Dragonborn Rising Ch. 27

I looked up and found myself speechless. "Hrongar, bring forth the weapon," the Jarl ordered. I looked to my left to see Hrongar walk forward, holding a giant war axe in his hands. "Dragonborn, I present to you the Axe of Whiterun. I award this to you as a symbol of the badge of office you now hold." He then turned to his steward. "Proventus." The steward turned and grabbed a piece of paper from a nearby table. "I also award you a property in Whiterun, a fine house by the name of Breezehome. You will find it has already been furnished with everything you will require. As you now own property in this city, and befitting your new title, I have assigned you a personal Housecarl." He gestured to his left, where a woman was now standing next to Hrongar. "Her name is Lydia. She will serve you well."

I won't say I was going to break down in tears at what was happening but the feeling of being overwhelmed was now weighing down on my shoulders. It was far too much, far too quickly. I'm just an ordinary warrior with a history that would have shocked nearly everyone present. "Thank you, lord," I managed to say.

"Three cheers for the Dragonborn," the Jarl called as I got to my feet and turned to face the crowd. I looked towards my friends of the Companions, who joined in with the cheers. If I didn't know any better, Kodlak looked like a proud father, which heartened my soul even further. Vilkas and Farkas met my eyes and nodded their respect. All of them beamed with pride that one of them had been feted as such a hero of the city.

As for Aela, there's no doubt how she felt about me now.

"What will you do now?" the Jarl asked quietly as the crowd continued to cheer.

"I head to High Hrothgar, lord. I must learn if I truly am Dragonborn."