The main hall is filled with men, conquerors all. Around the edges, the women of the village meekly serve their new masters and try their best to avoid being noticed. Alas, the noble lady gets no such invisibility as Ulfric’s men drag her from the room she was kept in to kneel at his feet, hands bound behind her back. He leans forward from her father’s chair to tip her chin up, getting a better look at his prize. So. What should I do with the daughter of my enemy? His men chuckle darkly.
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