Ulfric grabbed his Captain’s shoulder, turned him and slammed him against the wall. “Where is she?” He demanded.
Ralof looked at him, surprised. Ulfric was slightly taller than him so he had to look up slightly, “Home.” He said simply, confused, “She was tired.”
Ulfric’s eyes narrowed, “You brought her home four hours ago.”
Ralof shrugged, “Sahara and I always have a couple of drinks and talk so I don’t see what’s wrong.” He arched a brow, “What’s the matter, Jarl Ulfric? Why are you taking an interest in my girl all of a sudden?” Ulfric growled and released him. Ralof winced when his head banged against the rough stone.
Ulfric prided himself in being calm and collected but it seemed tonight he was too on edge to control himself. Ralof hasn’t moved and instead looked at him blankly.
“She adores you, you know.” Ralof finally said.
“So she told you.” He ground his teeth together.
“Not everything.” Ralof shrugged, “But I can read between the lines.”
“Are you going to scold me too?” Ulfric sneered.
Ralof sighed and shook his head, “I’m a Stormcloak, my Jarl, loyal to you and your cause. I’m also Sahara’s best friend and I know for a fact that you will break her and I’ll be there to help pick up the pieces. I cannot stop her, nor can I, you, but I hope, for her sake, that you treat her better seeing as how you aren’t very fond of elves.” With that, he bowed and continued up the stone steps.
Ulfric was not pleased by what the Captain had said. He wasn’t treating her any differently from his other soldiers. In fact, he gave her more rewards than the men because she was a woman and the Dragonborn.
But she was also a Dunmer.
What possessed him to bed a Dunmer? He was content with bedding Nord women but an elf? Was it because she was powerful, capable of things that even he cannot do? Did he actually want to control her, put her below him because she threatened him? He frowned. He wasn’t that vain, was he? --
Sahara overslept. She distinctly remember Ralof holding her and tucking her into bed before curling up next to her but when she woke, he wasn’t there. The two of them sharing a bed wasn’t anything new. They often did it to preserve heat, well, mostly him doing it so she wouldn’t freeze to death. She wondered, now that his feelings had seen the light of day, if it would be different between them. She hoped not. She loved Ralof but not in that way. He was like her brother, her mentor and pillar of support. He was her rock.
She stretched and noticed that she was in her nightdress. She didn’t remember changing. Ralof must have done that before he slipped away. She sighed morosely. She didn’t want to get out of bed but she knew she must. Ulfric would be telling them the next stage in the war. So, she stood and dressed, choosing a warm velvet dress that picked up in Solitude since it wasn’t like she was going to battle. Her cuts and bruises were healing nicely, a few more days and she’ll be as good as new. Then she can go off to Dawnstar and Riften to see her ragtag family. She smiled at the thought of the Guild and the Brotherhood.
She slipped into the Palace quietly and entered the war room where Galmar and Ralof were waiting. She didn’t understand why she had to be there as well since technically she reported to Galmar and Ralof. He always did treat her differently.
Ulfric came even later than her. He looked tired and angry.
“A month. We’re giving them a month, make them think our numbers were cut down and relax.” He said. His voice was entrancing, “Galmar, bring soldiers ahead to the camp in the Reach.” Galmar grunted and nodded, “Start scouting the area. Ralof, rally the troops but make sure the Legion doesn’t notice anything. The soldiers who weren’t injured will go to the camp slowly, in civilian clothing.”
“Yes, Jarl Ulfric.” Ralof said. He met Sahara’s eyes and smiled. She smiled back.
“Bone-Breaker.” The tension in the room soared and Sahara looked up. Ulfric had an indiscernible look in his pale blue eyes, “How are your wounds?”
Sahara frowned, “Healing quite nicely, my Jarl.” She said, “They will be gone in a few days.” Ulfric nodded.
“Once Galmar sends word that the troops are ready, you will go meet them.” Ulfric told her and she nodded.
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Adoration 10/?
Date: 2014-04-03 08:48 pm (UTC)Ulfric grabbed his Captain’s shoulder, turned him and slammed him against the wall. “Where is she?” He demanded.
Ralof looked at him, surprised. Ulfric was slightly taller than him so he had to look up slightly, “Home.” He said simply, confused, “She was tired.”
Ulfric’s eyes narrowed, “You brought her home four hours ago.”
Ralof shrugged, “Sahara and I always have a couple of drinks and talk so I don’t see what’s wrong.” He arched a brow, “What’s the matter, Jarl Ulfric? Why are you taking an interest in my girl all of a sudden?” Ulfric growled and released him. Ralof winced when his head banged against the rough stone.
Ulfric prided himself in being calm and collected but it seemed tonight he was too on edge to control himself. Ralof hasn’t moved and instead looked at him blankly.
“She adores you, you know.” Ralof finally said.
“So she told you.” He ground his teeth together.
“Not everything.” Ralof shrugged, “But I can read between the lines.”
“Are you going to scold me too?” Ulfric sneered.
Ralof sighed and shook his head, “I’m a Stormcloak, my Jarl, loyal to you and your cause. I’m also Sahara’s best friend and I know for a fact that you will break her and I’ll be there to help pick up the pieces. I cannot stop her, nor can I, you, but I hope, for her sake, that you treat her better seeing as how you aren’t very fond of elves.” With that, he bowed and continued up the stone steps.
Ulfric was not pleased by what the Captain had said. He wasn’t treating her any differently from his other soldiers. In fact, he gave her more rewards than the men because she was a woman and the Dragonborn.
But she was also a Dunmer.
What possessed him to bed a Dunmer? He was content with bedding Nord women but an elf? Was it because she was powerful, capable of things that even he cannot do? Did he actually want to control her, put her below him because she threatened him? He frowned. He wasn’t that vain, was he?
--
Sahara overslept. She distinctly remember Ralof holding her and tucking her into bed before curling up next to her but when she woke, he wasn’t there. The two of them sharing a bed wasn’t anything new. They often did it to preserve heat, well, mostly him doing it so she wouldn’t freeze to death. She wondered, now that his feelings had seen the light of day, if it would be different between them. She hoped not. She loved Ralof but not in that way. He was like her brother, her mentor and pillar of support. He was her rock.
She stretched and noticed that she was in her nightdress. She didn’t remember changing. Ralof must have done that before he slipped away. She sighed morosely. She didn’t want to get out of bed but she knew she must. Ulfric would be telling them the next stage in the war. So, she stood and dressed, choosing a warm velvet dress that picked up in Solitude since it wasn’t like she was going to battle. Her cuts and bruises were healing nicely, a few more days and she’ll be as good as new. Then she can go off to Dawnstar and Riften to see her ragtag family. She smiled at the thought of the Guild and the Brotherhood.
She slipped into the Palace quietly and entered the war room where Galmar and Ralof were waiting. She didn’t understand why she had to be there as well since technically she reported to Galmar and Ralof. He always did treat her differently.
Ulfric came even later than her. He looked tired and angry.
“A month. We’re giving them a month, make them think our numbers were cut down and relax.” He said. His voice was entrancing, “Galmar, bring soldiers ahead to the camp in the Reach.” Galmar grunted and nodded, “Start scouting the area. Ralof, rally the troops but make sure the Legion doesn’t notice anything. The soldiers who weren’t injured will go to the camp slowly, in civilian clothing.”
“Yes, Jarl Ulfric.” Ralof said. He met Sahara’s eyes and smiled. She smiled back.
“Bone-Breaker.” The tension in the room soared and Sahara looked up. Ulfric had an indiscernible look in his pale blue eyes, “How are your wounds?”
Sahara frowned, “Healing quite nicely, my Jarl.” She said, “They will be gone in a few days.” Ulfric nodded.
“Once Galmar sends word that the troops are ready, you will go meet them.” Ulfric told her and she nodded.
“Yes, my Jarl.”