I walk towards DragonsReach. I can't wait to meet the jarl! I walk to the front the doors. They are very heavy so I have to ask the guards for assistance in opening it. They open it with ease. The door creaks as it swings inward. I walk in, my hide boots clack on the floor with each step.
I attempt to walk to the jarl but a dark elf in leather armor stops me. The elf smiles down at me.
"Do you have business with the Jarl." She stifles her giggle.
"Move aside. I've come to speak to the Jarl, not his pet." She looked offended.
"Pardon me?" I ignore her and walk past.
"Hello Jarl Balgruuf.... I am here to grace you with my presence!" I laugh and put out my hand to be shaken.
"I have no time to concern myself with a child." He scoffs.
"But I am not a mere child. I am the daughter of the rightful High king of Skyrim!"
"Ah, you are undoubtedly Ulfric's daughter."
"Are you friends?"
"You could say that." He laughs. "Now what do you need?"
"I, Novus Borlok Storm-cloak, am here to meet the Jarl of Whiterun."
"I am honored" he laughs once again.
"What is so funny?"
"I want to know how a Nord such as Ulfric had an elf baby." He points to my ears.
"I'm adopted..." I blush.
"Ah, now I am a busy man. You should be on your way." He waves me off.
"Hmph! You should be honored and bow before my mere presence. I am going to leave, not because you told me too, but because I want too!" I cross my arms and signal my maid to follow me. How dare he! I can't believe he would just wave me off like that. I am royalty. Whatever, he better not do it again!
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Daughter of Sheogorath
FantasyWhen Novus is a baby her father, The daedric prince of madness, Sheogorath brings her down to earth to live with a good friend. What happens to Novus when she is raised by a maniac named Ulfric Stormcloak. Follow her story. I do not own Skyrim or Th...
