The Daedric Princess (Skyrim X F!Reader) [UNDER EDITING]

Part 15: Molag, Sanguine, Mother, and Father

[Name]'s POV

"Delvin! It's been a while, my man!" I smile from the shadows as I see Nazir and Delvin greet each other with a smile.

"Been a bloody long time, hasn't it?" Delvin chuckles lowly.

"And Gallus? I thought you died." Nazir looks at the man in shock.

Gallus laughs with a smile. "I'm alive thanks to [Name]... speaking of which, isn't she the one who wanted us all to come here? Where is she?"

"So the Thieves Guild and Dark Brotherhood are here as well," Vilkas says while him, Farkas, and Aela walk over.

"She isn't here yet?" My head snaps to the side to see Onmund and Mirabelle joining the others.

"Don't you think we should go down there and join them?" Odah asks me from the tree he's sitting in, as Ulfric, a few of the Jarls, and General Tullius join. I smirk and leave the shadows.

"Thanks for coming," I announce, and everyone turns to look at me.

"Lass?! What happened?" Bryn gasps since my armor is still ruined and dry blood covers my skin.

"That's actually what I called you all here for. A few of you already know," I hint while sending a look to the Jarls. "But the reason I look like I went through war is because I fought Alduin... and defeated him."

"Listener defeated the foul beast! Cicero believed in her from the start!" Cicero exclaims, and I deadpan.

'I forgot I visited Dawnstar on my way to Whiterun from the College' I face-palm before giggling.

"Plus... didn't you end the war between the Stormcloaks and Imperials?" Farkas asks, and I nod my head.

"Thank the Gods, that war was annoying... and bad for business," Mercer grumbles, and I laugh.

"There's something else though," I say, and Onmund raises an eyebrow.

"What is it?" he questions, and I smirk.

"It's been decided that I will be Skyrim's High Queen."

Everyone goes silent until they all start applauding. "That's amazing, [Name]! If anyone were to deserve that position, it would be you," Karliah smiles and we hug each other.

"She was going to turn it down, but was convinced by Ulfric and the other to accept the position," Odah smirks, and jumps off the tree branch he was on, joining my side. "I'm Odah, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Hello, Odah." Babette waves and runs over.

"A vampire? You're so young," Odah hums and ruffles her hair.

"I'm probably older than you," she states, and he chuckles.

"I doubt that."

Babette's eyebrows furrow and I decide to change the subject. "Anyway, I'm sorry for dragging you away from whatever activities you were partaking in, but I wanted to tell you what happened myself."

"We're glad we heard it from you. We're all proud, [Name]," Aela says, and Ulfric coughs.

"But may I ask why we were called here?" he asks, referring to himself, the General, and other Jarls.

"Aye. You see, I - for some reason - have these cultists after me from Solstheim. They claim that I'm not the 'true Dragonborn', so I'm going to head there soon and see what in Oblivion is going on. I need you Jarls, and Generals to keep order in Skyrim while I'm away. Odah is my right-hand man so if any problems arise, go to him," I inform them with a frown.