Skyrim Relashionship Scenarios

You meet again - The Jarls

[Jarl Ulfrik Stormcloak]

It had been a few months since you have last seen the man that supposedly shouted the last High King to death and you couldn't be happier. Right now you stayed in an inn, not too far from one of the major cities. The innkeeper allowed you to work there too for a warm bed and some coins which you would use to try to get over the border again. You weren't giving up, this land had nothing left for you, your hopes and your dreams of being free.

While letting out a deep sigh, you cleaned off one of the tables on which one of the guests fell asleep and barfed his guts out not too long ago. You were scrunching up your nose and trying hard not to let the smell get to you, which was easier said than done.

You were once a warrior, fierce, with honor and strength... now you were a simple waiter for this inn. The irony in this whole scenario would have amused you under normal circumstances but right now you didn't feel like laughing at all. Your sword arm was going to get lazy soon, and you knew you wouldn't want that, fighting was your passion but now... it was just important to stay alive.

"By the gods..." after cleaning off the table you made sure to clean your hands as good as possible before going back to work again.

Some more time passed, customers left and soon you were alone. The innkeeper had left some time ago too since he wanted to buy some more mead for future costumers.

After hearing the door open, you set up your sweetest, closed-eyed smile and crossed your arms before your chest. "Welcome wandering traveler, may I serve you today?" now, this sounded weird, but you still had to be as nice as possible to get some coin out of this person. As soon as you opened your eyes again you could feel how the smile disappeared from your face and your eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing here? I thought your royal ass never leaves the throne."

The man pulled down the hood he was wearing, revealing the sly grin of Ulfric Stormcloak, who looked like he had just seen the most pleasurable thing in his life.

"The cold brought me here. May I talk with you, oh fierce warrior of the gods?"

[Jarl Elisif the Fair]

"Y/N. Could you come here for a second?" Jarl Elisif asked while slowly lowering her gaze at you.

You have been by the woman's side ever since the day her husband died and you took to take off pretty much everything while still making sure to not try to take Falks place since... naturally you didn't want that responsibility. It was enough for you to take care of her.

"Yes, my Jarl. What would you need from me?" You asked as soon as you had stepped up to the throne on which the female sat nearly all day which made her long for some physical activities from time to time.

"Go and take your sword. We'll be taking a walk outside," she spoke while slowly standing up. To no surprise, Falk made a face as if someone just told him that Ulfric Stormcloak would move into the Imperial palace soon.

"Jarl, I don't think that that is a good idea. Or at least take more man with you than just Y/N." of course he was right, it was way too dangerous to just go outside. It would always be dangerous, even after the war.

You set up a smile and held out your hand for the female to take. As always, she did after not thinking for too long, but not before answering Falks question with a simple head shake. "Do not worry Falk. We're not going outside, you know that Y/N and I just wander around the palace for some time." She took a glance at you and smiled her most gentle smile, just as always when her eyes laid on you.

While smiling back at her, you lead her out of the hall and started to walk around with her a little bit.

"Thank the gods. My legs were starting to get stiff from sitting for so long. Thank you so much Y/N." Elisif laughed silently while walking down the stairs with you while lightly holding onto your arm. "However, what I still do not understand... why are you still only wearing the normal light Imperial armor? You have a much higher position in this hold. You could wear much more elegant things. As you should."

Of course, she was right about this. Ever since that day you were promoted multiple times and were by now allowed to wear pretty much everything you want since everyone seemed to know you by now. "It's comfortable. And I'll always be part of your Army, and I'll always follow you everywhere." you shrug and simply leave it at that.

[Jarl Balgruuf the Greater]

The Jarl did stand up to his word and invited you to dinner after some strange man took a look at the wounds the royal guards forced upon you.

"So..." you take a look around the hall. The fire right in front of you warmed you up after being in a cold place for such a long time and the dancing of the flames made you smile ever so slightly. "This law is pretty stupid. I only picked a flower after all." you only mumbled the last part since by the moment the last words left your mouth you already shoved half of a sweetroll into it.

Next to you, the man that got you out of prison let out a deep sigh and put down his fork before nodding at you. "I know that. I thought that this law was long gone but it seems like no. According to this, I would have to let my children be thrown into prison." while letting out a small chuckle he picked up his fork again and started to cut his meat. Before bringing his food close to his mouth however, he took a closer look at you and tilted his head to the side to take a better look at your side profile. "Would you tell me your name now since you are no longer pissed off and hungry?"

While raising an eyebrow you swallow down the rest of your sweetroll and gave the man a small smile to match his own. "Who says that I am no longer pissed and or hungry?" you cleaned your hands off on a napkin before taking another sweetroll... and an apple so it at least looked like you would like healthy things (now, if you do, just ignore this). "Anyway, my name is Y/N. I just moved to this hold."

"I am so sorry something like this happened so soon after just getting here. I promise that in the future nothing like this will happen again and soon enough you will be able to pick flowers wherever you'll like... except in private gardens and houses maybe but everywhere else." he looked genuinely honest and sorry for what happened to you, so you just shrugged and concentrated back onto the food in front of you.

"It's okay, just make sure that never happens to anybody again. The prison is boring and... yeah." while slowly starting to much away again you reached down to your bag and pulled out a piece of paper with the descriptions of a place that was in dire need for some... bandit cleaning. "Oh, by the way... I killed the leader of these bandits. What do I get for that Jarl?"