Skyrim One-Shots, Ships, & More! (Original Edition)

Ulfric x Imperial!Reader: "Your clothes are more expensive than my house"

I have a really weird obsession with Ulfric x Reader stories. I have no clue why....ANYWAYS, onto the story!

"I think you forget that your cloak is more expensive than my entire house, Ulfric," I said as I handed my longtime lover, Ulfric, his bear-pelt cloak. (is it even bear pelt? Idk) "I know that. That's why I want you to stay at the palace rather than this run-down shack." He told me as he swung it on. "Well, I happen to like my run-down shack. You can keep your stone beds, and I'll keep my hay beds." I shot back and gave him a playful grin. "I have to be going, Snow-Hammer. War things to plan out. We're going to be marching on Whiterun soon." He said, then hastily left. 

As I laid on my very uncomfortable hay bed, I thought about which side of the war I was on. I was a die-hard Imperial, and for a good reason too. They might want to ban the worship of Talos, but at least they weren't racist against elves and argonians. 

Ignoring that, I got up from my bed, and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, and hastily scribbled down a note for a messenger to send to Solitude. I tied it with the nearest string I could find, then shoved it and a sack of gold into the hands of an off-duty courier. After they went off on their journey, I returned to my home and fell into bed. 

The next day, while I was still getting ready for the day, I heard three loud thuds on my front door. Suprised that it didn't break, I pulled my (shirt/dress/tunic) on and went to answer the door. 

Standing outside of my sad excuse for a house, three or four heavily armed and armoured guards stood there, with the one in front holding a small paper in their hand. "Whatcha need, boys? Surely I didn't do anything." I said innocently, knowing fully well that I told the Empire that Ulfric was going to attack Whiterun. 

"There's been word that you have ratted out the Stormcloak's plan to march on Whiterun. We are here to escort you to the jails." They told me. "I did no such thing! Why would the Jarls other half rat him out like that?" I protested. 

The guard sighed, then pulled out a copy of the letter I had written and sent off with that courier. "I can explain that, sir. It was for a fr-" I said, but was cut off when the guard grabbed me and pulled me from the safety of my home. "Save it for Ulfric, you damned (race other than Nord cuz nords don't put down other nords)," 

"These cells are rather awful. It would be nice to have a window view." I said as I sat against the bars of the rather cramped cell I was almost literally thrown into. The guard scoffed and walked to the far side of the jails, away from me. 

A few days later, another guard came by and unlocked the door on my cell. I stood, and pressed myself against the back wall, hoping that I might be able to dash by and lock them in if I managed to get out. The guard sighed when they noticed my intent and called another guard to watch the door as they came and dragged me out. The other came over, and the original guard stepped in, grabbed my arm, and began to drag me out of my cell forcefully. 

Once we got to the main room of the palace, I noted the multiple guards stationed by each door, and even more surrounding Ulfric's throne, which he was currently slumped on. 

"Ulfric. Nice to see you again, darling." I said smoothly, hoping to get some reaction from the stone cold man. "Y/n. Snow-Hammer. Whatever. You have been accused of smuggling information out to Solitude on our recent march to Whiterun. How do you plead?" He said plainly, and rather coldly. 

"Guilty as charged. I take no pride in the act, but if it spares the life of innocent folk, then by Talos I'll warn the entire providence." I said. Some of the guards looked to Ulfric to hear his response, but for a good minute or two, there wasn't one. 

"Usually, I would kill a man for an act like that, but I'll pardon you, Y/n. You are exiled from the hold though. You have a day to pack your things and leave. No excuses or exceptions." Ulfric said, then waved the guards to bring me back to my shack of a home. 

"You heard the Jarl. You have one day to leave. You might want to thank Talos that Ulfric let you live, Snow-Hammer." The guard said, then turned and left. 

Like mentioned before, I have a really weird obsession with these kinda fics. Donno why. 

Talos be with you, friends.