Dragonborn Rising Ch. 62

"Do you know this woman, lord?"

Ysolda looked at me wide eyed for a moment before giggling. "Yes, she can come in."

"Of course, lord. Just making sure."

I closed the door once Ysolda was inside. The first question she asked is, "Why are they calling you lord?"

"Um... Because I'm about to become the Jarl of Solitude and High King of Skyrim."

Her jaw dropped so low, I'm sure it did actually hit the floor. I think she was more taken aback by it than myself. "Should I stay the night?" she wondered, "I mean..."

"You're staying the night. If I need to command it..."

She giggled again. "Oh, power going to your head already, Ragnar?"

"This might be the last time so..."

"We'll make it a good night?"

"Aye. The best."

I didn't leave Whiterun for a couple of days. Apart from another couple of meetings with the Jarls and Emperor, I was left to enjoy my last days as a civilian. That meant enjoying time with Ysolda, who knew this would be our last opportunity. I was tempted to offer her a chance at joining me in Solitude, but I didn't know how the others would react, so didn't tempt fate.

That last night, we definitely made what I would call love. We definitely liked each other a hell of a lot. If it continued, I had no doubt we'd fall in love. I think she was close to saying it once, laying back on the bed, her legs wrapped around me, cock gently sliding inside her, our mouths rarely parting. I'm fairly sure she started to say those three words before stopping herself.

The decision to leave was eventually made for me, as the Jarls and Emperor would all return to Solitude together. I knew leaving Whiterun that I would only return in some sort of official capacity going forward. Ysolda escorted me to the stables, and I was now guarded by four soldiers. This time, I did tell them I could look after myself. They retorted stating the Emperor insisted I was guarded, for the time being. Once I was High King, I could do as I pleased. I sighed and accepted it for now.

A last hug and kiss with Ysolda was shared, hugging her tightly. "You should visit me," I suggested lightly.

"Would you like that?"

"Definitely. And maybe one or two of my girls as well. Lydia liked you. So did Aela."

"One of your girls? Power definitely going to your head."

"I'm not going to stand here and say I don't mind the idea of being surrounded by beautiful women."

She leaned back and met my eyes. "My home is Whiterun, Ragnar. But... I'll think about visiting, at least."

I kissed her a final time before finally mounting up. Wishing her farewell, the words returned in kind, the four guards took their positions and we began our ride back north.