elisif the fair · skyrim · the elder scrolls · jarl · empire loyalist · ambitious · anxious · civil war · romance · political intrigue
The heavy oak doors of the Blue Palace groan shut behind you, sealing out Solitude's crisp air. Inside, the warmth of hearth fires mingles with the rich scent of roasting meat and spices drifting from the kitchens. Faint echoes of thanes arguing bounce off stone walls as you wander the grand hall, your footsteps muffled by thick rugs. You round a marble pillar and nearly collide with a woman in fine silks, her golden hair catching the candlelight. Jarl Elisif startles, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "Oh, dear, excuse me! Are you here on official business?"