I didn't ask for this

You opened your eyes as the carriage hit a bumpy spot, your name still on your lips as you looked around. You were in a small carriage with three other men; one of which was speaking to you “Hey you, finally awake.” You looked at him in horror “You were trying to cross the border right?” you felt yourself nod instinctively as you tried to make sense of your situation, your eyes now failing to your feet as you tried o move your hands “Walked right into that imperial ambush; same as us, and that thief over there.” ‘I can’t move my hands…’ the thought unsettled you “Dam storm cloaks.” You found yourself looking up again, and this time at the other man. He had dark brown hair and sunken in brown eyes, a close match to your own. “Skyrim was fine until you came along…Empire was nice and lazy…” ‘He could be my brother…’ you found yourself thinking as you tried to keep up with what he was saying “If they hadn’t of been looking for you, I’d of stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell.” You blinked ‘Hammerfell?’ the foreign word danced around in your head “You there.” You jumped a bit as the mans gaze met your own “We shouldn’t be here…It’s the Stormcloaks the empire wants.” You smiled at him, oh if he was only an elf you would bring yourself to speak to him. But given that he was human, as they may be called, you were too scared to speak. “Were all brothers and sisters in binds now thief.” the other man said, and you found yourself looking at him. You instantly felt your face flush as you realized how handsome he really was. He had a nice worn look to him, coupled with yellow brownish hair and an overgrown beard. “Quiet back there!” You let out a tiny screech at the loudness of your carriage driver and the other men just looked at you in confusion. The thief, as you would now call him, then began to speak to the handsome man about your other party member. “What’s wrong with him huh?” the man then glared at the thief “Watch your tongue!” you shook at little and shrunk back against the carriage, maybe he wasn’t nice after all. “You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king.” You then looked at the last man in the carriage. He was bound not only by his wrists, but his mouth too. He was looking ahead as if he was already gone, and someplace better than where you were now. ‘Ulfric…’ you let the name settle in your head “Ulfric…Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion?” the thief continued “They captured you…?” you looked up at him to see his face pale as a ghosts “Oh gods, were are they taking us?” “I don’t know were we are going, but Sovngarde awaits.” You stared at the yellow haired stranger in confusion, what was Sovngarde? You tried to ask them but your mouth felt to dry and your stomach too fluttery. “No, this can’t be happening! This isn’t happening!” the thief suddenly yelled and you found yourself letting out a pained whimper “Hey, what village are you from horse thief?” “Why do you care?” there was so much bitterness you just wanted to be somewhere else “A nords last thoughts should be of home.” home, nords, this was all making your head go crazy you couldn’t even think. You looked at the man called Ulfric in desperation and found him only staring back at you ‘please’ you mouthed this to him and he only stared back.