20demayo Chapter 188: Chapter LI: Kingsmoot Prelude
Chapter 188: Chapter LI: Kingsmoot Prelude
Chapter 188: Chapter LI: Kingsmoot Prelude
I appear within the Blue Palace's mage tower with Davos and Nightshade by my sides. A nostalgic smile forces its way onto my face as I feel the familiar aura of Solitude, already an entire year had passed since I worked here daily and the place was still as bustling as ever.
A shame that was all about to come to a crashing end...Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Before my mind can continue on its downward spiral of dour cynicism I feel a familiar presence in a nearby room and signal for my servants to get on with their preparations while I go on on my own.
I patiently knock on an enchanted door and a moment later it opens with a click revealing my vampiric lover waiting behind, a light glare mixed with a pout on her face.
"Sybille!" I greet her with a wide smile and my arms spread invitingly "You haven't aged a day!"
She tries to glare at me further but suddenly lets out an undignified snort at my jape and rolls her eyes. She sighs and waves me in "Come on then, I see you still haven't learned what shame is."
"Some kind of food I bet." I snark before sneaking up behind her and enveloping her in a hug, completely ignoring the ensuing squeak of protest I ask "So, how have you been recently?"
She huffs and looks away "Maybe if someone deigned to visit more often they would not need to ask such a question."
This time it is my turn to sigh "Some rather important events occurred in the past couple of months that required my full focus."
She rolls her eyes "We heard about the 'bandit attack' on the excavation site, what I want to know is why you haven't visited even after that?"
I wince lightly and mumble "M'sorry got too engrossed in projects and the like."
A light chuckle leaves her but a moment later as she wiggles out of my grasp "Come on then, I prepared some coffee when I heard you were coming today."
'Definitely waifu material after all of this shit is done' I muse as I follow her inside "I just hope you managed to make it possible for consumption this time." I snark aloud.
I can practically feel her eyebrow twitch in the other room but she doesn't respond.
A moment later she places a cup of perfectly cooked coffee on the table in front of me with a smug look, practically radiating smugness while crossing her arms.
I raise an eyebrow, take a sniff of the cup, and smirk at her "You asked the servants to prepare it, didn't you?"
All the smugness holding her upright suddenly turns into a weight and her shoulders slump "Must you always be so insufferable?"
"Oh please, you know you love it." I jape "Besides, you look cute when annoyed."
She huffs and takes a seat "At least you have good taste."
"That I do." I smirk and take out a cigar of 'not magical marihuana' and begin enjoying it with some fairly decent coffee.
"What is that?" Sybille asks tentatively as the air in front of me is painted a magical blue. "Master Hakan and I experimented a bit with some... recreational magic aides." I explain and then nod to myself "Yes, let us call them that. You want one?" I ask after a moment.
She looks into the smoke and shivers lightly at the ridiculous aura of magic it emits "Is that... safe?"
"Should be" I shrug "The worst thing that can happen is it disorients a weaker mage or knocks
a mundane out from what I understand."
She stares at the cigar and shrugs "Fine."
I offer it to her and look away to hide my cheeky smirk.
A moment later the yell of "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" erupts from the poor vampire's throat followed by a fit of uncontrolled coughing.
I am so smug I do not even feel the cup smash against my face.
An hour after I finally managed to calm Sybille down by way of audacious snuggle we descended the tower and headed for the throne room.
Nightshade was constantly gawking at the sights surrounding us, I swear if we weren't going to an important meeting she would probably run off somewhere.
Then again "Davos."
"Yes boss?" He responds lazily.
I point my hand toward a nearby exit from the palace "Go and show Nightshade around but make sure the two of you are with me when the Jarls arrive... Also don't let her near the food stands, we don't have the entire day."
Nord traditions." My mouth twists into a smirk "He would be declaring himself a tyrant and
usurper then and there."
Before Torygg can answer I continue "So all you need to do is smash him as hard as you
possibly can, enough to force him to use a shout and then you will have immediate authority
to order his arrest."
The eyes of all those present snap to me as I utter those words.
The first to speak is Falk Firebeard "You would have the King dishonor himself in such a
manner?"
"Let me ask you something Steward." I look at him like he was an idiotic child "What is more dishonorable, justly arresting a tyrant or letting thousands of your people die due to petty
pride?"
He grunts, practically radiating disgust, but doesn't offer a counterargument. Torygg on the other hand just sighs even deeper than previously "You already knew this
would happen so long ago... I am guessing that whatever magic gave you this information doesn't offer an alternative?"
"Well I mean unless you want to hire an illusion mage to make their party slaughter each
other in an uncontrolled fit of rage before they enter your or your subjects' territory then no."
I blurt with a shrug.
Ah, the sweet taste of indignant judgement in the air.
"Let us skip that particular idea..." Torygg says uneasily before seemingly making a decision
and steeling his gaze "You are right, if I must sacrifice a shred of my honor to stop the war or
at least make sure it is not as devastating as it can potentially become then I will do so
without hesitation."
"That is great." I smirk "Now, how do you feel about elixirs?"
The High King of Skyrim groans and palms his face.
Our discussions went on for hours, we planned on how to garner as much support as possible
and how to undermine Ulfric to the best of our abilities. The topic of the Thalmor came up and we unfortunately had to accept their probable presence during the event. They had too many
excuses to be banned after all.
I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Torygg didn't waste his time and had already invited his own Jarls long before Ulfric had even left Windhelm. They had already made their own plans on how to act and would join the moot as one as a nice little surprise for Stormcloak. This left me a bit confused by the King's previous actions but I quickly realized that the poor
boy lacked confidence to the point of forgetting he had actual competent allies. I will need to get him out of that mindset when this whole situation finally ends.
Just as I was finally able to convince the King to at least take a stamina potion so he doesn't
look like he wasn't just ran over by a troll a frantic guard entered the throne room.
"Your majesty!" He bows "The Jarls, they are all here!"
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