Narissa had always had a heart of gold. Always willing to help no matter what the circumstances have been and when she helped those Stormcloaks, she didn't notice the red or blue, or the rich or poor, she just noticed that there was someone in trouble that she needed to help. And if she ever woke up, she would do it again, no regrets. Life is too fleeting for second thoughts and in the end, Talos will judge her and be happy with her. She noticed the light she saw was dimming peacefully. She waited when all at once she heard talking. One gravelly type voice she didn't recognized, and the other was deep and powerfully, that one faintly sounded familiar. It started getting louder and she tries to open her eyes. They feel so heavy and she's so tired. She tries again and the open a sliver, but everything is blurry. The voices hush themselves and there is a shifting next to her. She opens her eyes, and everything starts to clear up and she looks around noticing an older mage and the man she helped from Helgen.
"Well, I'm glad you're awake. We weren't sure what was wrong when that soldier brought you in and bleeding and what not. And that bear..."
Nari tries to shoot up and gets met with painful resistance and lays back down feeling her head swim. She shakes her head slightly closing her eyes.
"Is she ok? You didn't hurt her, did you?" Narissa asks, straining her voice.
The mage gets up and walks over to a table and grabs a cup of water and hands it to Nari and gives the other man a pointed look. The other man sighs and sits down in a chair facing the bed.
"She is protective, and we couldn't get you the help you needed with her growling. She seemed to have trusted the blond soldier, so he had to get close to you. But they are unharmed and safe. Although I don't like bears in my palace." He says shaking his head.
"Palace?" Nari asks hollowly.
Narissa looks up at both and looks away blushing slightly. The man sitting in front of her is making her nervous and she's never felt like that and she's not sure how to act. The mage mumbles something about it being his room and walks out closing the door behind him. Narissa looks at the man in front of her and notices the small smile playing on his lips. He looks up at her and the smile fades, but his eyes are still gentle. Nari looks down at her hands.
"What happened? When you came in, you were bleeding and poisoned..." He trails off and Nari coughs and looks up tears pooling in her eyes.
"After I freed you, I went back to whiterun to my cousins. 4 days later the Imperials marched in on Whiterun. They said I'm wanted for treason for helping the leader of the stormcloaks. I ran but was hit... They need help though. They can't hold out forever. They need troops. Irelith told me to have them send stormcloaks to Whiterun."
With that, the man rises and turns opening the door and out of the room. Narissa struggles to stand up and holds the wall as she walks out. She looks down at the dress she's wearing and realizes how cold the floor really is. She continues to walk and comes to the main dining area with the throne and she looks around, hearing the man's voice.
"We need to send troops to Whiterun immediately there are Imperials are attacking, looking for that girl."
The other guys sneers and folds his arms over his chest.
"If we do, I say that Balgruuf join us in this rebellion. But if we send help and he doesn't agree he won't help at all. It might not be a good idea..."
Narissa can feel the anger rise in her and the air around her becoming electrical, tears falling down her face in anger and sadness.
"You have to send troops. The will all be slaughtered if you don't. You must save them! They sent me here to get help! My counsin sent me knowing you would help him! Are you going to let him die?!" Narissa says, her voice bouncing off the walls.
The two men stopped and were watching her as was a few others, she didn't care. The man who wasnt going to save them turns and walks up to her, as the other trails behind.
"Who's your cousin." He says stopping in front of her.
"Jarl Balgruuf." Nari says strong but somewhat quiet.
The man in from of her looks at the other and nods before walking away. Narissa tries to stay standing but she takes a step and falls to her knees. The other man walks up swiftly and picks her up bringing her back to the rooms they just left. He sets her down and throws the covers back on her and looks at her curiously.
"What's your name?" He says mildly.
Nari sniffs slightly and wipes her eyes. She looks up, still kind mad and mutters.
"It's only polite to tell me yours first."
This made him pause slightly before laughing loudly. The noise was sudden and Nari jumped slightly.
"Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak of Windhelm, leader of the Stormcloak rebellion, true High King of Skyrim."
Nari freezes, knowing she messed up. She bows low to him.
"I'm so sorry Jarl. I did not know it was you! Please forgive me!"
The Jarl just waves it off still smiling. "Will you tell me your name now?"
"Narissa Honey-Spear... Nari is what I'm called." she replies quietly.
She knows he's not a fan of the altmer. But she wasn't going to lie to him. What's the point in that? Ulfric gets up and goes to the door.
"You need rest or Wunnferth will have my head," He chuckles slightly. "If I have any more questions, I'll find you." with that, he leaves the room. Narissa sits still for a few minutes before laying back down, confused by the Jarl. She had always heard that the Jarl was never a fan of the Altmer and shes not sure how she should take his being nice. Talos only knows and she was starting to get really tired. She had been through a lot and, at this point, was no use to anyone Narissa shifts and faces the wall closing her eyes and falling back to sleep.
End of my work week and my brain is mush. I promise it will get better on sunday.
Hope you enjoyed!