When Selene first saw the light of day in Skyrim, she remembered nothing, not even her own name. It was like she didn't even exist before, instead came to be right there on the carriage, with all she had ever known being the sounds of the horses, the voices of those around her, the white sunlight filtering through the trees in the deep forest they were currently in. Even then, it was a beautiful first sight to set her eyes on. She felt comfortable, despite her obvious imprisonment, thanks to the soothing sounds around her, the winds weaving through the trees and the soft, yet sharp cries of a stray hart. Then being told where she was by a blond man who accompanied her on the carriage, along with a few others, she was shocked, to say the least. Shocked, indeed, but not afraid, somehow. A strange calm was working its way through her, and she knew, just knew, everything would end up being alright. She was annoyed by the thief fidgeting to the right of her.
So it came to no surprise for her when he tried to run. Disdain overtook her; thieves truly where cowards at heart, when having to face the consequences for their actions. But then there were those other two, the blond man and... what was he called again? Ulfric, she thought. They both held their posture with honor, even when facing death. Even being there with them made her proud. Whatever it was she had done, whatever the reason she ended up in Helgen, she wouldn't break under the pressure of a certain loss of her head, in the literal sense; she'd stand upright, with them, with dignity. It was all she had left, when she knelt down before the executioner, the last spark in her, before she heard it. They all heard it, and that small spark suddenly overtook her when the sound grew and she was faced with the prowess of an actual dragon. Then, there was chaos. She got out alive, along with the soldier, but she wasn't certain about the others. The soldier had blamed the attack on 'those damned Stormcloaks', who were apparently the followers of the man she had admired so much. She felt stupid, being so wrong in judgment, and after hearing he had shouted the High King to death, even more so, especially because she shouldn't be impressed by such a low murderer. Like all Bosmer, she held a high respect for life; surely, no murder could be justified.
But then the next few months happened, and she couldn't help but alter her vision on such things. Her country was at war with the place she now called home, even her people fought among each other with the raging of a civil dispute. There were so many beasts out there, and people too, that wanted her head on a plate, despite the divine-like status that accompanied her birthright of being part Dovah, the Dragonborn. People expected so much from her, idolized her, and she didn't dare disappoint them.
The next time she saw Ulfric, a man she again respected after learning what truly went on around her, was when the Greybeards helped her organizing a peace council. He was reluctant at first, to agree to her cause, but she managed to persuade him for the good of the people. The same went with General Tullius. At the council itself, she tried to reach an equilibrium, and kept her choices as impartial as possible. The Civil War would be dealt with later, now Alduin was the main cause they all should be fighting for. So she made the call to allow Elenwen to stay, and when she had to decide which holds were given to either sides, she refused to make too big decisions under these circumstances and tried to give them both a fair share; no one could force her to do differently. Still, Ulfric's words stung when he angrily tried to leave; couldn't he see what she was trying to do? She wasn't trying to defend those Imperials, at least not on purpose! She simply dealt with dragons, not with matters of war.
But he spoke truths, she realized afterwards. And he was right when it came to the war. So that's how she ended up standing in the halls of the Palace of the Kings in Windhelm, her pale but fair face with a determined expression, that was even enhanced by the dark war paint around her eyes and down her cheeks and her black hair combed backwards. Together with her armor and iron helmet, she must have made quite a sight… But she was ready, ready to join Ulfric's Stormcloaks, and all of the Empire would know it.
Tbc.
A./N. I hope you liked it, and please leave some reviews; if the response is there, I will continue, if not, there's no point, I guess. I'm sorry I've been rushing too much; this is meant to be a prologue, a mere setting of the scene, the next few chapters that will change. If you find any faults, whether it's in the plot or just in my grammar, do not hesitate to say so, so I can change it. My memory of the game has somewhat faded though I tried being accurate and looked things up if I had doubts, so I wouldn't be surprised if there were some mistakes. Most of this finds its origin in my own game play. That is all.