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Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [1/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 05:57 pm (UTC)The main hall and war room were slightly warmer than the upstairs, but not much. Ulfric rubbed his palms together and leaned over the map of Skyrim, but the little red and blue flags swam through his vision. He was still too tired to think about strategies. Instead, he moved to the main hall, picking out an apple and a piece of bread for breakfast. He took his place in the throne and ate, listening to the quiet murmur of his guards' gossip.
Ulfric had just began to relax, when the doors to the palace swung open, revealing an orc storming her way to his throne, many guards trailing behind her. Ulfric stood, anger rising in his chest. "Pigs are not allowed inside the-"
"There is a murderer in your city." she interrupted gruffly, "why have you done nothing to stop him?" Ulfric parted his lips , the urge to Shout rising in his throat. She raised a hand, meeting his eyes. A familiar glow radiated from them and he recognized her as the young orc from the execution cart a few months ago. "Do not turn this into a Shouting match, Ulfric." her gruff voice echoed throughout the hall.
"What do you know of Shouting, Pig?" Ulfric's eyes narrowed, his thick accent coming through in his anger. The orc gasped, her fist coming undone, going lax in her surprise. She hadn't expected Ulfric to ask if she was dragonborn yet. She looked away from Ulfric just long enough for him to give the guards a nonverbal signal to take her down.
She hit the floor solidly, six or seven men pinning her limbs and torso to the stone floor. "Are you claiming you don't have time because of your "war" efforts?" She shouted, struggling against the men, almost freeing herself. "What if the murderer kills someone dear to your soldiers? What if your soldiers lose the will to fight because their loved ones were murdered by A MAN YOU REFUSED TO PUNISH?" Ulfric sat back down, his anger beginning to diminish. He ordered her to be thrown in the barracks, he would deal with her later.
The commotion woke Galmar, who came from the upstairs, brandished sword in hand. "What's happening?" He asked, reaching Ulfric's side as the guards dragged the fighting orc away.
"Nothing," Ulfric answered, taking an angry bite from his apple. "Let's begin strategizing."
.
In the barracks, Baltruz Gra-Molag growled pointlessly, anger rising to unbelievable heights. Yeah, she had heard that Ulfric had a low tolerance for Khajit and Argonians, but Orsimer were technically mer, not beast. She screamed, punching the wall. "Called me a PIG!" Baltruz shouted. "Should have been taking care of his PEOPLE!" She screamed unintelligibly, the berserker rage filling her to the brim. Her vision turned red and she gripped the bars of the cell, breaking them with strength she didn't normally have. She plowed through the guards, making her way to the main hall, blind in her rage.
Spinning wildly, growls tearing from her throat, Baltruz found that Ulfric wasn't in his throne. She recognized in her power-drunk state that the berserker rage wasn't going to last long and grew desperate. She tore through the long tables and found her way into Ulfric's war room, targeting the tall nord as soon as the power began to dwindle. She fell to her knees, exhausted, before laying her hot cheek to the cold stone.
Ulfric and Galmar stared, bewildered, at the young orc woman who had just almost killed them. Quietly, the orc lifted her face and met Ulfric's eyes again. "I need... to join the... Stormcloaks."
Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [2/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 06:00 pm (UTC)The second mission was a little better, and the third even better. She rose through the ranks with ease, capturing the respect of Stormcloaks and Stormcloak supporters everywhere. Songs were written, rumors were started, hateful stares became adoring, and Baltraz learned from the soldiers. She learned to braid her hair, and use her shield as something more than a blunt object.
Shouts were used against enemies and while they were hunting. The nords loved and adored her, but Baltraz was beginning to feel squeamish about the abandonment of her people. Were they to be granted certain permissions they had been denied because of her success, or was she going to be the only one to receive such permissions? Baltraz had received the title of Stormblade and Ulfric had informed her that they were ready for the seizure of Fort Hraggstad.
Galmar had gone to bed long ago, leaving Baltraz and Ulfric in the war room alone. Baltraz still found ways to piss Ulfric off, ways he didn't know even existed, but something else was growing within him, a closeness that Ulfric didn't know how to handle. Initially, his plan was to use Baltraz to seize his rightful position as High King of Skyrim and then toss her aside, labeling her a criminal to be killed on sight. But recently, the sight of Baltraz was beginning to drive him crazy. The way she celebrated a victory by tapping her toes to a rhythm he had never heard, the small smile that graced her face as her arrow flew into the bull's-eye, her lower lip stretching against the tusks when she did smile, the way her strong fingers delicately painted on that strange design every morning.
Ulfric had his fair share of pretty women, and he loved bedding them, but had never... fallen in love with any of them. Which was a terrible notion to be entertaining. He wasn't falling in love with Baltraz, there was no way. She was a beast, nothing but a creature, a... a PIG! But at the same time, Ulfric had seen the way her eyes lingered on the orc strongholds, he had witnessed the inner workings of her mind, he had seen how hard she worked to not become the dragon tearing away inside her. ... And it had created a soft spot inside of him.
Baltraz was leaning against the table with her arms crossed. She was staring out the tall slender window, thinking thoughts that had nothing to do with Ulfric when he took a step closer to her. It brought her from her day dream, he was standing closer to her than he ever had before, and it was making her neck hair stand on end. She swallowed and opened her mouth. "I miss my stronghold." She said quietly, her brusque voice bounced off the walls. "Before we take Fort Hraggstad, I'd like to visit them." Ulfric took another step, making Baltraz un-cross her arms. She furrowed her brow. "Jarl Ulfric?" She asked, "Are you feeling okay?"
Ulfric pounced, his hard member pressing into Baltraz's upper thigh. She squirmed against him, resisting as he pressed his lips to hers. If I force it, then it won't mean anything, he told himself as he worked the familiar clasps and ties on her Stormcloak armor. It fell away, revealing all her curvaceous and muscular glory to him. He had never seen such creamy, olive-green skin and it mesmerized him. Pinning her wrists to the table, he moved down, taking a dark nipple in his mouth. Blatraz made a noise above him and moved to free her wrists. Ulfric sucked harder, rolling the nub between his teeth and lips and tongue. She continued to struggle half-heartedly. She was an Orc, Ulfric remembered, and if she didn't want this she could get out of it. But that was no good.
In his delirious moment, Ulfric switched his point of view. Beasts responded to carnal rewards better than monetary rewards. And Baltraz was definitely a beast. He was thanking her for all her hard work for his war effort. He let go of his wrists and moved to his knees, his mouth finding her musky sex through her undergarments. Baltraz cried out, her fingers finding purchase in his thick blonde hair.
Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [3/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 06:01 pm (UTC)Ulfric looked up at her from his spot on the floor. The lust clouding his eyes made it hard for Baltraz to find his true intentions. Ulfric stood, seemingly trying to find purchase in his lust driven state. "I am... thanking you." He said thickly, pressing his hard member against her again.
She moved away from him, putting distance between the two and replacing her undergarments. "I do not want it." She stated clearly, gathering her tunic and armor from the floor. "The honor of killing those Thalmor bastards is worth it."
"No." Ulfric answered, pulling his own tunic and trousers off and tucking away his loin cloth. "I'm not letting you leave me like this. I am the true High King of Skyrim and I deserve to reward you how I see fit." Ulfric pushed her against the wall, pinning her arms high above her head with one hand and tearing away her undergarments with another. He slid deeply inside her, causing her to cry out in distress as her hymen blood tricking down her thigh. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he whispered against her neck as he allowed her to adjust to his size. He began moving, and Baltraz, against her inner will, whimpered. The emotional dam all orcs had, had been broken. "Please," she begged "Please let me go. Do not sully me further."
Ulfric continued to move, against her will. "It
will feel good. Trust me. It will be fine." He licked his fingertips and pressed them against her magic little button. He found that, rubbing ever so gently caused her little whines of pain to be transformed into mewls of pleasure. He dropped her arms and she wrapped them around him, resting her head on the crook of his neck. Ulfric sucked at her chartreuse ears and neck. She was letting this happen, she was accepting his thanks.
He moved faster, picking up the pace and thrusting harder. Baltraz pressed her palms to the wall and bit her lip, trying to stop the keens of pleasure from escaping her throat. An unfamiliar warmth pooled in the lower part of her abdomen and she made another wanton noise. Ulfric came with a gasp inside of her and pulled away. His seed dripped from her, making lewd splatter noises against the stone floor.
Baltraz stood, breathless, staring at Ulfric, and he did the same. She caught her breath and gathered her things once more. Pulling the tunic over her head and the trousers up to her hips, she left without a single word.
Ulfric stood, catching his own breath as the morning light began filtering through the tall windows. He began dressing and exhaled slowly. He wasn't sure what he had just done, but as he picked up and folded the armor Baltraz left behind, he was sure of one thing. He would never be satisfied by a nord woman again.
The jarl found his way to the throne and sat, a hand over his eyes as the start of a headache pulsed against his brow. "Where is Baltraz?" Galmar asked, eying the pile of clothes in Ulfric's lap.
"Gone to see her stronghold." Ulfric answered. He wasn't sure if it was a lie or not, but knew that Baltraz might not be back.
***
The day arrived in which they would begin attacking Fort Hraggstad. Ulfric had heard whispers and rumors about the whereabouts of Baltraz, but serisouly doubted that she would come back. Galmar had asked him a dozen or so times to contact the orc, but Ulfric refused and refused again.
The map of their current location lay spread out on the table in front of Galmar and Ulfric has they reviewed their strategies. "And this troop will move left, and then that leaves this one to move forward and take some ground within the actual fort."
Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [4/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 06:03 pm (UTC)Ulfric opened the tent flaps and stopped dead in his tracks. Baltraz was there, looking as triumphant and confident as always. A smile began to slide across Ulfric's face before he could do anything about it. With Baltraz on their side once again, there would be no stopping them. Baltraz approached him, staring fixedly past his shoulder. "I am ready." She said, her gruff voice music to Ulfric's ears.
He stared at her, she had a black eye and looked a little worse for the wear, but if she said she was ready then... He clapped a hand over her shoulder, causing a wince to explode across her face. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. "What's the plan?" He briefed her shortly, making sure she understood the plan, before they moved out.
He tried to keep an eye on Baltraz as she moved about the battle field, blowing through Imperials and Shouting. He had never seen her battle before and it was quite breathtaking to witness. Eventually, most of the Imperials lay dead or wounded, some were running, but Stormcloaks with bows were picking them off one by one.
Ulfric stared around to see any sign of Baltraz and finally found her stuggling to get up from the ground. Her arms were trembling as she pushed herself up, but to no avail, she fell and closed her eyes, resting her head on the dirt. "Medic over here!" Ulfric shouted, jogging towards the fallen orc. The medic followed him, supplies and restoration magik at the ready. Ulfric removed the heavy armor from her back and cut away her tunic, ready to see the damage. As the cloth fell away from her skin, Ulfric went numb.
There on her back was raised green skin, bleeding and stinging from her sweat and exertion. He dropped the dagger in surprise and moved out of the way of the Medic, unable to keep his eyes off the whip marks. She had gone to see her stronghold and this is what they did to her? Anger bubbled up from his stomach and he threw his head back Shouting into the sky.
As the healing magik touched Boltraz, she winced and tried to move away from the help. "Malacath would be unpleased," she whispered. The medic shushed her and, as he continued his ministrations, Baltraz's eyes slipped close.
.
"Now," the medic said as he laid out a few potions of varying color and size. "restoration magik can only do so much. If you strain yourself, the wounds will open again. And we don't want that." Boltraz made a small noise in the back of her throat in response. Her eyes followed a hawk's movements outside the window. The cavalier attitude towards her wounds was making Ulfric angry again. He would have never let her go into battle had he known her condition.
As soon as the Medic left, he stepped into the room, watching her silently as she stared out the window. "Why would they have done something like that to you?" He asked curtly, discourteously. "Why would you go back if you knew that was something they might do?"
Re: Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [4/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 06:10 pm (UTC)Ulfric stared, dumbstruck. The orcs really were beasts. Boltraz swallowed again and reached for the water the Medic had left. But why was Boltraz different? Had she been assimilated due to the years of living with nord men? Ulfric stepped closer and Boltraz's head spun around to look at him as she remembered what had happened last time. Another step and she put up a hand. Delicate nails decorated each fingertip, making her seem more feminine than Ulfric had ever thought. "Please, no. Not again."
Ulfric was determined to right his wrong. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and then to each of her tusks, finally besetting a considerate kiss to her lips. Slowly, he moved his hands down the length of her torso, pushing her trousers off her hips. "It won't be like last time." He assured her, and she nodded, finally relenting to his wishes.
Ulfric undressed Boltraz with careful consideration, touching her in all the right places as he did so. Soft noises accompanied with little pants escaped her mouth. Ulfric smiled. This time, he wasn't forcing it or thanking her. He was showing her that a little bit of intimacy could go a long way and wouldn't always end in shame, disgrace, or pain. As he undressed and led his member into her throbbing sex, he was showing her what he thought could have never happened, already had.
Ulfric was showing Boltraz that he loved her.
Re: Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [4/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 06:18 pm (UTC)Tags
char:ulfric_stormcloak
char:F!PC
kink:non_con
es:skyrim
(please tell me I'm doing everything right here. It's my first fill.)
Re: Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [4/?]
Date: 2014-03-27 08:09 pm (UTC)Just saying they are twins so counts as one husband with double benefits.
Re: Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [4/?]
Date: 2014-03-30 02:20 am (UTC)A!A here.
Date: 2014-04-04 10:34 pm (UTC)---
Summary: Ulfric has assumed his rightful title as High King of Skyrim, and has taken up shelter in the Blue Palace. Boltraz, having been scorned from her stronghold, is also living in the Blue Palace. Finally, Ulfric works up the nerve to show Boltraz his Amulet of Mara, but something always goes awry when he starts to actually show it to her.
Tags:
Char:Ulfric_Stormcloak
Kink:fluff
Epilouge [1/5]
Date: 2014-04-04 10:38 pm (UTC).
High King Ulfric watched from the doorway as Boltraz's fingers moved meticulously through her thick hair. In her frustration, her nose crinkled on the end and one corner of her mouth turned upward in a snarl. She had recently committed to wearing her hair longer, but now that it hung in her face, she was getting tired of it. Ulfric had taught her how to braid it as a compromise but Boltraz wasn't used to the concept of fashion.
He looked down at the amulet in his hand and tightened his fingers around it. It was a big step in their relationship, but he felt that they were ready. She had practically won the war for him, and he had tried to reconcile the way he treated her near the end. Boltraz said that she had forgiven him, but sometimes, Ulfric wasn't so sure. This will be the tell-all, he thought, If she says yes, then she really has forgiven me.
Boltraz stood suddenly, and Ulfric hid the amulet in the inside pocket of his robes. As she growled and reached for the dagger, Ulfric's hand caught her wrist. He shook his head solemnly, and smiled at her. Tutting, he reminded her "Practice makes perfect," and she ripped her arm from his hold.
"I'm going crazy." She snarled, throwing herself into the chair once more. Ulfric took her hair in his hands and began the familiar steps of braiding. "I'm not meant to stay cooped-up like this." She turned her head to look out the window and Ulfric moved it back. "I miss the battlefield..."
He hesitated. That was another thing that set him on edge about showing her the amulet. She yearned with all of her heart to return to war while most of Ulfric's men were still having nightmares. Did it not bother her to kill the other men, to see her comrades fall at her feet? But he knew this was just another cultural difference they would have to overcome. Ulfric took a deep breath and reached for the amulet in his pocket, but Boltraz took his hand in hers and turned to stare up at him. Ulfric stilled, it wasn't often he looked down at Boltraz, and he did like to every once in a while. She smiled sadly at him and rubbed the inside of his wrist with her thumb for a moment. Ulfric was dying to know what she was thinking, but when her mouth opened, she quickly closed it and turned back around. Ulfric finished the braid and secured it with a piece of leather. "Boltraz, I-"
The courier ran in breathless and thrust a sealed letter into Boltraz's hands. "It's a letter. Not sure who from. Said he was a friend of yours." Ulfric turned and looked at the courier with a pseudo death glare. The young man turned and began running again.
"Boltraz," She read aloud, "You caused a bit of stir in Solitude when you demonstrated the power of your Thu'um. Not everyone is anxious for the return of the Dragonborn. I for one desire to see you grow and develop your talents. Skyrim needs a true hero these days." Ulfric looked at Boltraz and saw the excitement in her eyes. He'd never seen her receive a letter like this, but it was clear she'd seen them before, and awaited their arrival. "You should turn your attention to Volskygge. I understand it holds a mysterious source of power that can only be unlocked by the Dragonborn. Sincerely, A Friend." Boltraz stood, knocking over the chair and moving quickly across the room to her wardrobe.
She whipped her dress off over her head and replaced it with the layers she wore under her armor. "Wait." Ulfric said as she motioned for him to tie the straps at the sides of her banded Iron Armor. "How do you know this isn't a trap?" He asked, and Boltraz laughed.
Epilouge [2/5]
Date: 2014-04-04 10:39 pm (UTC)Ulfric pulled a face and began tying her pieces of armor together. "Be back soon, Boltraz." Ulfric said, helping her pack potions and weapons into a knapsack. Boltraz nodded, excitement filling her golden eyes, and ran out the door.
Ulfric stood the chair up and sat down in it, fishing the amulet out of his pocket and staring down at it. The filiment stared back up, mocking him. He tightened his hold on it again and the chain broke. Ulfric cursed and tucked it back into his pocket. He'd have to get it fixed before she returned.
The blacksmith expressed his gratitude when Ulfric handed him the amulet and asked for it to be fixed. "Since the war's ended, I haven't got much work." The man took the jewlery and smiled down at it knowingly. "You gonna propose to Boltraz?"
Ulfric, who had been watching a hawk circle them, looked down out of the corner of his eye at the blacksmith. "Perhaps." He answered, and then added under his breath, "If I could get her alone for once."
The blacksmith snickered and took a pair of small pliers, shaping the new circle of metal to match the others. "Took me half a year to work up the courage to show my amulet to Sera. I'm sure you'll do it soon."
"Hn." Ulfric turned to look back up at the hawk but it was already gone. "It's not courage that's the problem." He looked down at the people moving around on the streets. "I literally can't get her alone."
The blacksmith nodded and dunked the necklace in the water troth. "I just saw her run past a little while ago. I think you missed your window again."
Taking the necklace from the blacksmith, Ulfric sighed heavily. "Yes. She got some letter about a word of power and was off before I could even get a word in myself."
The blacksmith rubbed a speck of dirt off of his grinder and rested his head in his hands. "Are you worried about the children?"
"The children?" Ulfric turned and looked at the blacksmith, confusion apparent on his face. "What do you mean?"
"They'll take after the mother. You'll have four or five orc children running around making a mess." The blacksmith smiled cruelly at Ulfric. "You got yourself in a real mess now."
Ulfric turned and looked solidly at the Blacksmith. "Be careful what you say, Gery." Putting the amulet back in his pocket, Ulfric left the small pavilion and headed back to the Blue Palace.
Epilouge [3/5]
Date: 2014-04-04 10:41 pm (UTC)While Ulfric and Boltraz hadn't necessarily been sleeping in the same bed, Ulfric often woke in the middle of the night to find her . As far as the public was concerned, no, they weren't sleeping in the same bed, but on those nights they did little sleeping. The room felt empty and quiet without her loud snoring or sleep heat radiating off of her, and, ironically, Ulfric was having some difficulty getting to sleep without her there to keep him awake. He had managed to fall asleep that night though. Whether it was exhaustion, or just that he had gotten used to Boltraz's absence he didn't know, Ulfric was just happy to get some sleep.
That night he dreamt Boltraz had come home and was crawling suggestively into his bed. However, she smiled, and it was crooked, something was off. "Sorry." She muttered, pressing a hand to the side of Ulfric's face. "I didn't mean to wake you."
Ulfric stared, he was awake? He was. He sat up quickly and glanced over at her dresser. She hadn't yet seen the amulet, had she? "Boltraz-"
She shushed him and cajoled him into laying back down. She pressed a kiss to his bearded face. "It's been too long."
Still, Ulfric persisted. He sat up and looked at her hard. "How was Volskygge?"
Boltraz sighed, "Eventful." she answered, letting a hand snake underneath his loincloth.
She took hold of his steadily rising member and squeezed lightly. He groaned in the back of his throat and wrapped a hand around her upper arm. "Was there a Word of Power?"
"Ulfric?" Boltraz persuaded him to lay back down and untied his loincloth, her hands roaming his hard body. She came to straddle him and Ulfric realized that she was already naked herself. "You're talking too much."
Ulfric nodded and let his hands find her hips. His fingertips pressed into her wide hips, coaxing her to grind against him. Finally she relented, her warm sex sliding against his own. He moaned and took hold of one of her breasts, pressing his fingertips against her nipples. His other hand trailed down her side and front, it's fingertips dipping into her navel. She sighed and closed her eyes as she directed Ulfric's member into her wet sex. Grinding against him, Ulfric let out a series of moans and grunts that made waves of pleasure roll through her lower half.
Ulfric sat up, realizing that she must be tired after her adventure at Volskygge, and laid her down on her back. He rutted against her, forcing high pitched grunts from her throat, and then slowed down to an agonizing pace. Boltraz keened and arched her back to make her chest meet Ulfric's. "Please." she begged, and Ulfric sped up again. He lowed his hand to her sex and pressed his thumb against her clitoris, rubbing slow circles into it. She cried out as she climaxed, her voice echoing off the stone walls. Ulfric came a second later, breathing heavy against her skin. They lay still for a moment before Ulfric sat up, smiling down at Boltraz, but she was already asleep.
Epilouge [4/5]
Date: 2014-04-04 10:42 pm (UTC)For Ulfric, daylight came too quickly. He groaned and furrowed his eyebrows, feeling as though he drank too much mead the previous night, but as Boltraz hissed somewhere beyond his vision, it all came back to him along with a raging erection. He sat up and squinted against the sunlight, looking for Boltraz. She was sitting in front of the vanity, her braid matted with stray strands flying every which way. She hissed again and Ulfric stood, approaching her. He was ready for another go, but as her reflection came into view, worry replaced his lust. One of her eyes was swollen and black, a bottom tusk was chipped and she was prodding her broken and bleeding nose with a fingertip. "What happened?" He asked, worried, but trying not to sound so. He knew how she felt about healing magik, but surely she'd make an exception for a broken nose.
"It was a dragon priest." She answered. "He was guarding the word wall and I didn't see him until it was too late." She touched her nose, a hiss escaping her mouth again.
Ulfric stood by awkwardly, wanting to help, but not knowing how to approach her. "I thought they mostly used magik." Looking around, he did in fact, see a lot of burnt clothes and charred armor.
"They do. And this one did. Most of the damage came from afterward. I slipped and tumbled halfway down the mountain."
Another hiss and Ulfric's stomach dropped. "By Talos... Did I hurt you last night?"
Boltraz laughed and stood. "No! Not at all. I was watching out for you." She smiled and Ulfric noticed more than a tusk had been chipped. He grimaced. "It was a healthy distraction. Really! I would have waited until morning to find you if I was worried about it." She took Ulfric's hand and lifted it to her mouth kissing the knuckles one-by-one.
They stood like that for a moment, Boltraz's bloodied lips kissing his knuckles, Ulfric's green eyes staring into her golden orbs. "Boltraz." He said finally. "I have something to show you."
She dropped his hand and looked down at her bare feet. "I know." She said quietly. "And I don't want it."
Ulfric stood dumbstruck. It wasn't often that he was at a loss of words but... "Wh- What?"
Boltraz closed her eyes and turned away from him, crossing her arms. "I won't marry you."
Ulfric took a step forward, feeling like a child whose mother was disappointed in him. How was Boltraz able to make him feel things he hadn't felt in the better part of two decades? "Is this because I..." He didn't want to say it. He couldn't. "So, you haven't forgiven me?"
Epilouge [5/5]
Date: 2014-04-04 10:46 pm (UTC)Ulfric furrowed his brow, anger rising up from somewhere behind his lungs. "Like what?" He snapped, "I can give you anything you need or wa-"
"Children." She cut him off. "I want children. And not just one. I want three or four of them. Maybe more." Ulfric was feeling numb. Did she think he was infertile? Or was it something else..? "I wouldn't want to do that to you."
"I can give you children." He stated plainly. Part of him felt desperate to keep her, another part felt so very stupid for letting it show like this. "I can give you as many children as you want."
"Don't play coy with me." Boltraz said, her accent growing heavy in her anger. "I know that it's only by some fluke you want to marry me. You wouldn't give any other orsimer a second glance."
"I wouldn't give any other woman a second glance." Their voices were raising, at this rate, the whole court would be able to hear them. "Orc, Elf, Nord, Breton, Redguard, Khajit or Argonian!"
Boltraz turned, rage filling her own eyes. "If you give me all the children I want, it'd be like you were chief of your own stronghold! Do you want that?!"
Ulfric swept the amulet off of the dresser and pressed it to her bare chest over her heart. He saw the grimace of pain and knew he was pressing too hard, but he was trembling like he never had before and didn't know how to control it. "I want anything you want."
Boltraz stared down at him, her gaze cold yet, confused. Gently, she reached up to meet his hands and pried the amulet off of her skin. Ulfric's eyes flickered down and he quickly looked away when he saw that the filament had left an imprint on her skin. "Ulfric, please," Boltraz started, placing her hand on Ulfric's cheek. "I don't want you to... To feel as though you have to do this. You don't."
Ulfric lifted his hand and trapped the amulet between his palm and the back of Boltraz's hand. "I want to. Please. Marry me."
Boltraz sighed and pressed her forehead against Ulfric's. A smile adorning her weary features. "Of course, love."
.
"Mother, one of the other children told us that daddy used to be a bad man, and that he hated orcs."
"He wasn't bad, little warrior, just misguided."
"Well, how come you fell in love with him?"
"Because he's a good man that promised to always take care of me."
"And me!"
"And me!"
"Me too!"
Re: Epilouge [5/5]
Date: 2014-04-07 01:39 pm (UTC)A!A Finds a mistake!
Date: 2014-04-10 08:32 pm (UTC)