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Daughter of the Reach 2b/2

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"Look," he said, hating the guilty feeling beginning to rise in his stomach. "I live close to the palace; I'll take you to the steps."

At his words she stopped pushing him and stared at him, eyes slightly narrowed at his sudden change of heart. Vilkas could see her weighing up his words with suspicion, wondering why he’d changed his mind so suddenly before she slowly nodded. "Take me all the way Nord."

"Fine." He said gruffly before starting to walk again. He had been gone for days, his shield siblings could wait a few more hours.
The further into the city they walked, the quieter she became. Vilkas became aware of her closeness when her arm brushed against his, and he found her eyeing the guards warily as they walked past.

"Do you have a bounty?" He asked her, wondering if this was only a ploy to get her past the guards.

"What is a bounty?" She asked, making Vilkas look at her again and almost miss his footing on the steps. She looked like a wild woman, with a strange accent and magic that would have run her out of most towns, but such ignorance surprised him.

"Fines, for crimes you may have committed." He explained, seeing no dawning look of comprehension in her expression as she looked at him blankly.

"No."

"Then they are staring because you're half naked and in the company of a companion." He concluded, making a point not to laugh as she huffed and tugged at the scrap of fabric around her hips.

"Stupid." She muttered.

They had no troubles getting up to the palace itself, and at her forlorn expression when she saw the doors Vilkas silently conceded and followed her through. Inside the fires blazed casting shadows everywhere, making his little companion flinch as they licked the walls.

Irileth noticed them first, removing herself from the hushed conversation by the throne and standing before them, hand resting on the wicked blade attached to her hip.

"Hail, Companion." The housecarl said, ignoring Niamh completely. "What business do you have with the Jarl?"

"I have the business." Niamh said, "News from Helgen."

There was challenge in her tone and the wolf inside did not like it, 'stay with her.' It warned. 'She'll get herself killed.'

"I see." The dark elf cast a cursory glance at her, weighing up the threat the small Breton posed. "Follow me."

What had happened in Helgen? Niamh had been in the opposite direction when she had saved him. Had the war between the Stormcloaks and Imperials finally spilled onto the plains of White run? It had not occurred to Vilkas that whilst he had been in the hands of the Silver Hand, the world would move on without him.
"So, you were at Helgen?” Balgruuf asked them as they reached the throne. “You saw this dragon with your own eyes?”

Vilkas blinked, not expecting what had come from his Jarl’s mouth. Dragons?

“Yes, I had a great view whilst the Imperials were trying to cut off my head.” She crossed her arms then, a strange look upon her face as she remembered the day.

“Really? You’re certainly… forthright about your criminal past.”

“Criminal?” Niamh raised her voice and Vilkas hastily clamped his hand around her mouth before she could speak any more. She shot him a venomous look as he pulled her closer towards him, allowing her to express her annoyance in a safer way than insulting the Jarl.
“Are you insane?” He murmured, trying not to wince as she licked his fingers in defiance. “Stop that!”

Balgruuf had begun to argue with his advisors, oblivious to the exchange between them. Vilkas waited until Niamh had calmed down enough for him to let go of her. He flashed a warning look at her and she rolled her eyes, relaxing her posture, and letting her arms swing loosely as they waited for the Jarl to address them once more.

“Well done.” Balgruuf started, finally turning his attention back to them, “you sought me out, on your own initiative. You’ve done Whiterun a service, and I won’t forget it. Here, take this as a small token of my esteem”

The gift was armour, light and with the Imperial army’s embellishments. Niamh looked at it dumbly as the Jarl had one of his servants place it into her hands.

“She’s thankful.” Vilkas told him when the Jarl looked at her expectantly. “Forgive her my Jarl; she is still traumatised from the Dragon attack.”