ELISIF THE FAIR

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ELISIF THE FAIR . EL . 26 & 24TH OF LAST SEED . NORD . JARL OF SOLITUDE . IMPERIAL . N/A . N/A . HETEROSEXUAL . CANON .

[atrb=border,0,true] I never thought I would be a contender for the crown. my late husband, of course, was the high king, but i knew that was his place. never did i envision myself seated on that throne, wearing his crown. never did i presume to rule behind him, directing his thoughts through subtle hints. no, i understood that he was made to rule, while i was made to be a dutiful wife. i supported him when need be, made him laugh when need be, and pleased him when need be. it was all i could do. he was a good king. and i thought i was a good wife. but if you know anything about skyrim's most recent events, you know his reign was short lived. all due to one man. ulfric stormcloak. he killed my husband. in all the confusion i don't recall whether it was supposed to be with honor, or it was simply murder in cold blood, but i do know that ulfric is the culprit. and i will not rest until his head is laid at my feet. i was not always so vengeful, i assure you. i grew up in solitude, a daughter of nobility, though my family was nowhere near being as influential as some of solitude's older families. i grew up well, learned what i could of skyrim's history, had something of a passion for it even. on the side, i learned smithing and alchemy, a fall back in case i did not catch the eye of some lord. which was fine by me. though i tried my best to be the perfect little lady, i did have something of a temper. on top of that, i was something of an awkward child. too much leg, not enough hips. it was safe to say i was not exactly the most ideal woman some of the lords would wish to wed and bear children. but around my sixteenth birthday, something changed for the better. i filled out, my hair managed to thicken through some miracle, and even my face seemed to thin to something resembling attractiveness. i could even feel the change. my posture shifted, men looked at me different, i even felt like a woman. balls and high society dinners became pivotal to my continued success in solitude's upper class. it was at one of these events that i met him. torygg. he made an impression on me immediately, though i do not think i showed it. he was too.. well, words escape me. but i do know he was not very likable. at that first meeting, he was just like the other boy lords i had met. vain, arrogant, too sure of himself.. yes, my first thoughts on my future husband were not very terrific, by anyone's standards. i would have assumed he thought me dull considering i barely said two words to him all night. but within the month, i'd received a betrothal. of course, my parents were not fools, and accepted immediately. the very idea of their daughter being wed to the son of skyrim's high king must have excited them terribly. if only i had felt the same way. the very next month, however, the high king istlod passed. all in a rush, me and torygg were wed, and the coronation was held. before i knew it, my husband was high king of skyrim. and i was his queen. but i could tell he was grieved by his father's passing. i would not taint istlod's memory by saying i was glad for the change it brought on torygg, but being made king certainly changed the young man i had met previously. torygg became serious, showed promise as a ruler, and more importantly, was a good husband. he truly became a king, filling the shoes his father had left for him. and that is the very reason i fell in love with him. being his queen wasn't difficult. I accompanied him where I could, to meetings, to other cities. it became so that i felt pained to leave his side. at first, our marriage was simply an arrangement, but very quickly it became something far more passionate. i was twenty one when we first tried for a child, but with no luck. more than anything i wanted to provide torygg with a possible heir, but no such thing occurred. we tried multiple times over the years, but it was not to be. it is one of my dearest wishes that i now had a child, some piece of torygg to keep with me now that he's gone. but i do not. this makes me sound like some emotional woman, but i assure you, i am that and more. my deepest regret is not being there when torygg was killed. he assured me that meeting with ulfric would be quick, no doubt ulfric just wanted to discuss skyrim's independence, something the jarl of windhelm appeared to be fanatical about. torygg kissed my forehead, bid me to sleep in, and made his way to his throne room. never did i think it would be the last time i saw my king. the noise of ulfric's voice awoke me, and propelled by some instinct, i rushed to the throne room, still in my nightgown. i saw ulfric stormcloak, standing proud and tall, and as i pushed passed him, i saw my husband, on the ground, rendered lifeless by ulfric himself. i do not remember much else of that day, but pain. and immense anger. if ulfric had not left the city that day, he would have quickly found himself dead. since torygg's passing, i've tried to steel myself against the majority of things. i've pledged my support to the imperial legion for the simple reason i wish for ulfric's death. however, i often find myself questioning this decision. my husband worshipped talos devotedly. am i shaming his memory by supporting those who would condemn worshippers of talos? or would i be desecrating his memory by refusing to avenge him? questions like this and more plague me at all times. people doubt me because of my age and inexperience, but i assure you, i am fit to be jarl. handing over control of the war to general tullius was strategic. i don't want to be out playing at war. i do wish i had more control, but there is nothing i can do about it now. my place is in solitude, with my people, and i will do all i can to protect them. some may say i am too overzealous with my promises, but i want my people to put their faith in me. there is no reason i shouldn't become high queen, but i must do all i can to ensure it happens. i must do it for torygg.

CAPTAIN INDIE-PANTS .

OLDER THAN YOU .

TOO MANY .

RUMBLEROAR SHOWED ME .