His Queen. (DBxU story)
Ulfric sat on his throne in the Blue Palace. The Empire was growing stronger with him as High-King. There was barely any need for the Dragonborn anymore, but she stayed with the other Stormcloaks. Atropa wore her Stormcloak armor all the time, to show Ulfric she was still faithful to his army, and he liked her for that. Her loyalty to him was incredible, and she was loved through out the Province of Skyrim.
She walked around the palace, looking around at her new surrondings, brushings her fingers aganist the rock of the Palace's walls. He watched do this every day. It made him feel nostalgic.
Ulfric got up off the throne, and walked to his bedroom. He flopped on his bed, and began to ponder his thoughts. He suddenly began realize what he wanted. He wanted a queen, someone to rule with him, to help him solve the Empire's problems when they happen, to stand by his side. He sat up, running his hand through his wheat-blonde hair. He thought and thought about this, and looked at wall. His eyes grew round when a fact was dawned upon him. Atropa loved him, she was wrapped around his fingers, and he didn't know it until know.
Ugh, this chapter looks so little. There will be more. Trust me.
Love,
Chainsaww
