When he is of age, Joric runs off to find his bride in the Dragonborn’s daughter. He can barely hold a sword, and his nephews are beside themselves in excitement over the romance of it. Sirgar gifts him the sturdiest horse they have and frets when he leaves. Idgrod can’t help but smile at that, but in the back of her mind she knows he does this to remove any threat Joric might have on his children’s claim to the Hold.
Her hair turns grey and soon their sons old enough to fight in the second Great War, Sirgar tells her he’d have never married her if he’d known that this was the life they’d have. She laughs, and that night they entwine themselves between the sheets and lose themselves in each other.
For four months she entertains herself as being in love with him, she’s smiling and they make love instead of slaking lust upon each other as they did all those years ago. Kissing is enjoyable and Idgrod thanks Mara for finally answering her prayers. There is excitement as his hand runs over her stomach, praising all the nine gods as he presses his lips against most intimate areas. Things that she used to hate about him suddenly don’t matter; he has given her two children and has never wavered from her. He could have hurt her but he chose not to.
When he dies, suddenly and in his sleep, aged only 44, it takes her an hour of staring at his corpse in surprise until she gathers her wits and finds someone to inform the priest. The days flash by in a flurry of activity for a Jarl’s funeral. Mourners come in their droves, he was a good king. Likeable and modest, he had been one of them, once upon a time before his parents… before he married a Jarl’s daughter.
Her sons return from the war and weep openly for their father. The wisest is crowned, and soon any unrest within the Hold is smoothed over. She can hear her husband’s words pouring from the mouth of the young Jarl. It’s a good thing; there had always been unrest when her own Mother was ruler.
The relief she’s always known she’d have is there, though sadness lingers somewhere too. A passing grief that a person feels when realising an acquaintance has died, a sadness in knowing that he deserved so much more in a wife.
Hjaalmarch no longer needs her to sacrifice everything for the sake of stability. Now, as she leaves the home of her childhood with only a small pack and a purse full of coins, the world waits, and she is free.
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I hope someone has a longer fill than this, it's got so much potential and is a fave kink of mine :3
The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 2/2
Her hair turns grey and soon their sons old enough to fight in the second Great War, Sirgar tells her he’d have never married her if he’d known that this was the life they’d have. She laughs, and that night they entwine themselves between the sheets and lose themselves in each other.
For four months she entertains herself as being in love with him, she’s smiling and they make love instead of slaking lust upon each other as they did all those years ago. Kissing is enjoyable and Idgrod thanks Mara for finally answering her prayers. There is excitement as his hand runs over her stomach, praising all the nine gods as he presses his lips against most intimate areas. Things that she used to hate about him suddenly don’t matter; he has given her two children and has never wavered from her. He could have hurt her but he chose not to.
When he dies, suddenly and in his sleep, aged only 44, it takes her an hour of staring at his corpse in surprise until she gathers her wits and finds someone to inform the priest. The days flash by in a flurry of activity for a Jarl’s funeral. Mourners come in their droves, he was a good king. Likeable and modest, he had been one of them, once upon a time before his parents… before he married a Jarl’s daughter.
Her sons return from the war and weep openly for their father. The wisest is crowned, and soon any unrest within the Hold is smoothed over. She can hear her husband’s words pouring from the mouth of the young Jarl. It’s a good thing; there had always been unrest when her own Mother was ruler.
The relief she’s always known she’d have is there, though sadness lingers somewhere too. A passing grief that a person feels when realising an acquaintance has died, a sadness in knowing that he deserved so much more in a wife.
Hjaalmarch no longer needs her to sacrifice everything for the sake of stability. Now, as she leaves the home of her childhood with only a small pack and a purse full of coins, the world waits, and she is free.
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I hope someone has a longer fill than this, it's got so much potential and is a fave kink of mine :3