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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 2e

[(Anonymous)]

From the bed, she heard a tired grumble. Ulfric sat up, his form a shadow in the dark bedroom.

Jaenna froze. The Jarl’s head rotated slowly, taking in the silent room around him. She could see the glimmer of his narrowed eyes. He threw back the covers and stood, muscled body bare. Jaenna didn’t dare to move as he walked past her sprawled form, his foot almost tramping on her toes.

Ulfric grabbed the cloak that rested on the back of one of the chairs and wrapped it around his shoulders to ward off the chill air. He pulled the thong with the key off his neck and crouched by the chest. Jaenna heard a tell-tale click as the lid sprang open. He hummed as he assured himself no one had robbed him.

A suspicious man, wasn’t he? Jaenna bared her teeth. Rightfully so.

Careful not to make a sound, Jaenna got back to her feet. She tiptoed towards the door. The dragonborn was about to sneak out when she instead paused to look over her shoulder. Ulfric shuffled through a pack of letters. There was one that bore the seal of the Imperial Legion.

An idea came to her. Jaenna tapped her knuckles on the door, loudly.

Ulfric’s head came up. “What is it?” he called. His next words were a low grumble, “At this gods-forsaken hour.” He tossed the letters back into the chest and stood, walking towards the door.

Jaenna lunged forward and snatched up the top envelope, the one marked with the Imperial Seal. Employing all of her considerable sneakiness, she followed Ulfric to the door. As if in a dance, she stepped in time with him, almost touching him. She held the letter well above his head and out of his sight.

The Jarl tightened his cloak around his nakedness and opened the door. He halted when he saw no one in the hall. “What…” he started. He turned to look behind him. He sniffed the air.

The man moved to shut the door. There was a distracted look in his eyes as he stared into the darkness of his room. While he did, Jaenna slipped around him and through the doorway. Holding her breath and watching her feet, she escaped down the hallway.

***

When she returned to her room, undiscovered, Jaenna almost giggled and started clapping her hands. Giddy at her unexpected success, she reached to don her nightdress.

Angry fists hammered on her door, making the boards rattle. Jaenna jumped, the stolen letter still clenched in her hands. “Oh, no,” she whispered. She jammed the night shift over her head. “What is it?” she called, instilling as much ire onto her words as she could muster.

“By the order of the Jarl,” an irritated voice said, “we must know of your whereabouts this night.”

“My whereabouts?” Jaenna replied. She fought to push her arms through the right holes of her nightdress. “I’ve been sleeping in my soft bed, of course. I may be part dragon, but I don’t cozy up in the dungeons because if feels more like a cave.” She threw herself into her bed. Suddenly not sure where she could hide the letter, she tucked it down into the bosom of her nightdress.

“Open up,” the soldier demanded.

“Don’t order me around,” she snapped. “Open the door yourself.”

Even as she said it, Jaenna realized there was one big problem.

She was still invisible.

“Damn it,” she hissed, “damn it, damn it!” She dove under the sheets and tugged them over her head.

Two soldiers entered, one of them bearing a torch. The light filtered through the blankets Jaenna had tucked over her head.

“Barging in on a lady!” Jaenna screeched, her voice high-pitched. “You barbarians!”

“But you said—”

“Are you satisfied? I’m here, now get out!” Jaenna interrupted, the blankets muffling her voice. “I-I’m not decent! I sleep in the nude, you dolts!”

There was an exchange of mutters. Embarrassed coughs. After a moment, the footsteps left her room and the door closed.

Jaenna let out a shaky breath, peeking out from beneath her covers. For the next hour and a half, she couldn’t relax enough to sleep. Not while her body remained translucent. Eventually, though, the potion wore off and she was once again whole and flesh-coloured. No more soldiers barged into the room, and no one came to accuse her of thievery.

***