Season Unending Part 15First Emissary Justiciar Elenwen was not by nature a whimsical woman. She had never wasted time with daydreams or foolish flights of fancy as a young girl. Instead she had focused on her duties and goals, putting all of her energy into achieving greatness. Life was pointless otherwise. Why expend effort thinking about what might be instead of striving to make it real?More Like This
But today the elf found herself replaying last night's activities over and over in her head. After Ulfric had passed out, she had curled up next to him and watched him sleep for about an hour. Then he had stirred awake. He had stared woefully up at her with his big blue eyes.
"Am I in trouble?" he had whispered.
"No, darling." She had kissed him and they ended up making love three more times. Nothing so dramatic as earlier that night. It had been slow and sweet, almost like the first time they had slept together.
Something had changed, and Elenwen knew it was the power dynamic between them. Before Ulfric had fought agains