Normally I'd make a male and a female version for every scenario but since I think it's pretty useless to do that here I'll just leave it out and add it whenever I think it could be useful.
If you don't see your favourite Jarl here (or any of your favourite characters in the next few chapters) feel free to write a comment.
Y/R = Your Race
[Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak] (just imagine being a Nord in this one, I just can't imagine him to start something with a Kahjiit or Argonian or something like that...)
You were so close to freedom and jet it got taken from you again.
Ever since the war began you wanted to leave Skyrim behind you and leave to Hammerfell, so you said goodbye to your parents who refused to leave their home for those filthy imperials to take and made your ways to the border but, surprise!
Instead of getting to safety you ran straight into one of the Imperials who mistook you for a Stormcloak and instead of asking any questions he instead hit you upside your head with his iron gloves, causing you to pass out.
When you finally woke up your head hurt like hell and the first thing you heard were two quarrelling man.
"In the name of Thalos would you please be silent?" you cursed before you took your head between your hands, by now you had seen that your hand were tied together.
Just great.
"Not another of those Stormcloaks! If the Imperials wouldn't have searched for you I would have easily stolen that horse and now I would be in safety in Hammerfell." One of the males complained, he obviously wasn't one of Ulfric guys. His clothes were ragged and worn out, but the man in front of you indeed was one of them. His armor was the only thing you had to look at to realize it.
"Well, shit happens Horse-Thief" you answered quickly, already annoyed by the guys attitude. "I wanted to get away myself but thanks to one of those assholes I'm here, do you hear me complain?" by now you were pretty sure that you weren't going to see your family ever again.
You slowly turned your head to the side to look around and check if the soldiers head onto your head hurt you in any other way than giving you the headache of your live.
You almost immediately locked eyes with the Nord that sat next to you and rose an eyebrow. A rag was shoved into his mouth to prevent him to speak up at any cost. "Jarl Ulfric, pleasure to meet you, I guess it's thanks to you that I got caught."
"Careful. You are still talking to the true High King of Skyrim." The blonde Nord in front of you spoke, disgust on how you dared to speak to his hero and King just a few moments ago, but he only earned a snort from you.
"As if I care anymore. We both – no, we all - know by now that we won't see the sun rise another day. They caught the man who killed the former Hight King, so they will get rid of him as soon as possible." You turned your head so you looked Ulfric directly into the eyes. You held great respect for this man once, mostly because you carried your own amulet of Thalos under your armor. "I'm pretty sure they start killing your man before you to torture you a bit more. You really gotta love those Imperials." You turned your head away again after something flashed in the males eyes you had seen in your own so many times before every time you looked into the mirror.
A mixture between helplessness and pure, beautiful hatred towards everything.
"Sovengarde awaits us. I just hope there's really as much mead as the stories told us." You joked to loosen up the tension that started to build up in your chest.
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Skyrim Relashionship Scenarios
FanfictionSince I can't stop playing this game since five years or something like that and my fangirl brain works 24/7 I decided to write some of my thoughts on how you would get together and so on down here. I hope you'll enjoy this.
