Ulfric wasn't yelling, he wasn't throwing a tantrum or displaying any sort of fit. No curse words, no bad names to the soldiers, no furniture or other objects thrown, and no punches swung at the nearest person. He was sitting on his throne like any Jarl, seeing audiences with the people of his hold and being courtly as ever. This was quite shocking to Galmar because they just lost a battle and half their army in Whiterun. In fact when Galmar returned with the bad news all Ulfric did was nod casually as if he knew it was going to happen. Ulfric was seeing his last scheduled request from a villager, it was a long day and Ulfric had other pressing things to do. "Fishing in Eastmarch is hard but coming here begging as if I have every single coin to give out is an unearthing display." said Ulfric.

"But my Jarl please, our nets are not just tending to stay tight, we need more twine and we are low." The fisherman was a teenage nord, he had flat brown hair and his face was red from the sting of the cold.

"Are you a beggar?!"

"Wha...excuse me my Jarl?"

"A BEGGAR!"

"N…n…no my Jarl."

"Then why did you come here begging for me to fix your nets?"

"My Jarl please, twine is hard to get here and I can't go to Riften due to the imperial checkpoint and…..

"Enough!" Ulfric, gestures his hand to one of his aids, the aid goes over to the fisherman and gives him ten septims. "That should be enough for you to by jute and cotton, where you will make it into twine!"

"Th…th…thank you my Jarl."

"This is not a charity house! I am a Jarl not a priest! Do not come to my palace again begging!"

"I won't my Jarl, thank you!"The fisherman scurries off like a scared child.

Ulfric groans and gets up from his throne walking to his office upstairs, Galmar follows behind. They go into a big room with walls covered in bookcases and a warm fire place. Ulfric takes a seat at his desk; a servant comes and puts a small platter of tea and sweet rolls on his desk and leaves. Galmar was just standing, watching Ulfric stare out the window. The silence happens for a long minute and Ulfric finally speaks, "We need to get rid of him."

"How!? The boy can handle himself in fight like never before, I saw him first hand single handily take out a good group of my men alone. He can't be stop; if any one tries to get close to him he'll might shout them into Oblivion or slings his bone swords into them."

"Yes, but as long as Rohan fights on Tullius's side we will never win this war! He gives a since of presence among the men, not just Tullius's but mine as well. The legion's revere him, while my own men fear him. You know it's true!"

Galmar did knew, he would hear the talk amongst the soldiers. How they would say that they hope they don't fight the dragonslayer, or that all hope is lost now that Dragonborn has taken the Empire's side. How was Galmar going to deal with it? How was he going to show that they have a strong force as well? "What do we need to do?! He already has taken their side, we can't persuade him not to fight!"

"Yes and that is why need to wipe him personally out the picture."

"Are you saying kill him?!"

"WHAT ELSE AM I SAYING?!"

"Ulfric we are NORDS! We are warriors! We face our foes head on in the battlefield! We do not allow thieves and assassins take care of our problems!"

"I'm not saying call the Dark Brotherhood, I'm saying take him out in a cleaner manner. Subduing him so he can't fight anymore."

"Then what do you have in mind them? I want him gone just as much as you do but if you're thinking about hiring some knife slinger and cut his throat when he sleeps then…..

"SLEEP! That's it! Take him out cold!"

Galmar was now confused on what Ulfric was getting at, it was almost frightening him. He walks closer and leans over Ulfric's desk. "What are you talking about?"

"Get me a cat from one of those caravans. I know for sure those Kahjiits know some things about comatose ailments."

-Solitude, Castle Dour

Rohan and Hadvar stood in attention in front of Tullius who was sitting at his desk, writing down some forms and other documents. Rikke was standing behind Tullius in a happy mood, knowing they just won a serious battle and the allegiance of Whiterun; Tullius would be giving praises and congratulating them. A break from his usual serious and brooding manner. Tullius continued to write not looking up, "Securing Whiterun and winning over the Jarl has shown a grand stand point in our central flank and now Ulfric will think twice about offensive assaults on our territories. Rikke has told me that the both of you distinguish yourselves in the battlefield more than any soldier. Hadvar….

"Yes sir!"

"I am promoting you to Praefact. And Rohan….

"Sir!"

"Your rank as an auxiliary has ended you will be now Quaestor."

"Thank you sir!" said Rohan and Hadvar at the same time.

"You two remain under Legate Rikke's guard and will be personally be reporting not just her but to me as well. For your talents should not be wasted as regular soldiers, especially you Quaestor Rohan."

"Yes sir!"

-Later that day

"We need to make a full assault on Ulfric's territory, I promised Balgruuf that'll get those Stormcloak flanks off him. We'll start with the Pale, to the north." said General Tullius. He was going over battle plans with Rikke.

"I know where stormcloaks are stationed." said Rikke, "Here at Fort Dunstand."

"How many do you think are garrisoned there?" said Tullius.

"Not sure, but my Intel has stated that they lost a lot of troops during the battle at Whiterun, but my guesses are to at least 1500."

"Well be sending three thousand just in case. Have your men ready by morning, you'll be moving out to make camp the next day." said Tullius.

"Yes General." said Rikke

-Windhelm.

The flower was white, had red dots on its petals, and it had a strong buttery smell to it. Ulfric feels the texture, it was soft. Galmar stood beside him with his arms cross, he couldn't believe Ulfric was doing this. Taking a man out of a fight poisoning him was extremely out of Ulfric and Galmar' character. "Careful sire. The flower is upmost delicate." says a Kahjiit witch doctor named Kaassi. She and two Kahjiit body guards were part of a small caravan traveling along the banks from the Rift to Eastmarch. "So this is the powder blood daisy?" said Ulfric.

"Yes my lord, it's grown only in the Black Marshes, the orcs use it to handle bad fevers and in some cases it's used to handle Brain Rot, only just a little is consumed." said Kaassi.

"What if you consume too much?" asked Ulfric.

"Then…the side effects could be very severe. The saying is this, the Petals are eight and only two you must take. For if you take more, a sleep you won't wake."

"Basically you would fall into a coma." said Ulfric.

"Correct sire."

Ulfric draws his attention back to the flower. It was long and its petals were big and fluffy. "Perfect" he says, "Galmar pay the cat on whatever price she names. After that get me a soldier, a young one." Galmar pays the kahjiit without saying a word and then goes and fetches a young soldier. He comes back with a girl, she around an average woman height, she had dark blonde hair and light brown eyes, "How old are you?" said Ulfric.

"Nineteen my lord."

"What is your name?"

"Joldi, like my mother."

"Good, are willing to win this fight? No matter what?"

"Yes my lord, I will die for my homeland if I have to, Skyrim will never be free until she is released from the Empire's grasp and you stand as her High King."

"Good, soldier, good. Tell me who Rohan Satilus is."

"He is the Dragonborn who saved us from the World Eater."

"Yes, but what is he now."

"A dog that doesn't deserves to live with the mighty blood of the dragon."

"And why is that?"

"For he turned his back on Skyrim, he turned his back on his heritage and kills his own kinsmen by smiting them down with his shouts."

"Would you kill Rohan?"

"Yes!" Joldi hissed with a hint of rage, "I will jam my sword right into his throat! I will give you his head if you commanded me too!"

"It's not his head I want, you see this flower?"

"Yes my lord, I do."

"I want you to give him this too him."

Joldi was confused, "Ex…excuse me my Jarl, I don't kno…

"I want you to put this in his food."

"Poison him?! I'm sorry my Jarl but to me poisoning someone is a cowardly way into dealing with your enemies."

"She shares my opinion." said Galmar

"We're not poisoning him! We are putting him out, immobilizing him, stopping him from every picking up a sword. We are putting him to sleep." said Ulfric.

"Call it whatever!" barked Galmar, "It still seems sneaky, harming a man without him noticing."

"Do you have a better plan? Hmm, let's hear is Galmar. Come on! My ears are dying to hear your ideas!"

Galmar just snorted and stayed silent.

"Joldi!"

Joldi turn her attention right back to Ulfric.

"You said you would do anything to win this war. This is it, now will you do it?"

Joldi thinks hard and picks up the flower, examining it. "Yeeeees, my Jarl."

"Good, now follow my instructions carefully."

-The Pale few miles hidden away from Fort Dunstand

The camp was being set up quickly. Tents and bedrolls were already propped up and a camp fire was being set up. Legions unpack the carriages and supplies and weapons were being hand out. Rikke was in her captain's tent with a big table inside with maps and plans scattered across it. She and Legate Constantius were going over battle plans with Hadvar and Rohan. "The fort is heavily guarded along the front and the right, there's archers all along the way." said Rikke.

"We need to get men through the front, Praefact Hadvar you are going to lead the men on the right and handle the archers just enough so I can get the front's barrier down." said Constantius, "Quaestor Rohan, you will lead the attack in the front. Once the barrier is down and infiltrated the fort, I and Legate Rikke will lead the rest of the men inside."

"We are doing a clean house, once we siege the fort, Skald will have no choice but to surrender Dawnstar and hand it over Brina Merillis. A strong stern woman and a friend to the Empire, she was once a revered Legate back in her day." said Rikke, "You know the plans are you up for it?"

"That fort is as good as ours Legate." said Rohan.

"Good, get ready and have the men moving, the General says that he wants good news by the time he starts his breakfast."

"Yes, Legate." said Hadvar and Rohan. They both leave the tent and get ready for the battle. Rohan goes to his things and takes out both his dragonbone swords, seeing he decides to use two instead of one for now on. He rolls the hilt of the swords in his hands, twirling the blades a little. Hadvar whistles at the impressive craftsmanship of the swords, "So you grew up a black smith's boy huh?"

"That's all I ever learned."

"Ever thought about making that your trade?"

"At first yeah, when I was a boy I wanted to become one. Have my own shop and everything. But I found it more fun to use a sword than to make one."

"You know you never really told me why you came here and how you ended up in that ambush back at Helgen."

Rohan just twirls his sword a bit more before sheathing them, "I tell you later after the fight." The camp had finished being put together and the preparations for the battle was already set to order. It was time for a meal. The legion would always eat before a battle, it always served as an energy boost and a way to know what they have last eaten if they were to die in battle. Bowls of slop was handed out to each soldier. An orc and a nord girl were serving the meals. The soldiers were groaning at the lumpy slop that was handed to them. "Oh shut it!" snorted the orc, "You act like you never ate this before."

"I believe no one has!" joked a soldier and everyone laughs. The nord girl hands Hadvar and Rohan a bowl. "Why don't you have pretty brown eyes." said Rohan to the girl. She just smiles at him faintly before walking off. Hadvar forces down the slop as he eats a spoon, and Rohan tastes his thoroughly. It had quite a buttery taste to it. It actually gave off some flavor that made Rohan finish his entire bowl.

-Later that day, Fort Dunstand

A Stormcloak was sitting at his usual post on top of one of the platforms of the wall surrounding the fort. It was a boring day, there was nothing to do. The soldiers would just wait for further orders but nothing was coming in. Nothing, just snow and the usual bear getting into the food larder. The Stormcloak quickly notices a flick of light coming from the woods, as if it was a flame. A sudden zip happens and an arrow flies right into the stormcloak's heart, killing him and causing him to flip over the wall and crash into the stables. Another stormcloak sees and blows his battle horn, alerting everyone. Legion soldiers come bursting out from the woods, "YAAAARRRHH!" they charge. Archers shoot at them not noticing the second flank coming to the front. The barricade falls down and the more legion comes pouring in, Rohan leading the pack. Rohan gets to his knees and slides on the powdery snow both swords drawn. Stormcloaks come at him. He strikes with his right, cutting a stormcloak's leg off and then strikes with his left cutting at another stormcloak, disemboweling him. "Bring the ladders up!" yells Hadvar.

A line of legion comes with ladders and puts them up against the wall, climbing them. Legions were coming all over, surrounding the fort. Rikke comes charging in from the back on her horse, bringing a huge cavalry.

The Stormcloaks were completely surrounded a mass of imperial legion comes swarming in. Swords, axes, mace, and hammers were clashing as the battle drew on. The ground filled with bodies of legion and stormcloaks and a few horses. The stormcloaks were putting up a good fight as they kept their defenses up with arrows from the left side of the fort. Rikke lead the men to the left, blocking arrows with her shield and chopping off at stormcloaks who dared to come near her.

Hadvar was keeping the right flank guarded, as the remaining legions were going up the ladders, "Come on! Keep pushing!" The last went up and Hadvar climbed a ladder fast and jumped over the wall onto the high platform, "YAAAAA!" he screamed charging at the stormcloak archers, killing them off one by one. He bashes hard with his shield, pushing one off the ledge and then draws his bow, shooting off the ones who were coming out of the second floor of the fort.

Rohan was finishing off the rest down below. He swings himself to his left and counters. With a swift move he cuts at a stormcloak's throat. He then ducks down and makes a stormcloak accidently kill a stormcloak behind Rohan with an axe swing. Rohan comes back up with a sharp strike up the stormcloak, slicing his face. Something felt weird with him, his body was feeling fuzzy. His eyesight was going dark then bright then dark as if he was about to pass out. More stormcloaks were coming toward Rohan. He sees a giant barrel of mead rested on the side of the fort. "HAVE A DRINK!" He kicks off the nozzle making strong honeyed wine spew from the barrel onto the stormcloaks, soaking them. "YOL!" shouts Rohan, the fire burst into serious flames on the mead covered stormcloaks, burning them to death. Seeing more coming out of the building, Rohan charges over, blocking with his left sword and attacking with his right. He kept up both a good offense and defense but his body was feeling not like its self. Rohan felt like he was going to black out any minute, something was terribly wrong.

"RETREAT!"Yells a stormcloak. The stormcloaks begin to flee some not making it out from the gates as legion archers taking them down. "Let one live to flee." said Rikke, "We need one to deliver the message to Skald. THAT FORT DUNSTAND IS OURS!"

"YARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH!" cheered the legion. Hadvar hops down and pats some soldiers on the back. He walks over to Rohan who looked pale and was breathing heavily. "Rohan? Rohan are you okay!?" Hadvar run to him. Rikke turns to see the commotion, "Quaestor!" she runs to join Hadvar and sees to Rohan. He was turning even paler and sweat was soaking his face and Rikke knew it wasn't from the fight. "Rohan what's wrong?" said Rikke she sounded more of a concerned parent than a legate, "Breathe!"

"I…am" said Rohan before passing completely out. Hadvar catches him before he could touch the ground. He checks his pulse, it was fine, then Rohan's heartbeat that was fine too. He could feel Rohan exhaling naturally from his nose. "What's going on!" says some soldiers.

"Is he hit!?"

Rikke and Hadvar check all over Rohan to see if he was injured but not scratch was on him. "We need to take him back to the camp, he might be exhausted." said Rikke. But no it wasn't the case.

-Three weeks later

News had stricken Skyrim, hard. It was rumored that Rohan Satilus, the Dragonborn of legend was dead. People were crying some stormcloak sympathizers were cheering seeing that they now have a chance knowing that the legion's best soldier was out of commission. Rohan wasn't dead but he wasn't alive neither. He was in a coma, sleeping. But it won't be long till his body soons go unstable and he dies in his sleep, he'll starve to death or maybe his muscles will draw weak and his lungs stop working. He was taken to the Temple of Kynareth were he was given a bed in a room locked away from the noisy rabble. Rami sat beside him, her eyes red with tears. It was terrible to see him in this state. Eyes closed, not moving or anything. It almost seemed if he was dead. His hair had grown a little, and Rami brushed the side of it. "Please, please wake up! I beg your Rohan open your eyes please!" She buried her face on Rohan's side, sobbing. They tried everything, hitting him, burning his toes, strong elixirs, they even asked someone from the College of Winterhold to come down. Nothing, all the magic and potions couldn't wake him from his slumber.

Aela would come and visit occasionally, she would sit there for a good hour not saying anything and just leave casually, her face showing no emotion; but Vilkas could hear her sobbing in her room at night. Lydia would come by sadden to see her thane in such a state, Balgruuf, Hadvar, Rikke, everyone who Rohan befriended would come by to see if he awoke but they all left disappointed.

Rami was wiping a warm soapy rag on Rohan's face and down on his chest. She liked to make sure he was clean and changed him into to fresh clothes. She took a brush and brushed back his short smoothed hair, his scruff was turning into a 5 o'clock shadow beard. He looked so peaceful when sleeping. Rami smiled a bit, he looked so handsome. "What are you dreaming about?" she said with a soft whisper. She takes his hand and places it against her face, feeling his warmness. He was alive but he wasn't there, not fully. Rami leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Remember how we met?" she whispered in his ear.

The temple doors went open and Danica turns to see Falk Firebeard, Bolgier Bearclaw, Sybille Stentor and Jarl Elisif including some Palace aids. "Jarl Elisif so great for you to come!" said Danica brushing her robe off. Elisif walks in further from her entourage and looks around at the injured soldiers. They were on cots, wrapped in bandages, hurt, sick and dying. Elisif kneels down to the side of cot where a young nord legion soldier was lying on. His right eye was gone, he had band ages wrapped around his arms and chest, the boy was shivering from his pain. "Jarl…Elisif…it's an honor to meet you." Elisif brushes the boy's curly blonde hair back and smiled, "Please, calm yourself. What is your name my dear?"

"My name is Fjolfr, my Jarl."

"Can you tell me where you are from Fjolfr?"

"Hjaalmarch, my lady. I grew up as a fisherman with my father."

Elisif kept a calm face, like nurturing mother tending to her sick child, "I'll make sure you'll go back to fishing with your father again Fjolfr." She waves her to one her aids, and one of them comes over to give Fjolfr a health potion. "We have heard that you are running low on supplies." said Sybille to Danica, "And we are here to help."

"Oh thank you so much! We are heavenly grateful. May Kynareth bless you all!" beamed Danica. Falk ushers the aids to bring in the crates filled with medical supplies and potions. The inventory was now full at the temple. Elisif gets up and walks over to Danica, "I want to see him." Danica knew who Elisif meant, "Oh yes, he's in here in one of the private rooms. My apprentice Rami is tending to him." Danica lead Elisif to the back and opens the door to the small room. Rami was sitting next to the bed when she quickly gets up and sees Danica and Elisif come in. "Mother Pure-spring, and Jarl…Jarl Elisif! I just finish giving Rohan a bath. I…I… I'll go tend to the other soldiers." She quickly hurries out of the room.

"Her and Rohan are very close, so she's been very emotional lately." said Danica.

"I believe everyone is Priestess Pure-spring." said Elisif looking at Rohan resting on his bed, "May I have some time alone?"

"Of course Jarl Elisif. Let me know if you need anything." Danica leaves the room before closing the door. Elisif goes to the door and locks it, not wanting to be disturbed. She walks slowly to the bed and sits on in it leaning over Rohan. How soundly he looked he wasn't making a noise or nothing. He was unconscious for sure. Elisif felt nothing but sadness but no tears were coming, she just rub her thumb on the side of Rohan's face and stared at him.

"My hero, my poor hero. Ulfric did this to you. But you are strong, stronger than him. You will wake up and you will fight, and we will win this war because of you." She then leans closer to his face and kisses him deeply on the lips, "I know you will. Your soul might not be connected to your body, but your body is much alive." She then unbuttons the front of her noble robes and begins to undress, "This is possibly going to be the only chance we will ever get to do this."

Word from the writer: Okay I kept re doing this chapter over and over and decided I'm going to put this into to two parts so expect the second one soon. Hope you like this one and tell what you think, maybe on some things to improve on or some ideas. R/R and THANKS FOR READING! : )