Things couldn't have possibly gotten worse than it was at this very moment.

Ulfric had gotten word of a new general amongst the ranks of the Legion, and to say he was both concerned and curious was an understatement. Why was there suddenly a need for a new general? His sources didn't tell him of any illness Tullius had recently gained, so perhaps it was a corruption issue? It would make sense, considering that the Dragonborn himself mentioned that Tullius planned to overthrow Elisif the moment the opportunity arose; However, that definitely wouldn't have meant there would be two generals in Skyrim.

Well, upon kidnapping the aforementioned general with suspicious ease, it all clicked. The general wasn't an actual general, but instead a young imperial woman forced to dress the part and get captured. It was a ruse, one to tarnish Ulfric's public image and ruin moral for his troops.

After all, who would support a man who kidnapped a young, innocent woman for no reason?

Now, bound to a chair in the coldest dungeon the Palace had to offer, was a sobbing woman, scared out of her mind after explaining Tullius' plans. Both men, Ulfric and Tullius, would do anything to win the war, but to do this? No, Ulfric is many things, but a heartless monster is not one of them.

"By the Gods, Galmar, what do we do?" Ulfric asked, holding the bottom half of his face, brows knit together. His blue eyes stared at the woman, worried and concerned. "Sending her back wouldn't work out well in her favor, I feel... And we don't even know where the hell she is from."