I Do not own Elder Scrolls nor it's characters, other than my own OC. This story is to a collection called 'Toying With Reality'
'Thoughts'
"Speaking"
"Dragon Speak"
"Non-english"
Not that bad… Ashley only died mildly from the looks tossed her way. "It was not wicked magic if I'm not deformed nor dead…just saying." She bit her tongue with the urge to say 'Don't make yourself sound so high and mighty'
The Dragonborn laughed catching Ashley's attention, "I bet you laid with her instantly, I would, she is such a beautiful young lass."
Ashley's lip raised in a snarl as her face reddened with anger. "I am NOT some tavern whore!" Jumping out of Ulfric's arms she stomped up to the Dragonborn with fire in her eyes, "If you have nothing respectful to say I suggest you keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you!" Jabbing her finger into his chest she growled, "Watch what you say in a woman's presence it might just be the last words you utter."
The Dragonborn took a step back with a smile. "You have the ferocity of a dragon little lass. I respect that." He smiled and bowed to her, "Forgive my previous statement, Mal Dovah."
"Mal Dovah?" Ashley asked hesitantly tho she already knew the meaning of the words. She happened to be fluent in Dragon tongue.
The Dovahkiin's smile widened as he pat her head softly, "Little Dragon." Looking over to his House Carl he smiled when he noticed that the warrior hadn't taken his eyes off of the little woman. "And…this is Argis the Bulwark my House Carl."
Ashley looked over to the warrior with a soft smile, "Hi nice to meet you." Turning to Ulfric Ashley gave him a half glare, "I'm going with Elina." Walking briskly past the king Ashley would have made it in the clear but Ulfric had grabbed her by the arm and pulled back to his chest. "Hey!"
"You are not allowed to leave my side." Ulfric warned his grip tightening for only a second.
Narrowing her brown eyes she huffed blowing a nut brown strand of hair from her face, "I can do as I please."
"Not anymore."
"Like hell! You don't own me! Let. Me. Go." Ashley growled venomously yanking on her arm.
"No, you have caused enough trouble for me in one day. You WILL stay here."
Groaning she dramatically huffed and glared at the high King with venom, "You are no fun." sitting next to Ulfric Ashley glared at the grass.
"If you two are done arguing, I have important information regarding the Thalmar." The Nord men spent what felt like hours discussing the rise of Thalmar involvement in Sholteim and the abductions of people by the Thalmar henchmen.
Ashley could feel the hatred Ulfric Stormcloak had for the Thalmar, it was a deep rooted burning hatred. The cold tinge of his voice made her shiver, every mention of future battles were spoken with almost a tired growl Ulfric never looked so weary and tired. The war was hard on every one but the Jarl of Windhelm took all responsibility on his shoulders. His arm was heavy on her waist, every now-and-then he would gently squeeze as if reassuring himself of her presence. It all felt dream like, Ashley knew none of this should be happening. She should be at home in her dimension drinking tea and sitting in the sun with her dog listening to music from her iPod, not being pressed against a King of some fictional world listening to news on a nonexistent war. It was all just so surreal. Resting her head against Ulfric's side Ashley closed her eyes, relaxing to the warm sun and the vibrations of Ulfric's voice.
Rolling over in a cocoon of of furs Ashley woke slowly stretching her arms and legs with a groan. She froze, 'Furs?' Ashley sat up quickly in the bed with a confused groan. 'I must have fallen asleep' Ashley looked over the the chair by the bed expecting to see Ulfric instead she saw Argis occupying the seat. The warrior smiled at her when their eyes met.
"Umm where is Ulfric?" Ashley saw his smile falter a bit only to change into a serious expression.
"My Thane and Jarl Ulfric have gone to Windhelm to prepare for an attack on the Thalmar embassy. They have left me to guard you Lady Ashley." Argis kept his good eye on her as the small woman shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
'Oh great they left me with the embodiment of sex.' Ashley felt a blush creep up her face, "Oh…alright then." Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she sat awkwardly staring at the floor.
"Jarl Ulfric has asked me to take you to Windhelm once you have woken," The man of Markarth stood up shifting his shoulders.
Looking up quickly Ashley took the battle worn hand that was offered to her. "To umm Windhelm then."
Argis gave her a look, "Are you unfamiliar with Windhelm?"
"Uh no, not even to Skyrim nor Tamriel. I was umm thrown here via trans-dimensional teleportation."
Argis nodded in understanding, he had seen dragons come to life and fought an ancient Dragonborn so a young woman from another world was not as far fetched as she believed. The Divines had a plan for the world that no mortal could know. Leading the small brunette out of the tent towards the horses Argis spoke, "You will ride with me." Mounting a Pinto stallion Argis held out a hand to her, which she took hesitantly Ashley was effortlessly lifted into the saddle. Her back was to Argis's chest, Ashley felt dwarfed against him as they rode down the mountain side towards the road.
It was beautiful untouched wilderness, large gray boulders and gnarled trees edged the road. Burnt golden grass swayed to the wind, the river hummed to their left a rhythmic addition to the clomping of heavy hooves. Blue and purple mountain followers edged the road, making the air all the more sweeter. Ashley found herself smiling up at the sky breathing in the crisp mountain air.
As Ashley was enjoying the open nature, Argis was engrossed in the feeling of Ashley's body against his. The sweet lavender and mint sent of her hair made the warrior rumble with happiness and the peaceful look on her face made Argis grin. The environment changed when they passed the Abandoned Prison on the main road to Windhelm, encompassing tall pine trees and colder air as snow began to fall. White patches covered the ground and clung to the trees, Argis could feel Ashley shiver as the snow began to fall heavier and the wing pick up. His Nord blood saved him from the biting chill, but left her soft skin vulnerable to the frosty air. "Lass are you cold?"
"J-just a little…" Her teeth clattered as she shrunk closer to his body leeching off of his warmth.
Argis thought of a way to warm the small woman, but hesitated in following through for if he did he may not be able to stop himself from ravaging the small brunette. "Would you like me to warm you up lass?" Argis's voice was low and hot on the shell of her ear. A shiver ran down her spine from the warm contact, only thinking about the warmth and not the tone of his voice she gave him her answer.