"As a general rule, I will remember that I am not the Evil Overlord, and should not indulge in behavior that will confuse my subjects on this point."
"M'lord, a question, if I may ask?"
"You may."
"You've been High King for nearly a week now, do you have anything you wish to do? Pertaining to Skyrim, mostly."
That was actually a good question his advisor had asked him. Cullen could not think of anything noteworthy he'd like to do. Sure, he could order some people around or, perhaps even stomp out the remnants of the Stormcloak rebellion but...he just wanted to relax. He had been doing a lot of work over the past year, and the reward for it all was becoming High King. Slaying Alduin (albeit temporarily), defeating Miraak, and stomping all over Harkon was tiring work, and add to that the fact that he thankfully intervened and put an end to the Civil War. Which would mean that now he could sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Until the Thalmor start rallying their troops to go to war. That...that would stop all fun dead in its tracks.
"Well, how are things going in Windhelm?" He'd ask.
"Repairs to Windhelm are coming along nicely. The new Jarl is doing his part, as expected."
"Brunwulf? He seemed like an okay old man. I just hope he fixes that Gray Quarter, those Dunmer deserve better than that."
"I can make sure he hears your concern, if you'd like."
"No, he'll do it on his own accord. We've got more important things to worry about." Cullen would say, moving on to the next subject. "I've heard that there have been 'requests' for my assistance in matters. I'd like to hear them."
"Of course. Well, the first matter was from here in Whiterun. Apparently someone wants you to take care of some nearby bandits."
"Sounds tedious, I'll do it. Next item?"
"Well, there are the marriage proposals..."
"No. To all of them. Next."
"Jarl Elisif of Solitude would like an audience with you. And, believe it or not, so does Ambassador Elenwen."
Funny, he hadn't expected the last one. Oh sure, Elisif probably just wanted his help with something political or the like, but the last person he thought would want to speak to him would be Elenwen. He was curious, just what was she aiming at? There was no way she believed he'd sit and do peace talks...right? He had given her all the signs that wasn't the case. Crashing her party, kicking her out of a meeting, calling her an 'Elven she-beast'. If anything, she must've wanted to kill him by now, hence this request.
"Tell Elisif I'll see her soon. The same with the Ambassador."
"Are you sure?"
"Um...yeah?"
"But, what if she tries something? Surely you can't believe that she'd-"
"I'm pretty sure I can handle it." Cullen interrupted. "They're just a bunch of mages. I've killed bunches of mages before. I'll go, but just so you don't worry too much, I'll take a few friends with me."
"Good idea." The advisor would say, nodding in approval. "Now, on to the Stormcloak prisoners. How do you want to handle them?"
"Tell them to either go back to their old lives or become guards or soldiers. Any who refuse shall stay locked away until they compromise. I think I'm doing pretty good so far."
"So far. Now, last matter involves the holds and how to govern them. How do you-"
"Simple." Cullen would yet again interrupt. "Let the Jarls govern themselves. If they have problems, they know where to find me...most of the time. Being High King does not mean I will give up my life as an adventurer, it just means I'll be doing less of it. Oh! While we're on the matter, I actually came up with something productive to do as High King."
"Yes, and it is?"
"Remove that scum Maven from the position of Jarl. Put Mjoll in the big seat, and I believe Riften will be better for it. Unless people start getting clever, in which case I'll personally ride down there and fix it up myself. Of course, I won't outright slaughter anyone...unless I have reason to."
"Good idea m'lord, anything else?"
"Siddgeir, Jarl of Falkreath? Yeah, remove him too. Put his steward in charge, and if anyone has a problem they can take it up with me."
"Yes sir."
"See? I'm being productive, and in a good way. What if I was a bad guy from a book? I would not be answering these questions, I'm pretty sure I'd be trying to go to war! But seriously, what harm could being an evil High King do to me? Execution? Imprisonment? A steamy affair with a Daedric Prince!?"
"...It will make no one like you."
"Good point. Well, this conversation was fun." He'd say, standing up out of his chair in order to stretch. "But those bandits won't kill themselves. I'll see you sometime later this afternoon, you're welcome to stay here if you'd like. Breezehome is your home."
"Thank you, sir." The advisor would say, Cullen waving before leaving to handle the group of bandits. He would look around the small house and take in the simplistic style of it all. It was is if, while he had the option to live like a king, Cullen simply settled for a commoners' house. 'More cozy' He'd say, whatever that meant.
"An Interesting choice for High King."