The True Queen of Skyrim

Prologue

The Imperial wagon drove with four prisoners down a snowy mountain pass. All are seated and bound; the one dressed in fine clothes gagged.

A figure sat unconscious; their face covered by a jet-black hood from a worn cape. They had armor that none had ever seen before. It was a dark black, like ebony, but it was light in weight, not heavy, it left the persons gender and race a mystery. A daedric bow was on their back, only instead of red, it was a amethyst fue. The Imperials left in on the person deciding it was too much of a hassle to get it off with the elaborate ties that held it on.

Ralof had witnessed when the figure was captured, they saw the soldiers coming and muttered something.

The soldiers started to kill themselves!

It was like a furry spell, but they didn't use magic. Taking a sword from the ground, the mysterious figure used it to slash through the Imperials like butter. The only way they were able to stop the person's slaying was that a soldier knocked them out with the hilt of a sword will more than five soliders held them down. The unknown was gagged and tied up quickly then tossed on the wagon. The soldiers were scared to search them, in fear of waking them.

Ralof watched as the person stirred a bit looking around the carriage, not lifting their head enough for the occupants to see their face.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." Ralof said as the figure looked over to the thief, Lokir.

"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell." He yelled out before looking over to the figure. "You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these, Stormcloaks, the Empire wants." Lokir said

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." Ralof responded

"Shut up back there!" An Imperial Soldier yells as Lokir looks at the gagged man.

"And what's wrong with him?" Lokir asked

"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." Ralof snapped making the figure make a noise

'Did they just scoff?' He asked himself

"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?" Lokir cried out

"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits." Ralof said proudly

Another noise came from the figure.

'Again!' He yelled in his head astonished

"No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening." The thief cried

"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?" Ralof questioned

"Why do you care?" Lokir snapped

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home." Ralof said

"Mmm." A muttered response came from the unknown occupant

"Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead." The thief mumbled as they approach the village of Helgen.

A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.

"General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" Imperial Soldier called out.

Ralof noticed the figures hands were hidden in their cap, 'They had been tied up before, how did they?' He thought

"Good. Let's get this over with." General Tullius called out