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Jarl Ulfrics Folly 3b/?

[(Anonymous)]

So this was the end! Among strangers, far from home, an ignoble death! Gilse hissed at the female captain “keep your foot off me!”. Only memories of the people who loved her gave her courage to approach the chopping block dignity intact. They would expect it of her. Never would they tolerate one of their own groveling before enemies. Still it took all that was in her to bend a knee at the block. There was a sense of unreality and despair as she laid her head on the block. Gilse woke in a blind panic scrambling from the bed she got tangled in the covers and landed in a heap on the floor. Looking wildly about, heart racing she realized she had been dreaming. “Are you alright Dragonborn?”

Not fully awake she had not seen the guard come in. “Just a bad dream”. Gilse took the hand extended to help her up". She was reluctant to leave the room. Very self conscious of the events of the last evening. She was surprised to find lukewarm water and bathing cloths. Her belongings had been placed near the cupboard along with a stack of books. Her armor appeared to have been cleaned. Even her elven dagger, freshly polished was sitting on top of her clothes. Her two bags of coins sat side by side near her boots.

She noticed a little bottle of scent near the bathing cloths. A peace offering? She added a few drops to the water and reheated it using a fire spell. She methodically washed ever inch of her skin using the soapy scented water. Feeling slightly refreshed she took her time dressing in her studded armor and brushing her hair out. She left her hair hanging on her shoulders. She caught sight of herself in a mirror propped on the table.

She shivered the woman in the reflection looked vulnerable, even fragile. The shadows under her violet eyes accented them, making them appear piercing. Violet eyes among the dunmer were considered a thing of great beauty. They were also very rare. Her mother a priestess of Dibella, took great delight in her own violet eyes. She said they were passed along in certain families usually skipping several generations. For her mother to have passed them to her was very rare indeed.

Gilse studied her face. She believed the heart shape and softened angles were a gift from her father. Little was know about her father. Her mother hinted he was of mixed heritage himself. Her jet black curly hair suggested he was at least partly redguard. Her thoughts drifted back to her mother. What advice would she have for her? Her mother celebrated and took such joy in the dibellan arts, she would be quite despondant to see her daughter now. Shaking herself out of such somber thoughts Gilse decided to put the room to rights.

Hunger finally drove her down to the main hall. A hush settled over the room when she entered. Most of the nords present refused to meet her eyes. She imagined they were trying to be tactful but in a way it made it worse. Gilse sat gingerly on the bench near the trestle table and selected an apple to nibble on.

She was aware of Ulfrics presence near the throne in close proximity to Galmar. She refused to acknowledge him. He didn’t appear in the least bothered by the fact that he had been inside her. For her it was not so easy. Her body would heal, Her mind insisted on torturing her woman’s soul by replaying her rape. She felt tears begin to roll down her face only partly aware she was just sitting there staring at her half eaten apple.

Galmar had been covertly watching Gilse since she entered the room. It was obvious she wasn’t doing well. Her behavior reminded him of certain soldiers traumatized by the sights and sounds of battle. She needed to get out of the palace and relax. He would have to carefully manage Ulfric to get him to agree to it. He was considering his options when the divines gave him a gift. The doors to the main hall swung open and a familiar figure entered seemingly bringing the elements with him. His hair and shoulders were dusted with fresh snow Ralof!