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:Jarl Ulfrics Folly 4a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Gilse decided to test the waters so to speak. Did she really have run of the city? The nords were busy with their reunion when she slipped through the door. She made her way towards the gray quarter only to stop when she heard someone calling her name. Brunwulf Free-Winter was rushing to catch up with her.

“Gilse Come meet Oengul War-Anvil”. “Rumors of a kinswoman being the dragonborn is sending shock waves through the gray quarter” he told her smiling approvingly. He pounded hardly on her back “Stone-Fist himself arranged for you to be assistant to Oengul”. “I bet that stuck in his gullet having to acknowledge you”. He stopped to look down at her “The legendary dragonborn a dunmar! well done Gilse! Well done!…..

Gilse was confused having been unable to get a word in edgewise she finally asked “What’s this about Oengul? Assistant? Galmar?. Brunwulf hesitated “Stone-Fist didn’t tell you?’. “He arranged for you to help Oengul at the forge. “He said it would be your contribution to the war effort”.

Gilse was relieved that she would be away from the palace during the day. The less time spent in Ulfrics company the better for her. They had reached the blacksmith quarters and Brunwulf introduced her to Oengul. The burly nord said he was relieved to have help since his usual assistant Hermir was pregnant. She would need help with the heavier work. He looked doubtful at Gilse’s slight form though.

Brunwulf left Gilse and Oengul to become better acquainted. Oengul asked Gilse to observe and learn before actually starting work. Gilse was quiet content to hang around the forge. It was getting dark when Ralof came to find her.

He gave her another of his bear hugs before teasing her about running off like a cat with its tail on fire. He invited her to Candlehearth hall for drinks. They walked to the inn in companionable silence. The place was full but they managed to find some empty seats.

Ralof called for mead and then settled back and looked at her. “So tell me my friend what’s the story with you and Ulfric; why is he so possessive?”. “And why are you not joining the fight?”. Gilse snorted “He wants to control the dragonborn!”. She went on to explain about conditions in the Gray Quarter. Ralof listened carefully. He said he’d respect her decision but hoped she would change it.

He asked how she found out she was dragonborn. Gilse explained she discovered she was the mythical dragonborn after dragon fight in Whiterun. She went on to say that's how she became a Thane of that city. She had been planning a visit to High Hrothgar after this trip to Windhelm.

It was getting late but Gilse was reluctant to return to the Palace. Eventually she and Ralof talked themselves out and sat side by side drinking mead.

Ulfric was having a bad night. It was late almost morning and still the dragonborn was not back. He had planned to exert his mastery over her, by having her service him! Did she not realize the honor he was granting her by deigning to lay with a grayskin?

The whole palace was asleep except him and the night guards. He had been informed she was still out drinking with Ralof. He was tempted to have her escorted back. But he wouldn’t give that elf the satisfaction. She should be thanking him for the opportunity to spread her legs for her betters.

The sound of doors closing alerted him to her return. Gilse and Ralof were standing near the entrance whispering heads close together. Ralof took a step and almost stumbled, but the elf caught his arm steadying him. Since when had Ralof lacked discipline? It had to be her influence.

Ralof embraced her before heading down to the barricks unsteady on his feet. Gilse watched him disappear before heading towards the throne room and presumably her bed. Well she would have to fulfill her duties before he allowed her any sleep.