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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 5b
(Anonymous) 2014-05-09 05:11 am (UTC)(link)Jaenna waited for him to set the clothes on a chair by the wardrobe. Then she smiled at his back and waved. “Woo-hoo, over here.”
For once, the man actually startled. He gasped and whirled around, clutching his heart. “W-what!” he sputtered. He looked at the door, than back at her sprawled on the Jarl’s bed. He seemed torn between apologizing for not acknowledging her and demanding why she was in Ulfric Stormcloak’s bedchambers.
Before he could choose, Jaenna said, “I know you are a discreet and dutiful man, Hrothar.” She stood and stretched. “It was only a matter of time before you showed up. I’ve been waiting. I have a job for you. A dragonborn doesn’t walk around bare-footed and in ill-fitting clothes.” Even if Ulfric thought he’d cornered her into doing so.
“Of course, dragonborn.” He eyed her. “And a dragonborn also doesn’t belong in the Jarl’s bedchambers.”
“Report me, then.” Jaenna grinned. “Just make sure I’m around when you do. I want to see if the Jarl blushes.”
Hrothar shooks his head. He furrowed his eyebrows chuckled once to himself. She caught a muttered, “Imagine that!” Without another word, the man left and went to fetch her things.
***
Dressed in proper clothes, a sword comfortably at her side, a key in the pocket of her trousers, and richer in gold, Jaenna left the Jarl’s quarters and headed downstairs. A soldier blinked at her in confusion as she marched past him in the hallway.
Ulfric was seated along with Jorleif at the table in the main hall. The Jarl regarded her with surprise as she joined them at the table. He’d clearly finished eating ages ago, but was enjoying a conversation with his steward. His surprise turned to admiration, but he only gave an innocent, “Good morning, dragonborn.”
“Good morning,” she replied archly. She sat opposite of Ulfric, beside Jorleif. Was it her, or did the short man edge away from her? “Any news?” she asked.
“I have had word from Galmar,” Ulfric said. A line appeared between his brows. “The Imperial Legion is up to something, and I do not know what it is. They may try to take back Whiterun.”
Jaenna shrugged, pretending not to be interested. She grabbed a salmon steak and began eating. The others tried not to stare as she piled food onto her plate. It was a dragon’s appetite, what did they expect?
As she ate, a Stormcloak courier brought in a missive and passed it into Ulfric’s hands. “A report from Fort Dunstad,” he announced. Without waiting for the Jarl’s leave, the messenger hurried away.
Jaenna stopped, fork halfway to her mouth. “What did he say?”
“A report, from Fort Dunstad,” the Jarl repeated. He opened it, clear blue eyes scanning the letter. His brow furrowed. “Interesting. I was becoming worried. I thought our forces there were nearly overwhelmed, but it sounds like they are holding strong.”
The dragonborn almost choked. She coughed and grabbed her goblet, taking a deep drink. “Let me see that,” she said, slamming her goblet back down.
Ulfric looked at her from under his eyebrows, his face mouth hidden behind his hand. After a moment, he handed the parchment to her.
Jaenna took it and read it over, eyes narrowing. Something that might have just been a spill of ink caught her attention. The words written there reminded her of Legate Rikke’s handwriting. “Are you missing a courier, Ulfric?”
The man blinked and looked over his shoulder. They hadn’t seen the face of the Stormcloak courier beneath the faceplate of his helmet. “You think the missive has been altered?” Ulfric’s shoulders seemed to deflate at this bad news.