-Solitude Castle Dour

Tullius runs his fingers along the sharp edges of the bones on the Crown. It was cold from the steel and it could fit possibly any head."Ulfric is cursing every God there is knowing that I have the Crown."

"Yes sir, Ulfric's attempt was rather disappointing." said Rohan who standing in front of the desk where Tullius was sitting.

"Did you run into any trouble?"

"Nothing we couldn't handle sir."

Tullius smiles, "That's what I like to hear."

"We did lose a few good men though, sir."

"Yes, a sacrifice we all take for the greater good." Tullius was still entranced on the crown as he examines it more. "I want a full report by Legate Rikke, in the mean time you and me are going to the Blue Palace to present Jarl Elisif the crown she will be wearing when she takes the title of High Queen. So wash the dirt from your face and clean your armor off."

"Yes sir."

"Meet me near the palace when you're finish. Hurry up, we don't keep her waiting."

Rohan quickly went to the barracks and wipes his face clean with some cool water. He then wipes down his steel armor from dirt and dust and gives it a quick polish with a dry rag. Tullius was already making his way to the palace when he sees Rohan following in. "What am I suppose to say to the Jarl?"

"Nothing" said Tullius, "You keep your mouth shut unless you're spoken to. You are legion now so it means you have to keep a better since of behavior. Especially around royalty and high end of officials."

-The Blue Palace

"The crops are running low to sunder." says a wood elf famer, he was one of the many villagers who had asked an audience with Elisif. "We grown as much as we can but it's not enough. All
I am asking is to allow me and my family to plant far out near the creek."

"Planting on unregistered land that isn't yours is a high price for that land belongs to Jarl, growing crops on Jarl Elisif's land means high taxation." said Falk.

"Yes dear steward I know. But we are low on coin and food. I beg for leniency for once I grow enough crops I will sell them paying off my debt just please allow me to."

Falk turns to Jarl Elisif who was sitting on her throne, Elisif nods her head giving approval.

"We will give you two months….

"Three!" interrupts Elisif. Falk looks to her for a reason why, "The seasons are harsher than ever this year Falk, give him a little more time."

"Of course" said Falk, "Three months for you to grow near the creek after that we expect a full payment of the tax."

"Oh thank you!" says the farmer, "You are ever so kind Jarl Elisif!"

The farmer bows and leaves the Palace. "Any news from my court?" asked Elisif.

The court murmurs around seeing who would speak first. Everyday Elisif would expect some form of news that was happening across Skyrim. It was a request none should not withdraw.

"Maven Black-briar, the Jarl of Riften wishes to send her regards to you and the legion after I last spoke to her." said Erikur the thane.

"Has Jarl Maven made any donations to the legion or their families?" ask Elisif.

"Um… no my Jarl not that I've heard."

"Then forgive me thane Erikur but I find Jarl Maven's regards absolutely pointless if she isn't willing to give a helping hand. Next time you speak to her urge her send a charitable donation."

"Yes my Jarl."

"Jarl Igrod of Morthal has sent double lumber for materials for the legion." said Thane Bryling.

"Then I must write thank you letter for Jarl Igrod, Falk please remind me to do so."

"Yes my Jarl."

"Jarl Elisif " said Sybille.

"Yes court wizard Stentor?"

"I'm sure you heard of the news of Whiterun?"

"Yes the massacre of Brittleshine is quite the loss and worst the soldiers are suffering the most."

"There has also been news of the Temple of Kynareth. The temple is of need of medical supplies, and Jarl Balgruuf is running low."

"Then we must aid. Sybille Stentor may I ask that you get some health potions on the ready and other supplies. I do wish to make a trip to Whiterun so I can pay homemage to the Goddess personally, we will have the supplies delivered on the way."

"Yes my Jarl, whatever you say."

"Falk, anything else?"

"Yes my Jarl. General Tullius is on his way for an audience."

"Really? He's finally coming after all these request?"

"Yes he should be here shortly."

Elisif was now excited, she always felt happy when General Tullius would speak to her. She wanted to help out with the battle plans but Tullius would always blow her off. She was inexperience and really had no real knowledge on how battles work. He wasn't snubbing her cause he didn't like her, he only would turn down her assistance for her own good. Elisif helped whenever she could making sure that the legion was well funded and supplied. But no one would really take her seriously, not even her own court.

"His imminence the Military Governor, General Tullius!" says an orator.

Elisif beamed of joy when she saw the General come up the stairs to the throne room, she was even more excited when she sees Rohan following behind him. The court was just as shocked as Elisif when seeing Rohan in legion armor. "Jarl Elisif" said General bowing his head, "I'm sure you know of my auxiliary, Rohan."

"We are acquainted." said Elisif keeping a calm serious tone.

"My presence here is up most important for we the fourth legion have something for you."

"Please General"

"Auxiliary Rohan, present the Jarl her Crown." commanded Tullius.

Rohan stepped forth and kneeled showing the Jagged Crown to Elisif, "Jarl Elisif, we present you the Jagged the Crown, your future badge of office for when you take the throne as our High Queen."

Gasp from people filled the room. The Crown was marvelous; it shined from the sun rays that filled the room from the windows. The court was speechless. Elisif face was blank; she did not know what to say. There in Rohan's hands was the legendary Jagged Crown. The Crown that only the High King or Queen would wear, it did not make Elisif instantly the Queen but it would show the other Jarls her candidacy was higher than Ulfric's.

"Falk." she says telling Falk to get the Crown from Rohan. Falk bows and takes the Crown from Rohan's hands whose still kneeling. He hands the Crown to one of the court aids, the aid puts the Crown on a pillow and walks to a room so it could be secured. Rohan gets up and walks back beside Tullius. Elisif was still shocked to see the Crown, "How did you find it?"

"Korvanjund Jarl Elisif, my Legate, Rikke had discovered it there. She and a good group of men including my auxiliary here went to the old ruin and located the Crown." said Tullius.

"Thank you General Tullius, Falk please make sure that every soldier who was in the conquest at Korvanjund is compensated."

"Yes Jarl Elisif."

"Is there anything else you need Jarl Elisif." said Tullius, "Any request at all?"

Elisif thinks long and hard for a second and finally comes up with something, "There…there is a more personal matter that I've waited so long for."

"Anything Jarl, please ask."

Elisif mood changes, she sat straight up in her throne and put on a more serious face.

"Rohan, step forth."

Rohan looked at Tullius confused, the General gives him a look to comply. Rohan walks forth again and begins to kneel back down, "My Jarl….

"Remain standing!" she snapped, her voice startled everyone, she was always calm and collective but she barked as if it was a strict order even Tullius was a bit taken back, "When you were last here you were asked why you weren't so taken with this war, and you answered that this war was an illustrious debate. Is that correct?"

"Yes my Jarl, I do recall myself saying that." Rohan kept his eyes down to the floor, as if he was a little boy in trouble.

"You will look at me when I address you." said Elisif stern yet calm. Rohan raises eyes up to Elisif, she was staring at him with a unemotional face, and her eyes were strict.

"Forgive me.."

"Quiet, now tell me and everyone in my court why have you suddenly decide to join this illustrious debate and give me your honest answer."

Rohan swallows down spit, He really didn't know what say for he too questioned why he suddenly decided to join. He exhales deeply through his nose and gave Elisif his answer, "Because….because…Because I felt like sitting around while Skyrim goes to shit was the most unprecedented thing to do."

It was unheard of and rather rude for anyone to curse in front of a Jarl, especially a legion soldier. The court was a little uneasy from the 'going to shit' remark and Tullius was on the verge of slapping Rohan on the back of head. "Auxiliary" said Falk, "Please watch you language when you speak to the Jarl."

"It's okay Falk." said Elisif her eyes still staring coldly at Rohan. She gets up from her throne and slowly walks towards him, "There is one request General Tullius." Her height was average for a woman but it was still small compared to Rohan's six foot four height. Her eyes were locked on to his as she looked up. "Kiss me." she says softly. Rohan was stricken, he wasn't sure if he heard clearly. "Excuse me my Jarl?"

"Kiss… me!" she said in a louder tone.

He looks over to Tullius who gave him a look to do it and then back to Elisif. She wasn't joking she wanted him to kiss her. "May I ask why?"

"When I first saw you at High Hrothgar I saw many things of you. Your language was foul and your behavior was over bearing you came off no more than a barbarian than Ulfric. I wanted cut your throat when you gave Ulfric Markarth but yet I wanted to kiss you. For I wanted to taste the lips of the man who speaks as a dragon. I wanted to kiss Skyrim's savior. Now I finally get my chance."

Rohan was still nerved by the request but he puckered his lips and pressed it on Elisif, giving her a quick peck. Elisif just looked at him unmoved, "Don't kiss me like some wayward down school girl. Kiss me as if I'm your lover and this is our last moment together. Kiss me on how you would really kiss a woman."

Rohan seeing there was no way out of it, complies. Elisif was very attractive and he never kissed royalty before. He grabs her close pressing his lips against hers, snaking his tongue. Elisif wraps her arms around Rohan's neck, Rohan holding her. They lick each other's lips and flick their tongues, everyone in the room was in silence not sure what was really going on. Rohan was kissing her on how he'd kiss Aela, his mouth embraced hers as if she was his wife. It was deep and romantic.

Rohan opens his eyes and draws back. Elisif puts her finger on his lips, her eyes still closed. She looked to had been thinking, hard. She comes out of her trance, "That is all General, thank you for the Crown." Elisif walks back to her throne and takes a seat.

Rohan was still standing, not sure what do next, "You are dismissed auxiliary." said Elisif as if nothing just happened. Rohan slowly walks back and follows General Tullius out the door.

They were walking back to the Castle, Tullius's face was fixed for he couldn't contemplate on what just happened. Rohan was just as dazed and confused as he was, his fingers on his lips not sure what to feel. "That was something I didn't expect to see from her." said Tullius.

"I know sir, she just went and kissed me."

"I'm not talking about the kiss, I'm talking about how she took in her authority. She showed something instead of flighty kindness, she showed initiative, how the people in the room shuttered at her command. It proved to me that she really can be a leader."

Rohan was a bit surprised too, aside from the kiss Elisif revealed something in her that he would never expect to see. He was always afraid that people were taking advantage of her but after that moment he was convinced she could take care of herself.

They head back to the Castle, legions going into attention as Tullius past. "I'll wait for Rikke to report in on Korvanjund. As of now I'm done with you for the moment." said Tullius, taking a seat back at his desk. "You're free to go for now, come at once when I seek an audience."

"Yes General."

-Windhelm, Palace of Kings

"I knew it!" shouts Ulfric, "I fucking knew it would've been a waste of time!" He throws papers from the table angrily and flips chairs. He was fumed, the Jagged Crown had been taken and there was word that it was sent off to Solitude. "How the fuck did they know?!"

"The imperials have spies all over the place!" said Galmar, "I knew we should of discussed this more private."

"Spies?! Is that your only excuse?! Your men failed me! That's why the blasted legion has the Crown!"

"My men fought for you and died of it!" snarled Galmar, he loathed Ulfric's sensibility to his tactics. It was the only trait he didn't agree on.

"Fucking Tullius!" spat Ulfric, "I swear on my father's grave that I will storm down Solitude's walls and murder that imperial bastard, sending his corpse back to Cyrodiil! And if that fucking bitch think she can have my Crown and take my Throne that I rightfully took from her husband then I will slit her throat myself!" Ulfric was unbearable when angry he would say threatening things even if he didn't mean it. He possibly would kill Tullius but he would never strike Elisif. He knew she wouldn't put up much of a fight.

"It's time we stop playing nice!" barked Galmar.

"You're right" said Ulfric calming down, "It's time we show Skyrim that we literally mean business and I'm fucking tired of asking nice."

"What is our first move?"

"Our first move." Ulfric then grabs dagger and slams it on the table where a map of Skyrim was laid out, he jams the knife perfectly on symbol for Whiterun, "Our first move is to pay a visit to a dear old friend of mine."

-Solitude, the Winking Skeever/ early evening

Hadvar was sitting across Rohan who was eating a big plate of grilled rabbit and steamed cabbage. He was enjoying a good cup of wine as Rohan dined. "How'd your meeting with the Jarl go?"

"You heard about that?" Rohan puts a piece of cabbage in his mouth and chews.

"Of course you came with the Crown, I was expecting you to present it to the Jarl."

Rohan shrugs his eyebrows and continues his meal. Hadvar could tell by the look of Rohan's face that there was more to it. He sets his cup down and leans close so only Rohan was in ear shot, "Did something else happen?"

Rohan swallows his food and reaches for his cup of mead and takes a quick sip before setting it back down. "She kissed me." he said casually and places his fork in the food for another bite. "She what?!" Hadvar's rushes in to a whisper.

"Jarl Elisif kissed me." said again Rohan coolly. Hadvar leans back in his chair still puzzled on what Rohan said. He ponders for a moment and comes up with a legitimate reason why, "She was excited to have the Crown I bet. Hell I would've kissed the nearest person if I found the Jagged Crown in my possession."

"It wasn't about the Crown."

Hadvar's face returns blank again, "Then what was it?!"

Rohan shakes his head and eats his food, "We'll talk about it later." he said with his mouth filled with meat and cabbage. Hadvar wanted to know more but respected Rohan's distance from the subject. He puts his hand in the air, gesturing the bar maid for another drink. The teenage brenton comes over and pours Hadvar some more wine and takes a quick glance of Rohan, trying to really figure out if that was really the Dragonborn dressed as a legion.

"Anything the General said afterwards?"

"Yes that he wish to have an audience with me later."

The crowd in the inn was getting loud as the evening grew darker. More and more people come inside for food, drink and gossip. Hadvar and Rohan notices three thalmor soldiers walk in. They give the soldiers a hard look they walked by. "You think soon as this war ends will take the fight right back to those dominion pricks?" said Hadvar.

"One step at a time friend. It won't be long when drums of war are called again for another round at the Thalmor. And when it comes, I'll be ready." Rohan finishes his mead and dinner and was still in the mood for more. "You want dessert? I'm buying."

"Naw, had a bad pie earlier and it went right through me. Not in the mood for sweets."

Before Rohan could ask the barmaid over an imperial officer comes in and stops the rabble for the moment. "All legion soldiers must report to Castle Dour, there is an emergency."

Hadvar and Rohan looked at each other confused, "What could be happening?" said Hadvar.

"Don't know, come on." said Rohan, he leaves some coin on the table before heading out to the Castle. The streets were filled with legion soldiers as they were heading to report at the castle. It must be a real emergency for legions were saddling up carts and getting prepared. "Marcus!" calls Hadvar to a legion archer, "What's going on?"

"There's been news of a planned attack by Ulfric!"

"Whose he going after?"

"Intel says its Whiterun."

A sharp twang hits Rohan's stomach. Ulfric finally was going to do it. He was going to attack Whiterun, an attack Balgruuf feared more than dragons. He quickly goes inside the castle to speak with Tullius. Tullius was in his war room with Rikke who were discussing plans. Tullius sees Rohan, "Ah Rohan, I was going to send for you."

"Ulfric is planning to attack Whiterun?"

"Not planning, preparing." said Tullius, "He has the men and now fire power to take on Balgruuf and his hold. The Stormcloaks are going to attack Whiterun."

"This is something out of the ordinary for this is the first time Ulfric is going to take a Hold by force. But then again this is something I would expect." said Rikke.

"Ulfric has always gained his territories from the favors of Jarls, we tried many time to reclaim them but came out short."

"Balgruuf doesn't favor Ulfric and he isn't too keen to the legion either." said Rohan.

"Yes I know that, that's why I need you." said Tullius, "You and I both know Balgruuf can't take Ulfric on his own and that's why I need you to go over to Balgruuf and convinced him to comply with our support."

"You're his thane, he'll listen to you." said Rikke.

"Yes but Balgruuf is a hard man to convince."

"Balgruuf may be a difficult man but he isn't stupid." said Tullius, "We've got numbers coming in. Stormcloak units from every territory heading straight to Whiterun. The Pale, Winterhold and now Falkreath and the Reach are having massive platoons ready for the Whiterun border. Balgruuf cannot take on those men without my help."

"So what is it that you want me to tell him?"

"Nothing, just give him this." Tullius hands Rohan a dossier filled with confidential papers. "For the Jarl's eyes only. Head straight to Whiterun, no stops, no breaks. Do no report back until I have an answer."

Rohan observes the wooden capsule, it was seal shut. He puts the dossier in his small satchel, "Yes sir."

"For the Empire." said Tullius.

"For the Empire." said Rohan.

He leaves the Castle and sees more legion soldiers scrambling. They were loading up carts with big crates and getting catapults together. It was surely going to be a battle indeed. "What's going on?" said Hadvar seeing Rohan leave.

"Tullius wants me to warn Jarl Balgruuf and see if we could get a garrison."

"So Whiterun is going to be attacked?!"

"Aye, and right now I'm hoping Balgruuf would do the wise thing and comply. I'm basically from Whiterun and I don't want it seized."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I'll see you on the battlefield." Rohan didn't want Hadvar to follow for he was afraid that Hadvar might hold him back. He quickly runs to the stables for his horse and gallops away. Whiterun was a day and a half away but if Rohan were to keep moving without stops he could possibly make it there in eighteen hours. His horse was straddling as it sprints through the cold wind. For years the stormcloaks were playing the defense but this was the first offense that they were doing and it was going to be big.

-Windhelm, Palace of Kings.

"Troops?" said Ulfric

"We have three thousand from the north, Dawnstar gave us 2000 and Winterhold gave only a thousand. Six thousand from Falkreath and four thousand from the Reach." said Runjar a Stormcloak captain.

"So we have thirteen thousand soldiers." said Ulfric

"Eighteen if you count the five we have plus our heavy artillery." said Galmar.

"Balgruuf doesn't stand a chance." Ulfric ginned.

"My intel says he only has at least ten thousand for his Hold, with no artillery." said Throar another captain.

"But what of the legion?" said Galmar, "He could have support?"

"Balgruuf is to dull and stubborn to let the legion garrison there. He's turned down Tullius's support numerous times." said Ulfric.

"So Whiterun is ripe for the taken?" asked Galmar.

"Yes, we need to take his city without damaging the walls to much. I want his city still intact."

"We can go in from here." says Rinn the last stormcloak captain, he points to a spot on a map of the Whiterun city. "My time as a Whiterun guard has helped me know every crease and crack of the city. There is a tunnel near the creek outside the walls; it leads right near a shut down sewer drain. The drain is in the city, in the Wind district. Thieves and smugglers used to use that tunnel to escape."

"My men can keep the front distracted if you can get your men in the tunnel." said Galmar.

"Whiterun is weak on the left wall, lightly manned and easy to go over." says Throar

"I can get men over there in seconds if given the time." says Runjar.

"Galmar's assault on the front will keep the occupied, but we need to keep them heading out." said Ulfric.

"We've got catapults, ten of them, plus towers." said Rinn.

"The catapults will just be enough to weaken their force." said Runjar.

"And helps us advance further." said Galmar.

Ulfric scratches his chin looking over the plans. He had everything he needs for an assault on Whiterun. No doubt the legion was on to him and he was ready for them as well, he was ready for anything. "Gentlemen, let us continue preparations for the dawn of war is beginning to rise."

-Whiterun, Dragonsreach

Balgruuf was at his throne as usual. There was no request or anything for him. No delegates to speak to, no villagers asking for assistance, nothing. But his mood was nervous, something was going to happen and he didn't know what. The doors of the palace flung open, breaking the silence that aired the room. Rohan comes rushing in, gripping his satchel at his side. Balgruuf was a little precedent to see him come in as a legion; at least he wasn't a stormcloak. "My Jarl, I am here on General Tullius's behalf. It is a matter of dire urgency."

"Urgency? Ha! No doubt the General wants to yet again garrison his troops here. You know my answer Rohan, no."

"My Jarl this is no time bitterness!"

"Then what is it!?"

Rohan hands Balgruuf the dossier. The Jarl pops open the capsule and reads the papers, his face grew shocked and fearful. He didn't know what words to put together. The intel stated that Ulfric is planning to attack his hold and has a vast army coming from the north and the south. "This….this can't be true."

"I've seen heaps of stormcloak units on my way here. I can't believe it myself my Jarl."

"Proventus! What do you think in this matter?"

Proventus takes the papers and reads them. He looked skeptical, totally not convinced at all, "As I all say my Jarl, caution. We must wait and see."

"Prey waits." said Irileth.

"I am that a mind of Irileth." said Balgruuf

"Do you really think we are ready for an attack?" said Proventus.

"No, we're not!" said Hrongar coming in, "We have at least ten thousand men, and do you really think it could take on Ulfric's army. I know he's coming here with twice as many."

"Then whats the harm if we let a few legion to garrison here and puts your men out of harm's way?" alleged Proventus.

"It seems cowardly!" spat Balgruuf.

"Was it cowardly to take the White Gold concordant?" jeered Irileth.

"This again? How many times do I have to tell you?! We had to like it, we were forced!"

"The chests of gold didn't hurt." implied Proventus

"DAMMIT THIS IS NOT ABOUT GOLD!"

"You're right it isn't!" barked Hrongar, "This about you not listening to me! This is about you snubbing people off with your stubbornness! I told you Ulfric was going to attack, I warned you! But you didn't listen! Now he is coming here in a greater force and there's no telling when he comes!"

Balgruuf just glared at his brother, not saying anything. Hrongar was right; Balgruuf should've been more approachable on things, instead his own cautious ways only made things worse.

He sighs, the thought of the Empire stationed in his city, with their high end laws made him quiver. If it was one thing that Balgruuf agreed on with Ulfric is that the Empire really had no business in meddling with Skyrim's affairs. The banning of Talos sickened Balgruuf.

"My lord wait!" jumped Proventus, "Let us see if Ulfric is serious."

"Oh he's serious alright and so am I."

"He was rather straight forward with Torygg." jested Irileth.

"Torygg?!" said Proventus, "Ulfric just went up and murdered the boy!"

"That boy was High King of Skyrim!"

"I am not a boy but I'm no coward!" said Balgruuf.

"It's time to decide!" said Irileth.

"Rohan." said the Jarl in a low and timid tone, "Come here."

Rohan walks forth and kneels. Balgruuf gets a war axe from a rack beside his throne and hands it to Rohan. "Take this to our good friend, the Jarl of Windhelm." Rohan looks at the axe and instantly knew what that meant. By old nord tradition, the Jarls would present their axes to other Jarls in form of asking to battle or show of peace. If the Jarl accepts the axe than it meant peace between the holds but if the Jarl refuses then it meant to do battle.

"And you expect me to just walk in there?" said Rohan.

"Ulfric may be some blood thirsty savage but he still respects our customs. Just give him the axe and you will not be harmed."

"Yes my Jarl, I understand."

"Good, good."

Rohan takes the axe and hurries out the door. There down the stairs was Rami, sitting at her usual spot under the Gildergreen. "Rohan!"

Rohan stops and he sees her running to him.

"Where have you been? Are you wearing legion armor!?"

"Rami yes, I'm legion now. I don't have time to talk." Rohan tries quickly walk to the front gate but Rami follows. "Aela was right, she told me you went the joined the war but didn't know which side."

"Yes that's great but really need to go!"

"But Rohan…

"Hey!" Rohan stops and turns to her, "I can't talk right now! We'll talk later!"

Rami just lets out a huff and watches him leave, "If I see you carried in the temple I'm not helping you!" Rohan just gives her a quick with his back turn, making his way out the city. He gets on his horse and the steed gallops twice as fast, heading to Eastmarch.

-Windhelm.

A stormcloak was standing at her usual spot, on top of the watchtower on the bridge that lead to the city. It was nearing midnight and the city was bustling, soldiers were preparing for an attack and the city was busy with gathering up remaining supplies and many platoons were heading out to Whiterun. The stormcloak was sitting on a chair, her helmet off revealing her young face. The air was chilly and the wind stung her cheeks. She was nudging off to sleep when a figure suddenly catches her eye. She got off her chair and leaned over the wall for a closer look. It looked to be a man in legion armor coming off his horse and walking over the bridge.

"Legion!" she yelled, archers suddenly went at the ready aiming at the man.

"I'm unarmed!" said Rohan raising his hands in the air, "I come to bear a message."

Guards rush to him, weapons drawn pointing directly at him. "You gotta a lot of balls walking in here with that imperial hide on milk drinker!" said a stormcloak, his sword inches from Rohan's face.

"I'm here not to fight." said Rohan calm and low, "I have a message from Whiterun."

The stormcloak still looked not convinced, "Search him!" he commanded.

The surrounding guards pat Rohan down, going through the pouches of the belt on his armor, a stormcloak grabs the axe that was holstered behind Rohan. "Thought you said you came unarmed?" sneered the stormcloak.

"I did, that axe is the message."

"For who?!"

"The Jarl. You all being so down to tradition nords I'm sure you would know what that means." Rohan kept a friendly smile. The stormcloak wasn't smiling he was glaring and sneering his teeth from behind his helm. "Take him to Ulfric." Two guards grab Rohan by the arms and drags him inside; another guard follows with the axe. People stopped to see the legion being dragged inside in the city and into the palace. The palace was filled with stormcloak captains; they all stopped talking when Rohan entered. Ulfric sees Rohan and smiles clicking his tongues, "Such a pity that the Dragonborn chose the wrong side."

"My Jarl, this legion comes here saying he carries a message from Whiterun."

"Oh, what is it then?"

Rohan motioned his head to the guard who was holding the axe. Ulfric looks and sees the axe in the stormcloak's hands and takes it. He observes the axe nodding his head. "Alright then Balgruuf." He tosses the axe to ground in front of Rohan. "My jarl." says a stormcloak drawing her blade and placing it over Rohan, "Shall I kill this milk drinking shit!"

"No you idiot!" barked Ulfric, "Take that axe back to your Jarl legion, Tell him I reject his message."

Rohan nods and takes the axe, "We'll be seeing you soon."

Ulfric just smiles maliciously, "Sooner than you think."

Word from the writer: What you think? I'm not making Elisif the love interest but I do want her to play a supportive character to Rohan. Yeah she has a crush on him but Rohan isn't so taken from her, he she's attractive and quite the catch but her status as a Jarl and soon High Queen is a little threatening to him, don't worry you'll find out. R/R please and THANKS FOR READING! : )