"Why did you summon me from Sky Haven Temple, Rozenn? I have important things to do," Delphine complained as she arrived at Hjerim.
"You and Orgnar... What's the situation there," Rozenn asked, wilfully ignoring Delphine's question.
"Orgnar? Why are you... Never mind, no he and I are not ... anything more than business associates. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason," Rozenn replied with a patently false innocent look. "Will you join me for a walk? There's someone I think you should meet."
"As long as it's not Ulfric Stormcloak," Delphine muttered darkly.
Rozenn froze. "Err... Why do you say that?"
Delphine scowled. "Let's just say he didn't make the best impression on me during the Great War."
Rozenn deflated. "You know what, you don't have to stay here, if it's inconvenient. This business, it's unimportant. You should go back to Sky Haven and the Blades."
"Only because you're Dragonborn," Delphine muttered irritably, rolling her eyes.
Galmar saw Delphine walking away as he strolled home for the night.
"What is that woman doing here?" he asked testily.
"You don't like her?" Rozenn asked.
"We met in High Hrothgar. She and Ulfric did not see eye to eye about uses of the Thu'um while he was studying under Arngeir. And even when he went to war, and they met in Cyrodiilic battlefields... Let's just say the tension between them was not the sort to be resolved with a fuck," said Galmar, shaking his head.
"So she doesn't like Ulfric and Ulfric doesn't like her," Rozenn summarised.
"More or less - Rozenn. Breton. Wife, please tell me you were not preparing to set them up romantically?"
Rozenn nodded, once, miserably. Galmar burst out laughing, and pulled her into his arms.
"You really are desperate to see him wed anyone but Elisif, aren't you?" Galmar murmured, still chuckling.
"I just want him to be happy," she said plaintively, hiding her eyes in Galmar's brawny shoulder.
"Well, I cannot fault you for that, Breton. Come, we'll make love and talk more on the morrow."
Fill: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match 3b/?
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"Why did you summon me from Sky Haven Temple, Rozenn? I have important things to do," Delphine complained as she arrived at Hjerim.
"You and Orgnar... What's the situation there," Rozenn asked, wilfully ignoring Delphine's question.
"Orgnar? Why are you... Never mind, no he and I are not ... anything more than business associates. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason," Rozenn replied with a patently false innocent look. "Will you join me for a walk? There's someone I think you should meet."
"As long as it's not Ulfric Stormcloak," Delphine muttered darkly.
Rozenn froze. "Err... Why do you say that?"
Delphine scowled. "Let's just say he didn't make the best impression on me during the Great War."
Rozenn deflated. "You know what, you don't have to stay here, if it's inconvenient. This business, it's unimportant. You should go back to Sky Haven and the Blades."
"Only because you're Dragonborn," Delphine muttered irritably, rolling her eyes.
Galmar saw Delphine walking away as he strolled home for the night.
"What is that woman doing here?" he asked testily.
"You don't like her?" Rozenn asked.
"We met in High Hrothgar. She and Ulfric did not see eye to eye about uses of the Thu'um while he was studying under Arngeir. And even when he went to war, and they met in Cyrodiilic battlefields... Let's just say the tension between them was not the sort to be resolved with a fuck," said Galmar, shaking his head.
"So she doesn't like Ulfric and Ulfric doesn't like her," Rozenn summarised.
"More or less - Rozenn. Breton. Wife, please tell me you were not preparing to set them up romantically?"
Rozenn nodded, once, miserably. Galmar burst out laughing, and pulled her into his arms.
"You really are desperate to see him wed anyone but Elisif, aren't you?" Galmar murmured, still chuckling.
"I just want him to be happy," she said plaintively, hiding her eyes in Galmar's brawny shoulder.
"Well, I cannot fault you for that, Breton. Come, we'll make love and talk more on the morrow."