Some people are wanting Harry to be the Dragonborn. I'll consider it, may have to figure out how to work it in

thank you all for reading this far, and I apologize for my lack of a schedule

Chapter 3: A Mysterious Audience

The early morning sun cast a warm, golden glow as Harry stirred from his sleep to the sound of a persistent knock on his door. Yawning and stretching, he quickly remembered his unfamiliar surroundings. "Coming," he called out groggily.

The door creaked open, and the Guard Captain entered, his demeanor a mix of determination and readiness. "Good morning, Harry," he greeted with a nod. "Time to get up. We've got an audience with the Jarl."

Harry rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. "Isn't it a bit early for an audience?"

The Guard Captain chuckled softly. "Aye, it is, but the Jarl is a busy man. He's agreed to meet you now."

With a splash of cold water on his face, Harry readied himself and followed the Guard Captain through the winding halls of Dragonsreach. The grandeur of the palace, with its towering banners and ornate pillars, left him in awe. It was a far cry from the mundane life he had known.

In the main chamber, the Jarl sat on his throne, flanked by advisors and guards. The Guard Captain exchanged words with the Jarl before motioning for Harry to step forward.

"Ah, the portal traveler," the Jarl greeted, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Your Grace," Harry said with a respectful nod.

The Guard Captain explained, "This is Harry. He arrived through a portal, much like the others."

Leaning back in his throne, the Jarl steepled his fingers. "Indeed, a curious phenomenon. We must thank the Divines for guiding you to our land."

With a nod, the Jarl dismissed them, giving the Guard Captain a nod of approval. "Take him to Farengar Secret-Fire. Our court wizard may offer insights."

They made their way to Farengar's study, where the court wizard was engrossed in his work. "Ah, the Guard Captain and our new guest," Farengar greeted, his attention divided between his notes and the newcomers.

The Guard Captain cleared his throat, capturing Farengar's focus. "Farengar, this is Harry. He arrived through a portal incident."

Farengar's eyes lit up with interest as he turned to Harry. "Indeed? A portal traveler, you say? A most intriguing occurrence."

After a series of questions and magical examinations, Farengar concluded, "Physically, you appear unharmed by the journey. But the nature of the portals remains a mystery. I must admit, I lack the knowledge to return you to your world."

Harry's shoulders slumped. "So, I'm stranded here."

Farengar offered a sympathetic nod. "It would seem so. However, your arrival may hold the key to uncovering this enigma."

The Guard Captain added, "We found him near an odd anomaly. We'll investigate further."

With a glimmer of hope, Harry resolved to assist in any way he could. As they left Farengar's study, the Guard Captain assured Harry, "We'll leave no stone unturned and keep you informed of our progress."

Stepping outside the palace, they reached the base of the Dragonreach steps. The Guard Captain turned to Harry, his expression softened. "Harry, explore Whiterun, familiarize yourself with our city. I have my duties, but our paths will cross again."

With a warm smile, he placed a small sack of coins in his hand, leaving Harry to his own devices. Breathing in the crisp morning air, Harry surveyed the bustling city. Whiterun was a tapestry of new experiences, and he was eager to explore its every corner.

Walking through the market square, Harry overheard several conversations. Some mention of a bard? He found himself drawn to a fruit and vegetable stall. The vendor, a kindly woman, was arranging her offerings with care.

"Good day," she greeted cheerfully. "A splendid variety of fresh produce."

"Hello," Harry replied, returning her smile. "You mentioned a bard?"

The woman's smile faded a touch. "Ah, that's a tale. A bard's been causing quite a stir, pestering me for a date. It's made everyone uncomfortable. I thought I'd have to call the guards."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Harry said sympathetically.

The woman chuckled softly. "Don't worry, dear. It's not your concern. I shouldn't be discussing such matters with a young lad like you."

Moving on, Harry ventured into the inn to rest. Just as he entered, a brawl erupted between two men. The innkeeper swiftly quelled the chaos, ushering the brawlers outside. They reluctantly agreed, passing Harry in a hurry as they glared at each other.

Amid the commotion, Harry spotted the bard from the market, regaling patrons with tales of his romantic conquests. "And then she practically begged me to come to her room," the bard boasted, his chest puffed out with pride.

Determined to intervene, Harry approached the bard's table.

"Excuse me," Harry said firmly.

The bard looked up, his arrogance replaced by annoyance. "What do you want, kid?"

"I want you to stop harassing the woman at the fruit and vegetable stall," Harry stated, his gaze unwavering.

The armored man next to the Bard placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, making his intent clear. "Are you sure you're mature enough to be meddling in adult affairs, boy?" He asked. Though his helmet covered most of his face, Harry saw his eyes were red and his skin a grayish hue.

"More mature than a perverted Bard and a drunkard with a sword." Harry replied snidely, causing the warrior to start standing.

The innkeeper stepped in, her stern look directed at the bard's friend. "He's right. We don't tolerate trouble here."

With a reluctant sigh, the bard's friend withdrew his hand from his hilt. The innkeeper continued, "And you," she said to the bard, "play or leave."

The bard reluctantly picked up his lute, glaring at Harry. "Whatever kid, I'll leave her alone." And then he began drunkenly singing a tale about some man named Ragnar the Red.

The innkeeper, turning towards Harry, sighed tiredly. "Thank you for what you were trying to do, but you're still just a boy, be more careful." She then handed him some sort of honey sweet.

With a sense of satisfaction, Harry moved away from the table, his spirits lifted by the small victory. Leaving the inn, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him, the taste of his triumph nearly as sweet as the snack he now held in his hand.

As he made his way out, he visited the vendor and told her the bard should be leaving her alone now.

"Why aren't you just a little gentleman, my knight, huh? Here, take some of these for your troubles." She gently handed him a few coins, the same ones the guard captain had given him. "Now don't be getting into anymore trouble, young man" she told him, only half serious.

As Harry walked away, he added the money to his pouch, glad he was able to get some more money despite it being his first full day here. With what the Captain gave him, he now had 13 coins. Maybe life here in Whiterun won't be too bad, Harry caught himself thinking.

Idrk where I'm taking the story rn, so I think I'm gonna be taking a while to plan all of this more.

Thank y'all for being so kind