Crowns do not make kings, no more than titles do heroes. Before legend came to life and his destiny as the Dragonborn was revealed, Wulf had been a lot of things: a thief, a guard, a killer, a lover, a friend and many more. But once, longer ago than he cares to admit to, there was just a child that had to grow up early in a world that was too big for a Nord boy from Bruma. BC part2

Ulfric, the Gourmet and the living fossil. Or, a moment of reflection on the Civil War for the Jarl of Windhelm. Not quite as cracky as it sounds. Fully compatible with the Blacktyde Chronicles. Happens somewhen during BtS (about five months after Helgen). Mild of spoilers for the future of HT. ((No knowledge of the series needed))

What do Wulf, his lover and a boiled crème treat have in common? (M rating for sexual innuendo; nothing graphic though)