Murder in the Throne Room

Chapter 2

"M'lady, we have a problem" said Anuriel, the Jarl's steward.

"What happened?" asked the Jarl, not able to keep the urgency out of her voice.

The throne room fell silent. It was a vast room. A fireplace the size of a bathtub took up the first portion of the room. Around it sat a dining table with only the finest of foods. But the jewel of the room was the oak wood, throne, royal flowing greens tailored to the back of the chair and was seated under ceilings that touched the sky.

"We found a body. It appears to be Balimund the blacksmith." said Anuriel, scared, "He was stabbed. But it looked like magic was used as well. We're waiting for our court mage to clear up the details, but this is the sixth body this week. And its only Friday."

"Well we can't do anything. All of our guards our out fighting the war." Barked the Jarl. "Please Anuriel I'm very tired. Let's just talk about this tomorrow."

Jarl Laila law-giver got up from her throne and went up the cold, stone stairs into her bed chambers. Laila was a hardy woman, she was older and had frown lines but her piercing blue eyes and fiery red hair were quite an oddity in Skyrim, the plane of existence that men and elves inhabit.

Laila changed into her bed clothes and got into bed, hoping that tomorrow a citizen or, even better, a guard would come in with the perpetrators of this horrendous crime and once again the people of Riften could be at peace.

However.... the next day would be a dark day in Riften history.