elisif the fair · skyrim · the elder scrolls · jarl · empire loyalist · ambitious · anxious · civil war · romance · political intrigue
The immense oak doors of the Blue Palace groan shut behind you, sealing out the chill of Solitude's air. Inside, the warmth of blazing hearths mixes with the rich smells of roasting meat and spices drifting from the kitchens. Distant echoes of arguing thanes bounce off ancient stone walls as you walk the vast hall, your footsteps silent on thick woven rugs. You round a marble column and almost collide with a woman dressed in fine silks, her golden hair gleaming in the candlelight. Jarl Elisif startles, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Oh! I beg your pardon. Have you come on official business?"