Hey everyone! Hope everyone is doing well out there! Well, life has been busy for me, but I've managed to write up about 3 chapters that need to be typed up! Thing is I can write them in class when I'm pretending to take notes xD. It's finding time to type them that's hard! But anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Lvl34potatoe: Thank you for the review! I can't help but make them cute xD I really feel like with so much seriousness in the people the relationships should be focused on a bit more!*Gives cookie points*

blackhawk68: Awh, your review made me really happy! It actually made me get up early just to get this chapter out for you! Haha. Also, to answer your question she is Nord, but the reason she's kinda special is her life before she woke up in the carriage on the way to Helgen. The part she can't remember, you know? I may write a chapter of it where she somehow remembers, but I'm not sure. I'm happy you like my story though! *Gives cupcake points*

Please take note of these listed numbers:

(1) This is in fact her Sabre cat. His name means Little Feral Lord in Dov.

(2) The link to her outfit can be found on my profile.

Furthermore, to explain how I came to the conclusion about Galmar and Ulfric's 'playfulness' as a pm put it is because honestly if you look at them they make little bets and jokes. I feel like when you put the war aside and toss in a person like Koudelka, their fun sides come out more. As far as Galmar and Koudelka are concerned to answer another pm, he kinda feels for her as he would a rambuncous puppy. He loves her as that, but not like Ulfric loves her. xD And to on answer one more question, her hair is about down to her lower back, however she keeps it braided and in a bun at most times. So no, it doesn't get in her way or make it hard to keep her cowl up.

Disclamer: I do not own or profit off anything I'm writing. However Koudelka is mine and you may not use or take her for your leisure. Thank you!

Chapter rating: M- There nothing detailed like a lemon, but there is strong sexual themes.

Meetings, Meetings, Meetings.

Koudelka loathed the word itself, let alone the actual activity. But here she was, in a... Meeting. The assassin huffed softly and looked around. Due to the fact Ulfric had just recently been chosen by the Moot to be High King they needed to have a meeting of the Jarls to set new rules and laws, though there weren't many to be changed.

... And because of that it was mostly drinking and a feast.

When Ulfric told her she had to attend— which consisted of him body blocking the door of his chambers so she couldn't leave until she agreed, and her throwing threats to his manhood via Malfeldrog(1).

Once Ulfric managed to convince Koudelka that she liked that part of his anatomy too much to get rid of, she agreed to attend. She also begrudgingly lost her Brotherhood armor upon request and adorned a custom and formal leather outfit(2) that made men stare as a small revenge. The Dragonborn found all the glares the High King was sending out to said men positively amusing.

However, despite all the amusement the meeting offered she only cared about getting out of it. Regardless of the fact it was mostly festivities now, she'd much rather be curled up in a warm bed working on her translation of N'Gasta! Kvata! Kvakis!. Normally Ulfric didn't make her attend, coming up with multitudes of excuses as to why the Dragonborn and his personal assassin wasn't present.

When Ulfric placed his cup down and stood to address the group, Koudelka glowered at him.

Once the man had everyone's attention he sat back down, catching her eye while a smug look flashed through his own. The small Nord practically bristled. She was just as miserable and bored as he was, and he was happy about it. 'Bastard.'

He tore his eyes away from hers and the smugness was hidden away. "My dear brothers and sisters of the land! We've come upon a great victory. However, without the aid of the Dragonborn, the Dovahkiin"— he said the translation in a whispering growl of the Voice, causing a rumble through not only the building, but the assassin to his right— "we could not have won this fight, or our freedom!" There was a cheer before Ulfric continued.

Koudelka tuned out as an idea for revenge popped in her head. The woman smirked and slouched in her chair a bit, placing her booted foot on the small triangle of the chair between Ulfric's parted legs beneath the table. No one else noticed aside the man who's thighs were brushed against her boot.

While the High King kept talking, he shot the young woman the look. The look that said 'keep going and you're in trouble.'

He never really did intimidate her.

Her boot slid up further and softly rubbed at the sensitive organ between his legs. She smiled as his breath hitched in the middle of a word. He was quick to cover it with a cough.

The assassin's smirk widened when she started feeling a bulge rise under her boot, the normally composed man slowly succumbing to a hardly noticeable stutter and slightly faster breathing. Something only two out of all the people present noticed. Koudelka herself and Galmar.

Speaking of which, Koudelka cast her eyes over to the General. The man had his mouth covered with the hand that was previously propping his head up. The assassin was unsure if he was trying not to laugh or horrified. She assumed the former knowing the man. When Galmar met her eyes with mirth she smiled at him sweetly and pressed down on Ulfric, causing a grunt of surprise and pleasure to interrupt his recount of the battle for Solitude.

Koudelka quickly pulled her booted foot away as he glared at her and coughed to cover the grunt.

"And with that, feast in our victory! We have claimed our lands back!" When Ulfric's speech ended, he stood while the Jarls were picking food for their plates, roughly grabbing his assassin's upper arm to yank her out of her seat. He dragged her into the strategy room. She threw Galmar a pleading look before the door shut.

"They just can't sit through a meeting together..." Galmar mumbled to himself, biting into his chicken breast.

As soon as Ulfric had dragged the assassin into the small room he slammed the small Nord against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "What in the name of The Nine do you think you're doing?!" She smiled at his inquiry.

"Well, entertaining us of course. I know you get just as bored as me in those." She pulled at his unrelenting grip halfheartedly. His head leaned forward to rest on her shoulder, lightly nuzzling her exposed neck.

"You're going to get yourself trapped in my chambers for the rest of the night you know..." He threatened softly, breathing warm air on the pale column before him, sending shivers down her spine.

"Well maybe that was my plan this entire time. After all, I know you're just as excited it get out of there as I am." She whispered softly. A smile broke across the older man's lips.

"We cannot simply leave poor Galmar out there. It's like leaving a wolf in a pack of bunnies while telling it to babysit them. He hasn't a clue on how to handle them without violence."

Koudelka pouted lightly despite the fact Ulfric couldn't see her face. She turned her head to nuzzle his cheek. "I'll be sure to toss him a bonus bone for being such a good pup." Ulfric stilled and the sly woman smirked as he nipped her neck.

"Upstairs. Now."

She'd never scampered faster in her life.

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