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Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

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“Well,” she looked down her nose at him, “I’m hardly surprised to find you mixed up in all of this.” She maintained the air of an irate mother, faced once again with her problem child.

“You recognize my work,” he answered cheerfully. Then, he watched Maven’s eyes follow his hand to the salient, curved blade at his side, watched them widen first with recognition, and then horrified confirmation. “Isn’t it a shame that you don’t have dear old Astrid to fall back on.”

“It was you...”

“And pray tell, what do you intend to do about it? Take your revenge, right here, I invite you.” He looked over at the cluster of guards, all standing awkwardly in witness to the exchange.

“And impugn the Empire’s sanctioned murder? Not in present company.”

Turning his back on her, he afforded a last rejoinder. “At least it was sanctioned.” He wasn’t a fool though; he knew it was a delicate thread indeed that held him just out of Maven’s reach. He knew that the only reason things were likely to go his way was Maven’s own ambition; she had exerted too much of her time, effort, and coin to relinquish what was left of her life’s work. He was gambling on her pride, betting that she would cast her lot with the Empire and preserve her power rather than crawl into obscurity at Elenwen’s feet.

Inside one of the smaller rooms, the panel had assembled, settled in rickety chairs. The notary wasn’t even formally dressed. Few were in attendance, only the necessary bureaucrats and civil servants, but among them was Brunwulf Free-Winter, and the pained expression he offered in passing lodged itself firmly in Audric’s chest like a blade and twisted.

Once everyone was situated, Tullius stood and addressed the assembly.

“We all know why we are here this morning, so if I may,” and who would oppose him, “I’d like to keep the procedure brief, if a little informal.”

“Not quite so informal as Helgen, I hope,” Ulfric dared.

Audric might have kicked him, if he could’ve reached.

“Ulfric Stormcloak, I would advise you to sit ingratiatingly through this; your pardon hasn’t been guaranteed.” Tullius turned his gaze on Audric as he spoke. “There are yet agreements to be reached, no doubt through onerous negotiation.”

“I see no headsman here, let us negotiate undisturbed,” Audric answered. If he had comment, Ulfric wisely buried it beneath his breath. “The discussion of Ulfric’s pardon, then.”

“The crimes you are charged with are numerous,” Tullius began, but was not allowed to finish.

“Also, debatable,” Audric chimed in.

“You, Sir Bellamy, would do well to keep your input to yourself, unless instructed otherwise.”

If greasing Tullius’ ego with a bit of false contrition would ensure the proper outcome, Audric would happily rest on his laurels, enjoying his own commentary alone.

“As I was saying, the counts which Ulfric is charged are numerous, some perhaps more deplorable than others...but as an Imperial province, Skyrim is under my jurisdiction, and I will punish and pardon as I see fit.” This was, unquestionably, a display by Tullius for his own benefit; that a Breton rogue had slipped in through the cracks of his castle in the night, had dared hold him at the point of his own sword and make hefty demands was too much to be beared. That his rank and hard-earned authority had been reduced – and worse, had been challenged – meant he needed some reassurance, if only from himself. “This proposal of amnesty is not an act of charity, however. There is a price to be paid, and no matter the decided cost, you will meet it. Are the terms understood?”

With a sidelong glance, Ulfric, humbled by his plight, agreed.

“If you are granted pardon, you will be granted the right to resume the throne in Windhelm. The conditions thereof are as follows –”

“I cannot contain my thoughts any longer, General,” Brunwulf Free-Winter spoke out of turn, his angry voice rebounding off the cool stone walls. “The whole affair is highly objectionable, and I find myself questioning not only your order, but that of the Empire itself.”

Ulfric’s eyes seemed to lighten at that.

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“Free-Winter, you have made your position on my dealings on the whole quite clear. In the last month alone, you have rejected my terms and motions of state, proving yourself more obstacle than aid,” Tullius groused, though his tone remained even and patient. “And last I recall, you were writing me to discuss the possibility of your resignation.”

“That was before I knew you’d been scheming to put Ulfric back on the throne!”

“Scheming? I didn’t take you for the type to confuse coincidence with conspiracy.”

Silently, Audric applauded the ease with which Tullius lied. The thing about thieves and politicians, he’d observed over the years, was that they shared a variety of skillsets.

“If, at the end of this hearing, Ulfric Stormcloak is acquitted and wishes to discuss the terms of his return to Windhelm, I assure you, there will be fail-safes put into place.”

“That wasn’t what was discussed,” Ulfric objected.

“No, and it won’t be if the three of you remain squabbling like children!” Audric raised his voice, startling even the guards. “I didn’t rise with the sun and skip my meal to bear witness to your bureaucratic bullshit, Tullius.” At this point, his fellows appeared shocked into submission (for the moment), and Maven was regarding him with disgust. “And Brunwulf, I would expect that in lieu of trust, you might put an ounce of tactical faith in our esteemed governor. And as for you,” he rounded on Ulfric in his seat. “You have the least room to impede this trial. I wonder that you don’t curl in on yourself with your own entitlement!”

The only sound was the steady drip of a leak at the far end of the room, as if everyone feared that if they so much as breathed offensively, Audric might Shout down the walls. At length, when no one else would endeavor to resume the proceedings, Maven cleared her throat.

“Well, if you find the board unqualified, why don’t you lead the negotiation?”

“I’m hardly the –”

“I rather agree with Jarl Black-Briar,” Brunwulf offered coldly. “You’re the reason we’re assembled and, as you so courteously put it, ‘squabbling.’”

“This is ludicrous!” Tullius, outraged by his inability to wrangle his own board into deference, looked ready to pull out what remained of his hair. “To have some rogue preside over the trial of a fugitive king is –”

“Rather fitting, I think.” Ulfric’s voice cleaved through the tension, rendering everyone – including Audric – silent. “As my venerated successor has pointed out, Sir Bellamy is the cornerstone of the event, the man pulling the strings. So I say, allow the maestro to orchestrate his piece.”

“That’s three to two, General. I believe you’ve been outvoted.”

“Madness…” Tullius muttered. Balefully, he looked to Audric, who was even less enthused with the prospect. “Well, shall we get this over and done with?”

Deliberating, he considered the odds. If he declined, and left Tullius to lead the negotiation, they’d be here until dusk – or at least until someone committed murder out of frustration. And of the five of them, Audric knew how to manipulate them into cooperation, though he didn’t relish the thought. Outside, he could see that the shadows were already growing.

“Very well. Over and done with.”

Hello everybody! Firstly, apologies for the delayed update; I wrapped up another long-term project this month, and that devoured most of my efforts since October. I want to thank you all again for taking the time to read my work, and for leaving feedback. I promise the politics will take a back seat soon.

From: (Anonymous)

Glad to see another update!! This is such a great story. I haven't posted here on your fill before so I wanted to let you know I've been really enjoying it thus far! I like Audric, he's not your typical DB, and I can sympathize with his actions. I also like all the thought you've put into building up the story thus far and creating an interesting plot. Can't wait to read more...! (And I squee'd when Ulfric found Audric in his moment of weakness. Looking forward to seeing further interactions between those two! I also wonder what will happen with Brynjolf and Audric as well...!)

From: (Anonymous)

Ohmigod please do continue, A!A, at whatever pace of writing suits you. The internal lives of your characters are so damn good - this is the Skyrim fic, and specifically the Ulfric fic, that I didn't know I was waiting for. Also the pacing is fine, and I am really enjoying how you're cutting from key event to key event - avoiding repetition by skipping Bellamy's plan-making for plan-execution is a very good choice, and the way you're developing the various dynamics through it is wonderful. Fics that go straight into the porn are ten a penny, but few can pull of what you're managing here. Hell, you're making it look easy!

From: (Anonymous)

I'm so glad you haven't abandoned this story! I really love it. Dare I say, it's one of my favorites here. I mostly loathe Ulfric, but he's very intriguing all the same. You capture him excellently.