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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 3b
Date: 2014-05-03 09:27 pm (UTC)The servant paused in tidying up her room. “Most beauteous dragonborn,” he drawled, “I have already anticipated the need to adorn your lovely honey-coloured hair.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two barrettes, dainty silver things with amethysts on the tops.
Jaenna grinned at the old Nord. He had a crooked nose – it must have been broken three times – and silvery hair. There was a sharpness in that gaze. He was at least as intelligent as he was unflappable.
“I suppose you just magically had these lying around somewhere for me?” she said.
“The Jarl said any needs you have should be attended too,” was the servant’s reply.
“Hm. Except to give back my sword.” She put out her hand and Hrothar handed her the barrettes. They were long and thin. No doubt they would make excellent lock picks. Actually, they’d make perfect lock picks.
Jaenna frowned. Interesting.
***
Again, after midnight was Jaenna’s hour of choice. She undressed and drank the second of her three invisibility potions and slipped out of her room. When it came time to cross the main hall back towards the barracks and the dungeons, she moved low to the floor. No one noticed the flicker of thin silver barrettes as she slipped by, keeping to the shadows as best she could.
The barracks was full of sleeping soldiers. Their snoring disguised the sounds of Jaenna picking the lock to the chest she presumed stored all the belongings of prisoners. It creaked open. She paused. No one stirred.
Poking around in the darkness, she found nothing familiar. She scowled. Old, rusty blades, daggers, stolen necklaces and other silly trinkets. But not her sword.
Angry, Jaenna left the barracks as quietly as she’d come.
***
Jaenna found the Jarl the next morning. He was seated on his throne, speaking with the fierce-looking Galmar. The housecarl did not seem too impressed to see her. He moved off to stand nearby with his arms crossed as the dragonborn approached the Jarl.
“Come to discuss the terms of me returning your weapon?” Ulfric said by way of greeting. He glanced at her, the corner of his lips quirking. At her lack of response, he shrugged and looked away. “Mind you, I am not sure where I put it after I moved it out of that chest in the barracks. I had forgotten about it until you reminded me yesterday, you see.”
Jaenna bristled, but she felt a smirk crawling across her own lips. She looked him up and down, wondering how much he knew. What he guessed. Her smirk grew. Did he wonder if she’d seen him in his bed… and when he got out?
Her brain stuck on that thought. She shook her head and managed to reply. “How about you give me my sword,” she said, “and I promise only to threaten you? You’d be a self-sacrificing hero.”
Ulfric snorted. “You will have to try harder than that.”
“It would be maintaining the status quo,” Jaenna protested.
“Exactly. Except you would also have the bonus of your treasured sword back.” He stretched out his legs and reclined on the throne. “I do not see how I would benefit from such a deal.”
“Fine,” Jaenna said. “We’ll speak again when… the terms have changed.” She smirked and turned away, marching back to her own quarters. She heard Galmar grumbling about her as she went, and the Jarl’s dry chuckle.
“Dragonborn,” he called to her. “Did you hear word from the soldiers that someone spotted a dragon north of Windhelm?”
“Oh, did they?” she said over her shoulder. She turned and levelled a glare at him. “Too bad I don’t have a bloody sword and I’m not free to leave the Palace of the Kings.” Her eyes flamed at the reminder of her pride-induced imprisonment. “Besides, I’m through with helping people. Deal with the damned beast yourself!” With a final snarl, she left the main hall and headed for her room, the only place in this palace where she didn’t have to deal with people.
***