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Tags: Series: Rozenn-the-Breton, Char: Galmar Stone-Fist, Ulfric Stormcloak, Calder, F!DB, Lucia

Summary: Walking with Ulfric through the streets of Windhelm, Galmar spots something he can't ignore, and decides to right his long-ago mistake. The Question is, how will his wife react?

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"So, Jorlief tells me Thane Rozenn almost has Hjerim fully furnished, now," Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak said to his Housecarl and friend as they walked the streets of Windhelm. They had no destination in mind, and neither seemed inclined to head indoors, despite the icy bite in the wind. It was a crisp Frost-Fall evening, and the stars lit the sky.

Galmar rolled his eyes. "So the Breton has no privacy, either, hm?" he asked with a wry grimace. "She'll be thrilled to know that you're asking if I've moved in yet."

Ulfric snorted. "It hardly matters, Galmar. But I wished to inform you that she asked for accommodation for children to be placed in the house. Has she told you of that?"

Galmar halted near Calixto's barred door, and turned to look his charge in the eye. "Are you worried that Rozenn might try to spring unwanted children on me? I don't know whether I should be touched, or if you're touched in the head."

Ulfric was about to reply when a small voice interrupted them.

"Excuse me? W-would you like to buy some flowers?"

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TBC because damn RL for getting in the way.

Ooh, good job so far! Only one slight nitpick - in the tags it says Lucia, but the little girl selling flowers in Windhelm is Sofie. Lucia's the one hanging out in Whiterun. She is also very adorable, but it will take a little more dramatic wrangling to get her into the story. :)

Thank you for that, Nonny. *BRB facepalming forever*

And I just started adoption proceedings in my latest save-game, too. This is what happens when I'm being hurried out the door while ficcing.

Mods, if possible, please will you correct my tagging error to char: Sofie instead of char: Lucia?

"Excuse me? W-would you like to buy some flowers?"

A small girl in a red dress that had seen better days was holding a flower basket and holding up a wilted mountain flower of indeterminate colour.

"Girl, have you no idea whom you are addressing?" Ulfric asked, not unkindly.

"Um, someone rich?" the girl asked, eyeing Ulfric's fur cloak.

"You are in the presence of your Jarl, girl. You need to show proper deference," Galmar said.

Her eyes widened. "Ulfric Stormcloak? And... you- you're the General, Galmar, aren't you? My Papa told me about you."

"Who's your Papa, little one?" Galmar asked before Ulfric could butt in and scare the little thing away.

She hung her head. "He- He loved you- He- His name was Wulfgar. He was... He's dead, now."

Ulfric gently patted her head in sympathy, and Galmar felt a terrible weariness in his bones. He decided to steer the conversation to a happier topic. "Where is your mother, little one? Does she know you're out on the streets at this hour?"

The girl gave him a sad look. "My Mama is dead. She died when I was a little girl."

Galmar blinked. "No, she's not."

"Yes, she is," the little girl insisted. "She died and they put her in a box in the Hall of the Dead and Papa wouldn't let me see the box but they put it in the ground the next spring."

"No, she didn't. I remember Wulfgar talking about you and your mother, and he told me she lived. I wanted to ensure his dependants could look after themselves, should the worst happen. Do not vex me with your lies, girl," Galmar warned her.

"Liar! I... I hate you!" she shouted, throwing her flower at Ulfric and stamping her foot. She turned on her heel and ran to the small portico beside Niranye's House.

"Well done, General," Ulfric murmured acidly, "you reduced a small girl to tears. Your wife must be so proud of you."

"The girl was peddling untruths with her flower baskets, Ulfric. Come on," Galmar grunted irritably and stalked off in the direction Hjerim lay in.

Galmar's long stride quickly ate up the distance in the walled city, and soon the Jarl and Housecarl were outside the Hall of the Dead, among the gravestones. Ulfric halted at a modest, slightly weathered plinth.

"The names, Galmar. Look here? Eadwacer died six years ago, and now the addition of Wulfgar. One of that family lied to you, friend, but it wasn't the girl-child," Ulfric said quietly.

"Ulfric," Galmar sighed, "I may have made a slight tactical miscalculation."

"Tactical miscalculation? My friend, what you made was a fool of yourself," Ulfric replied seriously.

Galmar nodded. "Do you know where she lives?"

"Galmar, I have the concerns of Skyrim to worry about. I do not know anything about the home of one small girl in my city," Ulfric murmured. "Jorlief will know."

Jorlief did, in fact, know where Wulfgar and Eadwacer and their daughter - whose name turned out to be Sofie - had lived (in a modest house not too far from the Aretino residence), but because both breadwinners had died without having paid for the house, the city had taken the property back and sold it to another family.

Jorlief had sent the girl the obligatory notification that she would be transferred to Honourhall in Riften, but when he and the City guard who was to escort her out of Windhelm had arrived, the house was completely empty: the girl had run rather than go to Grelod the Kind's domain. Jorlief rather pitied her, and so, rather than forcibly remove her to Riften, he had unofficially granted her permission to earn her keep selling flowers to the locals, providing she didn't trespass.

Galmar rolled his eyes as the steward spoke, and made an angered growl that sounded like the bear whose skin he wore.

"Where is she now, Jorlief?" he asked with exaggerated patience.

Jorlief shrugged. "Maybe Silda might know."

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If Silda the Unseen knew the girl's whereabouts, she was not telling anyone in armour, that was for damn sure. Neither did his brother's friend Angrenor Once-Honoured, although the former soldier did tell Galmar that a Sweet Roll wouldn't tempt Sofie, but a taffy treat might just do the trick.

Galmar pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. Rozenn would be home soon from whatever errand she was doing this week, and he wanted to be ready to greet her properly. This business of tracking down a girl-child to apologise was more difficult than it had at first seemed. And Ulfric was no help, offering only the sage advice, "Perhaps you ought have kept your temper in line and your tongue in check."

"How. Does. That. Help. Me. NOW, Ulfric?" Galmar roared in reply. Ulfric had simply chuckled and shook his head.

"Um, someone rich?" Ahahahaha, oh my Talos, I don't even know why that struck me so funny, but well done, Sofie.

Also, "before Ulfric could butt in and scare the little thing away" - well done on that one, Galmar.

Yes, I figure Sofie wouldn't necessarily distinguish between Ulfric's furs and the furs on some Fine Clothes - and I bet she gets the "Don't you know who I am?" line on a daily basis, too :P

Yeaaaaaaaah, that was Galmar's bad. He thinks Ulfric's the intimidating one. Rozenn might have told him he's got the bigger roar :P

Thanks for commenting!

There is another chapter, but it got marked as Spam (Talos knows why) so I'm not sure when there'll be more. (Don't want to repeat or contradict myself)

Brilliant! I really enjoyed this and can't wait for the next chapter. Sofie is such a cute little girl that just pulls my heartstrings! Can't wait to see how Galmar apologizes to her and how she'll react!

Hee! Thanks, it's great to get feedback :)

Yeah, Galmar's going to have to learn to grovel ;)

Eventually, Galmar decided his best chance of finding her again was to go back to Niranye's house, near Calixto's old property, and hopefully find her or someone who might know of her whereabouts.

It was late; the Moons were out and the wind was bitter. Frost Fall was a cold, crisp month, but Galmar would feel a lot happier and a lot warmer in Hjerim with Rozenn or even in Candlehearth with some mead. He was tempted to put off apologising to Sofie until the next day, but he knew Rozenn would hear of it and be unhappy, and he knew he'd never get to sleep - the argument kept popping into his mind - and he wanted to make right what was wrong between him and the girl-child.

Eventually, footsore and mentally fatigued (Rolff had followed him around the town for a while catcalling and encouraging him to go to the Grey Quarter to make some Dunmer children cry until Galmar had turned around and offered to toss him into the river), Galmar sank onto the wooden bench in the portico outside Niranye's home, hoping nobody would either mind or notice. Drawing in air to let out a sigh of exasperation, Galmar's breath caught when he noticed the tiny bedroll in the corner, and the small, shivering form in it.

"Sofie?" Galmar whispered incredulously.

The shaking bundle turned and froze.

"What are you doing sleeping out here, child?" Galmar asked softly.

"I didn't sell and flowers today. Sometimes Suzanna would let me stay in Candlehearth, by the kitchen fires for some nightshade blossoms, but Edla needs coin," Sofie replied.

Galmar didn't know how to process this information. "I was looking for you. I wanted to apologise to you."

"That's okay, sir. Papa wanted to be your soldier, even though he didn't know how, and he told a fib to make sure he got to go to lots of battles," Sofie replied tonelessly.

"If I had known about your mother, child..." Galmar trailed off. "I might still have sent him into action, but I would have been more careful of him than I was. I am sorry."

The girl shrugged; the gesture looked odd in her supine position. "It's what he wanted. Thanks for talking to me."

"Girl," Galmar said, clearing his throat. "Sofie."

"Yes, Mister Galmar?"

"My wife lives in Hjerim. There's lots of fires burning, and plenty of food in that house," Galmar said, awkwardly.

"That's nice, sir. I'm really glad..." Sofie mumbled, without curiousity.

"There's room for a child. A girl-child, like you."

"Like... Are you asking-" Sofie sat up.

"I could adopt you," Galmar blurted, interrupting Sofie's train of thought.

"You'd be my new Papa?" Sofie asked, actually standing upright, now.

"No! Er, I mean, you should remember your brave Pa all your days, girl. I'd never try to be a substitute. But I could be your... Guardian?" Galmar hadn't even considered this option, but he knew he couldn't sit idly and do nothing. He hoped Rozenn would forgive him.

Sofie thought about it. "Will you call me a liar again?"

"Only if you tell lies," Galmar promised, hand on his heart.

"Pinkie swear it!"

And, for the first time in his life, Galmar Stone-Fist, Housecarl to the Jarl of Windhelm, General of the Stormcloak Army, pinkie swore with a little girl.

"I'll just collect my stuff and I'll meet you in Hjerim! Um.It's not still all bloodstained after Mister Calixto's attacks, is it?"

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TBC because Nonny needs sleep.

Galmar let the girl scurry off to gather her pitifully few possessions, and say her (temporary) farewells to the town's other beggars. He strolled back to Hjerim, wondering how he was going to tell Rozenn that he'd skipped several Very Important conversations and just taken the girl in off the streets - without the first clue how to parent.

He rubbed his palm over his eyes, and into his hair, and tugged his beard, but no ideas, no inspiration leapt to mind. Maybe Rozenn wouldn't be home yet. She had said she didn't know how long she'd be in Whiterun for, after all. Maybe he had time to get used to the idea of fatherhood to a waif.

No such luck. Calder greeted Galmar with an eyeroll, and a, "she's upstairs, waiting for you. Naked."

"Of course she is," Galmar smirked. Two steps up the staircase he paused and returned to the Housecarl.

"Calder," he said softly. "A young girl-child by the name of Sofie will be knocking on the door shortly with a cockamamie tale about how I offered to adopt her. Let her in, feed her, and let her choose a bed from the new children's bedroom. And - don't tell Rozenn?"

Calder nodded and tapped his nose. "Secret's safe with me, Galmar."

"Good. There's gold in it for you, boy. You're going a fair way to being as good a Housecarl as myself, one day."

"I'm sure I am," Calder replied with a grin. "Aren't you going to join her?"

"When my knees stop knocking," Galmar grunted.

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TBC

Galmar walked slowly up the stairs, in two minds about how he would break the news to his pregnant wife that she now had to mother an eight-year-old girl-child as well. He hoped Rozenn would be in a good mood tonight.

Rozenn was sound asleep, as it happened, lying in an awkward sideways position that he assumed had been intended as an alluring, come-hither pose. Galmar snorted lightly in amusement, and lifted his wife and placed her under the covers. Her eyes opened while he undressed, and when he turned back to the bed, he saw her smile warmly, and lick her lips invitingly.

"Missed you, husband," she purred like the Khajiit that got the cream, looking up and down his naked body.

Galmar grinned at her, and joined her in bed, giving her a lusty, if sloppy, kiss. "And I missed you, Breton."

"Let me show you how much I missed you," Rozenn murmured, peppering his face and chest with light kisses and nips.

Galmar groaned in response, then groaned in irritation. "No, wife, stop. I - we need to talk, first."

"Talk?" Rozenn whimpered, looking at him as though he'd suggested celibacy for life.

"Just for a bit, then I swear we'll fuck until neither of us can walk straight," he swore vehemently.

"But... Talk?"

"It's important. More than that, it's urgent. I don't want you to get any nasty surprises, come morning," Galmar muttered.

"Why? Did you make any other children cry while I was away?" Rozenn asked flippantly.

"You heard about that?" Galmar moaned, hiding his eyes behind his palm.

"All of Windhelm has heard of it, love. I trust you had good reason?" Rozenn asked quietly.

Galmar fell a bit more in love with her, at that. "Not really, as it turns out, but... I had been mislead about her ... situation by her father, and I chose not to ask any more closely than I had at the time... I believed her to be a liar..." Galmar trailed off. He sighed, and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I should begin at the beginning."

"Usually a good starting point, yes," Rozenn murmured, wrapping both arms around his brawny one, and leaning her forehead against his bicep.

And so Galmar kept his eyes on the fur throw and told the whole tale, from Wulfgar's lies upon enlisting, to the fate of Sofie's mother, including the battle that took so many lives, and the events of the day. He didn't spare any detail, even though he might have made his own actions look better than they had been. Rozenn would see through that, though, so he kept to the truth.

"And so I told her to come here. I promised her a warm bed, food in her belly, and..." Galmar trailed off again, unsure how to put to words what he could barely comprehend himself.

"And?" Rozenn prompted gently.

"And... Well... She needs someone to look after her, feed her, clothe her, tuck her in at night..." Galmar finished awkwardly.

"You adopted Sofie?" Rozenn asked softly.

Galmar nodded, avoiding looking at her face, he was afraid she wouldn't see what he saw in the brave little girl, or she wouldn't want the extra responsibilities he had just added to her life without consulting with her first.

"Do you think - Would she like me as her Mama?" Rozenn asked anxiously, digging her nails into his arm, in unthinking panic.

"Would you like that?" Galmar asked slowly.

He felt her nod against his arm. "I very much would."

Galmar smiled slowly, broadly. "Then I think she will, too."

The next morning, Galmar awoke early from another nightmare filled with faces of men and women he had sent to death in battle. Wulfgar had featured often, as had Sofie and Rozenn, although he knew intellectually that there was little in this world that would harm the Dragonborn - his nightmares weren't especially rational, anyway.

The sky outside was still dark, no light penetrated the curtains in their bedroom. Rozenn was curled up against him on her side, one leg hitched possessively over his thigh. He began stroking his fingers lightly through her hair, enjoying the quiet and calm of the early morning.

Idly he wondered how long would Rozenn remain in Windhelm this time; she had returned only recently from her long stay at the Mages' College in Winterhold, and almost immediately after furnishing the child's bedroom she had run off to Whiterun on some errand, and he had missed her company. She was a wonderfully warm presence in his bed, and, although he'd never admit it aloud, he enjoyed simply lying cuddled up with her as much as he enjoyed making love with her. He hoped she and Sofie would get on well in their new, unfamiliar familial roles.

Sofie. He snorted lightly in rueful amusement to think of how spiritedly she had argued with him, in the presence of her Jarl, fighting off her timidity to try to make a few coins. He really would have to make up to her for forcing her to lose face as she had. But his little Sofie was a strong one; he hoped his unborn child would have as much spirit as the girl-child did.

Galmar made love to Rozenn as the day broke, loving her long and languid and, frankly, loudly. Panting and gasping, they clung to one another as their racing heartbeats returned to normal.

"Good morning, wife," Galmar said quietly.

"Mmm. Good morning, my big Bear Man," Rozenn grinned.

"Good morning, My Thane," Calder called sarcastically from downstairs.

"You knew the risks when you chose the path of Housecarl, Calder," Rozenn called.

He made no audible response, but the smells of good cooking began to permeate the house.

"Do you want breakfast, or..." Galmar began to ask uneasily. He had visited Rozenn once during her stay in Winterhold, and the early mornings had not been pretty.

"I'll have some broth, or maybe some nice, fresh bread. I feel better nowadays than I did in Winterhold - you won't see my breakfast reappearing, don't worry," replied Rozenn with a cheeky smile.

They dressed quickly, she in blue and he in brown, and sat together at the long table, enjoying a light meal and chatting pleasantly about nothing of any importance. At one point, Calder caught Galmar's eye and nodded toward Rozenn's Enchanting and Alchemy lab, beside which was Sofie's bedroom. The little girl was up and awake, and staring at Rozenn with such a heartbreaking look of dismay on her features, that Galmar didn't know what to do.

"Sofie? Do you want some breakfast?" Galmar called out to her, beckoning with the hand not occupied with food.

"Oh, I ... Yes, thanks," the little girl replied, not taking her eyes off Rozenn's midriff, visibly pregnant under the dress she wore.

"Good morning, Sofie. My name is Rozenn," Rozenn stood, smoothing her dress with one hand and holding the other out towards the little girl. Sofie didn't take it.

Galmar didn't like that, or the brief look of hurt in his wife's eyes, quickly disguised by a too-bright smile.

"Sofie," he rumbled. "Greet my wife politely."

"It's alright, Galmar, she must be half-starved, poor thing," Rozenn said quickly.

"I... You have a baby in your belly," Sofie said flatly.

"Yes, that's right," Rozenn said, smiling and stroking her belly as she spoke. "It's not too obvious, though, is it? I haven't told Ulfric yet."

"I'll pack my things right away, it's just... I'm so hungry," Sofie said sadly.

"Why would you be packing your things, girl? You only arrived, and we're not moving out of Windhelm," Galmar said impatiently.

"But she has a baby in her belly. You don't need me. It's ok, Galmar, it's not the first time this has happened to me. Maybe I'll go to Honorhall in Riften. Aventus said Constance Michel is much nicer than Grelod the Kind, and that they think most of the kids'll get new homes now," Sofie said, matter-of-factly.

"Rozenn did not take you in off the street, girl. I did. And I knew my wife was with child when I took you in, because I did not take you in because I felt I needed a child, I took you in because I wanted to, and you are NOT GOING TO RIFTEN!" Galmar bellowed, standing up to unconsciously use his sheer size to emphasise his point.

Rozenn absently patted his arm while Sofie stared up at her new father with eyes like saucers.

"I think what he means, dear one," Rozenn said gently, "is that you are now a part of our family, and whether that family remains at three or increases to four, five or fifty, you are a part of it. Will you stay? Will you be my little girl?"

Sofie looked at Galmar, standing still and panting to control his temper. She looked at Rozenn, who had a hand wrapped around Galmar's wrist and the other resting on her belly, anxiety writ clear in both their faces. She looked at Calder, who was staring at Galmar inopen admiration. Sofie shrugged.

"Oh, very well, then. If you insist," she said with a smile.

"We do," Galmar, Rozenn and Calder chorused.

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FIN

This was adorable! Little Sofie is so cute. And the bit where she thought she was getting kicked out because Rozenn was pregnant was so sad. But yay Galmar saying otherwise and Rozenn for being so sweet about it all.

Galmar's going to be such an awesome dad. Although I pity poor Sofie's future boyfriends, you just know Galmar's going to be sitting there sharpening his battle-axe and talking pointedly about all the men he's killed while glaring at the poor boy Sofie's taken a shine to.

Thanks! Yeah, that bit was first in my head when plotting this fic - it was such a heartstring-tugger. But yeah, Galmar was never going to let her leave!

Definitely! I may just need to write a wee future!fic along that vein...

OMG, Galmar and Sofie are both so cute (and Rozenn too, of course). I agree with the other anon about Sofie's poor future boyfriends. Galmar sharpening his battleaxe in the corner would be enough to make even the toughest Nord warrior quail.

Also, BAHAHAHA I love Calder and his sarcasm.

Thanks! He really will!

Yeah, Calder has discovered that sarcasm is the best way to fight against Galmar and Rozenn's blatant disregard for anyone else under their roof ;)

Eira!anon has thoroughly enjoyed this fill! It was the sweetest! How can one not love Galmar when he’s like this! I think he’ll make a great father! And I agree with the anons above, this calls for a little glimpse into the future… what poor soul does little Sofie bring home? How does daddy Galmar react? And what will the boy think upon finding out Sofie’s mother is the Dragonborn? Eira and anon are eager for more ;)

Thank you! *blushes*

Galmar is the sort who wants to look after you even when you don't want him to - which Sofie is just learning!
That future!fic might just appear... in the future :P

Eira!anon cannot wait for that future ;)

And uhm, don't tell Rozenn but Galmar can look after me any time :P I would be a very happy anon indeed!

I'm not a fan of children or kidfic, but I am a fan of your Galmar the Grumpy Bear :) And just as he had his heart unexpectedly melted by Sofie, I have been pleasantly surprised to enjoy this story. Rozenn and Galmar are so adorable together.

Did you ever finish the story where Rozenn is trying to matchmake Ulfric? Delicious keeps playing up.

Thank you for such lovely feedback!

Galmar is *such* a Grumpy Bear :)

I've not finished Matchmaker yet, I have a definite plotline for it, but I was trying to fit in a few further misadventures with match!fails, and then RL kicked my ass... I know where it's going, just not quite sure how it's getting there.

I could not stop laughing when Galmar yelled "YOU ARE NOT GOING TO RIFTEN". Oh Galmar, just wait until she's sixteen.

Thanks A!A

Thank you, lovely Nonny!

Oh, he'll have his hands so full with her, it's not even funny. Or maybe it is...

THank you!

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