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She strode in, yet no one noticed her; Ulfric and Galmar were arguing... again.
She sat, amused watching them. Her green eyes studied both men closely, deciding - if all went wrong - who to kill first.
"If he's not with us, he's against us!" Galmar growled angrily.
She titled her head, her black hair fell to one side, trying to get a better view of Galmar's face.
Before Ulfric could retort, she coughed, gaining their attention.
"As much as this is amusing, should you really be shouting this in your great hall - where anyone could walk in? You never know; I might be an imperial spy." She gave an antagonising smile. "But then again, you believe all Imperials are spies. It's a shame isn't it? I thought I might join your cause, since I bear no love for my own race."
Ulfric studied her, he took in her armour, it was Nightingale, and she wasn't wearing the hood though. He just thought she was some glamoured up assassin. "What is your name?"
"Arrow Seven of the Imperial House Storm." She sighed. Her eyes were cast down as if in shame.
"And why would an Imperial of high noble birth want to join my cause?" Ulfric questioned.
Hatred shone in her eyes "My reasons are my own, some I may share others I may not, but one thing that I will tell you is that the Emperor is a milk drinker, nothing but a child waving his father's sword. He put my father to death, I want nothing but to see him fail, and I intend to ensure that he does is any way humanly possible."
"And what was the reason of your father being put to death?" Ulfric enquired.
Arrow shot him a look of venom "I do not wish to share that. All you need to know is that my reasons for joining are my own and if you wish to keep your head connected to your shoulders, I'd suggest that you shut up and stop prying."
"Who are you to dare speak to the true High King of Skyrim in such a way!" Galmar roared reaching for his weapon.
Arrow didn't flinch "Who am I? Interesting question, I was one of the Emperor's elite guards, the Warder of the fighters guild, a Master Wizard in the mages guild, Shadowfoot in the thieves guild and an Assassin in the Dark brotherhood. And I'll tell you what; the Emperor put me in each one of them. Why? So he'd have the ultimate warrior to defend him. I was built and shaped so that I was the perfect soldier - it sickens me." She growled in pure anger" That is another of my many reasons, why don't you try to ** me off some more to see if I spill any more?" The sarcasm in her voice was like a knife, cutting through the tense atmosphere easily.
"What's your stance in Skyrim?" Ulfric asked. "Never mind, I don't care what your stance is. Go to Serpent Stone and defeat an Ice wraith. Bring me the teeth, then you may join."
"** you, it'll just be easier killing you and running. In fact, it might gain me admittance back into Cyrodil". She smiled, pulling out two elven daggers and staring at their shining blades.
Galmar unsheathed his battle axe, but Ulfric stood up and held his hand out to stop him. He would handle this
"FUS RO DAH!" Food, plate, everything flew off the table that was behind Arrow - but Arrow hadn't moved, it was almost like it was nothing but a pleasant breeze to her.
"My turn," she smiled "FUS!" Ulfric was flung back into his throne "You see Ulfric, your full shout does nothing to me, yet a single word of my shout does 10 times more damage than what yours did." She gave him a sly grin "You look more shocked now then when you saw Alduin in Helgen!"
Ulfric looked confused. A sly grin crept onto her face as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Storm Seven Arrow, also known as Dragonborn. At your service."
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