Summary: Walking with Ulfric through the streets of Windhelm, Galmar spots something he can't ignore, and decides to right his long-ago mistake. The Question is, how will his wife react?
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"So, Jorlief tells me Thane Rozenn almost has Hjerim fully furnished, now," Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak said to his Housecarl and friend as they walked the streets of Windhelm. They had no destination in mind, and neither seemed inclined to head indoors, despite the icy bite in the wind. It was a crisp Frost-Fall evening, and the stars lit the sky.
Galmar rolled his eyes. "So the Breton has no privacy, either, hm?" he asked with a wry grimace. "She'll be thrilled to know that you're asking if I've moved in yet."
Ulfric snorted. "It hardly matters, Galmar. But I wished to inform you that she asked for accommodation for children to be placed in the house. Has she told you of that?"
Galmar halted near Calixto's barred door, and turned to look his charge in the eye. "Are you worried that Rozenn might try to spring unwanted children on me? I don't know whether I should be touched, or if you're touched in the head."
Ulfric was about to reply when a small voice interrupted them.
"Excuse me? W-would you like to buy some flowers?"
Fill: Oh, Very Well, Then 1/? A Galmar/Rozenn fic
Summary: Walking with Ulfric through the streets of Windhelm, Galmar spots something he can't ignore, and decides to right his long-ago mistake. The Question is, how will his wife react?
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"So, Jorlief tells me Thane Rozenn almost has Hjerim fully furnished, now," Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak said to his Housecarl and friend as they walked the streets of Windhelm. They had no destination in mind, and neither seemed inclined to head indoors, despite the icy bite in the wind. It was a crisp Frost-Fall evening, and the stars lit the sky.
Galmar rolled his eyes. "So the Breton has no privacy, either, hm?" he asked with a wry grimace. "She'll be thrilled to know that you're asking if I've moved in yet."
Ulfric snorted. "It hardly matters, Galmar. But I wished to inform you that she asked for accommodation for children to be placed in the house. Has she told you of that?"
Galmar halted near Calixto's barred door, and turned to look his charge in the eye. "Are you worried that Rozenn might try to spring unwanted children on me? I don't know whether I should be touched, or if you're touched in the head."
Ulfric was about to reply when a small voice interrupted them.
"Excuse me? W-would you like to buy some flowers?"
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TBC because damn RL for getting in the way.