Galmar helped her to roughly a sitting position. He sat there in silence watching her weep, “Dragonborn we had an agreement that you would work on your manners” he lectured her sternly. “Jarl Ulfric has denied you any restoration magic”. “The lesson given you needs to stick”. He sighed tiredly “you will have the use of this room during your stay here”.

Gilse lay awake long after he left her. Uncomfortable and feeling stripped of dignity and self-respect, dawn was starting break before she fell into a fitful sleep. Up another staircase and down the hall Ulfric was also having trouble sleeping. Alone with his private thoughts, he admitted to himself, It had been excruciatingly satisfying to bury himself in that dunmar bitch. She had been so hot and tight a perfect fit. It was something he had been fantasizing about, since he had first seen that exquisite body stripped on its knees before him. He was by nature a dominant man. Having complete control of her had been a further turn on. He was happy with the service he had assigned to her. He planned to use her at will until he got her out of his system.