Skyrim One-Shots

Ulfric x Reader(Female) ~Heavy Heart(2)~

Windhelm was admittedly worse than your fickle and few memories had told.

It was cold, wet, and generally miserable; the people had right to be a bunch of grumbling bastards. How did you stand this awful city?

With a huff, you readjusted the pack on your shoulder, your boots crunching the snow beneath them and your cloak splattering white from the heavy snowfall currently wreaking havoc on the city. A blizzard.

A good thing you got into the city when you did- you'd be stuck in this snow without shelter otherwise. That was dangerous.

Even your shouts couldn't protect you then. 

Lightly rubbing your nose with the back of your hand, you jogged to the entry of the Palace of Kings, hood still drawn.

"State your business," came the gruff order from one of the guards.

"General Stormblade, looking for an audience."

"Stormblade? Gods, I- uh, open the doors- no one's seen you for years..."

You internally cringed as some memories spat back at you. You kept your identity unrevealed throughout all of your war days, and rightfully so. It was smart that you did it, looking back upon it.

"It's nothing," you chuckled, slipping into the building as the guards opened the doors.

You were here to clear things up- to explain what had happened and why you suddenly disappeared off of the face of Nirn. One of the last loose ends you had to clear before you could retire for a long, long while.

The Jarl, whose face you distinctly remembered, was looking at you through sharp eyes, suspicious but not outrightly upset.

"Jarl Ulfric," you stated quietly while his eyes widened (he remembered your voice?), "I apologize for my rather uninvited intrusion, but I had hoped you could spare a few moments of your time."

"Stormblade?" Galmar, the housecarl beside the Jarl exclaimed.

"Aye," you nodded. "Though I can't say I remember much, I've got some memories back."

"You lost memories?" Ulfric questioned.

"Thalmor," you explained, and it was enough for him to understand. "Was chained up for a month, but it's been two years and some."

"Shit," the housecarl muttered. "I'm surprised you're still alive."

"I am too," you admitted.

"And Paarthurnax?" Ulfric frowned.

You shook your head. "He passed last year."

"I... I apologize."

"You didn't know," you assured quietly.

"I wish I had taken heed to his advice- he was much wiser than I could ever hope to be," the man sighed.

"You aren't the only one," you agreed. "Either way, I came to inform you that not only am I still alive, but I'm afraid I have to resign my position as general. I've had enough of politics for one lifetime- I'll rest a few before I think to venture into anything again."

Ulfric nodded. "I understand. Gods guide you in your travels, Dragonborn, it was a pleasure to have met you and have you on my side."

"Aye," Galmar pitched in. "Talos guard you."

"Oh, and," you paused, abruptly pulling your hood down to reveal your face, which they had never seen before, "do remember to write me in your history books, boys."

There was a bubbling laugh from the housecarl, whereas the Jarl sported a small smile as you waved your goodbyes and turned to leave, walking out knowing that what followed would be a many, many long span of years of waiting.

Waiting for anyone who had read the books on the Last Dragonborn and the Stormblade and came marching to your door, demanding to know your story.

That was how you wanted your life.

You wanted to be the old woman in the woods who always understood, who would heal the wounded, and would rid of the evils.

The woman in the woods- exactly how you had described your ideal life to Paarthurnax.

Someone away from society, but engraved so deep in its roots you would never be forgotten like you had forgotten yourself.

Life would end in your favor.

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Sorry this is so short, but I thought of no better way then to end this off.

Short and sweet.

SanaWhiteCat sorry for the wait, too!

Requests?

Dani out,

adieu!