As the cool night fell on Windhelm, Sumayya shivered and clutched at the stolen sabre cat pelt she used to somewhat shield herself from the wind and snow. The 19 year old Redguard girl was not unused to being on the errant side of the law and in fact that was partly how she ended up here in the first place (specifically, she ran away from home, stole a horse, and traversed her way through Cyrodiil until she got to the southern Skyrim border). She got caught in the Imperial ambush simply out of inexperience and a bit of bad luck when she attempted to cross the border near the Stormcloak camp.
And that was when she saw Ulfric.
Sumayya was instantly enthralled, the sparks lit in her dark gray eyes as she watched him even through the confusion of the raid - his bearing was impressive and his deep voice sent shivers of longing through her body. She had been a bit of a late bloomer, so she didn't start getting romantic and sexual urges until she was about 15, but this crush completely blew her away. From the moment she escaped Helgen with Ralof - who was still pretty attractive, but Sumayya knew power when she saw it, and she had few qualms about going after what she wanted - it became a bit of an obsession to find Ulfric again.
Having only reluctantly helped out with the dragon situation outside Whiterun, and thus having everyone in the hold start singing her praises... she felt herself compelled to at least chop her hair off short to make herself less recognizable while she followed whispers that her object of affection resided to the east, in Windhelm. Sumayya still wore the Stormcloak armor, simply because it kept her relatively warm and allowed her some kind of ability to blend in, even if her cocoa brown skin raised a few curious eyebrows.
It would appear that the doors to the Palace of the Kings were locked, and although the guards patrolled outside, their attentions were focused outward. Presumably, they were feeling pretty assured in the security of the lock; however, Sumayya had been a bit of a lock-picking prodigy, always loving to solve little puzzles like that, and remembered some of the picks she had saved from her escape mission. She had the lock picked in only a couple of minutes, and crept in the large door as quietly as she possibly could.
The interior was impressively large, and a few small candles were kept burning alone, and there was a little bit of moonlight streaming in through the windows, but other than that it was dark in the main hall. She carefully tip-toed through the palace, and was barely breathing as she tried not to make a noise. In the low light she caught a glimpse of the throne, and paused, the temptation to go and sit in that magnificent chair pulling at her... but no, she knew what she was after.
Sumayya managed to reach an entrance to the left, near the throne, and the room it led to was also dimly lit. Telling by the table laid out with a flagged map, she determined that this was a strategic room. To the right, a door flanked by more flickering candles. Through there, it was even darker, and she had to find her way almost by instinct where Ulfric's room was. She prayed to the Divines that he was not a light sleeper as she picked the lock and slipped in.
Through a window, the moonlight highlighted just enough of the Jarl's sleeping frame - covered by sturdy Tundra cotton bedding and a blanket made of stitched-together furs - for Sumayya to know that it was him. Her hands shook and her nerves were tingling as she contemplated waking him, but then decided against it when she noticed his robes dressing a mannequin and a thought occurred to her. In an impulsive moment, she ran toward the mannequin and removed the cloak, then the entire set of clothes.
You Stole My Heart (F!Redguard!DB/Ulfric) [part 1]
And that was when she saw Ulfric.
Sumayya was instantly enthralled, the sparks lit in her dark gray eyes as she watched him even through the confusion of the raid - his bearing was impressive and his deep voice sent shivers of longing through her body. She had been a bit of a late bloomer, so she didn't start getting romantic and sexual urges until she was about 15, but this crush completely blew her away. From the moment she escaped Helgen with Ralof - who was still pretty attractive, but Sumayya knew power when she saw it, and she had few qualms about going after what she wanted - it became a bit of an obsession to find Ulfric again.
Having only reluctantly helped out with the dragon situation outside Whiterun, and thus having everyone in the hold start singing her praises... she felt herself compelled to at least chop her hair off short to make herself less recognizable while she followed whispers that her object of affection resided to the east, in Windhelm. Sumayya still wore the Stormcloak armor, simply because it kept her relatively warm and allowed her some kind of ability to blend in, even if her cocoa brown skin raised a few curious eyebrows.
It would appear that the doors to the Palace of the Kings were locked, and although the guards patrolled outside, their attentions were focused outward. Presumably, they were feeling pretty assured in the security of the lock; however, Sumayya had been a bit of a lock-picking prodigy, always loving to solve little puzzles like that, and remembered some of the picks she had saved from her escape mission. She had the lock picked in only a couple of minutes, and crept in the large door as quietly as she possibly could.
The interior was impressively large, and a few small candles were kept burning alone, and there was a little bit of moonlight streaming in through the windows, but other than that it was dark in the main hall. She carefully tip-toed through the palace, and was barely breathing as she tried not to make a noise. In the low light she caught a glimpse of the throne, and paused, the temptation to go and sit in that magnificent chair pulling at her... but no, she knew what she was after.
Sumayya managed to reach an entrance to the left, near the throne, and the room it led to was also dimly lit. Telling by the table laid out with a flagged map, she determined that this was a strategic room. To the right, a door flanked by more flickering candles. Through there, it was even darker, and she had to find her way almost by instinct where Ulfric's room was. She prayed to the Divines that he was not a light sleeper as she picked the lock and slipped in.
Through a window, the moonlight highlighted just enough of the Jarl's sleeping frame - covered by sturdy Tundra cotton bedding and a blanket made of stitched-together furs - for Sumayya to know that it was him. Her hands shook and her nerves were tingling as she contemplated waking him, but then decided against it when she noticed his robes dressing a mannequin and a thought occurred to her. In an impulsive moment, she ran toward the mannequin and removed the cloak, then the entire set of clothes.