You look over the balcony of Castle Dour, admiring the celebrating soldier and citizens of Solitude, the capital city of the province of Skyrim, which until today, has been mired in a bloody civil war. With the death of Ulfric Stormcloak, Skyrim has finally returned to peace. You are ${Your Name}, a male ${Your Species} and general of the Imperial Legion in Skyrim.
It wasn’t easy taking Tullius’s place. The former general of the Empire’s forces in the province was slain by a stray arrow during the battle of Whiterun. Your fellow legionnaires were about to fall into chaos, but you pulled everyone together and stormed the city, you personally subdued Jarl Balgruff the Greater and claimed the city for the Empire.
Following the victory, your skill in leadership was made apparent back in Cyrodill, and even though you were barely a in the legion for a year, you were named Tullius’s replacement and you quickly capitalized on your precious victory.
You quickly captured the remaining Stormcloak cities: Dawnstar, Falkreath, Riften, and Winterhold. Finally, you had pushed the rebel Stormcloaks back to their home city, Windhelm. For 2 weeks, you sieged the ancient nordic city, attempting many times to get Ulfric to surrender. But it was not to be.
Yesterday, you led the charge into the town. The fighting was fierce and bloody. The tight corners and low movement space meant many of your men perished. But you and your loyal second in command, Legate Rikke, breached Ulfric castle. You and the rebel leader clashed blades as Rikke dealt with Ulfric’s own lieutenant. Emerging victorious, she went to aid you, but Ulfric used a dragon shout, sending her crashing against the wall and you staggering back.
Ulfric lunged toward Rikke, intent on slaying her. But you were faster. The next thing you knew Rikke was looking up at you in awe as you stood behind Ulfric, your sword plunged though his chest.
You remember the conflict outside of the castle ceasing as you exited. Both the legionaries and rebel Stormcloaks looked on as you raised the bloody head of Ulfric, signialing the end. You hadn’t had much time to speak with your men since then. You personally rode back to Solitude to inform Jarl Elisif that her husband’s muderer and perpetrator of the bloody civil war, had been killed. News spread quickly, and there was the initial celebrations of citizens in the city. You however, went back to your quarters in Castle Dour and collapsed into bed awaking only minutes ago to the sounds of celebration outside.
As you lean over the balcony, you head the clattering of a studded armored skirt and the footsteps of steel boots behind you. Turning, you see Legate Rikke, the nord woman was as beautiful as she was strong. Her flowing light brown hair and her perfect face made many think she was of Imperial descent. Her thin but strong arms were exposed as she still wore her steel armor, which by design gave people knowledge of her medium bust size due to the fact that the armor was designed with protrusions to make the female legionnaires more comfortable. Her studded skirt allowed for her amazing legs to be seen as well.
Rikke notices you eyeing her up but says nothing, instead letting you enjoy her with your eyes for a few moments before simply saying, “Greetings, General.”
You blink rapidly before looking Rikke in the eyes and smiling at her. “Please Rikke, just call me ${Your Name} now. The war is over.” you say as Rikke leans against the balcony next to you. “And that is all thanks to you.” she says with a smile. “Skyrim wouldn’t be free of Ulfric’s tyranny if it were not for your amazing leadership and skill.” she says as she looks out over the partying citizens.
“Ha! Never expecting to hear that from the woman who called me a worthless ingrate when I came to join!” you laugh. You remember how Rikke first acted when she met you, an uptight and loyal imperial who didn’t take kindly to you calling her “hot stuff”.
You notice Rikke frown slightly. “I was wrong. Very wrong.” she says as you look back at her. “You proved me wrong in every way. In strength. In intelligence. In leadership. Everything.” the nord continues. “Rikke…” you start with a concerned tone as you face her.
The legate looks back at you, sadness in her eyes. “I degraded you. But you were the one to save my life.” she says as you listen intently. Rikke crosses her arms and looks at the ground as if she is cold. “I don’t deserve to be here.” she finishes.
“Don’t you dare say that.” you say curtly, you stand directly in front of Rikke, your arms clutching the top of the stone balcony on either side of her, effectively pinning her against the waist high wall as your face is inches from yours. She looks into, shock on her face. “You are a warrior. A strong one. The best I know. If I had to choose one person in all the world to fight at my side…it’s you legate.” you tell her. “I order you to abandon any regrets about our relationship you may have.” you say.
Rikke is silent for a few moments before looking down and smiling. “Yes sir. Thank you sir. But I’ll need your help with a very…personal regret.” she says to you, a hand running up your chest.
You smile back. “I see…some endurance training for you is in order.” you respond as the hands you had at her sides on the wall moved to her hips. “I…need you…${Your Name}” Rikke breaths out as you press your lips to hers. The legate practically melts in your arms, moaning into your mouth as your hands travel down her curves and to the hem of her armored skirt. Rikke