The Wedding
"Congratulations, Jon Dare and Thane Alina."
The people in the great hall congratulated the two one by one. This was at least the best thing in this audience. Somehow the impulses of Jon was quite likable to the king and the Nords. Creating a happy event and throwing salt in the eyes of the Imperials and the Thalmor.
"I made preparations with the Temple tomorrow and a party will be thrown in my house. I hope that everyone attends."
"Thank you. We will be there for sure."
Torygg and Ulfric were both invited of course, and the two didn't decline. However, the Imperial Synod mages left.
"It is so nice when toxic people leave like that, it is like trash took itself out." Jon whispered to Alina.
"You were harsh on them indeed. Tell me now, how long were you preparing for this?"
"It was inevitable. One way I had to leave things for you, I am not sure if you will resent me for it later on but when I return, you can do whatever you want with me."
"You still have three days, don't depress me so early."
"Yes, my lady. Those three days will be all about you."
Alina was satisfied with his reply.
"What is the limit then?"
"It depends. But it won't be more than two years. Also, you can make business trips outside Skyrim every now and then."
"True."
"Bring the girls with you."
"Right back at you."
"... Haha! Good one."
The two kept talking to each other in a low tone as Jarl Korir made sure that a few rounds of mead go around the people around. Sigurd and Tormund were receiving the congratulations from the people around as the two Clans Patriarchs.
"Jon Dare, accept my congratulations as well."
"Elenwen? You still here, woman?"
"Won't you show some Nordic hospitality?"
"You Thalmor should have had your fell yesterday."
Jon's sharp tongue was too hard to endure but Elenwen did her best.
"So, just wanted to ask. Now that you are going to become a road vagrant outside Skyrim, do you have a certain destination in mind?"
Elenwen's clear tone and yellow smile showed the meaning of her words. She seems to be getting ready to pursue Jon to the ends of Nirn.
Jon smiled back to her accepting the challenge.
"I do indeed, I was thinking off… Summerset. Maybe Alinor or Cloudrest."
Elenwen's smile froze.
"Are you planning on revenge?" She asked in a cold voice.
"Revenge is not in my plans, you guys are pretty good at fucking yourselves on your own."
"Careful there, this is not something I can let slide."
Jon opened his hands.
"Meanwhile in the land of nobody gives a shit."
"... You are a madman, Jon Dare." Elenwen turned and walked out.
"Enjoy your next 24 hours." Jon sent her away.
"..." But she stopped.
"It still means have a nice day."
"Tsk."
***
*Next day in Winterhold, Jon's manor*
"I hate those pelts, man."
"You gave to wear one. A proper one."
"Just how on…"
"You're the one who wants to be wed by tonight. I know everyone is here but you are making things too hard for us, man."
Jon was being put into his groom wear. A traditional Nordic long robe and a silly circular had made him feel a bit like an oaf but he still managed to look good in them.