Jessica passed through the gates of Windhelm, ignoring the stares of the guards as she passed. Her shiny, black leather boots went up to her thigh, clinging against the gentle curve of her lissome half-elven leg; her fur cape flowed dramatically in the snowy wind, it's front ending in bear paws that crossed around her slim shoulders. She had the athletic body of her Bosmer mother, but also the strength of her imperial father. Faint patches of spotted hair grew from behind her ears down to her neck, showing of her khajiiti ancestry. Her hair looked as though it was on fire, streaks of red and orange cutting through her thick, wavy tresses. Her eyes burned with green light, full of wisdom and intelligence and heroic wizard magic.
Two drunken nords accosted a dunmer peasant to her right; their breath clouding the air in front of them from the cold.
"You come here where you're not wanted," The leader growled, "You eat our food, you pollute our city with your stink and you refuse to help the Stormcloaks."
The Dunmeri stepped back. "But we haven't taken a side because it's not our fight!"
"Hold up there, nord"
Jessica strode confidently into the heated arguments, hands on her slender hips as she stared down the drunkard.
"I don't like my first impressions of this city to be a drunkard insulting a woman's honor."
The two glared at each other, before the drunk's friend nudged him in the shoulder.
"That elf bitch means business. Let's go."
"That's elf lady to you." Jessica's smoldering eyes were like hot fire burning into the nord. "You should be lucky I have an appointment with your king, or else I might have to make an example of you here. Or should I call upon Lord Ulfric to do so?"
The two drunks looked at each other fearfully, stepping back from the angry girl.
"Look, look, I'm sorry. We'll just – we'll be going now." The leader pulled his friend away with him, and they both disappeared down the winding alleyways of Windhelm.
The dark elf lady smiled at her savior. Jessica smiled warmly at her.
"I must be off now, ma'am. I've got a king to see."
Jessica stepped through the threshold of Candlehearth Hall, the oldest castle in Windhelm and the current throne Ulfric Stormcloak sat upon. The true king of Skyrim sat there now, relaxed and as regal as ever. Jessica bowed gracefully at the steps to his seat, her ebony hair falling in her face as she did. The handsome nord chuckled warmly and brushed her hair away from her face.
"It is good to see you again, my king."
"Please dear, you may call me Ulfric if you so wish."
"But my lord," Jessica's heart fluttered, "I can see you as nothing less than my king, I-"
"Shh," Ulfric pressed a rough, manly finger to her delicate pink lips. Standing up, he led the girl over to someplace less open.
Jessica clung to her king, feeling his muscular arms throbbing under his kingly clothes. Ulfric had taken a liking to her ever since she freed him at the dragon attack at Helgen, killing the dragon in a moment of unleashed fury. He was both intrigued and fearful of her power at first, but in time he decided to use it to his advantage. He didn't count on the half-elf-quarter-khajiit to start charming him with her own wiles, however.
"Jessica," Ulfric began, cupping the girl's dainty face in his hand. "We need to keep a low profile now. My men are getting suspicious – they see your ears and fur, and I can only make so many excuses before they find out the truth…"
Jessica frowned. "Why do you let your close-minded, ignorant, unknowledgeable advisors dictate everything you do? Why can't you let them see you for the gentle soul you are, tortured by having to hold up your people's racist standards and archaic beliefs?"
"If I could stop this war I could, but you know I can't because of my reasons."
The girl in his arms was so cute when she was angry. Her eyes flashed a murderous purple, betraying the cute pout she put on for him. The Stormcloak held her tighter, his face close to hers.
"Everything will be alright in time. We just need to be careful, and patient."
"I'm tired of being patient," Jessica's blue eyes stared straight into his. "I wanted to escape this place. I want to marry you and go back to my homeland of Argonia; you'd love it there! There's absolutely no snow."
"I wish I could my beloved." Ulfric's eyes were brimming with sadness droplets. The two stood there for long hours, fused together in passion.
Galmar Stone-fist stood in the doorway, coughing politely to grab their attention. Jessica motioned for him to approach. Nervously, Galmar approached. Ulfric's arm curled around the small of his housecarl's back, pulling him into the shared embrace. Jessica grabbed onto Galmar in turn, smiling as her two beaus locked lips in front of her. They were the perfect couple plus one, and no civil war in Tamriel could pull them apart.