Dala stood and slowly stretched, they had been talking for the better part of an hour now. As they walked back down the steps they were met by Irileth, the dark elf housecarl smiled at Dala then started frowning again as she turned to Balgruuf. He was bewildered,

"She only ever smiles at you! I'm her bloody Jarl, you would think she would smile at me!" Dala grinned at the dark elf who seemed to be at a loss for words.

"It's just because she thinks I'm cute, don't worry I have that effect on lots of people." Irileth's blush confirmed her statement. Dala placed a light kiss on the other woman's cheek then went off in search of her family leaving Irileth with a dazed look on her face as Balgruuf fumed.

Dala found her wife and children piled around the giant fire as Lydia was telling a story of one of many battles that she had been in with Dala. Thankfully she was making it much nicer and less gory than the real battle. She remembered that one well, two seven inch scars along her stomach were her trophy for taking down the ten foot seven three hundred pound troll that had been terrorizing a small village to the east of Whiterun. She grabbed Regan just as Lydia finished her story and pulled her into a kiss. Once they finally broke apart they headed for the doors. They all walked arm in arm back to Breezehome. The dinner was simple but wonderful as the all talked and caught up on recent events that they had missed. Dala hadn't moved more than a few feet away from her wife the entire time, luckily for her Regan seemed more than pleased to keep her glued to her side. After Dala had put the children to bed they all convened around her dining room table once again. Arya was first to speak.

"What did he say?"

"He agreed, we head back the day after tomorrow to launch troops." Hearing what she needed Arya excused herself from the table and went to her room. Arya didn't need to be there for the rest of the conversation. Regan looked Dala up and down.

"Troops?" Dala nodded,

"I'm leading Tullius's troops to Whiterun, Ulfric plans to march on this city in less than a week. We are going to be here to stop him." Regan nodded taking everything in stride. She thankfully chose to ignore Dala's involvement and instead started making plans.

"And what of us, what happens if they breach the city Dala?" She had already thought of that as she had been speaking with Balgruuf.

"You and the children as well as Lydia will stay at Dragonsreach during the Attack. Balgruff will have his personal guard with him as well as his brother, Irileth, and you Lydia. If they breach the city then you will take the tunnels under the city, they will lead you out behind the city. From there Lydia I trust you to get them to the stronghold in the mountains. We will be guarding the way to Riverwood and the Stronghold you know is up the path from the middle of the town. You should have clear access whether you need it or not." Regan nodded again, she had no doubt that Ulfric's soldiers would breach the city, their brute force alone would take down anything the more lean less armed Imperial soldiers had up their sleeves. It was just a matter of how fast they would get through the city, they needed to be prepared.

Regan was pulled from her thoughts as Dala stood. She walked over to her bags that Lydia had gotten during the talks. She pulled out two beautifully crafted steel swords and walked back over to them. Her own swords were hanging on their own rack upstairs in their bedroom.

"These are for you Regan, I had them made specially. This steel is harder than Dragon scales, and sharper than anything you will come across. I want these with you when you go to Dragonsreach. Keep them with you at all times. I don't want it to come to this but there is a chance you will use those in the coming days." Regan pulled both swords from their sheaths in Dala's arms. She expertly flipped each one testing its resistance. There was practically none, she felt as if the swords had been crafted from her own skin. They flowed smoothly in the air cutting an arc in their path. Tenderly so as not to poke Dala she slid them back into their place.

"These are gorgeous, thank you love." Dala nodded but she didn't smile, the last thing she wanted was her wife fighting murderers.