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Fill: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match 8a/?

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A/N1: So Part 8 was intended to be when Ulfric met his match. Yeah, no. That's not happening yet. All aboard the good ship Failboat!

Summary: This chapter Galmar decides to help his wife in her mission. Things do not go well.

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Rozenn dragged her feet as she crossed the great stone bridge into Windhelm. She had come from Solitude, and had just had one of the most harrowing trials of her time in Skyrim. She kicked a small rock and watched it skitter ahead of her. Astrid would soon feel the wrath of the Dragonborn, but first she wanted to see her husband.

And, she thought viciously, she'd tell Ulfric to jump into the White if he thought she'd bring him any more women only for them to be sent scurrying away like rats deserting a sinking ship. But maybe she'd go find Galmar first. No point in talking to Ulfric when she was so angry.

Calder looked surprised to see her when she made it in the door.

"He's just back from Markarth," Calder said. "Did you a favour, found Ulfric a nice Nord girl in the Reach while dealing with some Forsworn that were harassing the Stormcloak camps. Said he knew her and she was too nice to stay on in that stone-bedded prison, or words to that effect. A nice Windhelm girl, living in Markarth. Why would anyone leave here for Markarth of all places?"

"Markarth has its charms, if you like stone beds and lots of stairs. Think I'll have a nice, long, hot bath before he gets- wait. Did Galmar mention the girl's name?" Rozenn had gone from relaxed to alert in an instant.

"Um, he did, but it passed me by. Maura or Maraid, or-"

"Muiri? Did Galmar bring Muiri to see Ulfric?"

Calder swallowed, afraid of the intensity of his Thane's gaze. "Um, yes?"

Rozenn was out the door at top speed.

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When Rozenn reached the Palace of Kings Throne Room, she saw her former contract, the potential ex-girlfriend from Oblivion, sizing up Ulfric with a worryingly smug expression. Ulfric was gesturing to Muiri to dine with him. Rozenn didn't hesitate, she drew her sword and kept it levelled at Muiri's throat.

"Leave," Rozenn ordered.

"What? Who do you think you - oh - you," Muiri stammered.

"Me," Rozenn said agreeably.

"But you helped me!"

"Yes, I did, which is why I'll let you leave now unhurt. But if you get your claws into my Jarl then this will not end well."

"Rozenn!" Galmar and Ulfric spoke at the same time.

"It's alright, gentlemen. I was just leaving, anyway," Muiri said with a sulky glare at the glass-wielding Breton.

"The Night Mother likes me, so do not think the Sacrament will help you this time," Rozenn hissed in Muiri's ear, then spoke loudly for the benefit of the others in the room. "Perhaps you should visit with your friends the Shatter-Shields before you leave Windhelm. They recently suffered two tragic losses. It might comfort them to see you again."

Muiri stormed out the door, slamming it behind her.

"Wife, you had better have a good excuse for drawing that weapon in here," Galmar said warningly.

"Husband, the last time I met her, I wore red-and-black armour, and had been sent to do her bidding," Rozenn replied, sheathing the blade, now that the trouble had walked out.

"You might have told me!" Galmar grumbled.

Ulfric, who had watched much of the exchanges with wry amusement said simply, "you could have simply had her arrested. The guards wouldn't question you."

"I might have, but I've been arrested without good cause, my Jarl. I didn't like it. Mutual blackmail keeps us on an even keel," Rozenn said, grimacing as her aches and pains from her long, long week made themselves known again. "Don't worry, Ulfric, I'll find someone right for you. It's taken this long, that now I want to do so just to spite whoever keeps putting obstacles in my way."

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A/N2: Because I'd be afraid of offending Muiri if she were my spouse. Now I'm off to play matchmaker with Neloth, Marcurio and the Mages' College.