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What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 4/??

[(Anonymous)]

“Her mother did not want her raised as the daughter of a Jarl. She wanted to give her a choice, when she was older. Foolishly, I agreed. We saw her to a different city, somewhere safe. If I were to die in the war, the Stormcloak line would not end.”

“But she wasn’t safe.”

“No. I do not remember it, but I must have betrayed her. And for her, I betrayed Skyrim. But I never gave up. I vowed I would set things right again. They had her. They weren’t even threatening to kill her; they would have ‘educated’ her instead. A Thalmor puppet for a Stormcloak heir.”

“Where was she?”

“Markarth. A wealthy and protected city, but because of that I couldn’t try and rescue her without tipping my hand. But she was close enough to give me hope.”

“And then the Forsworn uprising.”

“I took Markarth back. I knew the Thalmor wanted the region disrupted, so the rivers of silver running into the Imperial coffers would dwindle for a while. So I used them and they used me and I’d hoped in the chaos of war I might snatch my daughter back.”

“But that clearly didn’t happen.”

“I couldn’t find her, but I learned something else. The Thalmor didn’t have her either. The family we’d left her with had snatched her back and hidden her somewhere in the city. She was just a tiny child, and easy to hide among others. I couldn’t ask where she was hidden; the Thalmor had got to them first, and they were all dead. None of the interrogators had the skills Elenwen did in keeping their prisoners alive.”

“After the uprising, the Thalmor installed a permanent presence in the city. To look for her, but also to keep me away. Keep me on their books as an ‘asset’ no matter how uncooperative. For twenty-five years I lived in fear that they’d find her. But I could afford to wait no longer; was I to die an old man, watching Skyrim forget Talos? I went to war. But always the thought of her held me back, as they knew it would.”

He looked at Dyce, “You did well to remove Elenwen from the peace talks. She would never have let Markarth fall into Stormcloak hands even if it cost her a dozen other holds. But she wasn’t there and she didn’t.” He ground his teeth, “And now I am free to scrub the Thalmor stain off the face of Skyrim. And you.” He turned to Dyce. “You are going to help.”

“Yes, Jarl Ulfric. I will fight for you,” Dyce said quietly.

Ulfric was still holding the dossier and with one swift movement he cast it into the flames of the braiser. Dyce didn’t make any effort to stop him or fish them out again.

“Get out of my sight,” Ulfric said. “Galmar will have a task for you and if you survive it you can take the oath.”

Dyce bowed his head, “Jarl Ulfric.” He lifted the trap door and descended the stairs, glad to be out of the cold. Certainly any potential eavesdroppers would have frozen to death.

The guard was sitting with his feet on a table and his helmet next to him when Dyce appeared. He hurriedly got to his feet.

“Should I get back to my post?” he asked, adjusting his helmet.

“I think it might be a good idea to wait until the Jarl comes down first,” Dyce said.

Out of sight of the guard, Dyce leaned against the stone wall and shakily let out a breath he felt he’d been holding since he arrived. Please Divines, he thought, don’t ever make me have a conversation like that one ever again.

For better or worse, he was now going to war under the Stormcloak banner. And as for his commander, he honestly couldn’t say what he thought. But he didn’t think they’d be having too many fireside chats. Just end the war, and get out, he thought, as soon as he possibly could.