The wind roared as the dovahkiin rode her silver stallion through Windhelm county, snow painting her dark cloak with white as she bent against the gale. Nary a streak of her silver locks peeked through her hood to reveal the dragonborn to any strangers passing by. Soon she found herself trapped in a strong winter storm, and had to find shelter. But where would she go? As if an answer to her prayers, a light could be seen through the flurries. Jessica urged her horse towards it.

The light belonged to a shoddy little inn, a sign bearing the name 'Inn of Ill Omen". It will do, Jessica thought. She dismounted and rushed in as the wind started to pick up again.

Inside was a decent enough, with a roaring fire at the center of the longhouse, warming her frozen body already.

"Welcome traveler," A old publican hailed her from the bar. "Welcome to the Inn of Ill Omen. I'm Rufio, I run the place. How does it look out there?"

"It's a blizzard out there," Answered Jessica, who took a seat across from him. "I guess I'll be here all night."

"Well, it's only ten gold for a room per night. We've got plenty of food and drink, but that doesn't come with it."

"That's fair." Jessica gave him ten gold for a room, which he pointed her towards. It was a surprisingly nice room, rather large and sporting a double bed. Jessica wasn't sure why she needed a bed so large, but she wasn't about to complain about luxury.

The night was uneventfull, and Jessica relished the comfort of a real bed for once under a roof that didn't leak. it had been a week since she left Winterfell, but in her heart it felt like an eternity since she had last slept in Ulfric's bed. The warmth of the bodies of her two boyfriends was something she definitely could have used now, but for now a swath of furs had to do.

The wind howled outside, making the old building creak ominously and nearby trees rustle heavily in the surrounding woods. Jessica slept soundly in her bed of furs, never noticing the presence that joined her in the room.

The old man Rufio stood before her, his eyes darkened with evil intent as his hand traced along the form of her slumbering face. She was a sound sleeper it seemed, and the lecherous imperial took note of his look as he began to tie her to the bed. In Jessica's dreams, Ulfric was above her, holding her hands up against her head, mirroring what she felt happening to her in the real world. She winced as Ulfric's grip was rougher than she remembered, swatting his hands away out of reflex. The Stormcloak king pushed her hands back with greater force, slamming them against a headboard that wasn't there. Jessica was quickly brought out of the dream, only to look up in horror as in the place of her Ulfric was Rufio, who had lashed her hands fast against the headboard.

Jessica kicked and screamed, but the old man overpowered her. Her short was ripped, and Rufio began to caress her beasts.

Jessica's violet eyes flashed with rage and barely concealed power, and she easily ripped out of the bonds around her wrists. A jolt of lightening flared from her palms, knocking back the man at full force.

"Why does everyone do this!?" The dragonborn shouted at no-one in particular. The air around the both of them crackled, and the old man was already dead, his back bent around a now broken table. The electricity in the air made Jessica's golden hair frizz up, giving her the appearance of a redheaded lion with a wild mane. She looked at her hands in horror as they still crackled with energy.

"You should stay away from me," her voice cracked, "Everyone should just stay away from me."

Jessica quickly gathered her things and left the inn despite the raging blizzard, never to return again.