
A king is a king is a king, Audric sighed to himself.
I want OP and everyone else reading to know that I'm immensely pleased that you're enjoying this. I have a lot of fun writing the characters, and it's nice to know I might be getting them right. And last but far from least, thanks so much for being patient with me as I slowly chip away at this story.
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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5e/??
Date: 2013-07-03 05:10 pm (UTC)The air was muggy and the sky was overcast, bloated with clouds. Bugs congregated in thick swarms and Audric’s tongue felt heavy and dry in his mouth. He met few travelers on the road, but he wished now that he’d followed Etienne the night before, so that the time might have passed unnoticed.
His thoughts turned to Ulfric. Not Ulfric Stormcloak, not the deposed Jarl of Windhelm, but Ulfric who had done his dishes in a fit of agitation. For the first time, he thought of Ulfric not as a fixture, but as a man. He remembered Ulfric showing his age in his words, rather than on his face. It was difficult not to remember the refined way in which he carried himself in spite of his plain, unassuming garb. It wasn’t about power or station for him, as so many were quick to presume; eminence, for what it was worth, was in Ulfric’s blood, unreliant on external trivialities like clothes or court or the like.
A king is a king is a king, Audric sighed to himself.
I want OP and everyone else reading to know that I'm immensely pleased that you're enjoying this. I have a lot of fun writing the characters, and it's nice to know I might be getting them right. And last but far from least, thanks so much for being patient with me as I slowly chip away at this story.