To love a king

25th of Evening Star
It is finally done, Solitude has fallen and Ulfric has begun rebuilding the destruction. I was there with him, I fought beside him and he has given me a new name, "Storm Blade". Ulfric may see me as another one of his soldiers, and one of the few wood elves who truly believes in his cause, but to me... Ulfric is more. I love him, I truly deeply love that man with all of my existence. I would slay any man that would defy his cause, or wish to bring him harm. He has already been gone a week and I am beginning to feel lonely. Yesterday I went to the palace of the kings and laid my head on his empty cold throne. That place is where he spends much of his time, so It comforted me somewhat. I wonder how much longer he will be gone?

28th of Evening Star
No word from Ulfric yet, Not even Galmer has come back yet. Nobody can tell me anything, and i'm getting worried. Even so... If I were to go look for Ulfric, and find him, he probably would not appreciate my checking up on him. He doesn't need my protection and I need to remember that. I helped the maids clean the palace today. I never really thought about it, but this palace is quite dark and has many narrow hallways. Thinking of this reminds me of how open the halls of dragonreach are, and how many friends I have there. I feel like I betrayed Balgruuf... He was so kind to me, and I ended up killing some of his guards, and drew my sword on him as well. Though my guilt is deep, I won't take it back. Ulfric is the true high king of skyrim, and our beliefs are worth fighting for.

30th of Evening Star 7am

Still no word from Ulfric, I patiently await my king, with a smile upon my face and loneliness in my heart.

30th of Evening Star 5pm
As I lay here with my head on Ulfrics bed, tears form and fall. I am terribly worried about him now. I know it's been only a week, but even so... Thoughts of him cannot leave my mind. I wonder if he misses me too? I will probably never know the answer to that question. Ulfric makes me feel like a family member, someone he truly enjoys talking to and spending a little time with. I haven't spoken to him about many personal things, but his bravery and determination speak for him. Perhaps I have fallen for him because of that? This makes me sad though because how could the high king of nords ever love a wood elf such as I. I wish I'd been born a nord, then maybe I would have a chance.

~~~~~~~~~30th of Evening star 1am ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Narrative
Familiar voice: "Storm blade?"
Alataria: "U-ulfric! You have returned!"
Ulfric: "Yes, I have returned to find a familiar wood elf asleep beside my bed. What may I ask are you doing here?"
Alataria: "I... Nothing my king. I'll take my leave now."
The wood elf gets to her feet and walks past Ulfric, tears still on her face."
Ulfric catches her on her way out by the arm and turns her toward him gently.
Ulfric: "And the truth? You can tell me can't you?"
Alataria: "I was worried and I've found it difficult to sleep at home while not knowing your whereabouts."
She looked away and began to leave once again.
Ulfric put his hand at her waist to stop her once again.
Ulfric: "So you were worried. You must truly care about me to shed tears and worry."
Alataria: "You are important to everyone my king."
Ulfric: "Stop hiding the truth from me. Just come out and say how you really feel."
Alataria: "But I'm afraid!"
Ulfric: "Afraid of what? There is no need to be-"
Alataria: "I'm a wood elf! You are a nord! How can you ever love someone such as me?! You fight for the nords, It is only right that you-"
Ulfric: "ENOUGH! Why do you feel that way? Why do you think I asked you to stand at my side in solitude? I intended to ask for your hand, but the timing felt wrong. That is why I wanted to hear the truth from you here now. If you feel the same, you will say yes to my proposal correct?"
Alataria's eyes opened wide and her mouth quivered. She didn't usually cry, but Ulfric somehow drew out the emotion in her. She laughed in her head. *imagine what everyone would think if they saw the dragonborn/Stormcloak champion crying? No doubt they'd call me a milk drinker.* She smiled and opened her eyes.
Alataria: "It would be my honor to be your wife."
Ulfric: "The honor is all mine."
He bowed and kissed her left hand, taking it into his own and holding it tight.
Ulfric: "There is still much to be done, but for tonight, lay beside me and lets keep eachother warm."