Please read chapters 1 – 24 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.
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“I cannot believe that we are late for the Emperor’s Ball,” Else fumed.
Jarl sighed. It was not his fault that his disaster of a wife had spent five bells having an army of maids doing her hair. And it wasn’t his fault that there had been an overturned carriage at the bridge over to Palace Hill.
“Are those men setting fire to that building?” Jarl said looking over at a dozen men carrying torches.
There was something truly strange going on in the city. Jarl was sure he had seen a dozen mobs roaming the streets and more than once their guards had had reason to draw their swords to make sure the carriage got the right of way.
“I do not care if they are setting fire to the entire city. We are not stopping. Oh, by the seventh. I am sure that the first dance has already started. The disgrace,” Else moaned.
“Oh. Just shut up. If you only could be useful and suck my cock,” Jarl sighed.