Delvin and I worked quickly upstairs while Vex distracted the guards downstairs.

Delvin killed all the guards, including Falk Firebeard and Bolgeir Bearclaw. I headed to the Jarl's quarters, sending an arrow through Bryling's heart.

A harsh laugh escaped from my throat as I flung open the Jarl's bedroom doors.

An arrow was notched in my ebony bow, pointed at Erikur's heart.

Jarl Elisif The Fair, I scoffed at the name, bolted upright in her four poster bed and crouched behind Erikur.

I smirked, "Oh poor Elisif the Fair, unable to protect herself after High King Torygg was…killed"

Elisif cringed at the name of her deceased husband, "He was greater than you ever will be!"

I ignored her as I closed the doors behind me and sheathed my bow.

"Let's make this interesting…"

I crouched down low as Elisif watched me uncertainly.

"Hircine, may your hunt be honored…" I hissed softly.

My body began to tremble as I shifted. My fingers elongated and turned into claws, coarse hair sprouted on my body and my face formed into a snout.

A roar tore from my throat as I ripped Erikur apart, feeding on his fresh, warm blood. Erikur's blood stained my fur as I advanced on Elisif.

Elisif's body trembled in fear as I loomed over her. Not one Nord in Solitude would care if Elisif the Fair was killed, she was not a true Jarl.

I relished in the taste of her blood spilling from her neck and down my throat.

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I waited until morning, when I had shifted back, to forge the papers. Now dear Elisif the Fair had left me to be Jarl Nocturna Venatrix of Solitude.

Now, I had a hand in almost everything. Leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Astrid's sacrifice hadn't been an accident, Leader of the Thieves Gulid, and a high rank in the Companions. Now it was time to bring Hircine to power as High King.