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Dragon's Nature Chapter Nineteen

This woman, who had decimated his army and turned the tide of war, devoured a god, tamed an army of dragons, had taken it upon herself to lead him to victory where he'd only found failure. This woman, this incredible woman, stood leaning against a table and panting hard, battlespell worn off, eyeing him carefully for his approval. As if she hadn't held his life in her hands before and could easily do so again. She looked at him as though she was a child pleading for praise. For all the power she held over him, he had this.

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Dragon's Nature Chapter Fifteen

"Is this not what you want?" He laughed once, an indignant noise that neared a cry. "How dare you even ask me that."

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Dragon's Nature Chapter Thirteen

"I can smell him on you. Alduin. Mirmulnir, Kriivaalneh, Yahgrahviin, Nahviintas, Joorahmar…I could list the names for hours. You kill us, and now you are here in peace."

"I'm here in peace to lead you to war," The Dragonborn answered. Ulfric hoped the dragons missed how heavily her shoulders moved with each breath.

"Ah," Odahviing shivered, shaking out his wings like a dog caught in the rain, "I was wondering why I'd been called so soon. We revel in war."

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Dragon's Nature Chapter Fourteen

Ulfric stared at her outstretched hands for too long, listening to her whispered words, too quiet for him to understand. She'd made herself vulnerable, far too vulnerable to him. He could attack and kill her at any point, if he wanted revenge. She was foolish for leaving herself so utterly defenseless to him. For trusting him. Why in Oblivion did she trust him? Why had she always trusted him, from the second she tied him up and thrown him in his own dungeon?

Why did he trust her, despite everything she'd done to him?

He didn't even want to begin to consider the implications that he…he trusted the Dragonborn. Ulfric reached out and wrapped his hands around hers, feeling velvety beginnings of calluses along her palms, a harsh contrast to his rough hands. And he focused on that cold, snow-soft skin beneath his own.

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Dragon's Conquest Chapter One

Ulfric's eyes darted towards his own steel sword, just out of reach and dented from the blows against her cursed weapon. He wondered which Daedra she'd prayed to for the boon, and spat blood and phlegm at her feet. "Never. Never to you, never to anyone. You can kill me, but you will never end the Stormcloaks." He steeled his lungs to Shout the woman down, the rumors of her being the Dragonborn the Greybeards summoned over a year prior seemed to be just that; rumors. She could've ended their duel with a Shout of her own, a Dragonborn's Shout would outclass even Arngeir's.

But, to imagine a Dunmer woman with a heavy Cyrodiilic lilt to her voice was the prophesized Dragonborn, a legendary Nordic hero, was beyond foolish.

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one 10k+ chapter or split it into two or three smaller chapters very real dilemma over here