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the fair and unfair ---

[atrb=border, 0, true] 325 words | private – elisif the fair

[atrb=border,0,true] sevrend loathed the blue palace. only once before had he been forced to walk these halls. during the early stages of the stormcloak rebellion, high king torygg had summoned each jarl to solitude. one by one they’d fallen beneath his scrutiny, declaring themselves – honestly or not – to be either loyal to the empire and her adopted altmeri principles or comrades of the traitor uprising. as far as he was aware, sevrend had been one of only two to proclaim neutrality – the other being balgruff of whiterun – and the only to openly proclaim himself indifferent. so it was again. revolution spawned from windhelm in ceaseless waves and the king’s widow called upon the jarls to prove their allegiance. so it was that sevrend, once again, walked these halls of dead men with frozen flesh. all in this place was old, unchanging and irrelevant. twas as conservative, stagnant and traditional as sevrend was progressive, decisive and unconventional. the marsh-king hated solitude and her crypt of a palace with an intensity he hated almost nothing else with. to think... while elisif played at king there were a thousand sets of black wings unfurling across the skies, ready to beat down upon the world... all in solitude was small minded and petty. ”elisif, high queen and matron of haafinger-“ sevrend greeted with a small, disingenuous bow as he concluded his approach, standing well back from where she sat upon ulfric’s throne. extraneous as the civil war had proven to be in the grander scheme of things, the small detail of ownership through honourable acquisition could not be ignored. were these not a time of greater threats, all of hjaalmarch would rally behind the true high king. ”-you have sent the call. solitude has commanded the presence of morthal, and as always, morthal is honoured to answer. what is it my queen requires of me?”

[ELISIF THE FAIR .]

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[atrb=border,0,true] RIG WITH SEVREND 1024 OUTFIT HURT - JOHNNY CASH I rambled. Dw about matching the wc!

[atrb=border,0,true] the blue palace had been elisif's home for years now, but never had it felt so empty. elisif was not alone, of course. her court remained with her, but that meant little. they were advisors, the trusted few she wanted by her side nearly all the time, but they were not torygg. and for some odd reason, the former high king's presence was missed more than ever that day. elisif had woken with his name on her lips, only to open her eyes and see the empty bed decide her. in an instant, the pain and loss washed over her anew, and it had taken the insistence of her lady in waiting to make elisif even want to leave her chambers. she knew holing herself up for days was not possible, but that did not mean she wanted to do so any less. she dressed with careful ease, the dresses that once fitted her perfectly, hanging loose around her waist. elisif hadn't noticed much change in her eating patterns, but she did know that oft times she did skip meals. not intentionally, but because her new role was so demanding. the welfare of her people was more important than breaking her fast, but as she looked in the mirror, running her hand over the loose green velvet around her torso, elisif made a mental note to take better care of herself. she knew she was still attractive by anyone's standards, but she was nothing compared to the beauty she'd been at torygg's side. she didn't know if she could ever return to that now that he had gone. upon exiting her chambers, elisif attempted to push all thoughts of torygg from her mind. she needed to pull herself together for the court, to show she was strong and capable. she heard the whispers, she was too young and inexperienced to rule skyrim efficiently. well, they were all wrong. elisif just had to prove it to them. simple matters occupied the majority of her morning. one stall vendor caught a child stealing from him and wanted justice. elisif gave him gold enough to cover the loss, and ordered a guard to find the child. whether they were orphaned or not, elisif would ensure they never had to steal again. a farmer lost a cow to wolves and wanted protection, another had insufficient food to last the cold months. all this more set elisif's mind whirling, trying to find solutions without beggaring the hold. she wanted to keep people happy and safe, but that would be impossible to do when she ran out of coin. finally, the commonfolk left, and elisif slumped in her chair rather ungracefully. she was exhausted, but of course, a jarl's work was never done. "m'lady. jarl sevrend ire has arrived from morthal." elisif sighed, running a hand over her face to try and break out of her sudden tiredness. "bring him in." she ordered, straightening up. of all people, sevrend was not one she wished to look weak in front of. and in he came. the breton wasn't one of elisif's most favorite people, but she had to admire him. winning the hearts of hjaalmarch's people was no mean feat, and for a foreigner to do so was quite remarkable. but he was dangerous. he had not supported torygg's decision to back the legion. it was elisif's mission to sway him to the imperial cause. morthal's people was famed for their aptitude in battle. but whether or not sevrend would lend their aide to elisif's cause was not yet decided. or at least, elisif did not know if sevrend had changed his mind. she regarded him for a moment as he bowed, nodding her head in greeting after he spoke. "you know only the moot can name the next regent, my lord." she informed him, though no doubt sevrend knew that very well. as of yet, elisif had not been styling herself as the high queen, but she had every right to claim the throne. torygg had no heir, so it must pass to his wife, his only living family. that was how it worked. elisif only had to wait for this war to be concluded for the moot to take place. then the throne was as good as hers. "and so you have. and very timely, too." elisif was sure she had only sent the summons two weeks ago. the jarl must have left as soon as he caught word elisif wished to see him. "i wish to discuss the war." she stated simply, her eyes scanning her fellow jarl's face for any indication of his thoughts. "but the throne room is no place for such a discussion. we will retire to the solar. come." rising to her feet, elisif gestured at her court as they made to follow her. "court has concluded. you are dismissed for the duration of the day." elisif informed them, before turning her attention to sevrend once more. "come." the solar was not used very often, usually only when elisif had noble visitors, but she had ordered it to be clean for her meeting with sevrend. when she opened the door, she was pleased to find everything in order, and even a jug of wine was placed on the table. perfect. "please, take a seat." elisif gestured to one of them, before pouring each of them a drink. placing sevrend's drink before him, elisif tucked her dress down as she took her own seat. slowly, she sipped the wine. it was not perhaps as sweet as she would have liked, but it was wine all the same. "how are the people of hjaalmarch faring the cold thus far?" elisif questioned, returning her goblet to the table. "my advisors tell me this winter will be much worse than the last." more than anything, elisif wished to jump straight into matters, but doing so would prove her to be an impatient host. she was willing to discuss whatever small talk she could think of, if only to raise the jarl's opinion of her. she needed him on her side, though she was careful not to show it.

I WEAR THIS CROWN OF THORNS ON MY LIAR'S CHAIR