It was late at night when a Stormcloak messenger finally came. “Sir! Jarl Ulfric made it safely to the Falkreath Camp. They’ll ride throughout the night and should be here tomorrow”. Galmar let out a breath he did not realise he was holding. “Then the rescue mission was successful”, he answered relieved. “Uhm… actually”, the messenger began nervously. Galmar’s eyes narrowed, “what? What is it? Speak!” The messenger stepped back nervously before answering the irate housecarl. “The Imperials took him and the others to Helgen. They were to be executed, but…”
“Well? What is it? You said he made it safely to the camp?” The messenger nodded quickly continuing his story. “Yes but the rescue party had no part in it. In Helgen... The Jarl… he said that they were saved by… well… by a… a dragon… Sir”. Galmar’s eyes widened, “a dragon? Are you mad?” The messenger nervously shook his head, “no Sir. According to Jarl Ulfric the dragon appeared during the… the execution and they managed to get away in the confusion”. Galmar was silent for a moment, processing this information, ‘a dragon? Well I’ll be damned! I don’t know if it was Talos or uncanny luck, but you did it again my friend!’ “Rest up, you’ve done well”, he dismissed the messenger and made his way to his own room. ‘Now that I know he’s save I’ll finally be able to get some rest’.
Late the next day, Ulfric finally returned, looking worse for wear, but alive and in one piece. They embraced in a manly hug and Galmar clapped him on the back. “Next time I tell you to stay in the Palace, listen! Saved by a dragon, that’s just ridiculous. Your luck will run out sometime and there won’t be a dragon next time to save your hide!” Ulfric grimaced but allowed Galmar to let out the frustration he surely must have felt. After telling Ulfric the usual “I told you so’s” and “don’t be so stubborn next time’s” Galmar was brought to a stop by something Ulfric had muttered. “What was that?”
The Jarl did not look at him as he repeated himself, “there was a woman”. Galmar shook his head, not sure if he heard correctly. ‘A woman? Did he really just say that? He just escaped execution and he’s thinking of a woman?’ “A woman? What woman?” he grumbled. Ulfric looked at him then and Galmar noticed the dreamy, far off look in his eyes. “A beautiful woman, Nord, young. They were about to chop her head off when the dragon came. Eira is her name. Hair the colour of the sun and eyes green as emeralds. I hope she made it out of Helgen. I think Ralof went with her”. Galmar frowned, ‘Whoever this woman is… it seems she left a lasting impression on him’. He sighed, deciding to let it go for now. “Go wash up and put something clean on, you stink of Imperial scum!” They both laughed at that and the Jarl made his way through the war room and up to his chambers. Galmar let out another deep breath and murmured softly, “thank you Talos, for bringing him home”.
Re: Inner thoughts of a Jarl's Housecarl (4/4)
“Well? What is it? You said he made it safely to the camp?” The messenger nodded quickly continuing his story. “Yes but the rescue party had no part in it. In Helgen... The Jarl… he said that they were saved by… well… by a… a dragon… Sir”. Galmar’s eyes widened, “a dragon? Are you mad?” The messenger nervously shook his head, “no Sir. According to Jarl Ulfric the dragon appeared during the… the execution and they managed to get away in the confusion”. Galmar was silent for a moment, processing this information, ‘a dragon? Well I’ll be damned! I don’t know if it was Talos or uncanny luck, but you did it again my friend!’ “Rest up, you’ve done well”, he dismissed the messenger and made his way to his own room. ‘Now that I know he’s save I’ll finally be able to get some rest’.
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Late the next day, Ulfric finally returned, looking worse for wear, but alive and in one piece. They embraced in a manly hug and Galmar clapped him on the back. “Next time I tell you to stay in the Palace, listen! Saved by a dragon, that’s just ridiculous. Your luck will run out sometime and there won’t be a dragon next time to save your hide!” Ulfric grimaced but allowed Galmar to let out the frustration he surely must have felt. After telling Ulfric the usual “I told you so’s” and “don’t be so stubborn next time’s” Galmar was brought to a stop by something Ulfric had muttered. “What was that?”
The Jarl did not look at him as he repeated himself, “there was a woman”. Galmar shook his head, not sure if he heard correctly. ‘A woman? Did he really just say that? He just escaped execution and he’s thinking of a woman?’ “A woman? What woman?” he grumbled. Ulfric looked at him then and Galmar noticed the dreamy, far off look in his eyes. “A beautiful woman, Nord, young. They were about to chop her head off when the dragon came. Eira is her name. Hair the colour of the sun and eyes green as emeralds. I hope she made it out of Helgen. I think Ralof went with her”. Galmar frowned, ‘Whoever this woman is… it seems she left a lasting impression on him’. He sighed, deciding to let it go for now. “Go wash up and put something clean on, you stink of Imperial scum!” They both laughed at that and the Jarl made his way through the war room and up to his chambers. Galmar let out another deep breath and murmured softly, “thank you Talos, for bringing him home”.