Hey guys!

Shoutouts:

Eep246: I'm really glad you like it, cookies for being first! I have mixed feelings about Ulfric personally as you might notice.

Guest: I don't update stories nobody reads. Well you may have a point but the thing is though, amnesia would cause a lot of confusion in anyone, and Nasilda has got more than amnesia, she has a full personality change. She is pretty much a new person in another body who really doesn't like the man she married that much. Vows are vows, yes, but it's up for debate on how they should be honored in this situation. I'm just writing how she feels and her experience on the matter.

Midnightandcounting: I really wasn't expecting to see one of my older reviewers reading this! You proved me wrong!

I named this chapter after the daedric prince of tasks; Peryite.

Chapter 13: Peryite

Nasilda had slept moments after she sat on the bed, she found hours became moments when Ulfric re entered the room in comfortable clothing and a pile of books.

She groaned as he nudged her awake, He spoke words of waking and resisting the sleep.

But the sleep was her friend, her comfort. When she remembered no other delight, the tempting hand of sleep briefly reminded her.

Yet she had duties to perform under him.

"Now before you say anything, we aren't going to read all of these, at least, not today." Ulfric smirked, "But extracts from these literatures may have something to do with what we discuss and may explain things better than I could."

She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, "Alright."

He then stood to leave the room, "I'll allow you to prepare yourself, I'll be in the main hall with breakfast once you're ready."

And she began to prepare the moment the heavy door shut.

There was a dusty mirror in the room along with several dressers, Nasilda put her armor over her tunic and walked over to the antique mirror.

It had been weeks since she had even looked at herself in the mirror, Jorrvaskr didn't really stock them as warriors tend to bother.

She was filthy, dirt covered her nose and cheeks, her hair was oily and she noticed a scratch on her lobe.

She found a nearby sink and washed her face and ran wet fingers through her hair. She wasn't even partially sure what was going to happen today, but she needed to feel even just a little prepared.

So she walked downstairs and met the Jarl of Windhelm at his dining table with a feast of food ready.

It smelled wonderful, the flavors of the food seemed to make the air melt around her, she wanted to eat it straight away and felt her stomach begging for it.

"Ah, Nasilda, I see you clean up nicely." Ulfric smiled. "Dig in"

And she sat and began to eat, piling pancakes onto her plate and omelets and strips of greasy fried ham.

But she could hear the whispers of the servents and guards around her, she could hear their stomachs growl and looked at the table which was covered in metres of food. "There's so much! What happens to the leftovers?"

Ulfric nodded in agreement "The food that is less perishable gets sent to the soldiers whilst the food that will be off by lunch, gets fed to the dogs"

Nasilda raised an eyebrow, "You must have a few dogs, why not give it to the servents or guards? Or even the starving blues in the gray quarter?"

"They have their own wages to spend on such things, dogs don't. I send food to the soldiers so they can be strong and fight for us, I don't see you on the battlefield? Someone has to watch their backs"

Nasilda looked struck, "Some of your people sleep on the floor, some can only eat every few days! They have the stars for a ceiling and you'd rather fuel a war based on your foul actions of treason to the high king!" She wasn't even sure where some of those ideals came from, but the reaction on his face was enough to satisfy her.

"I think you might want to reconsider what you say and go back to the tasks at hand. Finish your food"

And she did with fire on her tongue and burning behind her eyes.

Ulfric spoke as she forked food into her ready mouth, she didn't want to speak in case she blew him away, however she wasn't sure if she cared.

"The way of the voice is the greybeards way of life, it requires meditation and peace, the voice was to be for praise and worship to the goddess Kynareth. They aid the dragonborn in study but they do not serve them, the greybeards serve only themselves." Ulfric started, "However their voices are unmatched, years of study will teach you a word and allow you to use it, but it requires excellent state of mind to use it correctly in battle."

Nasilda nodded as she took a sip of mead from her tankard. "Are you still trying to convince me not to study with them? I won't then. Just get to the point"

"You want to master the voice? You'll need to find the words and use them at every opportunity. They're called words of power and you need to use that power. I know where to find them."

He leaned forward and smiled, "You're going to learn the Thu'm word by word, but you're going to have to help me every time."

Nasilda's eyes squinted, "Help?"

"You're a dragonborn, a natural warrior. A slayer of the mightiest beasts in all of the nirn. As if I could just let you walk away without a deal struck" Ulfric passed her an old book, "Here's something for nighttime reading. Your first assignment is to clear an old fort for use, the location is marked on the first page."

Nasilda stood. "It's a pleasure doing blackmail with you." And walked away.

Ulfric was a man on high boots, he wanted to lead Skyrim and be thought of as the hero, and he wanted to control. He was the taskmaster of the weak.

She could find her own bloody words of power.

"Thanks for the book."

Hope you guys enjoyed that chapter, hope you enjoy the next one.