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M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 20/23
(Anonymous) 2015-08-09 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)However, he was caught off guard by Elisif’s surprised expression. She rose to her feet quickly, glancing around at her court.
“Ulfric,” she said anxiously, leading him to her bedroom as always. “I didn’t expect to see you here so soon. I only sent the letter yesterday.” Once they were speaking privately, she allowed herself a small, sad smile. “I suppose the couriers have less trouble on the roads now that the war is over.” Ulfric blinked, eying his wife curiously.
“Letter?” he asked. “Did something happen? I was here recently.” Elisif’s smile faded, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.
“You…didn’t get the letter?” she asked, her eyes widening. “Oh, gods…that’s embarrassing. What brings you here, then?”
“Explain this letter to me first,” Ulfric ordered, crossing his arms. “What happened?” Elisif bit her lip, then motioned for him to join her on the bed.
“I suppose if you’re here, it would be better for me to explain in person,” she sighed. “It seems uncouth of me to do this so soon after we shared a bed, and I hope you know that my decision has nothing to do with that. I’ve…been consulting a variety of people about this for quite some time.” When Ulfric remained silent, she cleared her throat and looked up bravely at him. “I want to dissolve our marriage. I’ve been…involved with somebody else, and I love him. It’s as simple as that.” Despite it all, this announcement came as a slap in the face, and Ulfric took a moment to catch his breath before speaking up again.
“I…don’t think a king and queen have ever ended their marriage before,” he finally choked out. Elisif shrugged, folding her hands in her lap.
“I’ve done some reading,” she replied. “It’s rare, but not impossible. Normally some kind of contention over the throne would break out, but…I’m willing to give up the throne if it means I can finally be happy.” Ulfric sat in stunned silence, trembling slightly.
“…Who?” he asked. “Who’s worth losing the throne for?” Elisif kept her eyes down as she replied.
“Bolgeir,” she said simply. Now Ulfric frowned.
“Your housecarl?”
“We’ve been together for quite some time…long before I married you. I suppose our relationship never really ended, with how little time you spend here.” She looked up again, her face slightly pale. “If you agree to sign the documents, you’ll be sole king of Skyrim. My forces will give you no more trouble. You have my word.”
“I don’t understand,” Ulfric sighed, leaning back on his hands. “All this trouble for you to keep your power, and you throw it away for your housecarl.” The now former queen smiled genuinely now, placing a hand on his.
“It’s far past time that we start valuing our own happiness. It’s often a sacrifice we have to make when we lead, but I…would rather just lead Solitude and myself.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I’ve thought about this for a long time, Ulfric. It was a hard decision, but…this is what I want.”
“I understand.” Ulfric rose from the bed and took up a nearby quill. “Show me where to sign, then.”
He walked back to the carriage in silence, his face stony and the wind whipping up his cape as he walked. He had a feeling he wouldn’t see Solitude in quite some time, and he was fine with that. He had always felt like a stranger there. The reality of the documents he had just signed was settling in, but he still wasn’t sure what to make of it. It hurt and relieved him, he cared and he didn’t. He didn’t love Elisif, but he would miss her. He was happy to rule Skyrim alone, but he felt as though he couldn’t.
He would have to take it one day at a time from now on.
“Take me home,” he said wearily, pulling himself into the carriage. He was suddenly exhausted, and Windhelm felt very far away.
M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 21/23
(Anonymous) 2015-08-09 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)“Where are we going next?” he asked, leaning back on the table to look up at his Bosmer friend. Tomas procured a map from his bag and placed it on the table, motioning at a cavern marked a few miles from the city.
“We’re going to take out a camp of trolls,” he explained. “They’ve been causing trouble for the people here, and there’s a pretty hefty bounty out against them.” He grinned, taking a seat besides his Nordic companion. “That’s why we’re resting up. Trolls are hard to fight.”
“That’s a bit of an understatement,” Stenvar joked, clapping a hand on the elf’s back. “I’m looking forward to it. Should be a good challenge.” Before he could say more, the door swung open, revealing a windswept courier who shook the snow out of his hair as he hurried over to Thoring. As the courier took a seat at the bar, the innkeeper offered him a bottle with one hand and used his other to open the message.
“By the gods,” he exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up. At the courier’s side, Frida looked up, while Tomas and Stenvar did their best to listen in.
“Is everything well, Thoring?” the alchemist asked, leaning on the counter. Thoring moved to show her the letter.
“The king and queen ended their marriage,” he explained. Tomas’ eyes widened, and he rose to his feet, startling Stenvar in the process. “I didn’t know that was even a possibility.”
“It usually isn’t,” Frida agreed, squinting at the parchment. “Gods, I hope this doesn’t lead to another war. That’s the last thing Skyrim needs.” She looked over at the courier, who was observing the conversation silently. “Do you know anything more about this?”
“Only what’s written there,” he replied apologetically. “There have been a lot of questions in every city I’ve been to, but I don’t know any more than you do.” Any more of the conversation remained unknown to Tomas, who abruptly retreated to his room. Stenvar sighed, finished his rabbit meat, and went to join him.
When he entered the room, the elf was on his back in the bed, gazing forlornly at the ceiling. Stenvar shed his boots and climbed in beside him, hoping to comfort him the best he could.
“I didn’t know the end of that marriage would matter to you,” he said, studying Tomas curiously. “Is it that you don’t want to go back to war?”
“That’s as good a reason as any,” Tomas admitted, nodding. “It’d be terrible if we started fighting again. We haven’t been at peace for very long.” Stenvar eyed him sympathetically, suddenly very in tune with his long-time friend.
“But that isn’t the problem.” It was more of a statement than a question, which made it all the easier for Tomas to nod.
“You have the right to know by now,” he sighed. “The king and I…well. King Ulfric is my lover. We’ve been in love for quite some time.”
“I see.” In truth, Stenvar had suspected that their little encounter in Windhelm had been an act of desperation and lust, and hadn’t thought much of it as they moved on in the morning. “Did Elisif know?”
“She did,” Tomas replied, shaking his head. “I worry that this is my fault.”
“Why? They’re adults, they can make their own decisions.” The Nord gave his friend’s hand a reassuring squeeze, and looked at him firmly. “Anything that happens is not your fault. You have to know that. He’s the king of Skyrim, his decisions fall on his own shoulders. Do you understand?” Tomas looked surprised, but smiled weakly all the same.
“I understand,” he replied, returning his gaze to the ceiling. Stenvar did the same, smiling a bit for his friend.
“Let’s get some rest,” he said. “When we’re done with those trolls, I think it’s far past time you returned to Windhelm.” Tomas’ smile broadened, and his heart jumped at the thought, but all he managed was another silent nod.
RE: M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 21/23
(Anonymous) 2015-09-17 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 21/23
(Anonymous) 2015-10-27 09:55 am (UTC)(link)