The queen giggled softly as Alistair nuzzled her neck, the two of them naked in their shared bed.

"Is it bad that we did this in another land?" Alistair asked her with a soft laugh as he nipped playfully at her neck.

"Nah, they would have put us in separate rooms if they didn't want this." She responded to him lovingly.

Alistair let out a soft sigh as there was a knock on their door before they had time to get up and get dressed the door opened to show the Jarl's right hand, Falk Firebeard as he came strolling in.

"Your highness's-Oh...My apologies..." Falk's face turned as red as his beard and he quickly turned and walked out the door. The queen rolled her eyes and looked at Alistair who had quickly stood and hurriedly got dressed, the queen did so as well and the two of them strutted out like nothing ever happened. Falk was waiting on the other side still bright red as he refused to look them in the eye.

"Yes...No matter. The Jarl has asked me to retrieve you two for dinner now. Off we go."

"Oh good, I am quite interested in the foods of Skyrim." Alistair happily clapped his hands together as he licked his lips and hurried off with Falk. The queen just chuckled and followed along with her husband. As they descended down the steps towards the dining hall, the queen could only pause suddenly as she heard a faint footstep behind her. Looking back up curiously, she saw nothing and then just shrugged before following her husband.

Getting to the table, Alistair pulled a chair out for her and she smiled warmly at him,

"Thank you." She sat elegantly with her hands folded in her lap and watched as Alistair sat next to her. Sitting at the table was the Jarl, General Tullius, whom they only met briefly, and of course Falk Firebeard.

"The meal shall be out shortly. Until then, I'd like to talk about something important." The Jarl spoke briskly and simply.

"Alright. I'm all ears." Alistair responded as he placed his hands on the table waiting for Elisif to speak. Elisif turned to Tullius who nodded and then proceeded to speak for her,

"In the past year, Skyrim has fallen on hard times. With the dragon's finally taken care of and the civil war over, we figured Skyrim would see better days. We were wrong...We still have many threats out there and it doesn't help that our Emperor was murdered recently...Plus the peace treaty between Ferelden and Skyrim still goes untouched..."

"Well, with all do respect, General, Ferelden still has remnants of Darkspawn lurking about as well as our own Economic problems." The queen spoke up rather suddenly. If there was one thing his wife could do it was lead, Alistair was very happy he married her as she took a good chunk of the burden off of his shoulders, of course, that wasn't the only reason he married her, of course.

"Yes, economic problems is another one of Skyrim's many problems right now...Which is why I feel Ferelden and Skyrim could...Benefit one another." The general leaned in slightly as the Queen and Alistair both shared a look with one another before turning back to the General.

"We need more iron, the iron in Skyrim is depleting and fast. We know Ferelden has plenty of iron." Elisif finally spoke up and Alistair raised an eyebrow at her.

"You only need Iron?"

"No...We need Iron...Steel and practically every metal you can think of to make decent weapons and armor."

"Oh not asking for much, I see." Alistair sarcastically quipped much to the annoyance of the queen as she gave him a look before turning back to the General and Jarl,

"And what can you give us that will help our economy?"

"Foods, like vegetables and fruits, as well as our wheat and grains, and our Silk, Skyrim does have the best Silk in all of the worlds. Plus, with the treaty signed whenever Ferelden is the danger you can bet my best men will be at your side waiting and of course Vise versa."

Alistair and the Queen both shared a look with one another once more before they nodded to one another.

"We will an adequate amount of time to think about this." The queen finally spoke as she sipped some of her wine.

"Yes, of course, we will not rush you...Oh, and here comes our food now." Elisif smiled as the cooks brought out the many upon many plates of food.

"Enjoy! Everything has been tasted." The cook spoke proudly, prompting Alistair to raise an eyebrow at the man.

"Err...Tasted?"

"Yes. Someone tried to poison our emperor, and succeeded, thankfully, it was only the decoy that was poisoned...But no matter. It's just a safety protocol now that every Jarl and higher up have their food tasted just in case." Tullius explained to the both of them. They just shrugged at one another and started to eat.

The only sound between everyone was the forks lightly scraping against the plates as they ate. Finally, everyone finished and the staff started to pick up the plates and dirty dishes for them.

"Ah, what a meal. Was everything to your li...king.." Tullius suddenly paused as he looked past the two of them, causing Alistair and the Queen to look at what he was looking at. Just behind them was a female cat, a Khajiit, she was wearing an imperial uniform as she just stood there looking at everyone.

"Excuse me. Legate! What is the meaning of this interruption!" Tullius demanded as he stormed up to the woman.

Alistair narrowed his eyes as he studied the woman's face. Even though her body seemed to be brown and black her face was a mixture of white and black and looked rather odd. Her nose as three scars slashed across the bridge and her left eye had a black patch surrounding it. She had earrings in her giant cat ears one ear suddenly twitched and she turned to face Alistair more fully. Alistair, realizing he was caught staring at her turned and looked at his wife, the queen frowned a bit but said nothing.

"Don't worry about her, she means no harm or trouble. That's K'joto, she helped the imperials during the war, next to Legate Rikka, she's General Tullius's right hand." Elsif explained softly to the two of them.

"Oh." Was all the Queen could say rather stiffly.

"Is everything alright, Love?" Alistair questioned her and she suddenly stood up.

"Excuse me." She muttered and quickly rushed off, stealing one last glance at the Khajiit woman, who just smirked at her. The queen hurried off faster than intended.

After a quick lie about stomach pains to Alistair, the Queen just laid back into her bed a foreboding feeling pooling around in her stomach. She didn't to admit to her husband that the Khajiit woman made her feel uncomfortable by just standing there.

"So, the treaty...Do you think we should go with it? It would help both Skyrim and Ferelden if we do so." Alistair asked her as he gently messed with her short hair.

"...I don't know...I honestly don't...What do you think?"

"...I think we should sign it."

"Really?"

"Like I said, It helps both places. If we have another darkspawn outbreak the imperial legion will be there to help us and with the other treaties we have in place, it would be nice."

"Very well. We'll sign it tomorrow." She gave him a soft smile as she looked up at him. Alistair's face suddenly scrunched up.

"You don't think they'll make me give a speech do you?"

"They probably will. After all, we are signing a treaty allowing two lands to send shipments to one another."

"Great..."

"Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day."

With a groan, Alistair got up and moved the blanket back and slipped into bed, the queen did the same thing and snuggled close to him.

"Yeah...I love you." Alistair smiled.

"I love you too...Hey, Alistair..."

"Yes?"

"...I was thinking...Maybe after it's all said and done...Do you think it's possible that we could...Adopt a child."

"...Adopt a child? You want a child?"

"Well...We can't get pregnant by any natural means and you do need an heir to the throne. I heard that there's an orphanage in Riften that we could maybe go to before we head back to Ferelden."

"...I do see your point, but why a child from here?"

"To show that we love Skyrim and that we want peace with these people."

"Are you sure we're ready for a child?"

There was a pause as the two of them looked at one another, the queen then held him tighter before whispering softly into his ear,

"I've never been surer."

The treaty was signed first thing in the morning once that was done the king and queen were out on the bridge overlooking solitude, everyone from the city was outside looking up at them, waiting for the speech. The queen could see men, children, soldiers, women all standing there clapping and cheering as Alistair started.

"I am glad that we have chosen to become one with Skyrim..."

The queen swallowed hard as she just stood there. Something wasn't right, she didn't know what, but something just wasn't right.

Something was telling her to turn around.

She didn't, she couldn't, it could be considered rude if she moved while her husband gave this speech.

"...Skyrim and Ferelden will both benefit from this union..."

"Ho, Ho, Ho, He, He, He, break that flute across my knee..."

Breathing out heavily, she heard someone somewhere break out into song, her eyes went wide. There was something oddly and eerily familiar about that voice.

"I hope that everything will work out for this land and their problems as well as Ferelden own problems..."

Why did Alistair have to make that speech so long?! Why couldn't she have made him do a shorter speech?

Skyrim and Ferelden are now joined together with a treaty and we are happy about it, there that's it!

Swallowing once more she reaching into her dress where her dagger rested, caressing the handle, she shut her eyes and bit her lip.

That was when she and Alistair both heard it, a sharp whistle. It caused him to stop his speech and her to turn around.

That was when it hit her. Literally, something sharp went through her chest causing her and Alistair to gasp out.

"NO!" Alistair screamed out he took out his sword, she wasn't dead yet, but the moment she backed up, she felt the railing of the bridge hit the back of her knees and next thing she knew she was falling. Alistair tried to grab her, but he was too slow, she saw him suddenly fall down on the bridge an arrow sticking out of his back. The last thing the queen felt was the ground as she hit it full force.

Solitude was in chaos, even more so than during the wedding murder. Everyone was screaming and running back to the safety of their own homes.

Nobody noticed the legate go into her own home with a crazy jester in tow and an evil smirk on the woman's face as she shut the door.