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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 6a
(Anonymous) 2014-05-17 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)Jaenna woke early. The Jarl still slept beside her, his breaths quiet and warm against the nape of her neck. She eased out of his embrace and slipped from the bed. Keeping a wary eye on him, she dressed. To tidy up loose ends, she dumped the remainder of the paralysis potion into the chamber pot. Then, grabbing his clothes in a bundle and hiding them in her spare cloak, she snuck towards the door.
Without making a sound, Jaenna crept out of her room and shut the door. Grinning wickedly, she tiptoed downstairs and found Hrothar eating a quick breakfast alone in the kitchen. “Good morning,” she said, dropping the bundle of clothes into his arms. “Some laundry for you. Don’t look at me like that! I’m doing the Jarl a favour - it’s not mine.”
The man harrumphed, shoved a last bite of toast into his mouth, and whisked the dirty clothing away. Jaenna ate her breakfast in the main hall, enjoying the taste of a well-achieved victory almost within her grasp. She chose a shiny red apple for desert and then tucked into a hardy stew filled with mutton, potatoes, and carrots. As she ate, she heard a loud crunch, and jumped. Looking around, she saw no one else in the hall except for the guards at the far doors.
Shrugging, Jaenna stood and pocketed her apple. Then, she headed down into the barracks. The soldiers watched her in surprise as she opened the chest of prisoners’ belongings and withdrew the Jarl’s sword.
“Aha!” she declared. She turned and surveyed the half a dozen men and women in the barracks. “A ghost told me where to find this last night,” she whispered conspiratorially.
Their faces paled. The soldiers exchanged shocked looks. Jaenna returned to the main hall.
As she closed the door to the barracks, Jaenna spotted Galmar shaking snow off his boots at the Palace of the Kings entrance. He saw her too and scowled. Jaenna only smiled and went to set the Jarl’s sword by the throne.
“Where did you get that?” the housecarl demanded, stomping down the corridor towards her.
“Ah, good morning Galmar,” Jaenna called in a singsong voice. The more alarmed Galmar was, the harder he’d look for Ulfric and the sooner he’d find the man rather compromised. “This sword? Oh, I just found it.”
“Just ‘found it,’ did you?” he said.
Jaenna studied her nails. “Yes, indeed. Unfortunately, I have been unable to find the Jarl this morning. I don’t suppose you’ve seen him?”
Galmar gave her a deadpan look. “I’ve just returned to Windhelm.”
“Ah, well. Better look for him.” And just in case he needed a little more prompting, Jaenna said, “I suggest you hurry, something tells me he might need that sword.”
Suspicion glinting in his eyes, Galmar came to stand toe to toe with the woman. They were of a height. Glaring into her face, he said, “You better not have caused any trouble for him while I’ve been gone.”
Jaenna smiled sweetly. “Trouble? Why would I ever want to cause Ulfric Stormcloak any trouble?”
Growling, Galmar grabbed Ulfric’s sword and spun away. Motioning to several other soldiers and issuing orders, they all scattered and went to search the palace for the Jarl.
“Ah, how lovely,” Jaenna chuckled to herself. She sat on Ulfric’s throne and looked around, admiring the high vantage point. Maybe there was a purpose to the risers, after all.
She reached into her pocket and withdrew that shiny red apple that promised to be as sweet as taffy. She was about to take a big bite when she realized - there was a bite already missing!
Dumbfounded, Jaenna stared at the apple. Her eyebrows rose so high they threatened to disappear into her hair. “That cheeky bastard,” she said with approval. Her laughter filled the hall, causing the distant guards to shuffle nervously.
Shaking her head and wiping tears from her eyes, Jaenna settled more comfortably and ate what remained of her apple.
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