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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 7b
(Anonymous) 2014-06-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)Breathing a silent prayer of thanks that the man still conscious, Jaenna helped him sit up and put the beaker to his lips. He drank the poison cure, wrinkling his nose at its foul taste.
The effects were immediate. He blinked and shook off his lethargy, sitting up straighter. His smile dazzled her. “You can put down your weapons.”
“Hm?” Jaenna mumbled, still stunned by his grin.
Behind her, soldiers grumbled and sheathed their swords. Jaenna jumped when she realized they had followed her right into the bedroom.
“The dragonborn has spared me death by an assassin’s blade,” the Jarl told the warriors, rising from his bed. The clothing he’d slept in was rumpled and bloody. “And thank Talos she’s an alchemist.”
The soldiers walked over to examine the assassin’s body. It was an Altmer. Sure enough, his blade was the make of the Imperial Legion.
“I can’t believe the Imperial Legion stoops low enough to send assassins,” Jaenna said, glaring at the body in disgust. “How did I not know that this was going on while I served in the army?”
“You were probably too busy winning the war honourably for them,” Ulfric said, his voice wry.
Jaenna snorted. The betrayals and secrets of the Imperial Legion were really beginning to add up. She made a decision: the first thing she’d do when Ulfric freed her was head to Solitude. She knew the location of every camp and stronghold she’d visit on the way, too.
The poison left Ulfric feeling tired, and there were still a few hours before dawn. The soldiers left his room, dragging the assassin’s corpse with them. Jaenna moved to follow, trying to make her presence in his bedchamber seem inconspicuous. However, Ulfric grabbed her hand, saying, “Stay with me?”
Jaenna glanced at the guards. They tried not to stare at this concrete revelation of their Jarl’s relationship with his dragonborn prisoner. Swallowing, she nodded. Jaenna closed the door on the soldiers’ snooping noses.
His face grey and tired, Ulfric pulled her back to his bed and lay down with her. He fell asleep quickly. Jaenna was still awake. The aftermath of the attack rocked through her, and she shivered. She was profusely thankful for her dragon’s senses.
She was also a little annoyed she hadn’t taken the opportunity to escape the Palace of the Kings.
Was it her, or did Ulfric hold her a more tightly in his sleep than before?
***
Ulfric got up early the following morning and dressed in his customary armour. Jaenna, clothes rumpled, followed him downstairs, walking at his side. There was nothing to hide, now, anyway.
Galmar was waiting for them in the war room, staring grimly at the map of Skyrim. Without preamble, he said, “You know what this means, right?” Galmar’s grating voice was serious. He didn’t even muster up a glare for Jaenna, which was concerning given the fact she’d come from the Jarl’s bedroom.
Ulfric nodded, looking sober. “Yes. You know what to do.”
Galmar bowed and left.
“What’s going on?” Jaenna asked.
He sighed. “Stormcloak business. Breakfast?”
Miffed that he was choosing now to be close-mouthed, Jaenna joined him at the hall table and they ate in companionable silence. When she was done, Jaenna stood and announced, “I need to find Hrothar to fill a tub. I really need a bath.” It would calm her nerves and rid her of the stench of the Altmer assassin.
Ulfric smiled and sent her on her way.
***