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Jarl Ulfrics Folly 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric had learned early to seize every opportunity. He was already having visions of a future with the dragonborn rallying his people. Her oaths to Balgruff were problematic. The jarl believed Balgruuf being a true nord would eventually join the rebellion. However, he was enough of a realist to understand there were no guarantees. Before he agreed to any association with her, she would have to prove her loyalty. “Is she ready to take the oath?”.

Galmar was already shaking his head. “The dragonborn wants to stay impartial I think it’s a good idea. We need to spare her the oath until Whiterun is decided. His words gave Ulfric pause. He still had her massive on his person. For once he was glad they had decided to conceal this except for Galmar and himself. Maybe they could reach some type of agreement with her. Ulfric seemed to take on an aura of implacable authority as he addressed the older nord “we have to make plans”. Galmar answered him with a grin “do what you do best Ulfric”.

The jarl began to lay out his thoughts, all the while feeling his housecarls piercing blue eyes on him. Galmar listened to every suggestion, occasionally making comments. Nearly two hours later Ulfric called upon the guards to provide an escort. He was headed into Windhelm itself. Galmar rushed to change into his dress uniform before joining Ulfric and his bodyguards near the entrance to Ysgamors Palace. It was time to put their plan into motion.

Meanwhile upstairs a different scene was playing out. Gilse had made her way up to Ulfrics rooms as directed. She was amazed at the luxury of his suite. Apparently Galmar had ordered her a light meal and a bath. It was members of the elite guards themselves who filled the bathing tub with scented water and provided a tray of sweet rolls cheese and mead. Gilse rushed through her bath afraid to linger. She did take time to savor the meal. Alone with nothing to do she settled in to read the various books in the room.


It was well past midnight when Ulfric returned to the palace. his day had been a long and trying one. He had spent hours among the people of Windhelm in the process abandoning some of his most deeply held beliefs. He said goodnight to Galmar before absently making his way to his room. He stripped himself of his fur coat and the armor he had worn all day.

Approaching his bed he stopped in his tracks taking a step backwards. A curvy figure was nestled among the furs in his bed sound asleep. His first reaction was outrage he never allowed his women in here. Things between them were not settled to the point that she was invited into his very bed. The sanctity of his chambers was absolute.

He was tempted to discipline her for being where she did not belong. He imagined her submissive groveling at his feet. The thought didn’t sit well with him. He wanted her proud and confident, a proper consort for the High King of Skyrim. Sliding onto the bed he felt the softness of the feminine body besides him. Reaching over her shoulder he drew the furs over the two of them. For the first time in his adult life, Ulfric Stormcloak future high king of Skyrim slept besides a woman.

Gilse felt the cold air brush her back as she awoke and immediately snuggled closer to the amazing warmth surrounding her. Course hairs tickled her cheek. She opened her eyes in bemusement to see blond hairs, a chest rising and falling. Jarl Ulfric! Gilse found herself literally wrapped around the man. Her head lay nestled in the crock of his arm, one of her legs was inserted between his. One of her arms was trapped beneath him the other was draped around his waist.