“You really are half-Reachman, aren't you?” Elisif said quietly, watching curiously. He didn't look like a Breton – certainly wasn't built like one. All the same, some of his speech patterns were definitely similar to Madanach's. Brenhina she'd learnt was the Forsworn word for queen.
“That I am,” Argis said sleepily. “Not something it was ever really safe to talk about... but things are changing out there. They got a Reachman Jarl now, you know.”
“They... what?” Elisif sat up on hearing that. “Since when???”
“Since someone let the High Queen of Skyrim get arrested without a trial and got deposed by the Legion,” Argis said, grinning. “Only person of any seniority left in the city was old Nepos the Nose so they put him in charge. Pretty good, huh?”
“Goodness,” Elisif whispered, her head in a whirl. Nepos the Nose... who'd been next on her list after visiting Thonar, suspected of giving out kill orders to Forsworn agents in the city. And he was Jarl. “Isn't he one of...?”
“Us? Yeah, he trained me in the arts of spying and that. It's hysterical, it really is.” Argis seemed highly amused by the whole thing. “Good on him.”
“But do the Legion know?” she whispered. “I mean General Tullius wouldn't... and Rikke never would, surely?”
“Dunno, but they did,” Argis grinned. “Boss went nuts when he heard, apparently. Luckily for us all he saw sense and calmed down and ordered an armistice. Said he was going to do that anyway, but honestly it's a lot easier to persuade the rest of them to calm down when one of our own's in charge.”
Elisif could imagine and it did make it a lot easier to possibly get the Forsworn their land back. She'd have to see what happened. Goodness, the Legion really had been worried, it seemed. She'd not thought General Tullius worried about anything, but she guessed the legitimate ruler disappearing and last being seen fleeing with the King of the Forsworn would worry anyone. She really should have checked in sooner. Never mind. She'd write in the morning, maybe send Ria or someone off to Solitude with a note.
Settling into the bed next to Aranea's, Elisif pulled her armour off and dived under the covers. The Throat of the World tomorrow, and after learning Dragonrend, it was time the High Queen returned to her people.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was about half an hour later Farkas heard the knock on his door. He'd stripped down to his loincloth and was about to go to bed when he heard the sound. Grinning to himself, he pulled on a tunic and went to open it.
Sure enough Argis was standing there, armour off and just wearing a simple wool tunic himself, glaring at Farkas.
“Just so you know, this isn't a marriage proposal or anything,” Argis growled. “I don't normally go for men.”
Farkas grinned. He'd heard that line before. There were an awful lot of men out there who didn't normally go for men but couldn't quite resist, or they got curious or horny or bored or... Farkas didn't greatly care. If he got a shag out of it, great. If it led to anything more, even better, but if not, well, he'd live.
“Sure you don't,” Farkas said, opening the door and beckoning him in. “You were just bored, right? Couldn't sleep?”
Argis came in, firmly shutting the door behind him.
“Listen up, Nord, and listen good. I've been assigned as bodyguard, housecarl, whatever, to a very pretty lady, but not only do I not think she's interested, someone else is interested in her and that someone else is someone I don't want to upset. So seeing as you're here and apparently think I'm easy on the eye and you're really not shy about speaking up, could you possibly get your hands on my cock and get me off and we can all get on with our lives?”
“You say that like you're not one of us,” Farkas said, confused. Argis looked pretty Nordic to him.
“Long story,” Argis growled. “Ma had a fling with a Reachman, she died in the Markarth Incident, Da's people got me to a Forsworn camp, I grew up there until I moved back to Markarth in my teens. You done or can we get to it now?”
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 25.6
Date: 2014-03-23 02:35 pm (UTC)“That I am,” Argis said sleepily. “Not something it was ever really safe to talk about... but things are changing out there. They got a Reachman Jarl now, you know.”
“They... what?” Elisif sat up on hearing that. “Since when???”
“Since someone let the High Queen of Skyrim get arrested without a trial and got deposed by the Legion,” Argis said, grinning. “Only person of any seniority left in the city was old Nepos the Nose so they put him in charge. Pretty good, huh?”
“Goodness,” Elisif whispered, her head in a whirl. Nepos the Nose... who'd been next on her list after visiting Thonar, suspected of giving out kill orders to Forsworn agents in the city. And he was Jarl. “Isn't he one of...?”
“Us? Yeah, he trained me in the arts of spying and that. It's hysterical, it really is.” Argis seemed highly amused by the whole thing. “Good on him.”
“But do the Legion know?” she whispered. “I mean General Tullius wouldn't... and Rikke never would, surely?”
“Dunno, but they did,” Argis grinned. “Boss went nuts when he heard, apparently. Luckily for us all he saw sense and calmed down and ordered an armistice. Said he was going to do that anyway, but honestly it's a lot easier to persuade the rest of them to calm down when one of our own's in charge.”
Elisif could imagine and it did make it a lot easier to possibly get the Forsworn their land back. She'd have to see what happened. Goodness, the Legion really had been worried, it seemed. She'd not thought General Tullius worried about anything, but she guessed the legitimate ruler disappearing and last being seen fleeing with the King of the Forsworn would worry anyone. She really should have checked in sooner. Never mind. She'd write in the morning, maybe send Ria or someone off to Solitude with a note.
Settling into the bed next to Aranea's, Elisif pulled her armour off and dived under the covers. The Throat of the World tomorrow, and after learning Dragonrend, it was time the High Queen returned to her people.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was about half an hour later Farkas heard the knock on his door. He'd stripped down to his loincloth and was about to go to bed when he heard the sound. Grinning to himself, he pulled on a tunic and went to open it.
Sure enough Argis was standing there, armour off and just wearing a simple wool tunic himself, glaring at Farkas.
“Just so you know, this isn't a marriage proposal or anything,” Argis growled. “I don't normally go for men.”
Farkas grinned. He'd heard that line before. There were an awful lot of men out there who didn't normally go for men but couldn't quite resist, or they got curious or horny or bored or... Farkas didn't greatly care. If he got a shag out of it, great. If it led to anything more, even better, but if not, well, he'd live.
“Sure you don't,” Farkas said, opening the door and beckoning him in. “You were just bored, right? Couldn't sleep?”
Argis came in, firmly shutting the door behind him.
“Listen up, Nord, and listen good. I've been assigned as bodyguard, housecarl, whatever, to a very pretty lady, but not only do I not think she's interested, someone else is interested in her and that someone else is someone I don't want to upset. So seeing as you're here and apparently think I'm easy on the eye and you're really not shy about speaking up, could you possibly get your hands on my cock and get me off and we can all get on with our lives?”
“You say that like you're not one of us,” Farkas said, confused. Argis looked pretty Nordic to him.
“Long story,” Argis growled. “Ma had a fling with a Reachman, she died in the Markarth Incident, Da's people got me to a Forsworn camp, I grew up there until I moved back to Markarth in my teens. You done or can we get to it now?”