“Not a problem, my lady,” he said, bowing. “Far be it for me to distract you.” He withdrew and Elisif cast her eyes about, mind racing as to how to cause the scene that would get everyone's eyes on her for the time 'Ragnar' needed to get out of here. Over in the corner, she saw the perfect opportunity. Drink in hand, she idly wandered over to where that nice Redguard merchant was sitting.
Razelan glanced up, raising an eyebrow on seeing the Jarl herself approaching.
“I'm very sorry,” Elisif whispered guiltily. “Please forgive me. It's in a good cause?” Before Razelan could ask what it was about, Elisif had turned her back, eyes scanning the room, Razelan sitting right behind her. She noticed Ragnar striking up a conversation with one of the Thalmor, took a deep breath, counted to quietly to five and then shrieked as loudly as she could manage. Everyone's head turned as one to see why Jarl Elisif was screaming and Elisif wasted no time in spinning around and slapping Razelan as hard as she could.
“You disgusting man!” she cried, trying to sound as furious and offended as possible. “How dare you! I am a Jarl of Skyrim AND a grieving widow, my husband hasn't even been dead six months, what is wrong with you??”
Guards approaching, Elenwen approaching, the entire room silent and Elisif didn't know if Ragnar was making the most of this or not but she couldn't afford to look. She just kept staring at the hapless Razelan who was rubbing his cheek, shocked.
“Lady, I don't know what I did to upset you, but...” Razelan began, but Elisif breathed deeply, reminding herself: grieving widow, just been non-consensually groped, angry, tearful, upset, don't feel sorry for him, DON'T feel sorry for him...
“DON'T TOUCH ME!” Elisif yelled, feeling actual tears in her eyes. “Don't even look at me, stay away from me, stay AWAY!” She put her hands over her eyes, unable to face looking at poor Razelan as someone put an arm around her and led her away.
“There, there, Elisif,” and that was Elenwen of all people. “Don't worry, I'll make sure this gets dealt with. Razelan! I distinctly recall from the last party you attended telling you that if you managed to cause a scene again, you'd be out, and here you are assaulting the High Queen of Skyrim? Shame on you, Razelan, shame on you.”
“But I didn't-!” Razelan protested, and then his eyes hardened as they fell on Elisif. “You know what, I don't even care. So throw me out. Not like I'm missing anything here.”
“Oh,” Elisif whispered, guilt stabbing at her. “Ambassador, please don't be too hard on him, I'm sure he'd just had a bit to drink and didn't mean anything by it...”
Elenwen didn't answer, just glaring at Razelan.
“Guards, show Razelan to his carriage and make sure he leaves immediately,” Elenwen said sternly. The Thalmor guards were quick to oblige, ushering Razelan out the door with commendable speed. Elisif looked away, tears in her eyes for real at this point. She was just lucky Razelan was too high-profile to arrest. She made a mental note to ask Falk to ensure he was given special treatment at their end in whatever business dealings he was doing.
“Ambassador, you don't have to do that, I was probably standing too close to him in the first place,” Elisif began, but Elenwen stopped her, actually looking kind and sympathetic, genuinely this time.
“Elisif,” said Elenwen gently. “It was not your fault. You have done nothing wrong, and if he can't keep his hands to himself, that is his fault and not yours. You shouldn't blame yourself.”
Elisif nodded tearfully, because if she started arguing the point she'd end up crying on the Thalmor Ambassador's shoulder and that was just embarrassing.
“Now are you all right?” Elenwen asked gently. Elisif looked away then shook her head. She had to get out of here, not least because when Elenwen found out her Embassy's security had been compromised, Elisif wanted to be far away from here.
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 8.6
Date: 2013-10-18 09:43 pm (UTC)Razelan glanced up, raising an eyebrow on seeing the Jarl herself approaching.
“I'm very sorry,” Elisif whispered guiltily. “Please forgive me. It's in a good cause?” Before Razelan could ask what it was about, Elisif had turned her back, eyes scanning the room, Razelan sitting right behind her. She noticed Ragnar striking up a conversation with one of the Thalmor, took a deep breath, counted to quietly to five and then shrieked as loudly as she could manage. Everyone's head turned as one to see why Jarl Elisif was screaming and Elisif wasted no time in spinning around and slapping Razelan as hard as she could.
“You disgusting man!” she cried, trying to sound as furious and offended as possible. “How dare you! I am a Jarl of Skyrim AND a grieving widow, my husband hasn't even been dead six months, what is wrong with you??”
Guards approaching, Elenwen approaching, the entire room silent and Elisif didn't know if Ragnar was making the most of this or not but she couldn't afford to look. She just kept staring at the hapless Razelan who was rubbing his cheek, shocked.
“Lady, I don't know what I did to upset you, but...” Razelan began, but Elisif breathed deeply, reminding herself: grieving widow, just been non-consensually groped, angry, tearful, upset, don't feel sorry for him, DON'T feel sorry for him...
“DON'T TOUCH ME!” Elisif yelled, feeling actual tears in her eyes. “Don't even look at me, stay away from me, stay AWAY!” She put her hands over her eyes, unable to face looking at poor Razelan as someone put an arm around her and led her away.
“There, there, Elisif,” and that was Elenwen of all people. “Don't worry, I'll make sure this gets dealt with. Razelan! I distinctly recall from the last party you attended telling you that if you managed to cause a scene again, you'd be out, and here you are assaulting the High Queen of Skyrim? Shame on you, Razelan, shame on you.”
“But I didn't-!” Razelan protested, and then his eyes hardened as they fell on Elisif. “You know what, I don't even care. So throw me out. Not like I'm missing anything here.”
“Oh,” Elisif whispered, guilt stabbing at her. “Ambassador, please don't be too hard on him, I'm sure he'd just had a bit to drink and didn't mean anything by it...”
Elenwen didn't answer, just glaring at Razelan.
“Guards, show Razelan to his carriage and make sure he leaves immediately,” Elenwen said sternly. The Thalmor guards were quick to oblige, ushering Razelan out the door with commendable speed. Elisif looked away, tears in her eyes for real at this point. She was just lucky Razelan was too high-profile to arrest. She made a mental note to ask Falk to ensure he was given special treatment at their end in whatever business dealings he was doing.
“Ambassador, you don't have to do that, I was probably standing too close to him in the first place,” Elisif began, but Elenwen stopped her, actually looking kind and sympathetic, genuinely this time.
“Elisif,” said Elenwen gently. “It was not your fault. You have done nothing wrong, and if he can't keep his hands to himself, that is his fault and not yours. You shouldn't blame yourself.”
Elisif nodded tearfully, because if she started arguing the point she'd end up crying on the Thalmor Ambassador's shoulder and that was just embarrassing.
“Now are you all right?” Elenwen asked gently. Elisif looked away then shook her head. She had to get out of here, not least because when Elenwen found out her Embassy's security had been compromised, Elisif wanted to be far away from here.