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Inner thoughts	By : EiraWolfsoul Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 3002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, it is property of Bethesda. Eira however is my own character. No money is being made from writing this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Inner thoughts of a rebellious Jarl
- 2-Inner thoughts of a Jarl's Housecarl
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Original Prompt: Inner thoughts was the prompt that originally started this idea.
Inner thoughts was a prompt for the thoughts of Ulfric Stormcloak’s thoughts during the intro sequence. Upon filling it both Rozenn!Anon and Rozenn started wondering about Galmar’s doings and thoughts during Ulfric’s capture. So with Rozenn’s permission and the last of Vilod’s Juniper Mead, also provided by Rozenn, I’ve asked Eira to get our favourite housecarl drunk to loosen his tongue and find out what he was doing and thinking at that time! Surprisingly, Eira was successful ;) There are various characters in Skyrim who’s thoughts I’m curious about, so I’m probably going to dig into a few more minds. Any stories coming from my digging will be posted in this prompt.
Summary: Galmar Stone-Fist relives the moments from Ulfric’s departure for Dark Water Crossing where he was ambushed until his return. Companion piece to chapter 1 of my story "True daughter of Skyrim" (TDOS).

Inner thoughts of a Jarl's Housecarl
“I still think it’s a bad idea Ulfric”, Galmar grumbled as Ulfric prepared to leave the Palace. “You’re overreacting Galmar. Everything will be fine. Besides I need to get out of the Palace for a while, I need some fresh air”. Galmar waved his hand around, indicating the City of Windhelm, “then walk around your city. You’ll have plenty of fresh air and you’ll be save within the walls”. Ulfric looked as exasperated as Galmar felt, ‘the man is far too stubborn for his own good!’. “Galmar, old friend, I am going to Dark Water Crossing. I will talk to Anneke and the informant and be back by nightfall. There is no discussing the matter”.
Galmar sighed, knowing that there was no way he could convince Ulfric to stay behind. “Then I will come with you”, he insisted. “No, Galmar. I’m ordering you to stay behind. Just in case something does happen, Skyrim will need you”. They reached the stables and Ulfric made his way to his horse, a beautiful chestnut coloured stallion. “So you fear something could happen. You feel it too don’t you Ulfric? There is an ominous air, something is about to happen!” Ulfric stroked the horse’s neck, “I’ll have a guard, we’ll be in Stormcloak territory, not too far from here. Stop your worrying and get back to the Palace Galmar. Everything will turn out fine”. The soldiers that would make up Ulfric’s guard arrived then and quickly prepared their horses. Knowing he had lost this argument, Galmar grumbled a “fine” and stalked off in the direction of the Palace.
Galmar grumbled about insufferable Jarl’s all the way back to the Palace. ‘I don’t know how I put up with him. He’s felt it too, something is about to happen, yet still he goes out with only a few guards! Does he think himself invulnerable? How can he be so reckless, Skyrim needs him!’ Galmar sighed, there was nothing he could do now. He entered the Palace and made his way over to the war room to go over their plans for the war to keep himself busy.

Night had fallen and Ulfric had yet to return. ‘Probably a needless delay. Nothing to be worried about, the man can take care of himself’, Galmar thought, trying to convince himself that the terrible feeling in his gut was nothing more than a stomach bug. He stood in the silence of the war room, hands firmly planted on the table as he gazed at Skyrim’s map. A commotion in the main hall drew his attention and so before Jorleif could reach him, Galmar had already left the war room, striding into the main hall. “What is going on?” he rumbled.
“Sir Stone-Fist! Annekke sent me from Dark Water Crossing. I came as quickly as I could, bearing urgent news!” Galmar’s gut clenched, ‘sweet Talos, please don’t let anything have happened to Ulfric!’ “Speak!” he ordered the man. “We were awaiting the Jarl’s arrival when his horse approached, an arrow to its shoulder, no rider. Recognizing that something must be amiss, Annekke sent myself, Sondas and Meieran to investigate the road. We… we found several horses either terribly wounded or dead. There was no trace of the Jarl or any of his guards. We followed the road at a quick pace, hoping to find out what happened”.
“Well? What did you find?” Galmar was losing patience fast. The clenching in his gut became painful, his mind whirring with possibilities, none of which he liked. “Imperials Sir. A great many of them. The Jarl and his men were bound and being transported in carts Sir. Sondas is tracking them to find out where exactly they’re headed. Meieran went to the Falkreath Stormcloak camp to warn them, perhaps they can do something”.
‘Sweet Talos, I knew his leaving today was a bad idea! Ulfric, old friend, how do you get yourself into these situations. First the Thalmor, now the Imperials. One day your luck will run out, let us hope it is not this day, or any day soon’. Galmar brushed a hand over his face. “Not likely, the Falkreath camp currently hosts a handful of soldiers. A great many Imperials you say? How many?” The man, Dasturn, thought it over, “I believe the Jarl and his men were outnumbered by about 1 to 6, if not more”.
‘Damn it! 1 to 6? A well thought out ambush! But how did they know he would be there today? A traitor? Surely not Annekke or Verner, they’ve always been loyal, nor would they gain much from treachery. The informant? One of our own guards?’ The housecarl shook his head to clear it. “Which way where they headed?” he dreaded the answer to that question, it seemed almost too obvious, ‘If they did not pass Dark Water Crossing, they could have only gone towards Cyrodiil or Riften and there’s nothing in Riften for Imperials’. The messenger looked grave, “Towards Falkreath hold Sir, towards the Pale Pass”. Galmar nodded and dismissed the man before turning on his heel and marching back into the war room.
“Yrsarald!” he called out. “Yes Galmar?” the rumbling voice of the officer replied as she stepped forward. “How many men do we have in Falkreath hold?” “Only a handful at the camp and another handful scouting”. Galmar sighed, “what about Whiterun hold? The Rift?” Yrsarald looked at Ulfric’s second-in-command gravely, “Whiterun hold, about the same as Falkreath hold. We have more men in the Rift, but they’re scattered. About a handful near Ivarstead, Shor’s Stone and another near Riften and the Watchtower”. Galmar slammed his fist on the table, “they’re about a day ahead of us but we have to try. Jorlief! Send word to every soldier in Whiterun Hold, Falkreath Hold and the Rift to gather at the Falkreath Camp. I want you out there Yrsarald. Find him and bring him home”.
Galmar watched as Yrsarald nodded before striding out of the war room. He could only hope that they succeeded, ‘against all odds. Damn it Ulfric! Skyrim needs you. The last time I felt this…. hopelessness, you were taken by the Thalmor. Against all odds you survived and returned. Surely you can survive this time. Yrsarald had better hurry, we have no time to loose’. Galmar longed to go out there himself, but he promised Ulfric to take over his lead should anything happen to him before the war was over. He had scoffed at his friend back then, certain that nothing would happen to Ulfric. Galmar would do the fighting, Ulfric would stay behind and lead. ‘But you just had to get out today didn’t you old friend?’
Galmar stayed up all night, frantically pacing the war room or gazing at the map laid out on the table. ‘I should probably try and get some rest, but how can I when Ulfric is being dragged of by Imperial cowards! And he wanted him to take over should anything happen. HIM? He was a housecarl and a damn good general, but he was no Jarl, and he was most definitely not High King material. And if not Ulfric or him, then who would take the throne? There was no one he thought worthy. Ulfric, you had better come home in one piece’, he sighed.

When morning came without any news, Galmar made his way out to the temple of Talos. The burly housecarl was not the kind of man to pray, but for the first time in a very long time, he felt the need. The crisp, cold air did little to clear his mind and Galmar was glad that everyone moved out of his way. He was in a foul mood, and everyone knew it. He made it to the temple and opened the large heavy door. One look at him had the priest scurrying for parts unknown and Galmar strode up to the altar. Slowly he knelt on the floor, head bowed down and after a moment of silence he prayed. “Mighty Talos, my friend and leader was captured in an ambush. Right now the Imperials are taking him to Cyrodiil. They have forsaken you Talos! Forsaken you to the whims of elves! Something must be done! Skyrim deserves to be free and Ulfric would give her that freedom! I come here today, asking… begging for your aid in freeing him”. The housecarl remained kneeling on the floor for a moment longer before he stood up.
“It will be alright Sir, Talos will bring your friend home”. Galmar spun on his heel at the sound of the small voice. ‘Who has the nerve to interrupt me!’ The sight of a young girl-child momentarily stopped every other thought. “Who are you?” The girl had to crane her head back to see him and smiled, “my name is Sofie. I didn’t mean to startle you Sir”. The housecarl grumbled, “you didn’t. Why are you here?” The girl’s smile faded, “I come here every day to pray for my mama and papa”. Galmar looked the girl-child over, “where are your parents girl?” Sofie looked away as she answered softly, “they… they’re gone”. ‘Probably soldiers, left an older child or family to look after their youngest. Such is the way of war’. “Go home child”, he said before making his way out of the temple. It never occurred to Galmar that the child meant her parents had died and that she had no home.
After a quick meal, Galmar returned to the war room to continue his pacing. He was restless. They had received no word from Yrsarald. ‘He’ll have assembled the men by now, everyone would have travelled with haste. But are they in time? Depending on the speed with which the Imperials travel, they’ll reach the Pale Pass sometime today’. Needing to be rid of some of his frustration, Galmar decided to abuse a training dummy and perhaps some soldiers unfortunate enough to be in the training yard at that time.

It was late at night when a Stormcloak messenger finally came. “Sir! Jarl Ulfric made it safely to the Falkreath Camp. They’ll ride throughout the night and should be here tomorrow”. Galmar let out a breath he did not realise he was holding. “Then the rescue mission was successful”, he answered relieved. “Uhm… actually”, the messenger began nervously. Galmar’s eyes narrowed, “what? What is it? Speak!” The messenger stepped back nervously before answering the irate housecarl. “The Imperials took him and the others to Helgen. They were to be executed, but…”
“Well? What is it? You said he made it safely to the camp?” The messenger nodded quickly continuing his story. “Yes but the rescue party had no part in it. In Helgen... The Jarl… he said that they were saved by… well… by a… a dragon… Sir”. Galmar’s eyes widened, “a dragon? Are you mad?” The messenger nervously shook his head, “no Sir. According to Jarl Ulfric the dragon appeared during the… the execution and they managed to get away in the confusion”. Galmar was silent for a moment, processing this information, ‘a dragon? Well I’ll be damned! I don’t know if it was Talos or uncanny luck, but you did it again my friend!’ “Rest up, you’ve done well”, he dismissed the messenger and made his way to his own room. ‘Now that I know he’s save I’ll finally be able to get some rest’.

Late the next day, Ulfric finally returned, looking worse for wear, but alive and in one piece. They embraced in a manly hug and Galmar clapped him on the back. “Next time I tell you to stay in the Palace, listen! Saved by a dragon, that’s just ridiculous. Your luck will run out sometime and there won’t be a dragon next time to save your hide!” Ulfric grimaced but allowed Galmar to let out the frustration he surely must have felt. After telling Ulfric the usual “I told you so’s” and “don’t be so stubborn next time’s” Galmar was brought to a stop by something Ulfric had muttered. “What was that?”
The Jarl did not look at him as he repeated himself, “there was a woman”. Galmar shook his head, not sure if he heard correctly. ‘A woman? Did he really just say that? He just escaped execution and he’s thinking of a woman?’ “A woman? What woman?” he grumbled. Ulfric looked at him then and Galmar noticed the dreamy, far off look in his eyes. “A beautiful woman, Nord, young. They were about to chop her head off when the dragon came. Eira is her name. Hair the colour of the sun and eyes green as emeralds. I hope she made it out of Helgen. I think Ralof went with her”. Galmar frowned, ‘Whoever this woman is… it seems she left a lasting impression on him’. He sighed, deciding to let it go for now. “Go wash up and put something clean on, you stink of Imperial scum!” They both laughed at that and the Jarl made his way through the war room and up to his chambers. Galmar let out another deep breath and murmured softly, “thank you Talos, for bringing him home”.
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