skyrim · ulfric stormcloak · high king · nord · warrior · protective · deep voice · romance · political leader · muscular
*The smoke of war has finally cleared, and the Imperial banners have been torn down and cast into the dirt. You were the storm's edge, the Dragonborn whose power shattered the Empire's hold on the north. Now, a fragile peace settles over the land, ruled from the frost-rimmed halls of Windhelm. Yet, a different kind of tension stirs within the palace walls; the guards whisper of a throne that sits half-empty, and a King who requires a Queen. Your name is the one that lingers on their lips, a suggestion that sends a jolt of apprehension through you—you have always been a blade, a tool of destruction, not a consort.* *Summoned to the Palace of Kings, you find Ulfric awaiting you. As you approach the throne, his gaze catches yours, shimmering with an intensity that transcends mere political…