'Prisoner once more'
The sound of dripping water alerted Dakiin's pointed ears, the Pale Elf awoke to see a set of rusted iron bars blocking her path. She sat up, pressing her hands on the cold stone floor which was covered in a thin layer of hay. A guard had noticed her movement and walked over to her cell.
"Where am I?" She looked up, an all too serious expression on her pale face.
"Windhelm Prison. Underneath the King's Halls." The guard gave a slight chuckle, crossing his arms and looking down at her.
"What is to happen to me? Why am I here?" Dakiin questioned him further, standing up now and leaning on the back wall of her cell. A narrow, also barred window let in a small ray of sunlight.
"We don't know yet, that is up to Ulfric."
"Ulfric?"
"Ulfric Stormcloak, the High King of Skyrim!"
Dakiin sighed, the last time she was here there was talk of a Monarchy forming, how many years had it been? She shook her head softly. She'd never know, and it was best not to ask here.
Pounding, rushed footsteps made the snow elf jump, now looking towards the entrance in a cautious manner. A man, presumably Ulfric, stormed through the door, looking at Dakiin with eyes of steel. "That thing is to be transported to Whiterun along with the rest of us for further questioning! Cuff it and drag it to the cart!" The man shouted, pointing and continuing to make drastic actions before leaving. The guard opened her cell and put her in handcuffs, grabbing the chain in between her hands and using it to half-pull half-drag her upstairs, through the halls and outside. She was met by a mix of laughter and booing as she got to the carts, crowds gathered nearby to wish Ulfric well. The elf was sat on the last cart, her hands bound and her mouth tied. She hoped this wouldn't be her end. But the chances of her living now were slim, she had escaped death once already.
Hours later, the carts had made it to Whiterun, luckily the crowds here weren't told whatever they were at Windhelm, they remained quest as Ulfric and his team tied up their horses. Dakiin was dragged once more by a guard, they walked through the town and upstairs to what they called 'Dragonsreach'. Entering the doors, Dakiin took a deep breath, anxious now. From the looks of things the Stormcloak party was last to enter, since no more were coming up the steps. She looked back before being dragged through the doors.
Now in presence of the others, the Guards decided to kick her down, she made a slight squal of pain as they kicked at her knees, then moved to beating her shoulders. Why were they doing this? There was no need to. It was a mere display of domination. Dakiin was beginning to hate these Stormcloaks more and more. The rest of the guests, now seated, watched too.
