Your POV

"FOR TALOS' SAKE RALOF! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS THIS STUPID WAR!" I yell at my boyfriend, Ralof. We're fighting...again.

"THIS WAR IS NOT ALL I CARE FOR! I CARE FOR YOU TOO." Ralof argued back.

"I swear on my oath when I joined the Stormcloaks that you've gotten inside my head. Ever since Helgen damnit! If this war is all that you care about, then we just need to break up."

"(Y/N), wait! I..."

"Save your breath, Ralof. Obviously Mara didn't want this to work out." By this point, everyone in the Palace of Kings was staring over at us and I had tears streaming down my face. "I don't want to do this, but I have too. This is goodbye. Best if we don't even look at each other or speak to each other." After that, I walk away from him and to the stables to catch a ride to Whiterun so I can travel the short distance to Riverwood.

||Skip until you get to Riverwood||

Gerdur usually works at the mill during the day, but it was night when I arrived. I stroll through the small village with rain hitting my hair and face. These last few days has been forlorn. Gods, why did it have to be this way? I come upon a home to me. I knock three times before Hod opens the door. He welcomes me in.

"(Y/N), it's good to see you. Where's Ralof?" He asked as he lead me to the table. Just hearing his name brings tears to my eyes.

"Go get Gerdur so she can hear this as well." He nodded and crossed the room to obtain Gerdur.

"(Y/N), where's Ralof?" Gerdur said when she started drifting towards me.

"You know how this war has been going  on for quite some time now, and how Ralof and I got together." They nodded. "Well, I kind of broke up with him."

"What happened?" Gerdur said.

"We got into another fight. It was pretty embarrassing since it was in the Palace of Kings. I didn't want to break up with him, but I guess this war has made us drift apart. Can I stay here for a few months so I can get away from all the drama? I'll work at the mill every day."

"Oh, of course, (Y/N). Anything that can help you." Gerdur said.

"Can I use a piece of parchment? I need to send out a letter to Jarl Ulfric saying that I'm going to take leave for a few months." Hod nodded and went to get me parchment, an inkwell and quill. "You guys can go back to sleep if you want to. I'm just going to write this letter, then I'll find the courier."

"Is there anything you need before we go back to sleep?" Gerdur said before joining Hod in bed.

"No, I'm good. Night." I start writing the letter to the jarl whenever Gerdur left the room.

Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak,

I'll be taking leave from the war for a few months to let things settle between myself and Ralof. It's just been very forlorn lately. I'm sorry you had to witness our fight in the palace. I know taking leave isn't the best thing to do since I'm the best at what I do, but it is the best way to relieve stress and drama going on in my life. Again, I am truly sorry about taking leaving and I hope you understand my reasons why.

Sincerely,

Stormblade

I seal the letter and go to the Sleeping Giant's Inn where the courier stays. It was like a warm hug when I entered the Inn. The courier was at the alchemy table brewing up some potions. I stride over and tap him on the shoulder.

"I need you to deliver this letter to Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak in Windhelm. Say it's from Stormblade." I say handing the man the letter. He takes it then goes onto Windhelm. Now, time to relieve stress.

||Skip till a few months this later||

I have finally relieved some stress off my back by working in nature and with Gerdur. I don't wear my uniform, but I wear a shirt, pants, boots, and gloves. I have my pinned back so it won't get in my face. I'm chopping wood when I hear something or someone moving closer towards me. I draw my steel dagger that I have on me instead of my sword that I carried around before I took leave.

I turn around and hesitantly place the dagger up against the person's throat. I see a very familiar face that I've hoped to not see. Ralof. I don't know if I should remove the dagger from his throat or not.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here. The man who hasn't even tried to contact me or find me. Pathetic. A true Nord would seek out the one Mara has blessed you with. Obviously you aren't a true Nord. Talos save your hide. Now tell me what you want or I won't hesitate slitting your throat right here and now." I say quite harshly. Though I don't mean it, I need him to think that I've gotten over him.

"I've come to apologize." He said putting his hands up in surrender.

"I don't want to hear it, Ralof. If you truly want me back, then I challenge you to a dual. First one who surrenders will lose. If I win then I won't take you back. If you win then I'll take you back. If it comes to a draw then I'll forgive you and take you back. Deal?"

"Deal. You aren't going to use that pathetic little dagger of yours, are you?" I remove my blade.

"Not in a million years. I'll grab my sword from Alvor since he was sharpening it for me in case something comes up like this."

"That sounds like you." I run over to Alvor, pick up my specially made ebony sword, and see to Ralof just on the other side of Alvor's house. He draws his iron war axe and charges at me. I just stand there waiting for him to do nothing to me except meet my sword. Right before he strikes me, I block the attack.

Ralof and I danced with our weapons before we both fall to the ground exhausted.

"I give." Ralof said panting.

"Me too. I forgive you, Ralof." I say placing my head on his shoulder.

"I knew you would. How about we go back to Windhelm and celebrate with the others."

"Why?"

"You haven't heard? The Stormcloaks won the war."

"Really? Yes! I knew we would win, but not like I won you. I love you, Ralof."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."