AN: In the words of River Song.. "Spoilers.." These specific ones are for the quests Diplomatic Immunity and the Battle for Windhelm.
The Fall of Ulfric
The battle had raged on for hours, but slowly the Stormcloaks had been pushed back further and further, until finally the Dragonborn reached the doors of the Palace of Kings with General Tullius and Legate Rikke. The huge doors creaked slightly as they pushed their way inside and then quickly secured the doors. In the other end of the hall, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak was sitting on the stone throne with his faithful Galmar by his side. The Dragonborn wished it had not come to this. Better that Ulfric had died fighting against someone else. She did not wish to be present. But here they were.
The general had never asked, but she was well respected in Windhelm and had spent evenings sitting together with the Jarl, talking, getting to know him. Now, he would not even look at her. She supposed she deserved it, having joined the Empire against him, but he was working for the Thalmor and she hated them more than the Empire.
Galmar was facing Tullius and did not acknowledge the Dragonborn standing behind him. When the weapons were drawn, Galmar had no chance to react as the glass blade of the Dragonborn's sword sliced through his leather and mail and severed his spine and punctured his lungs. With a few quick strikes Tullius and Rikke had Ulfric on his knees, seriously injured. Then he asked for the Dragonborn to finish the job. Better songs… right. She thought, knowing full well that Ulfric wanted a clean death and knew she would be the most likely to deliver.
Taking the sword from General Tullius, she hesitated for a second, then knelt down next to Ulfric placing the point of the sword against the stones. She could hear her breath in the silence that had descended. Bending her head down next to his she whispered into his ear: "Go with Talos, my brother, son of Skyrim. Sovngarde awaits." She kissed the top of his head, got back to her feet and without looking at the other two people in the room, she brought the point of the sword down, straight into his neck.
Looking up, the Dragonborn could see that the General was not at all happy over what had just happened. "How it was done need never leave this room." She said looking hard at the general. Grudgingly he nodded and turned to leave telling her to keep the sword over his shoulder. The Dragonborn turned to look at Legate Rikke who was looking very sad. She looked at the Dragonborn, nodded to her in thanks and turned to follow the General out. The Dragonborn looked down at the man who would have been the High King of Skyrim. It seemed unfair that she should have been the one to decide the fate of so many, but that, it seemed, was the curse of being the Dragonborn of legend. So many fates in her hands. She tucked her new sword and scabbard into her swordbelt and left. The grey eyes of Ulfric Stormcloak stared at the ceiling, unseeing.