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My Queen

[(Anonymous)]

With both moons shaded over in the sky by thick storm clouds, Elisif could barely see her own slippered feet moving across the wet stone path before her. The rain was relentless, and the ground slick. She moved carefully, pulling the hood over her head tighter and concentrating on not slipping and falling. Though, she cursed the dark for making the way a dangerous one, the darkness was also a blessed thing that cradled her in thick shadow, concealing her from watchful eyes. She didn’t want to think about getting caught by her own guard, alone in the rain in the dead of night, scurrying about like a nervous sewer rat.
The sooner she reached Proudspire Manor, safe and unseen, the sooner she could be out of the rain.
She made her way down the deserted street, thanking the Divines the guards weren’t patrolling the area. Once she passed the homes of Bryling and Erikur, the road began to curve up slightly. The stones became more hazardous to step on the inclined pane, so she slowed down and took each one with the tip of her toes, inching closer to the manor. Far ahead, a guard walked down the road toward her. She held her breath and quickened her pace, reaching the door of the Dragonborn with a sigh. She drew her fist back and banged on the door. It was answered in only a few moments.
“Yes?” Jordis asked, peering through the darkness at Elisif as though she were a stranger. When recognition hit, her full lips parted in a gasp and her dark eyes widened. “Jarl Elisif – what are you doing here? It isn’t safe-“
“-I need to speak with the Dragonborn,” Elisif said, holding her hood tighter.
Jordis nodded, concern creasing her brow, and held the door open for her to enter.
“Thank you. I’m sorry to appear at this time of night,” Elisif said, removing her hood once she was safely inside and the door was closed. Her light brown hair was damp and strands clung to her forehead and cheeks. Mara’s mercy, was she chilled. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked around the room.
“I will go and fetch my Thane, Jarl. Please, get warm by the fire.”
Elisif watched the Nord hurry down the hall and disappear on the right. She shuffled further inside the room toward the fire in the center and held her wet hands out to the warmth, waiting. All the while, her mind raced and her heart fluttered in her chest like a caged songbird. She didn’t know what she was going to say to the Dragonborn, or how she would explain her presence there so late and unannounced, but she needed to be there. She needed to see her.
Two footsteps announced the pair of Nord women. They rounded the corner together and approached, Jordis looking calmer now, the Dragonborn a picture of confusion and worry. They looked so much alike, both baring soft blonde hair and warrior postures. They could be sisters.
“Jarl Elisif. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

My Queen 2/3

[(Anonymous)]

“Dragonborn…” The Jarl let her eyes wander hesitantly over her pale face.. “May we speak in private?”
“Of course, my Jarl. And please, it’s Agrid.”
Elisif followed the Dragonborn down the hall and to the right, up the steps to the third floor. The floor was split into two rooms; a room with a two chairs and a wooden table, and the master bedroom. Agrid lead them to the table and held the chair out for Elisif to sit, and then took the other chair. She pulled a bottle of wine closer to her and uncorked it.
“Elisif, you look unsettled,” Agrid said, pouring two goblets of wine. She moved the second goblet closer to Elisif and then wrapped her long, calloused fingers around her own goblet. “Please, tell me what is going on.”
“Dragonborn…” She stopped herself. “I’m sorry. Agrid… I came to you tonight because I have no one else to turn to.” She pulled her wine closer to her and stared at the rosy red liquid. “I used to turn to my husband, but…”
“I’m sorry.” Agrid reached out for Elisif’s knee, hesitated, then brought her hand back into her own lap. She looked down, blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “It was a terrible discovery to learn of Torygg’s death.”
“Even more terrible for me to discover his body.” Elisif brought the goblet to her lips and sipped. The wine was sweet with a hint of tartness.
Agrid said nothing, but offered her condolences with a thin-lipped nod.
“The Empire wants me to decide,” Elisif continued. “Divines help me, I want to be a good ruler to my people. I want to be the High Queen. I do. But…”
“But if you allow the Empire to aid you in securing your place, you will become the puppet on the end of their many strings,” Agrid finished.
Elisif brought her gaze up to the woman in front of her and sighed. “I need help, and I don’t want it from them.”
Agrid’s chin rose slightly. “You want my help.”
“Yes.” Elisif scooted closer to the edge of her chair, her back straight, her feet daintily pressed side by side beneath her chair. “Agrid, you are a true daughter of Skyrim. Countless tries by both the Empire and the Stormcloaks to have you in their ranks are constantly slapped down by your firm resolve to stay neutral in this war. I admire that.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Agrid said, “I fully agree with Ulfric – Skyrim should be free. But I don’t want a prick like him ruling.” She smirked and sipped her wine, one arm flung over the back of the chair.

My Queen 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

Elisif smiled. “I want to rule Skyrim. I can give her people freedom, but only with your help. They’ll listen to you. Ulfric will listen to you, and he listens to no one.”
“He begrudgingly listens to me, when it suits him,” Agrid grumbled.
Elisif’s hands tightened around her goblet. She watched Agrid’s light eyes, so warm, the color of ale and honey. She watched them and felt her heart ache.
“You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t give you an answer right away, my Jarl,” Agrid finally said, sitting up straighter. “This is quite a lot to think about.”
“Yes, of course,” Elisif said.
“I promise that I will give you an answer, though. I can promise that.”
Elisif smiled and thanked her. And then something unexplainable happened. In mid-smile, her face contorted into an expression of sheer sorrow and a sudden sob escaped her throat.
“Elisif…?”
The woman dipped her gaze down as tears welled in her eyes and her vision blurred. “I’m fine,” she gasped through another sob.
“Elisif, what’s wrong?” Agrid moved forward off the edge of her chair and hunkered in front of the Jarl. Her hand rushed to the other woman’s shaking arm of its own accord. “It’s all right, you can speak to me.”
Elisif brought a thin hand to her forehead to shade her eyes as fat droplets streamed down her cheeks. “I’m sorry…” She inhaled shakily and exhaled in another long sob.
Agrid reached out her other hand and grabbed Elisif’s other shoulder, then rose from her position, coaxing the Jarl to rise with her. “My Queen, please don’t cry. It pains me to see you upset.” She drew her in and embraced her shuttering form. Was she going too far?
Elisif seemed to regain a bit of her dignity back and she pushed away from Agrid, her head still down and her hand still shielding her face, but Agrid was not yet ready to let go. When Elisif looked up, startled that she was suddenly trapped in the Nord woman’s arms, Agrid crashed her lips into hers and gripped her against her armor. Elisif’s arms went slack. When Agrid pulled back, she searched the Jarl’s tear stained face with her eyes and found longing there.
“I will not apologize for my actions,” Agrid said carefully, loosening her grip. “But I will ask you if you are uncomfortable with this.”
A soft moan escaped Elisif’s lips. She looked into the Dragonborn’s golden irises and said nothing. She was torn between her duty to her husband and her loneliness. It seemed like years since he had passed away, though it had only been months. Her bed was cold and her heart ached for the warmth of another body. Calmly, she leaned forward and rested the side of her face against Agrid’s ebony armor and sighed. “Nothing is ever easy,” she said.
“No, it isn’t,” Agrid agreed, wrapping her arms around the woman.
“Dragonborn, may I stay with you tonight? Just for tonight?”
“My Queen, you can stay as long as you’d like.”

Re: My Queen 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

I like it. It was sweet and touching!