Freya was originally just a mercenary. Although powerful, she rarely dealt with nobles and rulers.
Facing a request from a great noble like the Jarl of Whiterun, she looked at the Witcher somewhat at a loss, then received an affirmative nod.
"What is your request, My Jarl?"
"As long as it's not too difficult, we should be able to help."
Seeing Freya's sincere attitude, Balgruuf smiled and said kindly,
"I originally intended to have my guard captain, Irileth, lead the Whiterun guards to confront the incoming giant dragon."
"However, after hearing of your brave deeds, I hope to invite you to also participate in the fight against the dragon."
"And I promise that as long as you help us defeat the dragon, I will definitely give you a generous reward for your courage."
After Balgruuf finished speaking, the court wizard Farengar added,
"Dragons have been gone for hundreds of years. They possess fire breath and tough scales, and some dragons can even use Dragon Shout magic."
"To deal with them, it's safer to have ample combat power prepared."
Their reasons were normal, but Guilliman knew that they wanted to see if Freya could absorb the dragon's soul, as prophesied for the Dragonborn.
This was a very important matter for all of Skyrim, worth confirming.
Although the Dragonborn maiden was strong, she had never been entrusted with such a heavy responsibility, nor had she ever faced a legendary dragon.
She was clearly somewhat lacking in confidence, looking at the Witcher with hesitant eyes, seemingly wanting his support.
Guilliman nodded to the maiden without hesitation, then mouthed,
"Don't worry, I will protect you."
After receiving the man's affirmation, the Dragonborn maiden took a deep breath, then nodded and said,
"Alright, My Jarl, I will participate in the battle against the dragon."
Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun nodded in satisfaction, then had the castle's maid take the two to the Dragonsreach bathroom and arranged a spacious bedroom for them.
Interestingly, Balgruuf probably thought the two were an intimate couple, so the bedroom he arranged for them only had one double bed.
After washing up, when the two entered the bedroom in light clothing, the Dragonborn maiden clearly hadn't expected this and hesitated, not walking in.
Walking behind Freya, the Witcher, who had been admiring her alluring figure, immediately rejoiced in his heart and exclaimed with emotion,
Well done, Balgruuf!
Then, Guilliman, feigning a serious expression, placed his hands on the Dragonborn maiden's shoulders, gently pushing her into the room while whispering in her ear,
"It's alright, Freya."
"That day you slept so soundly leaning on me, didn't I do nothing?"
"Don't worry, tonight I want to hear your adventure stories, and I'll also tell you some of my old stories."
"Don't you want to hear them?"
However, Guilliman had clearly underestimated Freya, a seasoned mercenary.
This kind of "I'll just tease, not go in" scumbag talk.
As a mercenary who often hung out in taverns and heard all sorts of dirty jokes, how could she not have heard it before?
Freya grumbled inwardly.
Although she also had a good impression of Guilliman, less than two days had passed since they met. Was this too fast?
However, the Dragonborn maiden was indeed very anxious and needed some support.
Not only because of the magical experience in Bleak Falls Barrow and the Dragon Shouts etched into her memory.
But also because she might have to fight a terrifying giant dragon tomorrow. As someone who considered herself just an ordinary mercenary, how could she not be afraid?
But then she thought about how this man beside her had promised to protect her and would fight the dragon for her without hesitation.
Such camaraderie and trust were rarely found even among mercenaries who had faced life and death together.
For a Nord girl, they respected warriors and oaths. For the sake of the feelings in their hearts, they would willingly go to their deaths.
Thinking a jumble of thoughts, and under Guilliman's soft coaxing, the Dragonborn maiden finally sighed in her heart and walked with him towards the double bed.
Although she had never experienced it, she had heard from other mercenaries that before an intense battle, if one could do that kind of thing with a beloved opposite-sex partner, it would not only be very blissful but also effectively relieve stress.
If death was possible tomorrow, then what harm was there in being impulsive today?
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