A Dragonborn by any other name

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Back on Mundus...

The room was silent, to the point where one couldhear a pin drop. The first thing to break the silence was not speech,but movement, as the Imperial steward dropped to one knee, followedby the Housecarl, and the guards. Soon, Guenevere was standing alone,facing the seated Jarl, who had his head in one hand.

"I woke up this morning, thinking the worst I'dhave to deal with was Redguard acting suspicious at the gates and afew overzealous farmers complaining about the cold. Now, not only hasa dragon burnt down Helgen, but we are attacked by a differentdragon, which is killed by none other than the suddenly appearingDragonborn of Legends and the secret heir to the throne for over 200years.... where to begin?"

"Maybe begin with the fact that I'm not thebest choice for the throne. Look at me. We're not long past the GreatWar, and I am mostly Altmer for the first. The second, I apparentlyhave a job to do here. 'Secret Heir' or not, the dragons are thegreater issue. Plus, me taking the throne would make the currentcivil war situation worse, even if I was to tear up the White-GoldConcordant. And third, I am not here to cause a war of succession. Iam not the best fit for the throne, and I do not want it."Gwen's entire posture was strained. She didn't want this. She didn'tneed this. She had only said what she had to in order to be takenseriously. The Jarl looked up, breathing a deep sigh.

"I do not like to say it, but people are goingto compare you to Talos. You have been called to High Hrothgar by theGreybeards as he once was. I shall ensure your secret does not leavethese walls, but others will not be so careful. You will be foundbefore long. Titus Mede is old. He has no children, no heirs. You arenot going to have much choice, I fear, about taking the throne."The declaration was met with a sigh, as the Amulet was hidden belowclothing once more.

"What will come will come, but for now, I havework to do. How do I get to this High Hrothgar?"

Not long afterwards, she was finally free of theuncomfortable situation, and, after a stop at the Meadery to look forinformation on how it had started so quickly, on a carriage toRiften. She needed to report back on her job after all, and tell theGuild... something. That she would be away for a while, obviously.Mercer wouldn't be happy, but fuck him, dragons attacking Skyrim werejust a bit more important. She could do a couple jobs while she goteverything together for a journey, the carriages didn't go toIvarstead after all, but they would have to be in Riften. Or, shesupposed, Ivarstead itself.

Returning to Black-Briar was a chore unto itself,which had raised more questions than she felt comfortable answering,though she managed to mostly deflect them. It was then she decidedthat she would talk to the Guild in the morning. They deserved toknow part of the story after all, but only once she had slept. Sheneeded to thing on how to phrase her story without giving away toomuch.