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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 7d
(Anonymous) 2014-06-05 05:02 am (UTC)(link)“They have retaken Whiterun, and some of the southern territories. They will be making for Windhelm soon.” Ulfric’s voice was grim. “That assassination attempt was just a precursor of the attacks that will soon befall my city.”
“Then why free me?” Jaenna asked, narrowing her eyes. “You could use me; make some sort of deal with me so that I attack the Imperial Legion’s forces.”
“Jaenna,” Ulfric sighed. He relented to her tugging and fell back into bed. “Have you not been used enough?”
Jaenna let go of him, trying to decide if he meant insult or kindness. “Fine,” she said. “Then I… I am free to leave?”
“Whenever you desire.”
Jaenna slowly sat up. Free. Finally. She could leave all this nonsense behind, wait for things to sort themselves out, and then make her presence within Skyrim known once again. And if the Imperial Legion won… well, they wouldn’t be in power for long.
Or… she could go pay the Imperial Legion a visit, right now. Politics be damned! As long as they tasted her fiery vengeance, it would be justice enough to satisfy her.
The dragonborn rolled out of bed, cleaned up, and began dressing. She had to hold her ruined shirt together over her breasts. Ulfric dressed too, but more slowly. “You are leaving now?” he asked. “Tonight?”
Jaenna thrust one leg into her trousers, kicking it straight. “The Imperial Legion and I have some… unfinished business. I am going to Solitude.”
Intensely focused on this one goal, Jaenna strode from the bedroom in search of her sword. The door remained open in her wake. The gentle scent of lavender lingered in the air.
Ulfric sighed. Half-dressed in only his trousers, he sank down onto the edge of his bed. His face was as expressionless as slate. He watched the yawning doorway for a long time, unmoving.
He dropped his head into his hands.
***
The moon was hiding when Jaenna strode out from the Palace of the Kings. Soldiers stared at her, but she ignored them and inhaled the fresh, icy air that swept through the city. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky. She closed her eyes and tipped her face to the blackness above her. Sweet freedom, her inner dragon seemed to whisper.
Adorned once again in the armour of her own making and with a sword at her side, Jaenna now both felt and looked the part of the dragonborn. Her armour was a mixture of boiled leather and iron scales. It was light and allowed for flexibility, yet would turn a sword and lessen the impact of an arrow - not that it was too often errant steel struck the dragonborn.
Jaenna left through the front city gates unmolested. Some of the city folk didn’t even look twice at her, probably believing she was nothing more than a travelling mercenary. Her first destination outside of the walls of Windhelm was the stables.
A sleepy Bosmer stable hand came out when he heard her feet crunching through the snow. “Come back tomorrow morning if you want to buy a horse,” he said, rubbing eyes.
“Let’s save us both the trouble of that, shall we?” Jaenna replied. She took the reins of one of the beasts and mounted. The man looked indignant, ready to call for the guard. Jaenna undid the gold pendant from around her neck and tossed it to him. He caught it, the pendant itself thicker and wider than the palm of his hand.
“That should pay for it,” Jaenna said lightly. “It was getting heavy. Oh – and I recommend not wearing it around the Jarl… if you catch my meaning.”