We drink to our youth, and the days come and gone, For the age of oppression is now nearly done.
We'll drive out the empire from this land that we own. With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home.
All hail to Ulfric you are the high king, it is in your great honor we drink and we sing.
We're the children of Skyrim and we fight all our lives and when Sovengard beckons everyone of us dies.
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean from the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams...
The Temple of Mara was glowing with her ever radiating beauty. Her dress making any man jealous. Ah yes, the bride of a true Nord. She stared into her loves eyes. They would soon be bonded together through the bliss that is marriage. Though she was no Nord she had the heart of one, and the spirit of one.
"It was Mara that first gave birth to all of creation and pledged to watch over us as her children. It is from her love of us... that we first learn to love one another. It is from this love that a life lived alone is no life at all." Maramal looked at me with a soft smile. " We are gathered today, under Mara's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship. …. May they journey forth together in this life and the next, in prosperity and poverty, and in joy and hardship." He looked over at my stunning groom. The true high king of Skyrim. "Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?"
"I do... Now and forever..." He said in his deep voice. He looked at me with his looks of love and I smiled. Maramal looked at me.
"Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever." The room turned into its thick miasma as my throat felt the pressure of love. I couldn't speak to tell my love what I feel. Now and forever.
"I-I-..." The thick fog covered the room quickly. It was black. I could only hear my name ring in the blackness.
Rozenn...
Rozenn...
Rozenn...
Rozenn...
"Rozenn... Rozenn wake up." I woke up with a slight startle at Galmar shaking my shoulder lightly. My appearance in my ragged looking night clothes made me slightly embarrassed. "Rozenn. Jarl Ulfric's waiting for you." He exited my room promptly with a slight bow for courtesy. I reluctantly got dressed.
I walked into the throne room with the polished target of my affections posed casually with his head on his fist. He pretended to listen to the guards complaining .
"Jarl, this man is a danger to society and a criminal." I stood on the side lines listening in. Jarl Ulfric unaware of my presence.
"What did he do?"
"This man though he was being funny took a hunting bow, little sneak, Shot me in the knee." My laughter filled the hall and I tried to hush myself and all eyes hit me. Ulfric sat up in attention.
"Watch your tongue Breton!" The guard snapped.
" You don't talk to my highest ranking soldier like that." Ulfric cut in. The guard looked back at him.
"Y-yes my Jarl."
"And I don't appreciate throwing the race card at the Dragonborn."
"T-the Dragonborn?"
"And you should be on duty. This man did nothing wrong. Hell, I needed a good laugh." Ulfric motioned for them to leave and the guard left with swiftness. The laughing villager bowed to the Jarl and left just as quick. I approached him. My hands behind my back holding one another and I bowed.
"Enough of the bowing. It's starting to get annoying." I laughed and he smirked at me. " I'm glad your here. I need you Galmar and a few other soldiers to check something out for me." I had a faint blush on my cheeks anytime he spoke to me. Especially when he was defending me. "There's a fort we haven't conquered yet. South of Dawnstar."
"That's impossible. There is not fort south of Dawnstar."
"Just built. The imperials are fighting back hard. I only trust you to lead in, well and Galmar."
"Alright. I'll be late. But I'll meet them there." He nodded and dismissed me. Why must it be like this? I've been under the spell of that man since we took Solitude. His eyes never left me during that speech he made. As if he was only speaking to me. A marriage all of Skyrim would envy. Oh if only he loved me. Felt the way I feel. Dreamed the things I dream. My heart aches. I walked down the stone corridor to my room. 1 room down from Ulfric's. So close and so far from him. I fell onto my bed and sighed deeply. Ignoring the straw that stabbed me in the back. I closed my eyes and looked around. Only seeing the darkness and the pinkness of seeing lantern light through my eyelids. I didn't want to leave for Dawnstar yet. They needed me. For some reason, they always needed me.
" Why." I said to myself sullen. My future with Ulfric less malleable than the future as his soldier. I was a major part of this war. Not even in his world. Just this war. I opened my eyes and they emitted a relaxed feeling throughout my body, as if I just rested. The door opened slightly and I looked over at Galmar who was standing at the door.
"Come on, If you're heading to the fort."
"I'm not going right now. I'll leave later and I'll get it handled. But Galmor... I need to ask you something." Galmor smiled and entered the room, closing the door.
"Ulfric isn't taking a shine to you like you are to him?"
"Not at all." I blushed. Galmor laughed and looked around my room. " Galmor you've always been there. What now?"
"Let his turn around Dragonborn. He isn't a cold heart man. I guess he just always pictured himself with a nord woman."
"If I could pick and choose my race that's what I'd be... Does that not count." Galmor laughed.
"If we could all pick and choose we'd all be nords. Now come. Let's just get this over with and take down those imperial dogs." I sighed and decided to go through with it. After all, it was my job.