A Fanfic I Should Probably Develop More

After Miraak's defeat, Sabrinia Dragonborn decided in deep meditation that to restore the Empire was the destiny Hermaeus Mora had spoken of, and returned to the mainland.

Arriving at the moot to select Skyrim's next High King on the back of Odahviing, she used her Thu'um to clear the heavy snow clouds out of the sky, and declared herself High Queen before the assembly. The moot, standing in universal awe, selected her.

Her Thu'um echoing over the mountains, she promptly declared herself the heir of Tiber Septim, Empress of Tamriel, claiming that as the Empire was born when mighty one of the dragon blood declared it so, thus it is reborn.

Gathering the scattered remaining Stormcloaks under her banner, the downtrodden Dunmer of Windhelm, and the legionnaires under the command of General Tullius, his will broken by her Thu'um, she marched across Skyrim.
At her command, Odahviing and Durnehviir slaughtered (and ate a few of) the Thalmor agents gathered at their embassy and burned it to the ground.
Pulling every string she had spent years tying off, Sabrinia deployed the thieves over which she was Guildmaster and the assassins over which she ruled as Listener to hunt down and capture every last Thalmor agent in Skyrim.
In a gruesome public ceremony in Solitude, Sabrinia sliced away each agent's clothing as they hung on the pillory. Then slashed each agent's abdomen open to spill their entrails.
Then she called her dragons.
The smell of cooked Altmer flesh didn't dissipate for miles, or for weeks.

Hurling every last assassin into the Reach, she finally burned out and crushed the last of the Forsworn after three weeks of directing the hunt.

Having cleaned her house, she sent thieves and assassins abroad like creeping tendrils, spreading stories of hope and cheer for potential allies and sending any who would oppose her into panicked disarray.
With her consort Serana as second-in-command, she rode west over the mountains into Orsinium, holding the Hammer of Malacath aloft to cheers from the native orcs, who formed up in ranks of thousands behind her armies.
Meeting with the leaders of Hammerfell, with Odahviing in the skies above, she formed the Sand Snow Accord, an alliance to wipe out the Dominion and set Sabrinia upon the Dragon Throne, with Hammerfell's independence guaranteed, though with the provision that any could rejoin the Empire.

Setting sail from Stros M'Kai, her forces sailed around the Summerset Isles, smashing the Aldmeri fleets with sword and arrow and Thu'um and dragon's fire to anchor just offshore from the capital city of Alinor.
Sabrinia took only one Nord, one Imperial, one Orc, and one Dunmer bodyguard in a small boat into the port, surrounded by Thalmor soldiers and mages, every one fearing and hating her, and hating their direct orders to wait.
Sabrinia was admitted to see the High Wizard alone.
The doors slammed shut behind her with a wave from the old High Elf, and sixteen Summerset Shadows leaped from the gloom with swords drawn.
One "YOL, TOOR-SHUL!" and a blur of blades later, she stood over the throne, the High Wizard shaking like a child in the face of a storm.

"Now, your Eminence, I have only two words for you. GOL, HAH!"
He shuddered at the force of her Thu'um, but only for a moment.
The pupils of his eyes dilated until the only colors were white and black.
She smiled at him, and presented a scroll.

"Sign this, give it to your servant just outside the door and tell him to follow the instructions to the letter, and return to your throne."
He did so, in blank silence but with the slow gravity with which one in his position does everything, from eating to passing judgment.

Sabrinia let him shuffle back to his throne and sit.
Let the old mer be found reclining regally.

"KRI, LUN-AUS!"
His body shook under her Thu'um, but stopped when the black dagger pierced his robe, the armor beneath it, and the back of his throne.
She left it there for the servants or the soldiers or the gods to find.

Sabrinia Dragonborn stepped into the sunlight to see the full might of her armies arrayed around the gleaming palace which once held the leadership of the Aldmeri Dominion, but would for now serve as a mausoleum for the enemies of the Dragon Empress, May She Live Forever.