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Inktober 2021: 2. Suit
Want to see my work early and get other perks? Go to my Patreon!"She wants me to try one more time to get you to wear this."
The steel-grey eyes of the Soon-Jarl traced the sun over the bronze edge of the circlet for only a moment before they returned to securing the new bracers, his fingers flexing against the hand guard. "Much as I love Gretta, she needs to remember she was my nursemaid, not my mother, if she loves that gaudy thing so much, she can wear it."
Galmar Stonefist chuckled and held the circlet loosely as he leaned against the carved Atmoran windows in the Palace of Kings to look out over the crowd of Eastmarch citizens that had gathered to see the transfer of power between Warrior Kings. "You know, Ulfric, she has a point. You don't look the part of a Jarl...that shit you're wearing looks heavier than the Centurion armor you wore some five winters ago."
"It is and it should be." The weight of the carved Nordic armor did rest heavy upon his shoulders, but that'd been by design. This was a responsibility, not a privilege. "And they don't want a Jarl. Free-Winter was doing fine as Jarl as far as I could tell before you came to tell me otherwise."
There was an apology in his tone though he'd never insult Ulfric's strength by making it too obvious. "I know...I know you wanted to leave it all behind, but you know as well as I do that as much as you make your own way in this life, some of the path is unavoidable." A cheer came up from the crowd outside. Brunwulf Free-Winter was already addressing them, thanking them for the support he'd no longer have as soon as Ulfric opened the doors of Ysgramor's Palace onto the courtyard beyond. Both men waited for the din of combined voices to quiet before the conversation continued. "You will earn your place in Shor's Hall, Ulfric, that's to be sure, but your seat will be a throne, not a bench, and there's nothing you can do about that. You were born to rule."
"That implies that some were born to stand while others were born to kneel, and you know how I feel about that." The words fell out quickly and with venom, like spit, and his eyes narrowed as they looked at the circlet in his old friend's hand. "Leave that godsdamned thing in here to collect dust. I won't need it." An armored hand gestured for Galmar to follow him out of the room that had once been his father's so many years ago, and the sound of heavy bootfalls resounded in the chamber as they left the Jarl's Chambers and headed down the halls towards the throne room.
"So no circlets then?"
"No. No circlets. No foppish horseshit. For what I want for Eastmarch, what I think she wants for herself, I'll need armor, not finery."
Galmar gave him a sideways grin as the blinding light through snow clouds illuminated his future Jarl's chest armor once he opened the door in front of them. "Well then, seems I'll need a set too. How do you feel about bear pelts for your housecarl's armor?"
"Too on the nose."
"Always the rebel, Ulfric, always the rebel."
Day 2 for this year's Inktober was suit, so have a 30-something year old Ulfric putting on his signature armor for the first time.
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Honestly, out of all of them I've done so far, this one is the one I'm LEAST happy with. I liked the idea, but not the execution. But then again, I think Inktober is about pushing yourself to not be afraid to fail a little. Not all of them will be winners. Thank you though!
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