The wolf and the lioness - The Winter Lord and the Bear King (Patreon)

Jon Snow, in route to Markath, Skyrim

"I thought we'd hear from Ulfric by this time," Ciri said with a sigh riding alongside Jon, behind them was the wagon with Jarl Skald, tied up like a pig, and being escorted by fifty Solitude warriors for his execution

"You have to give him time Ciri, one of his most faithful Jarls was captured, and lost his most important port, Skyrim holds his breath and watches, we struck the first blow, he has to respond" said Jon calmly

However, Ciri couldn't help but look at Jon and ask

"But what if he doesn't?" -

Jon looked at his lioness and with a soft smile replied

"Then we will focus our efforts on Winterhold and then on Riften, until we force him to act or isolate him and we can besiege Windhelm."

Ciri nodded, it was a pretty solid plan, but she hoped she wouldn't have to come to that, to be honest, although she enjoyed the adventures with Queen Elisif, the young lioness missed her home, her estate, being able to walk naked through the halls at will

She missed her nest with Jon, madly and the faster they executed Ulfric, the faster they could get back to their lives

"My Lord, the spells you used on Dawnstar, I had never heard of them” Arwena said, looking at Jon with obvious curiosity and desire in her voice

Jon waved nonchalantly with his hand, while focusing his gaze on the high cliffs that surrounded the road to Markath

Perfect for an ambush

"I have a fairly high predisposition for destruction magic, although conjuration and restoration are not bad for me," Jon said

At those words, Ciri just snorted, before looking at Arwena

"Don't listen to him darling, Jon is a fucking magical prodigy, and although it is true that destruction, conjuration and restoration are the magical schools that he masters with greater precision, he is an adept in all magical branches" said Ciri proudly, watching as Jon only shook his head

"Silence," Jon said firmly, looking up at the towering cliffs

"Everything in order?" Ciri asked with a frown, at the same time that strange noises of rocks hitting each other became louder and louder

“WATCH OUT!” Jon roared, as he saw huge rocks being thrown from the cliffs to the passage to the city, which rolled down the hill, directly into the convoy escorting Skald

The rocks were large and slow, and posed no real threat to Jon, Ciri, or their troops

However, the Winter Lord knew perfectly well that the reason for these rocks was not to harm his troops, but to block the way

“Prepared! Shields up!” Jon shouted, at the same time that, from the top of the mountains, battle horns began to sound, followed by shouts of hundreds, or even thousands of Norse warriors

Jon watched with satisfaction as the Windhelm bear banners appeared on the hills, followed by rebel soldiers, all wearing Ulfric's colored armor

The show has started!

"Apparently Ulfric has no intention of showing his face yet" said Ciri with amusement, taking her sword with evident desire to fight

Jon just nodded

"It seems so, it doesn't matter much, Tulius and his legionnaires are close, we'll have reinforcements soon," Jon said, at the same time that the first wave of arrows was launched towards the convoy

Jon watched in amusement as Skald, who was chained and gagged, tried with all his might to get the attention of the rebels

"Turtle formation," Jon ordered, at the same time that he summoned a magic shield to protect himself from the assault of arrows

When the first attack came, all the soldiers were in a group of six, using their shields to protect themselves from enemy arrows, the same time that Jon's Ward stopped the ones that were going to Ciri, Arwena and him

Ulfric had made the first move, and apparently, he wasn't going to wait for Jon to respond, seeing that the arrows had been totally useless, the jerk from Windhelm decided to do things the Nordic way

Brute force and with the subtlety of a giant riding a mammoth

The war horns sounded again, at the same time that the Stormcloak rushed like savages towards the caravan, which they outnumbered three to one

"Send the signal," Jon ordered one of the soldiers, as he took his sword and prepared to fight

"Arwena you know what to do," Ciri said, while armor appeared on her beautiful body, ready to fight with her beloved wolf

The young elf nodded, focused on the fight

Jon looked at Ciri, sheathed in her enchanted leather armor, designed for speed and hunting

"This reminds me of that time south of Daggerfall," Jon said with amusement on his face

Ciri for her part only laughed and responded provocatively

"I only remember that, after finishing off the leading bandit, you fucked me so hard that my pussy was dumb for a day" said the lioness, evidently seeking to provoke her Wolf

Jon just looked at her with amusement and said

"Let's get this over with so we can celebrate properly," Jon said, taking his sword and preparing to fight

Ciri nodded with a mischievous smile on her face

"100 Septims that I killed more Stormcloaks than you,” said the lioness

Jon just laughed and lunged at the enemy, it was time for Skyrim to know the legend of the Winter Lord

And what happens to those who stand in his way

Ulfric Stormcloak, close to Markath

The plans hadn't gone as he had hoped, though he would never admit it out loud

Just looking at that pair of warriors, the silver lioness left a path of destruction in her wake, weapons and arrows bounced off her skin, which seemed to be as hard as fucking iron, as she brandished her sword at a speed that was simply terrifying, she came to instill so much fear that the soldiers were moving away from her breaking formation

On the other hand, there was the Winter Lord, Talos curses him, at the center of the fight, guiding his men, while, with his sword he tore apart everything in his path, assisted by terrifying and powerful frost magic

He had single-handedly stopped the first wave of attacks, disorganized his warriors and made them easy prey for his own

Around him, his Norse soldiers whispered respectfully at the martial prowess of the enemy, who, at the end of the first wave, simply raised his sword

Directly to where Ulfric was

"Don't you plan to show your face? Or are you afraid of someone who has mastered magic and can defend themselves against yours? Coward milk drinker!” Shouted the Winter Lord, with mockery more than evident in his voice, causing shouts of anger in his camp

The loudest were those of Galmar, who seemed to want to take his axe and dismember the Winter Lord

"I will make him pay for his daring," said the warrior, who trembled with fury at the enemy's words, but Ulfric was not stupid, if Galmar fights against the Winter Lord in single combat, he would lose his head in a blink

In was the cold hard truth and nothing more

"The young man may be a Breton, but he has the balls of a Nord, there are rumors that he has made Elisif squeal like a bitch in heat every night in the blue palace," said one of the captains in a lewd way

However, Ulfric thinking at great speed, the reports and rumors about the Winter Lord seemed to be true, the scouts who observed Haafingar from afar reported the same thing, prosperity never seen before, roads repaired and Solitude's guard completely restructured from scratch

And if his swordsmanship as well as his privileged mind were true, Ulfric did not want to test the extent of his powerful magic, who was feared and respected even in Allinor

They had the advantage, apparently, the warrior limited his magic of destruction by the presence of his soldiers, so the best chance was to eliminate the powerful enemy and free Skald, before he was executed was right now

Taking his axe, Ulfric raised it and gave a war cry, which instantly lifted the spirits of the rest of the troops

Then he began to descend, at the head of his troops, ready to fight at the front, as a Norse king should do

 Ulfric ran towards the enemy and began to destroy the enemy troops, who, to his respect, presented a greater challenge than he expected

The soldiers were fighting together, if one was on the defensive, another attacked from another angle, taking his soldiers by surprise, many of his warriors were being sent towards Sovengarde with alarming speed

"They are going back!" Galmar shouted with pleasure, seeing how the enemy shield wall was pushed back, towards the wagon where Skald was chained and gagged, being guarded by a disgusting Altmer bitch, who was taking down soldiers at an alarming speed and, if her laughter means something, enjoying every single second of it

Ulfric unleashed his fury and brandished his axe towards the enemy, his enormous physique and his dexterity was more than evident, causing several enemies to fall before the blade of his axe

However, as they were about to breach the Shield Wall, screams of terror began to be heard in their back, at the same time as the recognizable sound of an Imperial bugle pierced the battlefield, followed by the heavy footsteps of the Imperial legionaries, being commanded by Tulius, whom Ulfric recognized from the Great War

"An ambush, we must AAAAHHG" Galmar said with realization, before an ice stake will embed itself in his leg, knocking him to the ground

Ulfric looked at the origin of the attack quickly, finding himself face to face with his enemy, his tunic was spotless, Ulfric attributed it to magic, it seemed impossible to him that, after dismembering so many of his men, this warrior was not covered in blood and rest of men in general

With a roar and with alarming speed, Ulfric lunged at Jon, moving his axe with skill and lethality seeking to end Jon's life

However, Jon had no intention of fighting in single combat against a traitor like Ulfric, so, without giving him time to react, he prepared a wall of lightning and threw it directly at his opponent's feet

And Ulfric could only feel one thing

Absolute pain

Even during his time with the filthy Altmer, he had never felt this agony

"You're such a coward that you don't want to face me without magic," Ulfric snapped, not noticing the hypocrisy of his words

However, the Winter Lord had no intention or desire to argue, so he simply increased the power of his spell, subduing Ulfric on the spot, forcing him to bend his knees before him, in just seconds

The Winter Lord walked towards his defeated and humiliated rival, at the same time as Tulius tore to pieces the Stormcloak, who had begun to retreat and run, seeking to escape the legionnaires

Something that, obviously, Tulius would prevent

"CAPTURE ALL THOSE WHO WERE PRESENT, DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!" roared the general, coordinating his soldiers

Gradually, the enemies began to surrender, realizing the precarious situation they were in, Ulfric's "surprise" attack was a resounding failure, and the sight of their king, kneeling and submitting with alarming ease to Jarl Jon, who, at this point, was quite famous in Skyrim, was too much for morale

However, Ulfric had one last trump card

Raising his face to his enemy, he opened his mouth and prepared his Thu'um

"FU..." but he was interrupted by a fast and green spell, coming from the silver bitch, which left him completely paralyzed, and unable to complete the shout

A second later, the Winter Lord began to speak

"Ulfric Stormcloak, you are under arrest in the name of Emperor Titus Mede II for the crime of sedition, your sentence will be death," said the Winter Lord with all the calm in the world, he kicked Ulfric in the face, sending him to unconsciousness and his inevitable death

Little did Ulfric know that the will of the Gods was different, and that the time of his death had not come

Not yet

Jon Snow, at the same place and time

After such a satisfying kick and the crackling of Ulfric's nose, Jon looked around, the fighting was over and the legionnaires and their soldiers were capturing the survivors

"That was easier than expected," Ciri said, walking towards Jon and leaning next to him

"It was," said the young wizard with a smile, at the same time as Arwena, Tulius, and Rikke walked toward them

"Good job, to be honest, I thought it would be much more difficult to put down the rebellion," said Tulius

Jon looked at him and spoke

"I keep saying that it is not sensible to kill him, you could turn him into a Martyr, the ideal would be to make him abdicate, conquering and occupying Windhelm, as I had planned" Jon said with some reproach, but with little interest, his mission in Skyrim was accomplished and soon he would return to his home, with his pets and his life

"They are the orders, but you did a good job, I will see to it that what was agreed is fulfilled after Ulfric's execution," said the general, at the same time that the legionaries began to throw the prisoners into wagons, including Ulfric, who was put in a different wagon from Skald's, along with a couple of peasants and a handful of his soldiers

Jon looked at Tulius curiously

"I understood that he would be executed in Markath," Jon said

Tulius sighed and said

"That was the plan, however, the Jarl of Falkreath is a pain in the ass and demand that his province to be the place where Ulfric would be executed, a symbolic gesture that we do not have too much trouble fulfilling, we head to a small village north of the city, Helgen, where Ulfric and his soldiers will be executed."

Jon nodded and said

"I'll send a message to Elisif and Elewen, she'll want to know that her husband was avenged and Elewen will want to be present for the execution," Jon said with total confidence, knowing his two lovers perfectly well

Tulius nodded in pleasure and said

"Your tent is ready, for three, we leave for Helgen in the morning, and if you make noise, use your magic please, I don't need you to disturb the soldiers," Tulius said with amusement on his face, before continuing to coordinate his men

Jon just laughed, at the same time that Ciri came to his ear and spoke

"Hurry up and call our pet honey, you know that fighting always makes me very romantic" said Ciri before kissing Jon and walking with a flirtatious smile towards the camp, wiggling her beautiful hips, evidently provoking Jon

The Winter Lord only shook his head with a smile and proceeded to check the condition of his men, some had died, it was an inevitable thing of war, and Jon would make sure that each and every one received the corresponding honors

On the way, Jon watched curiously as the legionnaires gagged Ulfric and put him in a wagon, along with several of his men, Jon noticed that, Ulfric's second-in-command was not among those captured, the Winter Lord assumed that he had fled to the nearby caves

"NO, I'M NOT A REBEL, PLEASE LET ME GO!"  shouted a man, getting Jon's attention

Legionnaires were escorting a weak man, evidently Nord, who looked really terrified, at least until one of the soldiers hit him in the face

"SILENCE," said the soldier, pushing the soldier towards the wagon, at the same time that another pair left a man in the same wagon, he was a Nord, in simple clothes, a merchant or wanderer who was in the wrong place and at the wrong time

With black hair and blue eyes, the man was fighting the legionnaires, questioning his unjust capture, however, the legionnaires did not seem to want to listen and simply hit him in the face, snatching his consciousness and throwing him into the wagon with Ulfric

Jon frowned and prepared to confront the legionnaires, however, something more urgent caught his attention

"MY LORD!" shouted a familiar voice, at the same time that Arwena approached, and the cart began its way towards Helgen

Jon shook his head, and watched his lover's niece walk towards him with a huge smile and blood on her robe

Typical of Altmer sorceresses, Jon approached and began to give orders to his soldiers, completely forgetting the strange feeling of that Norse who was unjustly imprisoned

At least for the moment