'Ulfric!' she called out, her voice echoing through the great hall. The chatter at the table stopped, as well as Ulfric's conversation with someone she recognized as his companion from the council. Everything went death quiet for a while, but then the Jarl's friend spoke up: 'You! How dare you enter the Palace of the Kings after all you've done, you traitor! Though I expected nothing less from a Woodelf' He spat those last words. 'I should've realized sooner you'd side with the Thalmor and the Imperials, I -' He was stopped by a single gesture Ulfric made, but that didn't stop him from glaring at her while the latter spoke. 'What brings you to Windhelm, Dragonborn?'
His face was blank, his tone neutral, and both made it impossible for Selene to guess how he felt about her presence there. She decided to take her chances and jump right to the reason she'd come. 'My Jarl', she said, kneeling before him, holding her left hand above her heart and her head slightly bowed. 'I came here to fix my mistakes. I barely knew of the war before, therefore didn't know whose ideals would complement my own. But my knowledge of these affaires has increased, and with that my choice has been made. I want to offer my loyalty to you, as are my actions yours to command. I would assume you could use someone like me, too. I hereby ask you to accept me as one of your own Stormcloaks' - 'Ha!' Ulfric's companion let out, mockingly. 'You expect us to believe you just like that?' – 'I will do whatever it takes to prove my sincerity, my lord.'
Ulfric looked at her thoughtfully. Sure, he wanted to believe that the legendary Dovahkiin would take his side, since it meant an almost certain victory; many would follow her to strengthen his legions, trusting the judgment of their hero, and she herself could barely be considered a minor force. But would it be right to trust in her, without any further ado? … What would his father do? Then an idea came to his mind. He trusted his idea to Galmar, his second-in-command and the one who spoke before, in a whisper, and saw a wolfish grin appear on his face. He sighed at that. 'Dragonborn!' Galmar called. 'The Jarl has spoken; we shall test you. Travel to the Serpent's stone north of Winterhold; there you will find a creature known as an Ice Wraith. You will slay this creature and bring its teeth back to us as proof of your worth. Then, we shall discuss your possible joining further. If you do return, of course.' Galmar again showed his teeth in a daring smirk at that last sentence. Selene held back her disbelief; she'd faced the Ice Wraiths before, and to her, they were but minor threats. Did they honestly hold such a low opinion of her, even after slaying multiple dragons? If Galmar truly expected her to die on this quest, or worse, cowardly run from the creature, he'd face a painful surprise.
But so it happened. Selene traveled to the northern lands of Skyrim and completed the given task with ease, as she had expected. A few swings with her Dwarven Warhammer, together with the combined flames of Destruction from her hands, were enough to put the Wraith down before a minute had passed. Within a fortnight, she entered the halls of Windhelm again, throwing the teeth at the feet of a rather disappointed Galmar. After a short audience with him and the Jarl, she took the oath, not straying her own eyes from those of Ulfric for longer than a single heartbeat, headstrong in her decision. They had deemed her worthy, and she now proudly wore the title of 'Stormcloak'.
A./N.: I realize this is a rather short piece, I apologize for that. The next chapters will be longer, and hopefully with more dept in them! I would also like to thank whoever left the review, that motivated me enough to update again; Talos be with you! ;)