Guards are easily persuaded to look the other way. Irileth isn't a mere guard... Irileth is the House Carl of Dragonsreach Keep, the personal bodyguard and right hand of the Jarl. I don't know it it is her Dunmer origin, but she is the kind of woman that prefers introductions at swordarm's length... With a sword drawn... A very sharp sword... While she held her immaculate blade perfectly aligned with my throat she asked me who I was. Had it been anyone else I would have asked; "Don't you know who I am?", but I like my head attached to my body... Truthfully, even Paarthurnax's first appearance hadn't shaken me quite like Irileth... Who ever thought of restricting entry to Dragonsreach certainly put the right person in charge of enforcing it. When I mentioned my name Irileth sheathed her blade. "So you are the one that lifted the Jarl's spirit. I welcome you to Dragonsreach Keep, but be warned stranger... Assassins do not end up in the dungeon... They end op on a pyre with a sword wound through their heart."

So... Dinner for two with Balgruuf, the Jarl. While I hadn't eaten this well in... Forever... I found myself distracted. The conversation was pleasant, or as near as you can get with the civil war weighing down the mood rather heavily. Pleasantries aside...

Before me sat a different man than I had met yesterday, but even with the renewed spark in his eyes I felt sadness in his voice.

"When did you lose her?" I asked, a bit harsh and a bit upfront, but I always found people liked to open up to me.

He looked hurt. "Why would you ask?" He replied.

"Because, you have the same look in your eyes as my uncle after my aunt died."

Balgruuf sat motionless for a moment and sighed. "Four-hundred and twenty-nine days ago. Neither by sword nor assassin's blade. Her heart just stopped. The only consolation is that she didn't suffer."

"So Four-hundred and twenty-nine days to the day... And let me guess, you have yet to find someone patch the hole in your heart."

"When you spoke courage and wisdom you moved me." He replied

"I'm sorry my Jarl, but my heart belongs to another." I told him and stood up from the table. He might have though I was leaving, but I surprised him when I dropped my skirt and unveiled my chastity belt... My guardian...

"As you can see, I am very serious about that commitment."

He took a moment to get a good look. The wicked girl inside of me had all sorts of nice suggestions, but this was a Jarl... Not some stable-hand in fuck-town nowhere's-ville... Also, Irileth... With slightly less than elegant motion I propped myself up on the table in front of him.

"It was crafted for me when town started getting raided more often and my fiancée has the keys."

"May I?" Balgruuf asked, raising a hand.

"Go ahead, I wouldn't want to be accused of being a tease." I answered, slightly coy...

Balgruuf had a good grope for a while. His hands were particularly strong...

"You do not strike me as man who would want an other wife though." I said when I dismounted the table and picked up my skirt off the floor.

"Are you looking for a mistress or a concubine? Or are you just looking for companionship and casual sex?"

"I... You read me well... For my children there will never be a true mother. A man does long for companionship though. I could have bought a slave at any time for sex, but it isn't what I'm looking for."

If you looked inside my head during the moment he finished speaking... You would have seen a torch igniting.

"Would you have room in your court for a servant? A woman who likes being tied up and restrained. Someone who likes to surrender herself to you by her own free will. A lady during the day, a submissive by night..."

"I suppose you would know such a woman." Balgruuf replied, mocking my idea slightly.

"I know a maiden... You'd be saving her from a dreary life and an abusive step-brother. She is interested and eager to learn bondage with a good man, but she hasn't come across any. You could sweep her off her feet..."

"I would have to meet her first, but your proposal sounds reasonable. My lonely heart does beat faster at the idea of being whole once more."

"Would Hrongar be willing to deliver a message to her by carriage? I'm sure she'll come here if I write her a letter."

"Yes, but why Hrongar?"

"He looked bored out of his skull back at the Bannered Mare Inn. This would be a nice quest for him and a safety measure for my acquaintance."

"I can have him ready the day after tomorrow."

"I'll write the letter tomorrow then, rest assured... You won't be disappointed."

That said I took my leave and wandered towards the Bannered Mare Inn.

Today had been another day of helping love and repairing hearts...

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This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.