章 72: Mob
Leaning against the railing outside of Lod's House, I watched as the citizens of Falkreath crowded around the Jarls Longhouse, shouting profanities towards the wooden building.
Some held their work tools, whilst others held blades; however, all were yelling for the same thing.
""Siddgeir!""
The crowd chanted the mans name, but not in the way that the Stormcloak's chant for Ulfric, or the Imperials chant for the Empire; no, they wanted blood.
Nenya had gone house to house, shop to shop, informing the populace of what she had discovered about Siddgeir's misdeeds and misuse of tax money, riling them up into the bloodthirsty mob that had gathered.
The populace of Falkreath might have been small, but they were Skyrim natives through and through; violence was second nature to them, and blood was as much a currency as gold and liquor.
Hearing that Siddgeir had misused their hard earned Septims for personal profit, hearing that he had forced multiple women, both citizens and travelers into his bed, and hearing about how he had neglected and reneged his duties as Jarl got them all worked up.
And they wouldn't take anything besides his head on a pike as repentance.
Watching the mob storm around the Jarl's Longhouse, I smirked as Nenya parted the crowd, approaching the door.
Flanking her was Helvard and the Guard Commander, a Bosmer woman by the name of Lialki.
Who, incendently, was currently pregnant with Rayya's child; not only that, but the Bosmer was adamant about Rayya raising their child, going so far as to threaten the woman with treason against the Hold if she neglected her 'duty'.
I had gotten a good chuckle at that, which made the Redguard beside me mildly angry as she watched her newfound, and unwanted, wife walk beside Nenya.
Glancing at my Thrall, I chuckled again, making her huff in annoyance as she looked away; I wasn't against it, telling her that it was still her life, but I wouldn't clean up her messes for her.
It wasn't my job to do so.
I also told her that if she wasn't wanting to have children, the Redguard woman needed to learn which women she could cum inside of when she had these escapades; some women, with certain statuses, were most definitely going to force you to marry them, lest their honor be besmirched when they become a single mother.
Rayya just had to learn that the hard way.
Returning to the present, I observed Nenya's smug smirk as she banged her fist against the door, shouting "Siddgeir! Come out here, or we're going to come inside!"
The Longhouse had no secret passageways or windows that he could fit through, and even if it did, Guards were waiting by each potential exit way, prepared to catch the man.
Waiting a few moments, Nenya nodded as she stepped back, gesturing to Helvard and Lialki to bust the door down.
The two drew their steel swords and rushed inside, coming back out moments later with an angry looking Siddgeir in their arms, who was hurling profanities at the two of them.
"-rty Elven bitch! Unwanted and unneeded child of a drunkard! Get your filthy hands off of me, you curs!"
The two glared down at him, before tossing him forwards unceremoniously, into the center of the crowd.
Walking forwards with Rayya, I shoved my way through the crowd and stared down at the cursing man, his eyes slowly filling with fear as the citizens grew closer.
"Stay back! I'm the Jarl, you damn peasants! Touch me and there will be hell to pay! The Divines will smite you for this!"
I raised a brow at that, chuckling at his blatant attempt at using religion to placate the crowd, but...
"Fuck you, you thieving fuck!"
"Did you think you could get away with stealing my coin, you spoiled prick?!"
"This is your comeuppance for what you did to Sera!"
"Stendarr will smite you first, you unfaithful heathen!"
"I hope you burn in hell!"
Hearing the 'peasants' hurling insults at him, the pathetic face of Siddgeir searched the crowd for a potential ally, before they found his father, Dengeir.
"Father! Are you really going to let this happen to me?! Your only son?!"
The older man sighed, his wrinkled features conflicted as he stared at his son.
"Sid... you..."
Shaking his head, the man chuckled wryly as he gestured around himself, towards the shouting crowd, before gesturing to Nenya and Helvard.
"You had everything you could have ever needed to succeed. I relinquished the Throne because I believed this Hold needed new blood at the helm, to steer it to the best possible future... instead, you lined your pockets, warmed your bed with unwilling women, and you even made an enemy out of the one person who could have saved you?
Do you not know why Nenya has served as Steward for decades now? She placates the Legion, scares the Stormcloak's, and keeps our people fed and protected to the best of her ability. She was a former Arch Mage for the Empire itself, but she decided to leave and govern our Hold, turning her experience in managing battalions into managing the people.
Without her, I wouldn't have been able to keep the Legion at bay, nor would I be able to confidently, and proudly, proclaim that this Hold was peaceful and prosperous. However, you turned her against yourself... Sid, this is your own doing, and... there is nothing I can do. Nothing I will do..."
Sighing, he bit his lip before turning around, his maid Tekla staring at Siddgier with sorrow before joining her Master, slipping from the roaring crowd.
Nenya was smirking down at Siddgeir, who was staring at her with immense fear in his eyes; learning that the woman he had thought as weak and simply long lived was actually a former Arch Mage for the Empire was devastating, and her sparking emerald eyes made him shiver.
"What shall we do with this traitorous Jarl?!"
Hearing her shout, the crowd roared "Behead him!", making Nenya's smirk widen.
Lialki smirked as well, reaching forwards and lifting the man up.
Siddgeir turned towards me, his desperate pleading entering everyones ears.
"J-Jeleia, s-surely you wouldn't l-let our child grow up f-fatherless?!"
Furrowing my brows, I stared at the man in disgust as I replied "You actually believed me during our nights together? Sure, I'm pregnant, but not with your child. I made sure of that."
Nenya frowned slightly at that comment, her eyes narrowed as she stared at me before shoving Siddgeir forwards, the handsome man's face slack with shock as he was pushed along.
Dragging him up to the prepared wooden platform, Lialki stepped up and pushed the man down, nodding to the burly Guard who held a giant, sharp axe.
Nenya stepped up as well, before reiterating his crimes, being the mans judge.
Listening in, I glanced at Rayya beside me, who was staring at the scene with an indifferent gaze.
Chuckling, I gently elbowed her side and whispered "Your wife's kinda hot with that stern expression of hers~"
Glaring at me, Rayya glanced at Lialki, who was looking over the crowd.
When her gaze fell on Rayya, the Bosmer narrowed her eyes and stared intently at her, making Rayya shiver.
"Did she whip you already~?"
The Redguard almost growled at me, before taking a deep breath and returning her gaze to the platform, where the Guard had lifted the axe above his head.
Smirking, I watched as the silvery blade descended, slicing cleanly through Siddgeir's neck and beheading the man, the crowd roaring in approval.
With this, I now held Falkreath from the shadows.
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I know Dengeir isn't actually Siddgeir's father; he's his uncle. Just... forgot that as I wrote it in the previous chapters, so retcon... boom!
Anyways, we'll be here for a little longer before moving back out into the harsh wilderness of Skyrim!
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