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Balgruuf and Irileth

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Glassy Eyes and Ice

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F!Dragonborn & Balgruuf || SFW || 1615 words AO3

Rhea and Balgruuf find themselves seeking solitude after a council meeting.

All those who held the power of Skyrim were gathered around the large table in the Blue Palace; the jarls of every hold with their housecarls at the ready behind them, Tullius who was as stone-faced as ever, and Rhea, whose attendance was expected at any meeting such as this, despite lack of political experience or interest. Elisif always insisted; ‘ You saved this land from what many believed to be mere legend. Don’t you want to ensure that effort doesn’t go to waste?’ the young Jarl told Rhea often. Rhea’s housecarl, Lydia, who had been with the Dragonborn since the near-beginning, took her own place alongside the others, though her role had shifted to emotional protection, rather than physical at that point.

Rhea sat with her elbows on the table, her chin resting on the back of her clasped fingers. Her eyes watched the dancing flame of one of the large candles in front of her; absent-mindedly guiding its movements and color with her magic. The jarls were in deep discussions over the future of Skyrim, now that the civil war had come to a bloody end. She listened on and off; Rhea already had her mind made on what should happen next: drive out the Thalmor. But such a discussion was impossible with Elenwen, the dedicated Thalmor dignitary–or whatever her official title was, always in attendance.

There was talk, yet again, of summoning the Moot to give the facade of a united country, but of course, they couldn’t agree on who to support as the High Royal. The Moot itself was a facade; the decision was to be made before the summons, despite what the common folk of Skyrim believed. Some favored Elisif, she was the queen consort and had a closer seat to the position than anyone; others argued it would widen the gap between the Empire and the Stormcloaks who survived, and the goal was unity.

With a long sigh, Rhea blew out the flame she’d been toying with.

“Do you need anything, my Thane?” Lydia muttered in her ear.

Rhea shook her head. It wasn’t an offer, it was a reminder: behave. Perhaps she should’ve suggested Lydia for High Queen; it would’ve been an entertaining throwaway line.

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