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M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 21/23
Date: 2015-08-09 04:15 pm (UTC)“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
Date: 2015-09-17 11:17 pm (UTC)Re: M!DB/Ulfric: "Unforgettable" 21/23
Date: 2015-10-27 09:55 am (UTC)