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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 8a
Date: 2014-06-25 03:32 am (UTC)Jaenna was true to her word. She began in the south, eliminating the Imperial Legion camps. These men and women had once been her allies. Now, in her eyes, they were nothing but traitors. No one had come to rescue her in Windhelm. None had voiced opposition to how Tullius had treated her. No one had warned her how the high-ranking Legion members despised her. Whether it was fair or not, Jaenna judged them all the same.
As she travelled back north and east, she encountered soldiers returning to the capital. They’d abandoned their camps upon receiving word of the dragonborn’s intentions. Jaenna took to waiting patiently for the squadrons to march by on their way back to Solitude. When they did, they fell right into her hands.
Once the stream of retreating soldiers stopped coming to Solitude, Jaenna headed east. She circled south of Whiterun, and then travelled north again. As she eradicated what remained of the Imperial Legion camps, she thought there was one person missing in all this mess: Legate Rikke. It bothered Jaenna. Not only that, but she found more Imperial Legion camps abandoned than she’d anticipated. Perhaps, under the Legate’s direction, they’d fled east instead, to throw the dragonborn off?
The heavens over Skyrim remained dark and moody as the days slid past. The air had a cold bite to it, suiting Jaenna’s mood perfectly. She couldn’t understand the heaviness weighing down on her heart.
As she travelled and dispatched death, Jaenna was supposed to feel good about it. She was the dragonborn! No one betrayed her and lived. No one would ever betray her again. All would fear her!
But the human part within Jaenna quailed. It was easy to ensure no one would betray her again. All she had to do was never give anyone the opportunity. That seemed a lonely life for someone who was still part human… even if that part of her diminished every time she plunged her blade into the heart of someone she’d once considered her comrade.
It was best to listen to the dragon within her and to close her heart. Best to appreciate the anger and fear her presence instilled. Anger and fear were always better than pity.
She always got a bad taste in her mouth whenever people directed their pity at her. Her first lover in Riften had pitied her, of all things. When she’d left Riften for Solitude, to study at the Bard’s College, he’d promised to wait for her.
He’d lied. When Jaenna returned, decked out in Imperial Legion regalia as part of a new Riften detachment, she’d discovered that the young man couldn’t even wait four months. She’d found him in the market, walking hand in hand with a flighty girl with soft hands and a soft voice. He’d blushed and apologized to Jaenna. Ranted on about how he’d found true love with this new girl, how this new girl appreciated him and asked for his help and his advice. She made him feel valued, in a way Jaenna had never done.
He’d apologized so profusely, but he hadn’t been sorry at all.
It didn’t matter, though. As if that miserable whelp could ever hurt her feelings! So what if he didn’t like her? She wasn’t about to degrade herself into asking a man to help her with every little thing as if she were weak and fragile and incapable. She wouldn’t feign incompetence and insecurity just to make him feel good about himself. How ludicrous.
The rejection still stung, even if the draconic part of Jaenna refused to admit that. Back then, she’d had even less control over the dragon’s sense of revenge. The young man was lucky Jaenna didn’t think he was worth her time.
Even then, she wondered how much of that small betrayal had coloured her future relationships. Jaenna had to admit she’d been hard on the people around her. She always showed her worst side first –stubborn, argumentative, unyielding. She figured that if people couldn’t get past that right away, they wouldn’t stick around for the long haul.