Sky Rose
Chapter 9
I don't own the mods I mention nor do I own Skyrim. That belongs to Bethesda. I am just a fan of their work. Some characters may act OOC.
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Windhelm, 10, Morning Star.
Ralof woke to pounding on the door and a body tightly hugging his own. He looked down to his chest and saw Alya, hugging him while sleeping through the pounding on the door. He saw his cuirass was off and all of her clothes were off as well. He looked to see if he saw any woman smalls but found none. Must've gone without them. Last thing he remembered was her hugging him and being pulled into bed with her.
"Go the fuck away."
He heard Alya mumble in her sleep while rubbing her face against his chest. He couldn't blame his body for its natural reaction to seeing a good friend of his nude and against his chest no less. He stiffened when she began to move against his body and met groggy green/blue eyes.
"Ralof, what the fuck? Why are you…"
She looked down at her state of dress then at his before her groggy eyes became clear, wide eyes.
"We didn't fuck, did we?"
She said and he shook his head.
"No, we didn't. I don't know how you got like that and how my cuirass came off during the night."
The pounding stopped and he had a feeling that whoever was at the door was going to try to tell Freya about this. Alya got off his body and turned around so he couldn't see her boobs. He did however see she was aroused by something before shaking his head and got his cuirass back while she got her armor back on.
"Your girl might think I'm competition to get you. I'll tell her that it ended up with neither one of us having sex with the other. Do cuddle with her to make up for this."
She said as she opened the door to see Jarl Ulfric.
"Shit."
She said as she gazed wide eyed at Ulfric along with Ralof. They were in trouble now. Ulfric looked at Ralof and back to Alya before motioning to follow him. They followed him to his study in the palace of kings and once there, Alya just crossed her arms while Ralof looked down at the ground. Ulfric looked at them; Alya looking defiant while Ralof looked resigned to what punishment he would get.
He had heard the thu'um in Windhelm and sent some guards to Candle hearth hall to see why the dragonborn was using the thu'um in his city. But the report he got wasn't what he expected, Rebecca was burned to a burnt crisp and a man was on top of one of his soldiers, Alya. Ralof had stayed behind to help her out and didn't report back. The innkeeper held no information other than high pitched yelling from where Alya stayed was the only clue to where the dragonborn was.
"Alya, I wish for you to find the dragonborn. They need to be warned."
"May I ask why I need to warn a fucking legend?"
Ulfric took a deep breath through his nose. She didn't know how powerful the dragonborn could be but she needed to learn when not to use her crass language around the dragonborn, if said person preferred her to open. She may have been raised Nord but she didn't take that a legend walked among them very seriously.
"They may want to learn of why these cultists are after them."
"True but they could've seen a note while looting a corpse of one of these cultists and gone off to this Solstheim to find out for themselves."
Alya said while making a mental note to send a letter to her dad that she was off to Solstheim to deal with DB business. A breathy moan caught her attention and discreetly looked around in disinterest to see where the fuck the sound was coming from. The breathy moan sounded like it was in the room and when she looked back at the desk, she saw the couple again but without her eyes closed. She didn't know what to make of it but she must've had her mouth open before her vision turned to the ceiling.
It looked like a bedroom but it seemed off in a way. The architecture looked more Cyrodiilic in nature than Nordic. The bed itself looked fit to lay four people on it. Alya couldn't place why she was seeing this at all but any sort of pinching wouldn't make it go away. That is till she heard a door open behind her with a bang. Like glass breaking, the vision vanished and she saw that she was being held by Ralof.
"Did I faint?"
Alay asked before Ralof helped her to her feet. Everyone was staring at her with some concern but she didn't need the concern at the moment. She wanted to understand if she fainted or not. She looked at Ulfric and found he had a faint blush on his face. A flash of him over her with sweat soaked bangs had her flushed red.
"You did but you were writhing…pleasure and your hands…"
Alya held a hand up.
"That's all I need to know. I don't to know what I was doing while I was unconscious but I will ask for permission to leave to get cleaned up."
"Granted."
"Thanks, 'Ric…Shit. Sorry Ulfric."
She said as she left the study and with her arms still crossed. The blush was still evident but not prominent as before. She began to curse her overly active mind. This dream didn't happen till after her dragon blood woke and she got her amulet back. Well she did have the dream before without her amulet but it was only an image at the time. Now it was like a full memory being played in her head and she was the one seeing it.
"Damn dragonblood causing this shit to happen to me."
She muttered as she passed Galmar and went ramrod when she realized she had just muttered her secret out, and to Galmar no doubt. She didn't even think twice, she ran for the docks of Windhelm and went on her journey to Solstheim. All without writing a letter to her father and letting him know where she was going.
"FUCK! Why the fuck did I have to mutter that in front of Galmar?"
She said as the ship set sail to Solstheim as she leaned against the mast of the ship. It didn't help that her secret was now known to Galmar, who would certainly report it to Ulfric. And knowing that man, he would demand why she didn't tell him anything about being dragonborn. She knew that her elaborate plan of telling Ulfric after he became High king was just burned to ashes.
She sighed as she thought of anything that could at least direct his attention away from her being dragonborn. The fact she was the dragonborn of legend and kept it secret would bring up questions of her loyalty to Ulfric. She had gained the title Ice-Veins a month ago, and had threatened the new Jarl of Whiterun to not speak of her being the dragonborn to Ulfric, less he find himself humiliated. She didn't mind Balgruuf as Jarl but he was so neutral to the war, it would've made him choose sides soon. She did gain the title of Thane back in the hold as well.
"Madam, we're ready to set sail."
The ship's captain said as the Northern Maiden began its voyage to Solstheim. She gave no reply but nodded to the captain and he gave out orders to his crew. It didn't help she didn't have her nightingale armor again but she needed to get to Solstheim before Ulfric gave an order to stop the ship. Shouts from the dock came and she cringed at the thought of being jailed again, this time for not telling Ulfric she was the dragonborn.
"By order of the jarl, stop this ship!"
'…I have the shittiest luck when it comes to avoiding confrontations.'
She thought as she gazed at the guards coming aboard the ship. She didn't put up a fight as she raised her hands in surrender. Her hands were pulled behind her and bound with a well knotted rope. She was then escorted to the palace of Kings but they went nowhere close to it. Instead they went to a house inside Windhelm, opened the door, and closed before locking it. It was pitch black but she didn't have the time for her eyes to adjust before she was roughly forced into a chair. Her binds were tied to the chair and her legs were bound as well.
"Tell me miss Sky Rose, did you think that your little stunt would go unnoticed with the Jarl at your side?"
A male voice said while staying in darkness. Alya cocked her head and smiled. She felt like messing with him. She played with people like this before so she knew how to get them worked up.
"I didn't think you could capture me at all, knowing my reputation of breaking out of jail. So what took you so long to capture me?"
She asked and she earned a slap from one of the guards.
"Every time you came back to Windhelm, you escaped our efforts to get you captured. Granted, it took longer than planned but we did get you."
The man said and shuffling occurred, either he was moving around or moving something around.
"But with you out of the way, Ulfric Stormcloak will answer for his crimes."
"Not likely."
She said, earning another slap.
"I didn't tell you to have permission to speak."
"Like I fucking care."
Another slap but to her left cheek this time.
"I grow tired of your constant rebuttals. Gag her before leaving."
A guard gaged her before leaving with the rest of the unit. Alya glared at the guard as she left before turning her head back to the male, who had made fire in his hands. A mage possibly kidnapped her for something but once she saw his full face, dread overcame her thoughts. Thalmor and someone she knew from long ago, Rulindil.
'How did he know I was here and how did he get past the guards?!'
"Surprised to see me pet? I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to discuss your behavior after we get back to Solitude. Now, I'm surprised you even escaped my grasp in Riften but that's your home town, so naturally you'll know your way around better than I. Lady Elenwen had a pet but he proved unpleasing to the eye and was tossed away."
'Get the fuck on with it already! I rather scorch you alive before feeding your corpse to the slaughterfish!'
She thought as he continued his conversation.
"Normally I wouldn't take a pet so suddenly after coming to this wretched place but how you acted so defiantly to me at our first meeting when you were thirteen made me think. I have watched you for those three years, you growing into a fiery woman that I wanted as my pet. You were very pleasing to the eye and so much fun when I took your virginity. Still so defiant after all those years of not having me to guide you, you must've grown some claws."
'Yeah I did, you bastard! Now get this gag out of my mouth that way I can show you the claws I've grown!'
Alya stared at Rulindil as he passed a fiery left hand over a table before grabbing something off it and walked to her. If she hadn't been restrained and gaged, she would've kicked at him or something to get that thing out of his right hand but she could still thrash around. Something latched onto her neck before a pulse of energy caused her eyes to widen and fall into her skull. The last she heard was a door opening and cold setting into her bones.
