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I woke up to the scent of earthy sage incense and the sound of water dripping into a bucket. My body ached from various cuts, now partially healed, and my skin felt newly washed but not by my hands. Blinking against the haze in my vision, I tried to focus on the woman wringing out a cloth in the corner. Her raven hair was tied up in a bun, and raven feathers adorned her shoulders. She wore a revealing yet tasteful velvet tank top highlighting the intricate golden necklace on her chest. Her features seemed harsh, but her face had a softness to it.The memory of when we met came rushing back—this was the woman Alistair and I had spotted in the Wilds before Ostagar. While Alistair and the men had been cautious and terrified of a wild apostate, I had been curious and unafraid. We had exchanged a few words, entertained by each other’s curiosity, before I had to rally with the other Wardens.Trying to remember her name was a peaceful distraction until reality hit me. The last thing I remembered was fighting at Ostagar. Alistair and I had lit the signal for Loghain’s troops before being overrun. I had my sword lodged in an Ogre, but a Hurlock stabbed straight through my armor like it was glass. My face went white, and my breathing became erratic. I lunged up, and a pain ripped through me. I scanned the room again – This wasn’t Ostagar. The woman dropped the cloth and rushed over, placing a comforting hand on my cheek.“Hey. You’re here. You’re safe,” she whispered, her tone soft and soothing.My breathing began to settle as I peered into her yellow eyes. My heart rate tried to settle. “What was your name again?” I managed to ask, my voice rough.She smiled with a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You have been unconscious for two days, and that is your first question. Interesting choice.”I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to process that it had been two days. “My name is Morrigan,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.“Morrigan,” I repeated, smiling weakly. It was a fitting name. I slowly raised my sore hand to hers, taking it gently. “Thank you, Morrigan.”She looked down at our hands in her lap, almost nervous, as if she had never known affection. My heart quickened at the sight. Clearing her throat, she composed herself. “You should thank my mother, who saved you and the other mouthy Warden from Ostagar.”I sighed, realizing that Ostagar was not a nightmare but a harsh reality. “Good. Alistair lived. And, of course, I will thank her once I can stand.”I slowly retracted my hand and immediately missed the warmth. Morrigan placed a gentle hand on my back to help me sit up. Despite her tough exterior, her touch was tender, warming my heart. “Be careful not to aggravate your wounds,” she warned.Leaning against the bedframe, I met her eyes again. “Can I check your stomach wounds?” she asked.I nodded, and Morrigan rolled up my shirt. The sight of long red gashes all over my stomach and chest made me wonder how I had escaped death again—from my family’s massacre to the Joining ritual and now Ostagar. Morrigan’s hands glided softly over my skin, her healing magic illuminating her touch. She caressed my skin with tenderness, only to become embarrassed when she noticed me watching her. She scratched the back of her neck. “You healed nicely. Would you like to try to stand?”I nodded with a smile. Struggling to stand, Morrigan helped me. I was an inch or two taller than her, but my legs were as weak as clay. When I finally mustered the energy to stand straight, I noticed how close my face was to hers. The tension between us was unlike anything I had felt before. Morrigan’s face flushed, her breath warm against my skin. She was frozen, like a deer in headlights. Enraptured by her one-of-a-kind beauty, I moved a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, studying her features closely.“Thank you again, Morrigan,” I whispered, smiling before reaching for the door.The air outside the hut was cool, the scent of the wilds mingling with the lingering incense from inside. The dense trees around the hut created a canopy that filtered the sunlight into a soft, golden glow. I stepped out and saw Alistair pacing back and forth, his face a mix of anxiety and relief. When he spotted me, his eyes widened, and he rushed over, pulling me into a tight hug. I groaned in pain but was happy to see him, too."I thought I was alone. I'm so glad you're alive," he said, his voice thick with emotion."I'm glad you're here too, Alistair," I replied, feeling comfortable in his presence. We thanked Flemeth, who stood in the hut's doorway, her eyes filled with cryptic wisdom."Do not thank me, child. The world has plans for you yet," Flemeth said, her voice echoing with an otherworldly quality.Before we could leave, Flemeth insisted that Morrigan come with us. Morrigan stood nearby, her arms crossed, a defiant look. "I am not some tool to be used at your convenience, Mother."Flemeth's eyes sparkled with amusement. "No, but your path is intertwined with theirs. You will go with them."Morrigan met my eyes, and I tried to calm her. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, Morrigan, but I would love for you to join us.”Morrigan exhaled slowly, her resolve softening. “I’ll get my things, and we can set off.”As we prepared to leave, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unspoken tension between us. It lingered, a constant reminder of our connection in that rustic hut. Morrigan’s presence was both a mystery and a comfort.Alistair and I tried our best to understand our new daunting task of saving the world. He was the embodiment of panic. I had to be the headstrong leader and take things step by step. We made some progress to the nearby town of Lothering, but with my aching body, we could not get there in time for nightfall. At our first camp, under a canopy of stars, Alistair and I sat by the fire while Morrigan prepared an herbal mixture a little distance away. The crackling flames cast flickering shadows, and the warmth was a welcome reprieve from the night chill."I never thought we'd end up here," Alistair said, poking the fire with a stick. "Everything feels surreal."I nodded, staring into the flames. "Surreal but necessary. We have a mission."Morrigan approached her presence like a dark, graceful wraith in the night. She handed me a steaming cup of tea. "This will help with the pain," she said.Our fingers brushed as I took the cup, sending an unexpected thrill through me. "Thank you," I said, meeting her gaze. Her eyes held a depth of emotions—curiosity, caution, perhaps even a hint of something more.Alistair watched the exchange, a bemused look on his face. "You two seem to get along well."I shrugged, sipping the tea, the warmth spreading through my body. "Morrigan saved my life. I think that warrants some camaraderie."Morrigan smirked, sitting down opposite me. "Camaraderie? An interesting choice of words."My eyes widened. The tension between us was thick, and I wondered if Alistair could sense it. He stood up, stretching. "Well, I'm going to check the perimeter. Make sure we're safe for the night."As Alistair walked away, Morrigan and I were left alone by the fire. The silence was comfortable yet charged with unspoken words. I glanced at her, studying her profile against the firelight."Morrigan," I began, hesitant. "Why did you agree to come with us?"She turned to me, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "Perhaps I saw something in you, Elissa. Something that intrigued me."Maker, she was beautiful. I’m in too deep for the circumstances.I smiled, a genuine warmth spreading through my chest. "I'm glad you're here."Morrigan’s gaze softened, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of us. "As am I, but don’t tell the bonehead I said that," she admitted quietly.As the night deepened, the tension between us remained, but it was no longer a barrier. It was a delicate and new thread connecting us in ways I could not fully understand.After returning, Alistair decided it was safe to rest and began setting up another tent. Morrigan started to set up her own, but I gently touched her elbow. She turned to me, her worried eyes still fretting over my injuries.I chuckled softly, "I'm okay, but I was wondering if you would be comfortable sharing a tent... just in case."Morrigan blinked, her expression momentarily unreadable. "Of course," she said, her voice steady despite the slight tremor of uncertainty beneath it.Together, we entered my tent. The gentle flicker of a single candle cast warm shadows on the canvas walls, illuminating the sparse interior. There was only one cot, and as Morrigan closed the flap behind her, the small space seemed even smaller. She glanced at the cot, then at me, visibly nervous despite the false confidence in her voice."I should at least fetch another cot," she mumbled.I reached out, gently rubbing her arm. My touch lingered a little longer than normal. "You can if you're uncomfortable, but I'm happy sharing, Morrigan."Her eyebrow raised slightly, but she composed herself quickly. "If you are sure."Smiling, I laid down on one half of the cot and raised the blanket as an invitation. Morrigan played nervously with her hands before finally joining me. As she settled in, I slid my arm under the pillow to ensure she wouldn’t fall off. Lowering the blanket, I found myself holding her close. There was a warmth, an electricity between us, but neither of us commented on it.Morrigan's breathing was slightly uneven, and I noticed her silent panic. I whispered, "Is this too much?"Her eyes softened, and she seemed touched by my concern. "No, it is just unfamiliar territory... 'tis all."I nodded, my arm around her, feeling the warmth of her body. My fingers drew light circles on her exposed hip, sending shockwaves through us. After a moment of silence, Morrigan spoke, her voice curious and gentle."What were you before a Warden?"The question was innocent, but it poked at fresh wounds. I sighed, feeling the weight of my past. "I was the daughter of Bryce Cousland, Teyrn of Highever. My family... they were slaughtered by Rendon Howe, Arl of Amaranthine. He was my father's best friend." I paused, the memory still raw. "I was supposed to die alongside them in that castle, but Duncan, the Grey Warden, saved me. He insisted I become a Grey Warden in return for the rescue. It wasn't my choice, but it was necessary."Morrigan’s fingers traced patterns on the cot’s fabric, her voice softening. "I am sorry for your loss. The world can be cruel and unforgiving."I nodded, the pain of my past mixing with the strange comfort of her presence. "What about you, Morrigan? What was your life like before?"She hesitated, her eyes distant. "As you may have guessed, I was raised in the Wilds by my mother, Flemeth. I learned magic and survival but never knew what it was like to have a family and feel connected to others…other humans. Animals are kinder when I shapeshift."My heart ached for her. "You have us now," I whispered, tightening my hold on her. "You have me."Her eyes met mine, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite name. "And you have me. Whatever that is worth," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.We lay there in silence, the unspoken tension between us rising. Her breathing started to slow. Her eyelashes flickered, and her lips parted to let out a soft snore. I smiled in the dark silence. She watched over me for days. It was nice to return the favor, even for a quiet moment. “Priceless,” I whispered, knowing she could not hear my reply.The gentle flicker of the candlelight cast dancing shadows, creating an intimate cocoon around us. The boundary between a friend and something more blurred as the night deepened. I had to remind myself that she was still mainly a mystery.
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The journey to Lothering was slow and tense, the memories of Ostagar haunting each step we took. As we approached the rundown town, the smell of smoke and desperation hung. Refugees were everywhere, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. Amidst the chaos, I noticed a faint scent of Morrigan on my clothes – hints of pine and lavender. Despite everything, it brought a smile to my lips.The Chanter’s Board was overflowing with requests for help. Bandits and wild bears had been plaguing the village, and we spent the day fighting them off. Each battle tested my strength, pushing my sore muscles to their limit. I reminded myself that I was one of the best warriors in Highever, and with each swing of my sword and bash of my shield, I began to feel that strength returning.Morrigan's shapeshifting abilities left me in awe. She transitioned seamlessly from her human form to a bear in the heat of battle, tearing through enemies with raw power, then shifting into a raven to scout ahead. Alistair couldn’t resist joking, “Who’s the bird brain now?” In response, in raven form, Morrigan perched on his shoulder and began pecking at his head. I laughed, a sound that felt foreign but welcome.When we found a small bar to rest in, we were all exhausted but in good spirits. The warmth of the fire and the murmur of conversation offered a brief respite from our grim reality. However, the mood quickly darkened when we noticed some of Loghain’s men at a nearby table. They eyed us with contempt, their anger fueled by the lies they'd been fed—that the Wardens were to blame for Ostagar.A Chantry sister with short red hair tried to diffuse the situation, but the men were convinced that Alistair and I were the enemy. The tallest of them swung at me, his punch wild and unfocused. I dodged easily, grabbing a loose tankard and smashing it into his face. The bar erupted into chaos. Drunk people love any form of excitement.I felt the familiar weight of my shield on my arm and the solid grip of my sword in my hand. The clatter of metal and the grunts of combatants filled the air. Two of Loghain’s men rushed me simultaneously. I parried one blow with my shield and sliced through the other’s guard, the thrill of battle invigorating my weary body. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Chantry sister fighting with a hidden dagger, moving with the precision of a rogue rather than a priest.The bar was a mess of overturned tables and groaning soldiers when the fight ended. The Chantry sister, Leliana, begged to join us, claiming she had a vision. Morrigan and Alistair exchanged dubious glances, but I saw the fire in Leliana’s eyes and the skill with which she fought. We needed her.After convincing the barkeep to let us purchase two rooms for the night, Alistair grabbed one of the keys, still holding a cloth to his bloody nose from the fight earlier. “I’ll be taking that!” he said with a grin, making his way down the hall.As I turned, I saw a drunk soldier swaying in front of Morrigan, a lecherous grin plastered on his face. He reeked of ale, and his words slurred together as he leaned closer to her."Hey there, beautiful. Never seen a woman like you 'round here before. Why don’t you and me find a quiet corner, huh?" His breath was hot and sour, and Morrigan took an instinctive step back, her eyes narrowing.Morrigan, unused to such advances, attempted to maintain her composure. "I am not interested," she said, her voice cool but with an edge of uncertainty. She glanced around, clearly uncomfortable, looking for an escape.The man didn't take the hint. He moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. "Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m just being friendly."Morrigan stiffened, her eyes flashing with anger, but she was clearly at a loss to handle the situation without resorting to magic or violence. It was time to step in.I moved swiftly, positioning myself between them. "I said back off," I growled, fixing the man with a steely gaze. "She’s not interested, and if you don’t leave now, you’ll regret it."The soldier blinked in surprise, his eyes widening as he registered the threat in my voice. He took a stumbling step back, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to get all hostile. I’m going."As he retreated, I turned to Morrigan, who looked relieved and embarrassed. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.I slipped the key into her hand. "Here’s the key to the room if you want to go ahead. I’ll join you soon."Morrigan nodded, her usual confidence momentarily shaken. "Of course," she said, her voice steadier now. She gave me a small, grateful smile before heading towards the room.I finished my drink at the bar and closed out the tab, my mind replaying the scene with the drunk soldier. The protectiveness towards Morrigan grew stronger, mingling with other emotions I wasn’t ready to examine too closely.When I finally pushed open the door to our room, I saw Morrigan in the midst of changing. Her back was to me, and the flickering candlelight cast soft shadows on her skin. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling a rush of heat on my cheeks.Morrigan chuckled softly, having noticed my entrance. "You can look now. You act as though my naked body would disintegrate your eyes."I laughed, the sound a bit strained. "It's just... I didn't want to intrude."She turned to face me, her eyes catching the flickering candlelight. "You are not intruding. We are... allies, after all."I nodded, feeling the warmth of her gaze. The word felt wrong on my lips, but I echoed it. "Yes, allies."The inn bed was considerably larger than the single-person cot Morrigan and I had shared before. There was more distance between us. The bed felt cold and vast in the darkness. I blew out the candle, casting the room into deep shadows, and tried to find sleep. Two hours later, I was jolted awake by a terrible dream, one of the many nightmares that came with being a Grey Warden. The Archdemon's presence was a constant, haunting my dreams and communicating with the Darkspawn. I sat up with a gasp, covered in a cold sweat.Morrigan, ever vigilant, stirred and immediately moved closer to me. Her yellow eyes were soft and concerned as they searched mine. "Elissa, what is it?"I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. "Nightmares," I whispered, my voice trembling. "The Archdemon... it's always there."Morrigan's hand found its way to my cheek, her touch surprisingly tender. "Is there anything I can do to help?"I hesitated, knowing how foreign physical contact was for her, but something about her warmth soothed me. "Could I... hold you? Just for a little while."Morrigan's eyes widened slightly at the request, but she nodded. "Of course." She shifted closer, fitting perfectly into the curve of my neck as if we were made for this purpose. Her presence was grounding, her warmth a potion to my frayed nerves. I inhaled deeply, my lips brushing softly against her hair. Morrigan's touch was uncertain initially, but as she grew more confident, she slipped a hand under my sleep shirt, tracing the newly healed cuts forming into scars. The gentle motion lulled me back to sleep.When I woke, the morning sun filtered through the small window, casting a warm glow across the room. I found Morrigan watching over me, a gentle smile playing on her lips before her expression shifted back to her usual tough persona. She chuckled softly. "Good, you got some rest. Time to get out there."I wondered why Morrigan had such a sturdy wall around her heart, but I understood that affection was a foreign concept to her. I was okay with that. I valued the moments when she let her guard down, revealing the softness beneath.We reconvened with the others and prepared to leave Lothering. I heard a familiar bark. Morrigan watched as I dropped to my knees to welcome my dog Ralph into my arms. He had somehow found me despite the destruction of our estate. Morrigan was happy to see the relief on my face but less happy about the sight of a hound: “I wish you had a pet cat instead, but…happy for you.”In the meantime, Leliana, with her gentle persistence, had managed to convince the Revered Mother to release the Qunari prisoner, Sten, into our custody. The stern, tall warrior joined our eclectic group, his demeanor stoic yet resolute. He seemed content to atone for his sins by aiding us in ending the Blight.Alistair suggested that our next stop be Redcliffe due to his connection to the Arl. The suggestion was met with nods of agreement, and we set off on the road once more.The journey to Redcliffe was filled with conversation, though some were strained. Leliana and Alistair shared their times in the Chantry and their experiences. Alistair joked about how he was glad he didn't become a Templar, citing his lack of discipline and love for freedom. Leliana laughed softly, reminiscing about her time within the Chantry. Sten listened silently, his imposing presence a constant reminder of the seriousness of our mission.I walked slightly behind the group, my thoughts drifting as I observed them. Morrigan walked beside me, her movements graceful and deliberate. I knew she wasn't a fan of the Chantry, and I couldn't blame her. The way they treated apostates was abhorrent. As we walked down a hill, my hand accidentally grazed hers, sending a jolt through me. I quickly hid my blush, hoping she hadn't noticed.Morrigan glanced at me, her expression unreadable. To mask the awkward silence, she decided to strike up a conversation. "Why are you not afraid of me?"I smiled, finding her question both genuine and intriguing. "Should I be?"She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smirk. "I am an apostate, after all. Most people see me as a scary witch lurking in the wilds, ready to turn them into toads or worse."I couldn't help but chuckle at her animated reasoning. "Your magic is a weapon, just like my blade. I hope to give you no reason to use it on me."Morrigan seemed surprised by the sensibility in my response. "Most warriors hate mages because it is a power they cannot control."I shook my head, my gaze meeting hers. "I'm no fan of the Templars, Morrigan. I've seen how they treat mages, which I cannot condone. You and I are not so different. We both wield our weapons to protect and fight for our beliefs."Her eyes softened, and for a moment, the tough exterior she always wore seemed to fade. "You are... different, Elissa. I have met few who think as you do."After that, we walked in companionable silence, the unspoken tension between us comforting and unsettling. I was constantly aware of her presence, warmth, and the subtle electricity that seemed to buzz whenever we were close.As we made our way to Redcliffe, the conversation took a more serious turn. Alistair, always cheerful despite our circumstances, opened up about his past. “There’s something you should know,” he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. “I’m King Maric's son and King Cailan's step-brother. I was hidden away because I’m a royal bastard, born to an elven servant mother I never knew.”The revelation left me momentarily speechless. Alistair always downplayed his significance, but this was a lot to take in. He continued, his tone bitter. “I didn’t want special treatment. I just wanted to be known by my own merits. I’m telling you this because Arl Eamon knows, and it’s bound to come up.”He looked at me, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just treat me like someone who wasn’t lucky enough to die with the rest of the Wardens.”Seeing the self-deprecation in his eyes, I stepped closer and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t think that way, Alistair. You’re here with us, and that’s what matters. You’re not defined by your bloodline but by your actions.” He nodded silently.I squeezed his shoulder. “You’re not alone, Alistair. We’re in this together.”As we approached Redcliffe, our concerns grew. The village was under constant attack by waves of demons each night. It was a dire situation, and we needed to act fast. We prepared ourselves for the fight, knowing it would be brutal.The sun dipped below the horizon as we positioned ourselves around the village, waiting for the first signs of the demons. The air was thick with tension, every sound amplified by our heightened senses. Suddenly, the ground trembled, and the night came alive with the grotesque forms of the demons emerging from the shadows.I drew my sword and raised my shield, ready to face the onslaught. Morrigan was beside me, her hands glowing with magical energy. “Stay close,” I said, my voice steady.The first wave hit us hard. Demons lunged at us from all sides, claws, and teeth gnashing in the dim light. I swung my sword in a wide arc, precisely cutting through the demonic flesh. My shield blocked an attack aimed at Morrigan, who was casting a powerful spell that sent a shockwave through the ranks of our enemies.“Watch out!” Morrigan shouted, her voice filled with urgency. A demon had managed to slip past my defenses, its claws reaching for my throat. Before I could react, Morrigan transformed into a bear, swiping the demon away with a ferocious growl. Her quick intervention saved my life, and I gave her a grateful nod.The battle raged on, each of us fighting with everything we had. Alistair’s sword was a blur as he hacked through the demons, and Leliana’s arrows found their marks with deadly accuracy. Sten’s massive frame was a bulwark against the tide of enemies, his greatsword cleaving through the demonic ranks.In a moment of respite, Morrigan and I found ourselves back to back, surrounded by the chaos of battle. “You’re quite the warrior, Elissa,” she said, her voice revealing admiration.“And you’re quite the mage,” I replied, breathing heavily. “I couldn’t do this without you.”Her yellow eyes met mine briefly, an unspoken understanding passing between us. The tension was there again, but there was no time to dwell on it. We had a village to save.With a final, desperate push, we managed to drive the demons back, their forms dissipating into the night. The villagers emerged from their homes, their faces etched with relief and gratitude. But our victory was tempered by the knowledge that the attacks would continue unless we found a permanent solution.Upon investigation, we discovered the source of the problem: Arl Eamon was unconscious in the castle, and his young son Connor, secretly a mage, had made a terrible deal with a demon in an attempt to save his father. The result was a possession that called forth the nightly waves of demons.We gathered in the castle’s hidden family entrance, facing the grim reality of our situation. “Deals with demons are not wise,” Morrigan said, shaking her head.“I know,” I replied, my voice firm. “But I refuse to kill a young boy who didn’t know better.”Alistair looked worried. “I agree, but the demons attack the village every night. How many will die while we travel there and back?”Sten’s deep voice broke the silence. “I can stay and defend the village.”We all looked at him wide-eyed. Leliana nodded, her expression resolute and laced with understanding second chances. “I can stay with him. I promised Dorothea that I would watch over him.”The decision was made. Morrigan, Alistair, and I would set off for Lake Calenhad to seek the help of the Circle of Magi, while Leliana and Sten stayed behind to protect the village with the scrappy Redcliffe army.The night settled around us as Alistair busied himself to set up his tent nearby. Morrigan and I took the first watch, the crackling fire casting shadows across our campsite. I sat on a makeshift log bench, my sword resting on my lap as I absentmindedly polished the blade. Morrigan sat beside me, her gaze fixed on the intricate golden details of my sword's hilt."It must be a new experience," I began quietly, breaking the comfortable silence between us, "to be surrounded by people all the time that aren't... Flemeth."Morrigan's lips curved into a small smile, "Indeed, it is. A welcomed change, in fact."Encouraged by her response, I ventured further. "Did you ever sneak out as a child?" I asked, genuinely curious about her life before we met.Morrigan chuckled softly, a rare glimpse of amusement in her eyes. "I did, occasionally," she admitted, "though I was always cautious. Being seen could be... dangerous."She paused, seemingly lost in memories. After a moment, she continued, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "There was this one time I saw a beautiful woman step out of a carriage. She dropped an ornate golden mirror, the most exquisite thing I had ever seen."My heart went to the young Morrigan, imagining the harsh lesson that followed. "Flemeth found it and smashed it, didn't she?" I asked gently, already knowing the answer.Morrigan nodded solemnly. "It was a lesson I needed to learn," she agreed, her tone resigned.I shook my head softly. "You were just a child," I murmured, my sympathy for her evident.Morrigan's gaze met mine, her expression unreadable momentarily before she teased lightly, "I assume you believe that you would be different than the others and have wanted to befriend the mysterious wild child, correct?"I chuckled, deflecting the somber mood. "Perhaps," I replied, "I was more of a sword-toting, adventuring wild child myself. Much to my mother's dismay, of course."Morrigan raised an eyebrow teasingly. "A terrible housewife, then?" she quipped.I laughed softly. "Absolutely," I agreed, "I'd much rather have one than be one, which was not great for my mother’s desire to marry me to an impressive house for political capital." Morrigan’s face was slightly astonished. The mention of my preferences was intentional, a subtle acknowledgment of an unspoken truth between us. Morrigan blushed slightly, a rare vulnerability that I found endearing.Changing the subject, I asked, "Will being at the Circle of Magi make you uncomfortable?"Morrigan appreciated my consideration, something she admitted Flemeth had never provided. "I loathe the Circle," she confessed quietly, "but I trust you…I think. You wouldn't lead me into a situation I can't handle."Relieved that Morrigan felt safe with me, I smiled. The fireflies began to emerge, their soft glow casting a magical ambiance over the clearing. I couldn't help but smile at the wonder on Morrigan's face as she watched them dance in the night."I didn't get to stay out late often and watch fireflies," I mused aloud, my voice barely above a whisper.Morrigan's reply was soft, almost wistful. "You and I lived different lives," she acknowledged, her eyes reflecting the gentle light of the fireflies, "there are wonders to each."I turned to look at her, struck by the beauty of her illuminated features. "I can't wait to see your face light up when we reach Denerim's market," I said softly, a genuine excitement in my voice.Morrigan nodded, though there was a hint of apprehension in her eyes. "It will be... interesting," she admitted, "and intimidating for an introvert like myself."I couldn't resist teasing her gently. "You? An introvert? Really?"Morrigan nudged my side playfully, a small smile quirking her lips. "It's hard to be around people all the time," she confessed, her voice quieter now, "but you... you don't drain my energy."I felt a rush of warmth at her words, and without thinking, I casually slid closer to her on the log bench. I leaned in and whispered, "I must be the chosen one then."Morrigan's smile widened; momentarily, the tension between us felt charged with possibility. The night wore on, the fire crackling softly, casting flickering shadows over us. Morrigan's head eventually came to rest on my shoulder, her breathing steady and calm.Hoping she was asleep, I gently kissed the top of her hair and whispered, "You are something else, Morrigan of the Wilds."It was a fleeting moment of vulnerability, a whisper lost in the quiet of the night. A twitch in her fingers told me she either heard me or was dreaming.
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Arriving at the Circle of Magi, it was clear the situation was dire. The Templars, gripped by fear, had called for the Right of Annulment, intending to slaughter all the mages inside to prevent a perceived abomination threat. A blood mage had thrown the Circle into chaos, and the Templars had barricaded themselves in, waiting for reinforcements or a miracle. We needed the mages not only to save Connor but also to face the Blight. The stakes were high, and deciding to enter the Circle was risky.As we approached the entrance, the Templars glared suspiciously at Morrigan. I stepped between them and her, making it clear she was under my protection. The tension was thick as the Templars reluctantly agreed to let us through, but only on the condition that we find First Enchanter Irving. Without him, they would not open the door again. Fear gnawed at me as we stepped inside, knowing we were stepping into potential doom, but there was no turning back now.The first floor of the tower was eerily silent and barren. As we moved further, we encountered an older mage protecting a group of children alongside another adult mage. Alistair recognized the older mage as Wynne, one of the Circle mages at Ostagar. Wynne's weary eyes regarded us with suspicion, but we quickly explained the situation and the Templars' plan to enact the Right of Annulment. Her face hardened with resolve as she agreed to join us, leaving the other mage to safeguard the children.Wynne was a comforting presence, her motherly demeanor starkly contrasting the horrors we faced. We fought our way up the tower, cutting through waves of demons. Wynne's healing magic kept Alistair on his feet as he charged headlong into battle, while Morrigan's fire spells reduced our enemies to ashes. My sword and shield felt like extensions of myself, blocking and striking with practiced precision.We encountered a Tranquil mage in the library, mindlessly cleaning amidst the chaos. Seeing a mage stripped of their humanity was always unsettling, but the Tranquil provided valuable information. He mentioned a mage named Niall had taken a scroll, the Litany of Adralla, which could counter Uldred's mind control and blood magic. We pressed on, determined to find Niall and the Litany.As we searched the library, I noticed Morrigan sifting through books with a focused intensity. Curious, I asked, "What are you looking for?"Morrigan's eyes flicked to mine, a rare vulnerability in her gaze. "Flemeth used to complain about a Grimoire taken by the Circle. I hope to find it and learn its secrets."Touched by her earnestness, I helped her search, but our time was limited. We had to press on without finding the Grimoire.In the next room, we were ambushed by demons. Alistair, healed by Wynne's magic, charged into the fray while Morrigan unleashed a torrent of fire. The sound of clanging armor from behind caught my attention. A massive, armored Revenant focused on Morrigan, its malevolent eyes locked onto her.With a shout, I intercepted it, my shield clashing against its blade. The battle was fierce, and the Revenant was almost as skilled as my father had been. It pinned me against a wall, its strength overwhelming, but I found an opening and struck with all my might. The Revenant fell, and in the aftermath, I noticed what it had been guarding: an aged black book.Picking up the book, I glanced at Morrigan, a smile tugging at my lips. I tossed it to her, and she caught it, her eyes widening in surprise and gratitude. In an uncharacteristic display of emotion, Morrigan hugged me. I slowly wrapped an arm around her waist, feeling the warmth of her embrace.Alistair's bewildered expression made me chuckle inwardly. Morrigan quickly pulled back, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.The final floor of the Circle of Magi was a nightmarish vision. The ground squelched beneath our boots, covered in a squishy, fleshy substance. At the center of the room stood a horrifying sloth demon with an unconscious mage lying at its feet. Wynne urged us to fight the drowsiness quickly consuming our bodies, but it was useless. My vision blurred, and then everything went black.When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in Ostagar. Duncan, who I knew was dead, stood before me, trying to convince me that the Blight was over and that we had won. The illusion was transparent; I knew I was in the Fade. Once it became clear that I wasn't buying into the dream, the demon portraying Duncan attacked. I quickly overpowered it, and the scene shifted to a barren part of the Fade.The unconscious mage from the sloth demon's feet was standing before me in reality. He introduced himself as Niall. He explained that he had been trying to find a way out but had only encountered dead ends. I had to have faith, for Morrigan and Alistair's sakes, for the world that depended on us to stop the Blight, for Leliana and Sten, who were holding the line back in Redcliffe.Determined, I found a path and barreled forward with confidence. I soon stumbled into Morrigan's dream. She was angrily gesturing at a demon posing as Flemeth."Away! No more with your pestering!" Morrigan commanded.The fake Flemeth responded with mock gentleness, "I am your mother...do you not love me?"Morrigan scoffed, "You are as much my mother as my little finger. I know you, Fade spirit; you cannot fool me."The fake Flemeth's face twisted in anger. "Are you more clever than your own dear mother? Surely, such pride must be punished." The demon slapped Morrigan hard.Morrigan held her cheek with a wry smile. "That is more like it, but too little too late."The rattle of my armor caused Morrigan to turn. Our eyes met, and I smiled. "Hey, you. Need some help?"Morrigan's gaze softened. She looked back at the fake Flemeth and laughed. "Come on, demon. Let's tango."Together, we quickly dispatched the demon. Afterward, I examined Morrigan's cheek, caressing the red mark left by the slap. Morrigan's face reddened. "No need to worry. I am a strong woman.""I can still worry about a strong woman," I replied with a smile.Morrigan's face froze, her expression conflicted. As the Fade began to separate us, she started to disappear. "See you soon," I whispered just before she vanished completely.Navigating through the Fade with Niall's help, I found Alistair and Wynne and pulled them out of their respective dreams. Finally, we returned to the main hall, reunited. We unlocked the final path with renewed determination and faced the sloth demon together.The battle was fierce. The demon's grotesque form shifted and writhed, its attacks lethargic but powerful. Wynne's healing magic kept us on our feet while Morrigan unleashed torrents of fire and lightning. Alistair fought valiantly, his shield absorbing blow after blow."Elissa, now!" Alistair shouted, opening the demon up for an attack.I leaped forward with a burst of speed, driving my sword deep into the demon's chest. It let out a guttural scream and collapsed. We stood panting, covered in sweat and demon ichor.Niall, appearing more lucid than before, looked at us with amazement. "You've done it... But I fear I have been in the Fade too long to survive in the real world. Take the Litany of Adralla from my body. Use it to stop Uldred."Wynne comforted him before we left the Fade, her voice gentle and reassuring. Back in the tower, we retrieved the scroll from Niall's lifeless body and reached the top for the final confrontation.At the door, we found a Templar trapped in a magical bubble, tortured and delirious. He identified himself as Cullen and urged us to kill all the mages, fearing they had all become abominations. I shook my head, disagreeing. "We will find survivors."Inside, we saw Uldred sacrificing mages, channeling their life force into creating more demons. The First Enchanter and other high-ranking mages were tied up in the corner. I faced Uldred, using the Litany to negate his control over the mages.The battle was intense. Uldred summoned demons, but we fought back fiercely. Wynne's healing and Morrigan's destructive spells turned the tide. I parried Uldred's attacks, my shield absorbing the worst of his blows. With a final, powerful thrust, I drove my sword through Uldred's chest.With Uldred defeated, we untied the First Enchanter, and Wynne helped the other mages. The Templars, seeing our success, called off the Right of Annulment. The mages were in a state to rebuild, and Irving agreed to help us travel to Redcliffe to save Connor.Covered in blood, we entered the inn by the docks. Wynne decided to join our quest to end the Blight. I secured three rooms, giving Wynne her privacy and Alistair his space. As was becoming tradition, Morrigan and I shared a room.I bathed while Morrigan curled up in bed, reading the Grimoire. Drying my hair with a towel, I watched her in awe. Morrigan's eyes flickered up, widening at my lack of clothes. I was in my undergarments, not completely nude."Why surprised?" I joked. "You said we were allies and shouldn't worry."Morrigan shook her head, laughing quietly. She glanced at my stomach, then blushed. Sliding into bed beside her, I peered curiously at the book. It was handwritten, too tiring to decipher.I lazily put my head on her shoulder. "I am too tired even to attempt. I'll leave the reading to you and the snoozing to me."Morrigan smiled. "It might not be the best thing to read."There was something domestic about the moment, but it was so comfortable neither of us complained. I don't remember when, but in the middle of the night, I moved off Morrigan's shoulder and back onto a pillow, my arm draped over her, and our legs intertwined. Holding her tighter, I closed my eyes.Morning came swiftly, and we set off as fast as possible towards Redcliffe. The sight of Leliana and Sten, exhausted but alive, brought relief. The village was much the same as we had left it, the villagers' faces showing signs of fatigue and hope. Irving and Wynne worked together to enter the Fade and save Connor, and soon enough, the demons were vanquished, granting Redcliffe a hard-earned peace. However, Arl Eamon remained unconscious.Teagan suggested seeking the Urn of Sacred Ashes to save Eamon. Leliana's eyes widened at the mention of Andraste's ashes, a sacred relic. Yet, we all agreed that we needed to leverage our other treaties before delving into the political maelstrom of Denerim. We decided to head to the Dwarves next, knowing their proximity to the Deep Roads made them formidable allies against the Blight.As we traveled, an ambush caught us off guard. An elf, dual-wielding daggers, led the attack, his Antivan accent smooth and flowery even as he fought. He was a skilled fighter, but I found an opening, tripping and pinning him down. The rest of the crew finished off the attackers while I kept the elf alive for interrogation. His name was Zevran, an Antivan Crow sent by Loghain to kill me and Alistair. Zevran pleaded for his life, explaining that the Crows would not take him back after failing. I saw potential in him as a powerful ally and decided to spare him, assigning Sten to keep an eye on him.Zevran's flirtatious nature quickly emerged. His comments on my appearance made me laugh, though I noticed Morrigan's jealous glances. We continued up the mountain, snow beginning to fall, and I noticed goosebumps on Morrigan's arms despite her efforts to hide them.Unclipping my cloak, I draped it over Morrigan's shoulders. "Here," I said softly. "You look cold."Morrigan glanced at me, surprise evident in her eyes, but she held tightly to the black velvet. "Thank you," she muttered, her voice uncharacteristically subdued.The snowfall grew heavier as we climbed higher, making the path treacherous. Despite the cold, Morrigan wore my cloak with quiet dignity, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest. We pressed on, our goal clear, knowing each step brought us closer to the Dwarves and the allies we desperately needed.We made camp that night, the fire crackling and casting a warm glow. Zevran, true to form, continued his flirtations, but my thoughts lingered on Morrigan. Her jealousy earlier had been unmistakable, and I wondered what lay beneath her guarded exterior.Morrigan joined me as I sat by the fire, her eyes fixed on the flames. "Why did you give me your cloak?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity.I smiled, leaning back on my hands. "You were cold. I didn't want you to suffer."Morrigan's eyes flicked to mine, mixed emotions swirling in their depths. "You confuse me, Elissa. You are a noble, yet you act with such... kindness.""Is that so strange?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nobility doesn't preclude compassion."She seemed to ponder this, her gaze returning to the fire. "Perhaps not. But it is rare."I reached out, placing a hand on her arm. "We all have our roles to play, Morrigan. You and I, we're stronger together."Morrigan's lips curled into a small, genuine smile. "Indeed. And I find myself... grateful for your companionship."The fire crackled between us, the night silent save for the distant howl of the wind. The campfire's glow dimmed as I stood, brushing the dirt from my hands and turning towards my tent. Morrigan, used to our nightly routine, followed without my usual invitation. The sound of the tent flap opening made me glance back with an amused smile."Well, how else do you suppose we stay warm?" she asked, blushing and laughing nervously.I couldn't help but smile at her surprise. "Fair point," I said, pulling the fabric of my cloak more tightly around her and drawing her closer. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly in anticipation. Gently, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the ground. Her legs flailed playfully."Put me down this instant!" she demanded, but her laughter betrayed her enjoyment.I carried her to the cot, our laughter mingling in the stillness of the night, and gently placed her down. Climbing on her, I held myself up on my elbows, my hair cascading around her face. Morrigan's genuine smile lit up her face, making her look so much younger and more vulnerable than I'd ever seen her. A small dimple formed on her right cheek, and I couldn't help but notice it as her eyes became half-lidded.The closeness between us was electric, and I felt excitement and terror. I didn't want to ruin this moment, but every fiber of my being wanted her. Slowly, I moved closer, my eyes darting between her lips and her eyes."You're killing me," she murmured, her voice a soft plea.Desperate hands met my cheeks, pulling me down as she kissed me with a fervor that spoke of hundreds of missed kisses. Our lips moved together as if they had always known each other. Our hands explored with a newfound freedom, each touch igniting sparks. My tongue asked for entrance, and Morrigan moaned in response. We tried to keep our voices down, but the moment's intensity made it difficult.Our breaths and hearts beat in the same erratic rhythm when we finally pulled away. Searching each other's faces for any sign of regret, we found none. My calloused hand caressed the softness of her face as I whispered, "You are so beautiful."Morrigan rolled her eyes but was flattered. "Flattery gets you nowhere, Cousland," she said, blushing. "But you're beautiful too."I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Morrigan seemed bewildered by the intimate act. "Is anything wrong?" I asked, concerned."My mother never…held me, I suppose? And the men I've known were only after one thing," she explained. "This... this is different."I shifted to lie beside her, holding her close. The tent ceiling loomed above us, and I watched my breath fog the cold air. "Morrigan, you make me feel like butterflies are eating apart my chest," I admitted. “I care about you.""I care about you too," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But I'm terrified of what this means."Propping myself up on one elbow, I met her gaze. "We don't need to label anything," I assured her. "We can go at a pace that's comfortable for us. I just want to be near you.""Flemeth always said that caring for anyone was a weakness," Morrigan confessed.I shook my head, lifting her chin gently. "That is such a lie," I said firmly. "You don't make me weak, Morrigan. If anything, you are my strength."Morrigan's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she absorbed my words. It was the most vulnerable I had ever seen her. I wondered the last time she cried. We held each other, the world outside our tent forgotten.
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At the entrance to Orzammar, the air was thick. Loghain's men argued with the dwarven guard, demanding entry. The guard held firm, explaining that a political upheaval inside prohibited outsiders. I stepped forward, undeterred, and presented the Warden Treaties, invoking the dwarves' obligation to assist in the Blight.Loghain's men, swords drawn, accused, "The Wardens! They killed the king!" I swiftly took them down, my sword a blur in a masterful display of skill. Zevran, watching with admiration, turned to Leliana, "I like this new boss."Leliana laughed, "It makes you feel better for the fact she beat your ass, huh?"Zevran grinned, "She can touch my ass any day of the week."Sten, ever the disciplinarian, slapped Zevran's head to silence him.Impressed by my prowess, the dwarven guard granted us entry but warned of the ongoing struggle for the throne. Inside, I learned more about the candidates: Bhelen, a corrupt prince, and Harrowmont, a wise and kind friend of the throne but lacking royal blood. We needed a ruler for support, throwing me into another political battle.Harrowmont, the more approachable candidate, requested my public support by participating in the Proving—a series of duels to the death to demonstrate ancestral favor. Morrigan, worried, masked her feelings with jokes, suggesting Alistair participate instead. I corrected her, emphasizing Alistair's potential heir-apparent status. Wynne, noticing Morrigan's nervous hand movements, comforted her, "She will be alright. Elissa is the strongest person I have ever met, inside and out." Hearing this, I smiled as I wrapped my hands in light tape before putting my gauntlets back on.The announcer called my name, and I entered the arena. The massive audience and the dome's atmosphere made me feel like a gladiator. The first contestant, a casteless dwarf seeking to make a name, approached. I drew my sword, feeling empathy for my opponent. I lowered my head and said, "Honor to you and your family, warrior, no matter the outcome." The dwarf charged, and I, the more experienced fighter, took him down in two swift strikes. The crowd roared.Next came two fighters—twins allowed to fight together—one wielded daggers, the other a bow. The arena floor was a rough, sandy surface, and the walls echoed the clashing of steel and the crowd's roar. An arrow grazed my shoulder, but I quickly ended the duo with a couple more strikes. The final opponent was Bhelen's general, a seasoned warrior who growled, "You do not belong here, Warden." He was heavily armored, his axe glinting under the arena's harsh lights.We clashed, the force of his blows jarring my arms. I dodged a heavy swing and countered with a slash across his side. He grunted, retaliating with a backhand that opened a gash on my shoulder. I thought of Morrigan in the stands, her worried eyes, and found the strength to press on. I spotted a gap in his armor at the neck and ended him humanely with a swift and precise strike.The crowd erupted in cheers as I stood victorious, bloodied but unbowed. As I exited the arena, going through the bustling crowd and into the quieter back hallway, I felt a rush of exhaustion. Suddenly, Morrigan appeared, having run faster than the rest of the group. Her eyes were filled with the same worry I had seen in Flemeth's hut. Her gaze darted to the bloody gash on my shoulder, and she immediately began channeling her healing magic, her hands becoming stained in the process."I'm okay. I'm okay," I repeated to Morrigan with a smile. The pain dulled, but I was more amused by her fretting than concerned.Morrigan's eyes met mine, full of worry and relief. I couldn't help myself. I saw a connecting hallway, more abandoned and shadowed, and grabbed her cheeks, pulling her into a deep kiss. Morrigan's surprise melted into fervor as she kissed me back with equal intensity. Our lips moved together in a desperate dance, our breath mingling in the cool, dim corridor.Her hands, still glowing with residual magic, cupped my face, and I felt the warmth of her healing touch. I pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “You care.”Morrigan kissed me back in a silent admission. Morrigan and I quickly composed ourselves as we heard the rest of the crew approaching. I waved, making our presence known, while Morrigan continued to tend to the wound on my shoulder. I explained to the others that Morrigan was healing me. Zevran raised a curious brow at Morrigan's slightly loosened bun but wisely kept silent.Alistair and I regrouped with Harrowmont. I smiled as Leliana urged Morrigan to shop in the Dwarven Market with her. Harrowmont expressed his gratitude for my victory in the Proving but insisted we needed to support his further bid for the throne. He suggested taking down the Carta in Dust Town, led by Jarvia.Alistair, clearly exhausted, protested, "She risked her life in various death matches, and now you want us to take down an entire organization in your honor?"Though I shared his frustration, I held him back. We just needed to power through. We made our way to the local inn, where I noticed Leliana showing off her new shoes to Morrigan. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of Morrigan teasing Leliana. Alistair, noticing my glance, spoke in a low voice, "You are sweet on her, aren't you?"Meeting his eyes, I didn't want to lie. Alistair and I had become best friends. "There is something undeniable between us," I explained. "But Morrigan is terrified of affection."Alistair nodded, mentioning that he had noticed Morrigan watching me even when I wasn't looking. "It's obvious what is between you two," he said. "Even though I'm still terrified of the witch, I know she would never hurt you."Leliana and Morrigan joined us, and Alistair and I shifted our conversation away from Morrigan. Leliana asked how it went with Harrowmont. Alistair explained that there was more dirty work for the dwarven politics. Morrigan shared Alistair’s frustrations. I purchased our rooms, and Morrigan subtly interlocked her pinky with mine as she guided me to the room.Inside, Morrigan gently unassembled my armor, examining my wounds more closely. The armor slowly peeled off my sweaty, bruised skin, and I flinched. Morrigan looked toward the bathroom. "You should bathe," she suggested, a flush rising to her cheeks.Exhaustion washed over me now that the adrenaline had worn off. "I don't know if I have the energy, Morrigan," I admitted.Her gentle hand moved up my side. "I can… help you," she offered."Join me," I whispered.We undressed each other slowly, the vulnerability in the act making my heart race. In the dim light of the bathroom, I saw every curve of Morrigan's body, her pale skin contrasting with her dark hair. She saw me, too, and for a moment, we stood there, taking in each other’s bare forms with curious eyes and bashful hands.The bath was a mix of sensuality and domesticity. We lowered ourselves slowly into the warm water, breaking the barrier of touching each other in the bath. Morrigan's fingers rubbed my scalp, her touch soothing and intimate. My hands massaged the soap into her soft skin, rubbing the sore muscles of her neck. As my hand accidentally grazed a stiff peak of her breast, a jolt of energy surged through me. Morrigan's breath hitched, and I felt her shiver.We drained the water and stepped onto the cold tile. I wrapped us in towels, quickly drying off. Morrigan crossed the room to find clothes, but I gently touched her hip, stopping her. She turned around, and the back of her legs found the bed. I put a leg between hers, and she moaned at the friction.I held her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss and lowering her to the bed. I kissed every inch of her, starting at her neck, paying special attention to her breasts, leaving a mark near her heart. I wanted her to remember. When I kissed her hip, she shuddered in anticipation. Our eyes met often, ensuring her consent and comfort.There was no denying it: She was ready for me. There was something magical in the way she tasted. I explored her sensitivity, following her moans and subtle signs until her legs shook as she applied pressure around my head. I incorporated my fingers gently at first until her body called for more. I was in tune with every small movement to give her what she craved. She called out my name gently like a prayer. The encouragement sang the right notes, and her breath quickened, and her body closed around me in quivers. I looked up with hungry eyes as Morrigan rode out her release on my hand, her lips parted, her head tilted back as if in a religious experience. She pulled me up, her hands holding my cheeks. "Holy shit," she whispered, breathless.I couldn’t help but kiss her, and without missing a beat, Morrigan quickly mounted me, determined to return the favor. I thumbed her cheek with a cunning grin. Morrigan blushed and was breathless, “Proud of thyself, are we?”I let out a breathy chuckle, “Am I not allowed to be?”“Oh, but of course.” Morrigan grinned back. She mischievously reached her hand down to feel how worked up I was after watching her. My eyes winced at the sensitivity. Morrigan reveled in her newfound power and whispered, “It is my turn to be proud.”I wasn't sure how many hours of sleep Morrigan and I had managed to get, but neither of us was complaining. Usually, the mornings after sex were awkward, but with Morrigan, it felt natural. Other than a few skillfully placed love bites, no one would be the wiser. Morrigan strolled through the inn with a cup of tea, her steps light, her expression more relaxed than usual, while Wynne and I planned our next supply run.The scent of brewed herbs filled the air as Morrigan watched Alistair attempt to learn Wicked Grace from Zevran. I took the opportunity to whisper a request to Wynne. "Wynne, I know this sounds silly amid a Blight, but could you seek out a merchant named Garin in the Diamond Quarter? Ask if he has a small Orlesian golden mirror. I've heard he's the primary seller of eclectic goods, and I'm looking for one as a gift."Wynne smiled at the task. "Of course, Elissa. It doesn't sound silly at all. You should be allowed to be human through all this."I handed her the coins for the supply run and the mirror if she found it. Standing up, I organized a party to take on Jarvia's Carta. As we made our way there, the clamor of the crowded market gradually faded, replaced by the hushed, secretive atmosphere of Dust Town. A teenage dwarf bashfully tugged on my cloak.I turned, curious. "Yes?"The young dwarf introduced herself as Dagna. She was excited to see surfacers and asked if we could contact the Circle of Magi for her so she could study.Morrigan, amused, said, "Curious? You cannot harness magic as a dwarf, yet you wish to study it?"Dagna nodded eagerly. "I believe good can come from it."Seeing the passion in her eyes, I nodded. "I'll send word to Irving at the Circle. I'm confident they will take you in to help them rebuild."Dagna ran off to pack her bags. Morrigan looked at me, confused. "Why did you do that?"I smiled. "I saw something in her eyes. It could be nothing, but what if it's something?"Morrigan nodded thoughtfully. Dust Town was a sad sight. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and metal tang. The caste system among the dwarves was heartbreaking, with crime everywhere. A few steps in, we were quickly attacked. The starvation and exhaustion had weakened our assailants, making them easy to take down. I felt guilty ending their lives, but it was survival.After some sweet talking, we found our way into Jarvia's hideout. It was dimly lit, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows on the rough stone walls. Traps were laced throughout the passages, but Leliana and Zevran helped us defuse them. The fight that ensued was intense, the clash of steel echoing off the walls. Most of the crew focused on Jarvia's small army of rogue dwarves, but I focused on the elusive Jarvia herself. I was determined not to let the leader escape; we had a Blight to end, and Harrowmont was already making our time in Orzammar longer than expected.Jarvia was a formidable opponent. Her movements were quick and precise, her eyes cold and calculating. There were close calls with her poison dagger, the blade glinting menacingly in the low light, but eventually, I found an opening in her defense. I took her down with a final, decisive strike, her body crumpling to the ground.As we walked out of Dust Town, Alistair and I grabbed our heads, a pulsing pain overtaking us. It felt like the nightmares I had sporadically, the presence of the Archdemon. I looked at Alistair, pained, and believed it was because we were too close to the Deep Roads.Morrigan narrowed her eyes and declared, "We need to finish our business in Orzammar as quickly as possible."Alistair led the group out, and I slowly willed myself to walk. Morrigan slowed down, enjoying the subtle privacy in the back of the pack. She laced her pinky with mine and squeezed. "We'll get you out of here," she whispered.I was more impacted than Alistair, so I settled in the inn for the night while he reported back to Harrowmont. Lying exhausted on the bed, I noticed a package in the corner of the room and smiled. Morrigan came in, placing a warm towel over my forehead. The soothing heat and her gentle touch brought comfort.I smiled at her care. "Everyone believes you to be heartless, but to me, you are the kindest soul in all of Thedas."Morrigan ignored my comment. Her eyes darted to the package. "What is that?""Open it," I said confidently.She cautiously opened the package and revealed a small, golden mirror—the same type she had found as a child. "How did you find this?" she whispered, holding it up.It was a handheld mirror of polished glass in a gold frame. On the back, golden deer and sparrows frolicked together in a charming scene. Morrigan traced the design with her fingers and slowly met my gaze, her eyes watering.I smiled. "I believe in childhood wonder. I wanted to correct Flemeth's mistake."Morrigan, still a stranger to affection, was temporarily dumbstruck. I grabbed her hand, and she rubbed gentle circles with her thumb. "You deserve love, Morrigan," I whispered.She flinched and asked, "Why did you choose me? Your life would be simpler if you courted a noblewoman with a more normal past that could promise you a stable, secure future."I held her gaze; my voice was soft but firm. "You don’t get to choose who you fall for, Morrigan. You just do. And you get this person who is all wrong and right simultaneously, but you feel the electricity anyway. If there were no challenges, what would be the point? I don't want the mundane; I want you… in whatever capacity I can have you."She pulled back slowly and showed the thin line between love and hate. Morrigan was conflicted. Her voice rose with every word, “Some days, I hate how you make me feel. You always looked at me like you know me—like you’ve always known me! You make everything fuzzy. The walls I built up for years, the training on indifference from Flemeth…It all disappeared around you, and I feel utterly and embarrassingly dependent!”“Morrigan…I am yours. It is uncomfortably vulnerable, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can’t help but think about you, to protect you, to hold you, make you smile…not because you need coddling, but because I want to. Do you… want that too?”Morrigan groaned and covered her face in her hands.I pulled the blanket back, “How about you just come here for now? The rest can wait.”
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The room's peace was shattered by a loud, anxious knock at the door. Morrigan was the first to move, getting up and answering it. Alistair stormed in, his face a thundercloud of frustration. He paced the room, his hands flailing as he vented his anger."Harrowmont has yet another damn favor before we can call the Assembly!" he exclaimed.I sat up on the bed, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?"Alistair stopped pacing and looked at us. His voice dropped to a low, tense tone. "He wants us to go into the Deep Roads to seek out a Paragon to support his bid as king officially."I let my back fall against the bed in frustration. The voices in my head were already agonizing, and the thought of venturing into the Deep Roads was daunting. Morrigan's fury was palpable."Are you fucking kidding me? Has she not given enough?" she snapped.Alistair closed his eyes, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "I agree with you."Morrigan turned towards me, her eyes pleading. "I know we want the support of the dwarves, but we can do this without them. We could go for the Dalish elves, Elissa. There's no need to put yourself through this."I pinched the bridge of my nose, waiting for the wave of pain to pass. With a sigh, I spoke, "We will do it. I'll be okay."Putting on my leader persona, I looked at Alistair. "Do we know where to find this Paragon?"He shook his head, his expression grim. "She disappeared in the Deep Roads weeks ago, so it might be a needle in a haystack."My eyes dropped, the enormity of the task sinking in, but I stayed determined. "We'll find a way."Alistair nodded and left the room, his footsteps heavy with frustration. Morrigan's eyes stayed on me, worry etched in her features. "Elissa..."I reached for her hand, pulling her closer. "I know this is hard, Morrigan, but we need their support. We can't face the Blight alone."Her eyes flashed with anger and concern. "But why does it always have to be you? Why must you bear the brunt of this burden?"I squeezed her hand, trying to offer some reassurance. "Because I can. And because we have to."Morrigan's expression softened, but her worry didn't fade. "I just... I don't want to lose you."I pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of her body against mine. "You won't lose me. I promise."She buried her face in my shoulder, her voice muffled. "You better keep that promise, Elissa. This whole caring for someone is…terrifying."The oppressive atmosphere pressed down on us as we approached the Deep Roads. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay; the shadows seemed to move, and an ominous chill crept into my bones. It wasn't long before a red-haired dwarf with the unmistakable stench of a drunk stumbled up to me. His eyes were bleary, and he swayed slightly as he spoke."Hey, lady. Have you seen a Grey Warden around here? He should look like a strong warrior in golden armor with rippling muscles and a majestic beard!"Alistair and I exchanged humored glances. I couldn't help but smirk. "We're the Grey Wardens. Do you need something?"The dwarf rubbed his eyes and gave us a good look. "You're too pretty to be a Warden, and this one is nothing special."Alistair scoffed. "Hey!"Morrigan giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The dwarven man shrugged. "You're not what I was expecting, but if you're going into the Deep Roads to look for Paragon Branka, let me help you. I've been looking for her for years, and I feel we can get to her with your help."I shrugged, knowing any help would be appreciated in speeding up our time in this maddening place. "Alright, you can join us. What's your name?""Oghren," he replied with a grin that showcased his unkempt teeth.We entered the dark cavern of the Deep Roads, and an immediate chill ran down my spine. The voices in my head grew louder, but I tried not to let it show. The darkspawn were constantly haunting, their grotesque forms lurking in the shadows.An Ogre came stomping toward Morrigan, its roars echoing off the cavern walls. I lunged forward, my sword aimed for its chest, a move that brought back memories of Ostagar. At my call, Morrigan transformed into a raven, flying to the Ogre's back and transforming into a bear to pin it down. Together, we made quick work of the beast, nodding silently at each other for a job well done.Following harrowing leads, we found a group of traumatized dwarves echoing prayers about a Broodmother. The closer we got, the more intense the voices became. Alistair passed out from the strain, and Sten carried him effortlessly on his shoulder.Wynne's worried eyes found mine. "Are you sure you feel nothing, Warden?"I winced, trying to appear strong despite the deafening cacophony in my mind. "I'm fine," I lied, determined to press forward.We learned that Branka had sacrificed her lover, Hespith, and other house members to create a darkspawn army with the monstrosity of the Broodmother at its core. As we approached the Broodmother, I fell to my knees, pressing my forehead against the cold ground for relief. Morrigan cast a protective Ward over us and whispered into my shoulder, "Come on, let's get out of here."I shook my head stubbornly. "We have to finish this."Sten, Zevran, Oghren, and Leliana fought the beast while Wynne watched over Alistair. A tentacle grabbed Leliana, and I sprang into action, slicing through it to free her. The battle was brutal, but we fought with a coordinated effort. Zevran and I performed a seamless combo attack while Oghren and I worked together to take down smaller enemies. Morrigan's wall of fire consumed the darkspawn that the Broodmother sprouted.Using Sten as leverage, I leaped onto the Broodmother's shoulder and sliced its neck. The creature let out a piercing scream, the sound splitting my mind open. I fell backward, but Sten caught me. As my consciousness faded, I saw Sten smile and say, "You did good, Kadan."When I came to, I was in an abandoned alley in the Deep Roads. Morrigan was fretting over me, her hands trembling as she tended to my wounds. Oghren looked confused and asked Wynne, "I thought you were the heal-y mage, not the witch."Wynne corrected him, "Morrigan tends to Elissa."I forced my eyes open, fighting through the pain. "I'm okay."The group collectively sighed in relief. Zevran gently kicked Alistair, waking him up with a groan. "I'm a healer!" Zevran laughed.We trudged forward and eventually found Paragon Branka. Oghren called out to her, and she turned, annoyed. She held a rod and controlled three tall golems. We learned that the Anvil of the Void could create a golem army at the expense of dwarven lives. Morally conflicted, I couldn't condone stripping dwarves of their humanity. A large golem introduced himself as Paragon Caridin, the creator of the Anvil. He explained that it was used only on volunteers until the crown became greedy and used the poor forcefully. Caridin, now a golem from punishment, wanted to destroy the Anvil.Caridin promised to make a crown for Harrowmont if we helped destroy it. Despite Morrigan's desire for the golem army to end the Blight sooner, I agreed. As I moved to destroy the Anvil, the deranged Branka attacked us, her golems following her command.The fight was intense. Branka's golems were formidable opponents, but our team was determined. Leliana's arrows flew with deadly accuracy while Zevran and I executed synchronized strikes. Oghren's powerful swings broke through the golems' defenses. Morrigan unleashed torrents of fire, consuming any darkspawn that dared to emerge.Ultimately, I pinned Branka down, looking to Oghren for the final decision. His face was a mix of sorrow and resolve. "She was my wife," he said with a sad smile. "But she's too far gone."Oghren ended Branka's life, his expression a mix of relief and grief. We destroyed the Anvil after Caridin made the crown, and Caridin thanked us before launching himself into the lava below, seeking peace at last.I limped out of the Deep Roads, Morrigan supporting me. She whispered, "I am scared your morals and desire to be a knight in shining armor will be the death of you one day, Warden."I looked at her with tired but proud eyes. "I am proud of my choices, Morrigan. They led me to you, after all."Morrigan smiled, but frustration lingered in her eyes. "You make life hard sometimes."We decided to rest at the inn for one more night before giving the crown to Harrowmont. As we settled in, the weight of our journey pressed down on me, leaving my limbs heavy and my thoughts clouded with fatigue. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows on the walls. Morrigan lay gently on her pillow, staring up at the ceiling, her expression a mix of contemplation and worry. The scent of old wood and the faint aroma of herbs from Morrigan's pouch filled the air.I cautiously reached for her hand under the covers, the soft fabric of the blanket rustling with my movement. My fingers brushed against hers, tentative and searching. I was scared she was slipping from me, the constant pain and worry eating her alive as she saw me hurt time and time again. Slowly, she locked her fingers with mine, her hesitant and comforting touch. I squeezed her hand, seeking reassurance in the simple connection.Her worried eyes met mine, pools of gold reflecting the flickering candlelight. "Come here," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. Morrigan’s eyes closed at the impact of my words, and she slowly curled into my shoulder, her leg tossing over mine. Her warmth seeped into me, a soothing balm to my weariness."I have never had someone care about me the way you do," Morrigan admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable. I kissed the top of her head in response, the strands of her hair silky against my lips. Her tone, tinged with confusion and longing, continued, "Even in the dark of night, you look to my pleasure rather than focusing on your own."She looked at me with a mix of frustration and bewilderment. "Part of me wishes you were selfish and used me as a tool…then it would be easier for me not to care. Caring hurts, especially when you sacrifice yourself at every turn."Gently, I reached up and pulled the hair tie from her hair, letting the dark, silky strands cascade down her shoulders. The hair tie made her hair wave like a beautiful waterfall without hair out of place. I looked at her like she was the most priceless painting in the gallery, each detail etched into my memory. "I'm sorry. You mean a lot to me, Morrigan," I whispered, thick with emotion.Morrigan sighed, her breath warm against my neck. "I am sorry about my lack of proper words the previous night…I have never had anyone give me a gift before. I have never had anyone want to hold me before. I have never felt how you make me feel, and it is beautiful...and torturous."I could see the conflict in her eyes, the struggle between wanting to pull away and the desire to stay close. I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing gently against her skin. "Kiss me, Morrigan," I whispered, my voice blending command and plea.Her eyes searched mine for a moment. Then she closed the distance between us. Her lips were soft and hesitant at first, then more insistent, as if seeking to convey all the emotions words couldn’t capture. I kissed her back, pouring all my love and reassurance into the kiss, hoping to bridge the gap between us and soothe her worries, if only for a moment.The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in the quiet room. The feel of her against me, the taste of her lips, the sound of her breath mingling with mine were the moments I fought for, the moments that made all the pain and sacrifice worth it.
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Harrowmont became king, and as the crew was leaving Orzammar, I noticed Oghren following us. "Coming with us, Oghren?" I asked, smiling.Oghren shrugged. "Not much left for me here anyway, so might as well save the world or whatever."Sten looked confused. "You do not care about losing your caste, dwarf?"Oghren glanced at Zevran. "Do you have good booze up there on the surface?"Zevran nodded with a grin. "Only the best!"Oghren decided, "I'm in."When we reached the surface, Oghren's reaction to the sky was unforgettable. His eyes widened, and he looked up with awe and terror. It was crazy to think he'd never seen the sky or nature.I looked to Alistair, "We'll start with the Dalish Elves now that we have the Dwarves and Mages treaties enacted. After that, we’ll go to Denerim to follow the lead on the Urn."Alistair nodded. "Sounds like a plan."I pulled Zevran aside. "Would you like to go on a side mission with Oghren?"Zevran looked intrigued. "I would be honored."I glanced at Sten, who was out of earshot. I respected Sten, and I had discovered the truth behind his attack. His sword had been stolen, a sacred item in Qunari culture. I had a lead on the seller who might have Sten's sword."Follow this lead and find Sten's sword," I instructed Zevran.Zevran appreciated the trust I had built with him. He was no longer a prisoner or an ex-assassin; he was part of the team. I saw them off and rallied the rest of the group to the elves.Our feet crunched against the fallen leaves as we walked through the woods. The earthy scent of the forest filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of Morrigan's herbal potions. Morrigan always seemed calmer in the woods, and I couldn’t help but admire her.Morrigan caught me staring. "Do I have something on my face?"I laughed. "No, you just relax in the woods, and it's... heartwarming to see."She playfully rolled her eyes. "You're getting soft on me, Warden."Our banter was interrupted when elves stopped us with their bows drawn. I explained we were Grey Wardens with treaties requiring the Dalish Elves' support against the Blight. They led us to their camp, where the Keeper, Zathrian, revealed his clan was ambushed by werewolves, and several hunters were afflicted with the curse. He needed Witherfang's heart to cure them before he could uphold the treaties.Alistair groaned, "Why does everyone want something from us?"Morrigan shrugged. "I suppose it is too simple-minded to think we would show up with papers and walk away with a handshake."I shook my head and agreed to help the elves. Leliana’s hunting skills were invaluable, allowing us to strike the werewolves from a distance before engaging directly. Morrigan’s knowledge of the woods helped us navigate the terrain. I was doing everything I could to grow as a strategic leader rather than facing everything head-on. With Morrigan, I had a new reason to be more careful.We pressed forward, fighting waves of werewolves, encountering a strange hermit, and getting help from a magical tree to find the werewolf's lair. When we finally met the mysterious Witherfang, the truth was revealed. Witherfang was a great wolf to which Zathrian had bound the spirit of the forest centuries earlier for revenge. The curse passed on to the descendants of those humans and other innocents. Witherfang evolved over time to become the Lady of the Forest and sympathized with the innocent werewolves.Zathrian refused the werewolves' summons, so they ambushed his clan to force him to end the curse. I forced a confrontation between Zathrian and Witherfang. After fighting, they ended the curse by sacrificing themselves, allowing the werewolves to become human again, and curing the elves.Back at the camp, I informed the new Keeper of what had happened. The elves wanted revenge on the humans that were once wolves, but I pushed for peace. While I dealt with diplomacy, I noticed Morrigan speaking with an elven vendor in Elvish.With all the treaties secured, we made our way to Denerim. As night fell, we made camp. I watched Wynne giving Ralph, my dog, a bath by the campfire, enjoying the simple, peaceful moment.Soon, Zevran and Oghren approached with wide grins. I thanked them and took the Qunari greatsword in my hands. Approaching Sten, I held out his sword. Sten dropped to his knees and looked at me with the softest expression I'd ever seen on him. He took the sword and whispered, "Thank you, Kadan."Morrigan watched from a distance, her eyes wide with awe. I joined her side. "Done stealing the hearts of the camp, El?" she whispered, using a playful nickname.I smiled. "I only care about one."Morrigan teased, "Oh! I do wonder which. Maybe the other Warden, perhaps?"We walked into the tent, and Morrigan followed. "I like to keep you guessing," I said, grinning.Morrigan fiddled with a small box, her usual confidence replaced by nervousness. I raised an eyebrow in a silent question. She opened the box, revealing two rings. "This isn’t a proposal," she began, fumbling with her words for once. I put a joking, dramatic hand on my chest, “I wasn’t expecting it, but now, my lady, I am heartbroken.”Morrigan rolled her eyes. She showed me the rings and explained their enchantment. Morrigan put one on my right ring finger, the perfect fit silently pleasing her. She put the other on herself, and the rings glowed in sync with my heartbeat."The ring will tell me where you are. My ring will pulse at the rhythm of your heart rate, so I know you are alive, and yours will glow even brighter if I’m searching for you…you know, in case we get separated," Morrigan explained.Touched by the gift and its significance, I thanked her and kissed her gently. "I love it," I said, hoping to calm her nerves.I held Morrigan's hand in mine, admiring the slight glow of her ring. The soft light cast a warm, intimate glow over our tent, illuminating her sharp, beautiful features. "So, this pings at the pace of my heart rate?" I asked, curiosity piqued.Morrigan nodded her head, a small smile playing on her lips.I got a mischievous look in my eyes, leaning closer to her. "Let's see how fast I can make it go."Morrigan's eyes grew wide in surprise, but before she could respond, I saw the spark of excitement in her gaze. She quickly pounced on me, her movements swift and fluid. I laughed, and the sound quickly swallowed by her lips as she kissed me with a fierce, passionate intensity.Our clothes quickly became an unnecessary barrier. The feel of her skin against mine was electrifying, every touch sending waves of warmth through me. I could feel her heart racing, matching the quickening glow of our rings. They pulsed in rhythm with our accelerating heartbeats, casting a dancing light over the tent’s fabric.Morrigan's hands were everywhere, her touch both tender and demanding. She guided me with a surety that made my pulse quicken even more. I responded eagerly, my hands tracing the curves of her body, feeling the slight tremors that my touch elicited.Our rings continued to glow, their light reflecting the crescendo of our passion. I could feel the pulse of my own heartbeat in the ring Morrigan wore, and it was as if we were truly connected in that moment—two souls in perfect synchrony.She whispered my name, her voice a mix of need and affection. I captured her lips again, feeling her breath hitch as I deepened the kiss. My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as our movements became more urgent, more desperate.Morrigan's body pressed against mine, her skin hot and slick with sweat. Her scent, a mix of earthy herbs and something uniquely her own, filled my senses, grounding me in the reality of our shared intimacy.The world outside the tent ceased to exist. There was only Morrigan and me, our bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. The glowing rings on our fingers amplified every caress, kiss, and whispered word of affection or desire.As we reached the peak of our passion, our rings shone with a blinding light, reflecting the intense, shared heartbeat. The moment stretched, each second an eternity of bliss, until we finally collapsed together, spent and satisfied.Morrigan curled into me, her breathing slowly returning to normal. I could feel her heart racing slightly against my chest, knowing mine mirrored hers. Our rings had returned to their gentle glow.I kissed her head, whispering, "What am I to you, Morrigan?"She looked up at me, her eyes soft and filled with something I rarely saw in her: vulnerability. "I… don't want anyone else, Elissa. Just you."I held her closer, feeling the weight of her words sink in. I smiled and poked her side, “Avoiding the question?”Morrigan played along, “What do you want me to say, Warden?”“Titles, Morrigan. I think we’re getting to that point.”“You’re my…” her voice trailed, “Girlfriend?” She cringed at the word.“Ooo,” I started to attack Morrigan with a barrage of pecks all over her face.“Easy now,” Morrigan squirmed. “I knew the word would go to your big head!” I got more laughs from Morrigan’s lips as I tickled her. Morrigan complained, “It sounds so childish on my lips!”As the laughter died, I pinned her down and gazed into Morrigan’s eyes. At this moment, I had fallen head over heels for Morrigan, but I knew we needed to take things slow. I slowly placed one gentle kiss on her forehead to keep the words that wanted to fly out of my mouth and folded beside her. We lay there, tangled together, until the morning sun arrived.
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We made our way through the bustling streets of Denerim, the city's energy buzzing around us. Morrigan's face lit up as we passed the vibrant market stalls. Her eyes widened with wonder, though she quickly tried to mask it with her usual aloof expression. I couldn't help but smile at her attempt to hide her amazement. Her inner child was reveling in the chaos and color of the marketplace.I slipped the coin purse into her hands and nudged her gently. "Why don't you get the supplies for the camp? It’ll be good for you."Morrigan raised an eyebrow but accepted the task, and Leliana quickly linked arms with her, leading her into the crowd. I chuckled as they disappeared into the throng and turned to Alistair. "Let's find Brother Genitivi."We went to Brother Genitivi's home but found only his assistant there. The assistant seemed suspicious, claiming Brother Genitivi was at The Spoiled Princess near the Circle Tower. Despite our doubts, we decided to investigate. As we exited, Alistair spotted a house and paused."I think my step-sister lives there," he said, his voice tinged with hope.“Maric had a daughter?” “No, I think we’re related through a serving maid mother, but…don’t remind me that I don’t truly know my mother. I just think it could be something, El!”I saw the eagerness in his eyes and nodded. "Let's go, then."Inside, we met Goldanna, who quickly revealed herself as a bitter woman, more interested in exploiting Alistair's longing for family than in any real connection. The encounter left Alistair crushed. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. I imagined a million ways of tossing that woman out a window, but I contained myself."You know, Alistair, I see you as a brother. And that means the world to me, especially after losing most of my family to Howe."Alistair teared up, and we hugged. Morrigan appeared, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, a lovely Warden moment.""Buzz off," Alistair mumbled, but there was a hint of a smile as he pulled away.The crew separated briefly. Oghren and Zevran attempted to teach Alistair how to flirt at the bar, Wynne took Ralph for a walk, and Sten accompanied Leliana to finish some business with her old bardmaster. I took Morrigan on a stroll to the local horsemaster, determined to improve our travel times.As we walked, Morrigan brought up something that had been weighing on my mind. "I heard you mentioning Howe earlier."I sighed. "Yes. My mind is set on revenge, but I'm scared that once he's in the ground, I'll be faced with reality."Morrigan tilted her head. "What reality?""The reality that they're gone. That I can't get them back. The survivor's guilt eats me alive every day."Morrigan nodded, her expression softening. I breathed into the thick air, "Did I ever tell you about my best friend Roderick? He died that day, but he was an amazing person, and I want to remember him that way.""No, but you should tell me stories. Those we love most should live on in legend."I smiled and shared some lighthearted memories of Roderick, including the prank that left him covered in chicken feathers, as we reached the horsemaster. The horsemaster was a rugged, flirty man, and I negotiated two horses for a reasonable price. When payment was settled, he tried to ask me on a date. I quickly moved my ring to my left hand. "Sorry, I must have put my ring on the wrong hand this morning! Thank you for the offer, but I'm happily married."The man was thoroughly disappointed, but he bought the story.Morrigan watched with a smirk as I led the horses by the reins. "Quick thinking," she said, impressed.I smiled. I looked at the steeds. "Have you ever ridden a horse before?" I asked.Morrigan shook her head, and my eyes widened with excitement. "You’re in for a treat."“That look in your eyes terrifies me, Warden.”After checking on the crew, I noticed Sten comforting a crying Leliana. I ran to them. I quickly took her in my arms, and even Morrigan placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Leliana softened at the touch and began to collect herself. Leliana had no choice but to kill her ex-lover and bardmaster. There were no words that I could say to heal her internal wounds, but I knew how much her faith meant to her. I asked if she wanted to be part of the crew to search for the Urn of Sacred Ashes, and her face lit up with excitement.To make the journey more efficient, I grabbed Alistair, Leliana, and Morrigan, and we mounted our horses. The rest of the crew took up odd jobs in the city to grow our wealth in Denerim. As always, I left Wynne in charge, even though Zevran claimed they didn’t need a babysitter.I took Morrigan's unsure hand and settled her on the saddle behind me, guiding her hands to my waist. She was nervous about Leliana and Alistair commenting until I nodded to Alistair, who had to do the same thing.Leliana proved a better rider, so Alistair had to hold on to her. Morrigan teased Alistair about his fragile masculinity. "Ready?" I called to Leliana, and she nodded. I spurred my horse into a sprint.Morrigan clung to me tightly. "You didn't want to ease me in, did you?" she muttered, but I could hear the laughter in her voice. I felt the wind in my hair and laughed against it, feeling a sense of freedom. Morrigan eventually relaxed and began to enjoy the ride as well.In record time, we arrived at The Spoiled Princess. Inside, the atmosphere was tense, an obvious trap. I asked the nervous bartender about Brother Genitivi, and bar patrons immediately stood up, drawing their weapons.The fight was intense, but we had fun with it. Leliana kicked a table for protection as she shot from afar. Alistair, as always, provided both protection and comic relief. At one point, he swung his sword, missed his target, and crashed into a table. "Well, that was intentional," he quipped, picking himself up.One of the men advanced to me while I sparred with another, “You’re too pretty to be fighting us, sweet cheeks.”I spotted Morrigan behind him and smirked, “Would you say I look electrifying?”At the signal, Morrigan sent shockwaves through his body, leaving him stiff and paralyzed on the sticky bar floor.With the cultists defeated, the bartender explained that they were holding Brother Genitivi hostage. We stormed back into Denerim, where the assistant paled at the sight of us. He turned out to be a cultist in disguise, hopeful that we would be killed. After defeating him, we found Brother Genitivi's notes revealing his true location: Haven, a small village in the Frostback Mountains.We made our way to Haven just before nightfall. The village had an eerie vibe, with cultists running it. Inside the Chantry, we encountered a mad priest who turned on us the moment he saw us. The fight was chaotic. Leliana, ever the pragmatist, joked, "At least we'll have something interesting to confess in church!"“Everyone is a comedian today,” Morrigan mused.After defeating the priest, we found a key and heard banging from a side room. Inside, we found Brother Genitivi injured and bound. We freed him, and he explained that he knew where the ashes were. Alistair helped him stand, and we went to the nearby temple.We left Brother Genitivi in the main hall, ready to examine the area, while Leliana, Alistair, Morrigan, and I ventured further into the Temple. The atmosphere was tense, every shadow seeming to conceal a threat. The Temple was crawling with cultists, and it wasn't long before we found ourselves surrounded.Alistair raised his shield just in time to block a cultist's sword, metal clashing and echoing through the ancient halls. I swung my own blade, feeling the resistance as it met flesh, the cultist falling back with a grunt. Leliana moved with grace, her daggers a blur as she dispatched enemies with precision. Morrigan stood at the rear, casting spells that sent our foes reeling, flames licking at their robes.We pressed forward, the stairs leading us deeper and deeper into the earth until the stone gave way to caverns. The air grew colder, and the faint sounds of dragon hatchlings reached our ears. The cultists had been experimenting, trying to harness the power of dragons for their own ends. We fought our way through, the hatchlings proving to be fierce opponents despite their size.The deeper we went, the more uneasy we felt. We were close to the rumored location of the Ashes. Suddenly, a spirit appeared before us, its form shifting until it took the shape of my father. My heart clenched painfully at the sight, his eyes full of unspoken words."I will try my hardest not to blame myself for your death, Father... I will make you proud," I whispered, a tear falling.Morrigan, uncharacteristically tender, reached for my hand, unafraid of Alistair or Leliana noticing. Her touch grounded me, and the spirit seemed satisfied, dissolving into the air.We continued our journey, and finally, the Urn of Sacred Ashes came into view. Leliana fell to her knees, praying fervently. I took a pinch of the ashes for Arl Eamon, feeling accomplished. We returned to Brother Genitivi, who was overjoyed at our success. He planned to orchestrate a safe pilgrimage for others to visit the Ashes. Despite my concerns about potential abuse, I decided to put my faith in him.We rode back to Redcliffe under a star-speckled sky, arriving just past midnight. I let Alistair have the honor of using the ashes on the Arl. Morrigan was skeptical, but the ashes worked, and Arl Eamon awoke. His wife, Isolde, and son, Connor, cried happy tears. We learned that he had been poisoned by Loghain, and Alistair recounted what had happened with Connor and the city. Eamon was grateful and planned to join us in Denerim to stop Loghain's political machinations. We needed a united Ferelden to combat the Blight.That night, Eamon offered us rooms to stay. I lay lazily in Morrigan's lap as she read the last chapters of the Grimoire, her fingers absently playing with my hair. Suddenly, her hands grew cold."Is everything okay, Morrigan?" I asked, noticing the change.Her face was pale as she read. She mumbled, "No, no, no.""What?" I panicked, sitting up.Morrigan finished reading and put down the book, frozen in shock. I cupped her cheek, "Talk to me, love."She focused on my eyes, her sadness turning to anger. "Here, in great detail, Flemeth explains the means by which she has survived for centuries."I was intrigued, urging her to continue."Flemeth has raised many daughters over her long lifetime. There are stories of these Witches of the Wilds throughout Chasind legend, yet I have never seen one and wondered why not. And now I know.”Morrigan glared at the book, “They are all Flemeth. When her body becomes old and wizened, she raises a new daughter, and when the time is right, she takes her daughter’s body for her own."I took Morrigan's hand, "I am so sorry."Morrigan closed her eyes, "Do not be sorry. I am not. I am angry.""I understand," I said softly.Morrigan's eyes met mine, filled with determination. "There is only one possible response to this. Flemeth needs to die. I will not sit about like an empty sack waiting to be filled. Flemeth must be slain, and I…need your help."I squeezed her hand, whispering, "Of course, I'll help. I'll do anything for you, Morrigan."She winced at my words. "Can we kill her?" I asked."Doubtful, it will likely delay her until she finds a new host or method, but it is better than nothing," Morrigan replied.I nodded. Morrigan continued, "What needs to be done is for you to return to Flemeth’s hut in the Korcari Wilds…without me. If I am present when she is slain, I cannot be certain that she will not possess my body right then."I looked at our interlocked hands, confidence warring with fear. Morrigan's mother was not a defenseless old woman; Flemeth was an immortal being closer to a god than a human. "Do you think I can do it?" I asked.Morrigan sighed but nodded. "I think you are unstoppable, Elissa, but I am terrified to ask you to do this...I don't want you injured on my behalf, but I don't know what else to do."I swallowed back tears. "I understand.""When she is…dead, the thing I must have is her true grimoire. That way, I can defend against her power in the future," Morrigan explained.I kissed Morrigan's tear-stained cheek and whispered, "Of course."We both struggled to sleep that night. In the morning, I sent Morrigan to escort Arl Eamon and his staff to Denerim. Alistair was skeptical about our plan."We are supposed to kill Flemeth? The Flemeth? Are you insane?" he asked, his voice filled with terror.I clenched my fist, "We have to."Leliana cleared her throat, “I have never doubted your decision-making, Elissa, but love will cloud your judgment. Just think for a moment longer. We all could die here, but I refuse to let you go alone, so if you mount your horse, so will we.”I thought for a moment, but I could not breathe in a world where Morrigan was in danger. I mounted my steed, and Leliana and Alistair followed me without saying another word. The ride was more daunting than exciting. The swamplands around Flemeth's hut were eerie, the air thick with anticipation. Flemeth was waiting for us as if she had known we were coming."I am surprised that Morrigan was able to seduce you, Elissa. You always were the smart one," Flemeth said with a smirk, trying to sow doubt in my mind. "Do you believe she is not just using you to do her dirty work?"I refused to believe it. Morrigan was not using me. I saw how she looked after we kissed, felt the nerves in her hands as we touched for the first time, and knew the most private parts of her. There was no way she was the actress her mother tried to portray her as. I could not contain my doubt.I grit my teeth and unsheathed my blade. The inevitable fight began, and Flemeth transformed into a dragon. I was not prepared for such a shift. “Fuck,” Alistair murmured.The battle was intense, the ground shaking with each dragon's movements. I slashed at the ebony scales and tried to get Flemeth to focus on me rather than endangering my comrades. I spotted the fleshy underbelly and could break through the skin, but Flemeth’s tail surprised me. I was knocked down, my sword slipping from my grasp. I reached for it, feeling my determination surge. For Morrigan. I had to save her.I fought through the pain, using every ounce of my strength and skill. One of Flemeth’s claws crushed into the back of my armor. Alistair cried out, but I found my footing again. Alistair distracted Flemeth and guarded himself from her fiery breath using his shield training. With her distracted, I managed to climb onto the dragon. In my state, no one would believe I could climb on, let alone hold on. While clinging to a horn, I found a vulnerable spot and impaled its brain. Though bleeding and exhausted, I stumbled into the hut that saved me all of those months ago. I found and clung to the true Grimoire before passing out.When I awoke in Denerim, I heard heated voices outside my door. Leliana and Alistair were yelling at Morrigan. My head was pounding, and I felt like a pound of lead."Just admit that you used her, Morrigan! No one who truly loves someone would ever send them to die like that alone!" Alistair shouted."It was a suicide mission, Morrigan! If we didn't get here in time, she would be dead, and it would have been your fault," Leliana added.Alistair’s voice hardened, “Do you even truly care for her, Morrigan, or was it like Flemeth said?”Morrigan’s voice appeared, “What did my mother say?”“That you seduced her to do your bidding! I think it makes a lot of convenient sense. Elissa is undoubtedly the leader, so if you needed something, getting in her pants was obviously the answer.”Morrigan didn’t reply.Alistair’s voice raged on, “She has been through so much: Her family’s massacre, Ostagar, and now she is trying to stop the end of the world. Yet, you toy with her heart and put her through more pain…and possibly death? She’s unconscious, and I don’t know if she will wake up. Do you understand that? She could be dead. You saw the blood trail she left. It will take me weeks to get the stains out of my armor, and I am sure you can say the same thing about your clothes.”Leliana’s voice was calmer, “Why did you do something so selfish, Morrigan?”Morrigan was quiet until she choked back tears. "I didn't know what else to do," she admitted, her voice breaking.Alistair tried to contain his voice, “I was never a fan of you, but I was a fan of how you made her feel…She actually smiled around you. Was it all an act? Was I dimwitted to believe you would never hurt her?”I could tell Morrigan was trying not to cry.Leliana was a gentle interrogator, “Answer me this: If roles were reversed, would you do the same for her? Would you die for her sins?”“Yes…In a fucking heartbeat. You may see me as a twisted witch, but I have never known affection until I tended to those kind eyes in Flemeth’s hut…I- love her, and I- think I should have just let Flemeth take me instead of sending her, but part of me holds on to the fairy tale that the knight in shining armor could slay the dragon and we could have happily ever after…I was foolish to believe such a happiness exists for someone as doomed as me.”Alistair and Leliana were speechless.Morrigan’s tears broke, “So, yell away! Berate me because, trust me, I am doing worse to myself in my mind.Gathering my strength, I stood up and grabbed my side, ignoring the pain. I stumbled to the door and fell forward into Morrigan's arms. We crumbled to the floor together, Morrigan holding me tightly, crying heartfelt apologies and blaming herself.Leliana and Alistair left us to our privacy but breathed a sigh of relief when they saw me. Morrigan looked at me, surprised I wasn’t angry."Are you okay?" I asked softly."Am I okay? What kind of question is that, Elissa? I am more worried about you... I was scared I lost you, and it was all my fault," she said, tears streaming down her face."It isn't your fault. I would have found out one way or another and done the same thing myself," I reassured her.My weak hand moved a hair out of her face. Morrigan closed her eyes at the touch and released more tears. Morrigan cried, finally admitting, "I was scared I would never say how I feel."I was confused, and Morrigan took a deep breath. Her yellow eyes shook as they tried to focus their energy on me. "I…love you, Elissa," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.I smiled weakly, my heart swelling with relief and love. "I love you too, Morrigan."
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My eyes blinked open, and the dim light of the room came into focus. The faint glow of Wynne's healing magic illuminated the space, casting soft shadows on the walls. Her hands moved gently over my wounds, a warm, soothing sensation following her touch."You gave us quite a scare, child," Wynne said, her voice a comforting murmur in the quiet of the night.I managed a weak smile. "Thanks for your help, Wynne.""Of course," she replied, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of relief and concern. She sighed, "You know, Elissa, despite your recklessness, I hope my son grew up to be like you."Her words caught me off guard. "You have a son?"Wynne nodded, a distant look in her eyes. "Yes, I had a son while in the Circle. The Chantry does not take well to mages having children outside of marriage, so once he was born, they took him away."My heart ached for her. Wynne had always been like a mother to us all, yet she had been denied the chance to be a mother to her own son. "Do you know his name?" I asked softly."Rhys," she said with a wistful smile.I reached out and took her hand. "I promise I’ll find him and reconnect you two."Wynne squeezed my hand, gratitude and sadness in her eyes. "Elissa, you try to make everyone happy. Just make sure you are tending to yourself as well."I glanced at Morrigan, who was passed out on a nearby chair. Exhaustion etched into her features even in sleep. "I am," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Wynne followed my gaze and nodded. "I understand." She finished her healing spell and patted my arm gently. "You're healing well. Get some rest, Elissa."As Wynne left the room, I struggled to stand, my muscles protesting. I noticed the ring on Morrigan's finger glinting in the low light. I gently took her hand in mine, pressing a soft kiss. Her eyelashes fluttered open, and she looked at me with concern and sleepiness."You shouldn't be standing, El," she chided softly."Sleep with me, Morrigan," I murmured, my voice pleading.Morrigan's lips curled into a tired smile. "I don't think that is wise, Warden."I stumbled back to the bed, managing a small laugh. "You know what I mean."With a sigh, Morrigan climbed into bed beside me, her body warm and comforting against mine. She rested her head on my chest, and I felt her tears dampen my shirt."I felt your heart stop through the ring," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I must have terrified Arl Eamon when I immediately transformed into a bird to find you. I no longer cared if Flemeth could take my body because none of it mattered if you were dead."Her words weighed heavily on me, the depth of her fear and guilt evident. "Morrigan...""When I saw Alistair and Leliana carrying your body, you were almost unrecognizable because of the blood loss, but you were clutching the Grimoire. I saw the dead dragon that was my mother and couldn't believe Flemeth was truly capable of that. I felt terrible for underestimating her."She took a shuddering breath. "I stabilized you and held you upright on the journey back to Denerim.""You manned the horse on your own?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.Morrigan rolled her eyes. "Yes, I did, while trying to hold you up the entire way back. It was quite the effort."I breathed in her scent, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. "Stop beating yourself up. I would do it all over again. I don't want you living in fear, Morrigan."Morrigan's tears flowed freely, and she held me tighter. "I don't want to lose you, Elissa. I...I love you too much.""I love you too," I whispered, closing my eyes and letting the exhaustion take over. The steady rhythm of Morrigan's heartbeat against my ear comforted me.In the morning, Morrigan helped me don my best armor. Her fingers brushed against my skin as she secured each piece, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She clipped the cloak around my neck, her thumb lingering on the embossed Cousland crest. Determination surged through me; I needed to show everyone I was still standing, still strong despite everything.Morrigan kissed my cheek, and I couldn't help but smile at her. Together, we walked into the main hall. As soon as we entered, the crew erupted in applause. Leliana's eyes sparkled with joy, Alistair clapped loudly, and even Sten nodded approvingly.I grabbed a mug and settled next to Sten. "It's good to see you, Sten.""The same, Warden," Sten replied gruffly. "You are resilient. It is an admirable quality."Before I could respond, Arl Eamon entered the hall, joining the lively gathering. "Elissa," he began, "I'm glad to see you up and about. I'll be making an appearance at the royal palace today. It's time to become an active voice against Loghain."He looked towards Alistair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "How do you feel about a bid for the throne, Alistair?"Alistair hesitated, glancing at me before responding. "What about Anora? Isn't she a candidate?"Arl Eamon frowned. "Anora might only be a puppet to her father, Loghain. We need someone who can lead without his influence."I saw the conflict in Alistair's eyes. He had always run from his royal birthright, never seeing himself as a leader. But I knew better. "I support either decision, Alistair. This is your life, but you would be the best king Ferelden could ever know. You have a kind heart and a strong moral compass. I believe in you. Your legacy will be your own, whatever story you choose."Alistair smiled at me, gratitude and something else—determination, perhaps—shining in his eyes. "I'll think about it," he said, but I could tell he leaned towards accepting the challenge.I accompanied Arl Eamon to the royal palace, with Alistair and Morrigan following. When we arrived, Eamon was surprised to see Loghain present. It was the first time I'd seen him since I was a child, and it was jarring to face the man who had sent assassins after me. His bitterness and twisted nature were evident.Loghain still clung to the lie that the Wardens had killed the king. He berated Arl Eamon for distracting everyone from the Blight and questioned his sanity, given his recent unconscious state.I rolled my eyes. "Yes, we are the ones distracting from the Blight... We, the Wardens, are trying to stop it. It is our duty, but we need Ferelden's support, and you are making that incredibly difficult."Eamon stood firm. "I know I was unconscious because you sent someone to poison me."Loghain feigned innocence. "Let's just agree for Anora to be queen so we can get on fighting this Blight… if it truly is a real Blight."Eamon glared at him. "You only want her as queen so she can be the public face of your true reign."At that moment, another man entered behind Loghain. As he got closer, my blood ran cold. It was Howe. Seeing him, the man who slaughtered my family, brought up a torrent of memories and anger.Howe's smile was twisted. "Oh, little Cousland. It is a relief that you are well. My deepest apologies for what happened to your family, but your lands are in my good hands. I don't know who could do such a thing."I couldn't hold back my rage. "You did! Don't act like I am some dumb child. I saw your family crest. You slaughtered my people and took our lands when they are mine by birthright."Howe made a mocking noise. "Enough with this nonsense, Loghain. We have other matters to attend to."The memories and emotions overwhelmed me, and I felt my resolve falter. Morrigan stepped beside me, her presence calming me. "We should go back to Arl Eamon's estate," she suggested softly.I found peace in her voice. I wanted to make him pay and resort to violence, but Morrigan’s logic held me down. This was not the time or place.Back at Arl Eamon's estate, the atmosphere was tense. Eamon himself was surprised that Loghain had shown his face so willingly. As I walked through the halls, the flashes of the Cousland massacre haunted me. Images of leaving my mother and father behind to die in order to escape with Duncan swirled in my mind. Even though it was their wish, I felt as though their blood was on my hands.Morrigan's touch on my shoulder brought me back to reality. "Earth to Warden. Are you hanging in there?"I shook my head, trying to push the memories away. "I'll be fine."Before I could gather my thoughts, Zevran approached, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "My dear Warden, it seems we have a visitor."One of Anora's servants had snuck into Arl Eamon's estate, begging for our help. She explained that Anora was locked up in Howe's estate. "Why would Loghain allow his own daughter to be held hostage?" I asked, perplexed.The servant woman explained, "Anora questioned her father about her husband's death and became suspicious of his evasive answers. Howe locked her away. Anora is just a pawn to Howe, and he believes she may be more powerful dead if he can put the blame on the Wardens and legitimize Loghain's push for the throne."I decided that rescuing Anora was in our best interest. If we get her on our side, it could put us in the best political position to overthrow Loghain and Howe, rallying the Ferelden army against the Blight. I pulled Alistair aside to plan, feeling Morrigan's watchful gaze on me.The servant had four guard disguises, and Alistair suggested we bring Leliana and Morrigan for the infiltration. We found an old map in Arl Eamon's library and devised a plan. Alistair and I shook hands, a newfound confidence in his eyes. He was beginning to mirror the leadership qualities I always knew he had, and I was proud of his growth.After leaving the office, Morrigan's gaze drew me in. She led me to our room, closing the door behind us. Crossing her arms, she challenged me. "You believe rescuing the queen from your arch nemesis' estate is truly the best foot forward?"I stood by my decision, but Morrigan's concern was evident. "I don't care about politics right now. I care about you, and this is not safe. You just got back on your feet. This is a hornet's nest, and you will kick it when you open the door.""I know," I admitted, "but it’s necessary."Morrigan stepped closer, her eyes intense. "You will face him. You won't be able to stop yourself. You will kill or be killed by Howe. Are you sure you are ready for that?"I hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in. "I have to."Morrigan shook her head, frustration and worry etched on her face. "You lead a group of the best warriors in Thedas. Send Zevran, Sten, the drunk dwarf—anyone else. Or let me do this for you. You have already done so much for me."I sighed, reaching for her hand. "I need to be there. It's important that the Wardens save her. It's important that you're with me. I will need your strength when I look him in the eye again."Morrigan's expression softened, and she squeezed my hand tightly. "Then we do this together. But promise me you'll be careful.""As much as I can…I promise," I whispered, pulling her into an embrace. "We'll get through this. Together."We got dressed in the guard outfits. The metal of the armor was cold and unfamiliar against my skin. Adjusting Morrigan's helmet, I couldn't help but smile. "You make a pretty guard," I said.Morrigan smirked, her eyes twinkling with a rare hint of playfulness. "I am sure that is on their hiring criteria."Our relationship had become an open secret among the crew. After everything with Flemeth, it was impossible to hide. We arrived at Howe's estate, and seeing his family crest brought back memories. I swallowed hard, trying to push them down. With the disguises, we slipped past the guards.Spotting the room where Anora was held, we quickly realized it was protected by a magical barrier. Anora's voice echoed from behind the door. "The mage that put the barrier on the door is Howe's personal arcane expert. He is likely alongside him in his personal quarters. Go, quickly, Warden!"Time was running out. Alistair and Leliana headed to the West Wing, while Morrigan and I went down the East Wing. The halls were a maze of rooms and corridors. As we navigated through, I suddenly heard a familiar, loathsome voice behind me."I don't remember hiring a Cousland mutt into my arsenal."Turning slowly, I unsheathed my sword. Howe stood there, confident and unafraid. "I knew I should have sent my men to kill you first. Bryce's favorite child... What a pest."I wanted answers. "You were part of the family, Howe. Why do this? Why resort to killing those you supposedly loved?"Howe shook his head, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. "When your father started making peace with those Orlesians, he was a traitor to his nation."My brows furrowed, anger bubbling within me. "We are not at war, Howe. Trying to extend an olive branch does not betray the nation."He looked down upon me, his eyes filled with disdain. "You are just an idiotic child. I do not know why I am wasting my breath. You know how this ends. Loghain will become king, and I will get the power I was destined to have while everyone soon forgets the Cousland name."Morrigan's quick reflexes saved me as she struck down the mage, attempting a stealthy attack. With the barrier's mage dealt with, it was just Howe and me.We fought, the clang of our swords echoing through the corridor. Memories of sparring with Howe and my father as a child flooded my mind. I tried to remember his tells, his openings. He was still the skilled fighter I remembered, but his arrogance was his downfall.Howe tried to uncork a bottle of poison with his teeth, but anger fueled my strength. I shoved the bottle down his throat and held his mouth shut, watching the panic in his eyes as the poison took hold. The light slowly left his eyes, and he fell lifeless to the floor.The sounds of fighting died down. My eyes couldn't leave Howe's face. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor in tears.Morrigan was by my side instantly, holding me like a blanket. "I knew it would hurt... but damn." My fist hit the wall beside Howe's lifeless corpse, the reality of it all crashing down on me.Morrigan held me tighter, whispering words of comfort. “It might not bring them back, but you did the country and the world a favor.”
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The sound of feet echoed down the hall, and Morrigan tensed beside me, fearing we'd be spotted over Howe's corpse. But to our relief, it was Alistair and Leliana.Leliana looked broken at the sight of me, her eyes wide with shock. Alistair's kind eyes softened as he helped me to my feet. He sighed, "Leliana and I found and freed a Warden in the holding cells. His name is Riordan. He is more senior than us and will reconvene with us at Eamon’s estate when we are out of here to help us prepare for the Blight, but now, let's go save a queen."We unlocked Anora's door, and she followed us closely. We were about to leave without our cover blown when we encountered Cauthrien, Loghain's right-hand soldier, with a small army at the exit."Elissa Laurel Cousland, you are under arrest for the murder of Rendon Howe and charged with kidnapping Queen Anora alongside Warden Alistair."The guards circled us, and I drew my sword, looking to Anora for help. But Anora's only concern was her own skin. "Thank you, dear guards, for saving my life!"Betrayed, I felt like a cornered animal. We decided to fight.The clash of steel filled the air. Despite being outnumbered, I fought with a fury fueled by betrayal and desperation. I took down five guards on my own, each swing of my sword fueled by a raw, primal need to survive. Blood sprayed as I rendered Cauthrien's left arm useless.It was a bloodbath. But the numbers overwhelmed us. I was pinned down by three guards, their weight crushing me to the floor. My eyes locked onto Leliana and Morrigan. "Run and warn the others," I gasped.Morrigan wanted to save me, but she was out of lyrium. Leliana, pragmatic as ever, dragged her away. The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was their retreating figures.I woke, bound and naked, in a shared cell with Alistair. "Thank the Maker. You're awake."I looked around at the bare cell. Cuts covered Alistair, but he seemed just happy to see me conscious. The torturer rattled the cell walls, a cruel smile on his face. "About time sleeping beauty woke up. It's playtime."Alistair's face went white. The torturer pointed to him. "I think your boyfriend wants to watch."I was dragged out of the cell and strapped to a board. The torturer's blade bit into my flesh, drawing just enough blood to keep me in a state of agony, teetering on the edge between life and death. I thought about Morrigan. She had been right about this mission. I hoped she would be okay without me in her life. I thought about Alistair seeing me like this. I thought about the world doomed if we were trapped here forever. We couldn’t give up now.I had to distract myself because my body was on fire. I knew I would be a playground of scars if I lived through this, but I was more concerned about living. This was not an interrogation. This was a fate worse than death.The torturer stopped when I couldn't stop coughing up blood. He opened the leather straps and let me scramble on the floor. Then, he dragged me by my hair back to the cell. I saw the trail of my own blood mopping the floor before passing out.Alistair kept patting my cheek, his voice urgent. "Stay with me, dammit."My vision blurred in and out, and I struggled to focus. Familiar voices echoed in my mind, and for a moment, I feared I was hallucinating until I saw the ring on my finger pulse faintly. Morrigan?Alistair looked at me, concern etched on his face. "Do you hear that too?"The voices grew closer, and I caught Morrigan's exasperated tone, "Leliana, why did we have to put on these hideous robes?"Leliana shushed her, "The Chantry disguises worked, didn't they? Now hurry. We have to find their cell before we're spotted."I mustered a weak cough to signal them. Morrigan's footsteps quickened, and when she saw me, she broke into tears. Her hands reached through the bars, desperate to hold me, and Alistair gently nudged my body into her arms."You came," I managed to whisper."I will always come for you," Morrigan choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks.Leliana picked the lock with swift precision. She helped support Alistair's limp form while Morrigan tried to bear my weight. Together, we stumbled through a side door, hearts pounding with the fear of discovery. A carriage waited, Zevran calling out, "Hurry before we're spotted!"Sten's eyes widened at the sight of me, and he quickly ran over to carry me, his strength a relief in my weakened state. "Thank you, Sten," I coughed my voice barely a whisper.We were loaded into the carriage, and the horses took off at a gallop, hooves pounding against the cobblestones. Morrigan found a loose blanket and covered my naked body, her touch gentle. I leaned into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine."I love you. I am sorry," I murmured, my voice breaking.Morrigan kissed my temple, her breath warm against my skin. "No, I am sorry I had to leave you."I corrected her softly, "I told you to run...and you came back. You really came back."She held me tighter, her grip fierce and protective. "I love you too…I am going to kill that backstabbing queen," Morrigan growled, her voice low and dangerous.From the other side of the cart, Alistair groaned, his face twisted in pain. "It is obvious she was just looking out for herself."The carriage rocked as it sped away, each bump jarring my aching body. Despite the pain, I found solace in Morrigan's embrace. The fear and agony of the past hours began to fade, replaced by the warmth of my companions' presence.Sten and Zevran carried me gently into my room, their movements careful and precise. I was too weak to protest, too weary to do anything but let them guide me. Morrigan hovered nearby, her eyes filled with concern as she fretted over me. Her presence was a balm, a reminder that I wasn't alone.“What do you need?” Morrigan asked, her voice soft but insistent.I managed to smile despite the pain. “You.”She made a face, feigning exasperation. “That is a disgustingly sweet answer, Cousland. Try again.”I let out a breathy laugh, the sound weak but genuine. “Well, how about you make sure I get to the bath? I don't think my lady will sleep well beside me in this state.”Morrigan's expression softened, and she helped me up slowly, her touch gentle. “Well, that sounds practical. Smart lady you have.”With Morrigan's help, I made my way to the bath. She carefully undressed me, her hands moving with tenderness over my battered body. The warm water stung as I lowered myself into it, but it was a welcome, cleansing pain. Morrigan’s hands were steady as she bathed me, her touch soothing against my skin.I couldn’t help but feel ashamed of the new wounds that decorated my body in a tapestry of scars. I felt ugly, marred by the evidence of my recent ordeal. Morrigan noticed my hesitation, my shame, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes never wavered, still seeing me as beautiful.“What if I am not enough to stop the Blight?” I asked, my voice small and trembling. “I always felt invincible, but I...I was just reminded of how weak and defenseless I can be.”Morrigan paused, her hands stilling in the water. “You are the strongest person I know, Elissa. Do not let this shake your belief in yourself.”Tears welled up in my eyes, and I closed them hard, trying to keep them at bay. “You don't understand, Morrigan. That torturer kept me dancing the line between life and death. I died briefly thousands of times.”Morrigan’s hands moved to cup my face, her touch firm and grounding. “Elissa, look at me.”I opened my eyes, meeting her intense gaze.“You survived. You endured what would have broken most people. That is not weakness; that is strength. You are not alone in this fight. We will face the Blight together.”Her words were a lifeline, pulling me out of the dark thoughts that threatened to consume me. I nodded slowly, taking in her unwavering support.“Thank you, Morrigan. I don’t know what I would do without you.”She leaned in, her forehead resting against mine. “You will never have to find out.”Morrigan helped me as the bathwater cooled and wrapped me in a soft towel. She dried me off with the same care, and her touch reminded me that I was still alive. Despite the scars, despite the pain, I was still fighting.Morrigan guided me back to the bed, tucking me in with gentle hands. She lay beside me, her warmth comforting against the lingering chill of fear and doubt. I leaned into her embrace, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine.The next day, I was confined to bedrest, my body too weak to do much else. Morrigan spent the time reading from her mother's true grimoire, the ancient tome, which, judging by her expressions, was a harrowing source of information. I buried my face in her side, seeking solace in the warmth and comfort she provided. The fire crackled in the fireplace, filling the room with a soft, comforting glow.Morrigan only left my side to fetch tea or speak with the elder Warden about preparations for the Blight. It was during one of these quiet moments that Alistair visited. He entered with a soft knock, his expression a mix of concern and determination.“Elissa,” he said gently, sitting beside the bed. “How are you holding up?”I managed a weak smile. “Better now that you're here.”Alistair chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ve been meeting with Eamon. He thinks it’s time for me to step up, to put my name forward for the throne.”My eyes widened slightly. “You’re considering it?”He nodded, a serious expression settling on his face. “Because of you, Elissa. Your belief in me has given me the courage to try.”Before I could respond, there was a knock on the door. It opened to reveal Anora, her face etched with remorse. I closed my eyes for a moment, steeling myself.“Elissa, Alistair,” Anora began, her voice trembling. “I beg for your forgiveness. I only acted out of fear for my own life.”I lifted my shirt slightly, revealing the scars that marred my skin. “These are what I went through because of your fear, Anora.”Morrigan appeared in the doorway, her eyes blazing. “And yet you stand here expecting forgiveness?”Leliana and Wynne moved quickly to hold Morrigan back, their presence calming.Anora’s eyes filled with tears. “I made a terrible mistake, but I am better suited for the crown than Alistair. I have the training, the experience from ruling alongside my late husband.”I shook my head, my voice firm. “I cannot trust you, Anora.”Alistair winced, then spoke up, surprising us all. “Perhaps we don’t have to choose. Anora, we could rule together.”Anora’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you proposing marriage?”Alistair’s face turned red. “Only politically. I know I’ll be out of my depth trying to rule alone.”I was taken aback by Alistair's maturity and willingness to compromise. Anora considered his words and then nodded. “Very well. I will inform Eamon.”As Anora and Alistair left, Morrigan returned to my side, her expression more controlled but still glaring at Anora’s retreating form. She settled beside me, her presence a calming force.I leaned back into the pillows, watching Morrigan read and plan silently for the upcoming Blight. I loved watching her concentrate, her loose bun slightly askew. Her fingers drew invisible shapes on my stomach mindlessly as she worked, a small gesture that brought me immense comfort. Could I be so lucky to be by her side forever?
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I woke up before Morrigan, her steady breathing comforting me. Slipping out of bed, I left a note for her, letting her know I was going for a run and training with Sten. I needed to regain my energy and confidence. The fresh morning air was crisp, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the estate.In the courtyard, Sten waited, his stoic expression unchanging. We had an unspoken bond as my Cousland family sword met his Qunari blade. The rhythmic clash of metal on metal was both invigorating and reassuring. Wynne, an early riser, watched admiringly from afar. Zevran, hearing the sounds of our training, joined us in the courtyard.He looked over to Wynne, a grin on his face. “You were right, Wynne. Nothing can shake this fearless leader of ours.”Riordan, the senior Warden, emerged with a cup of coffee, observing us keenly. We had never officially met during my recovery, but he had spoken much to Morrigan. Once Sten and I put away our blades, I wiped my face with a towel, and Riordan approached.“Pleasure to meet the famed Elissa Cousland,” he said politely.“Same to you, Senior Warden Riordan,” I replied, smiling.Riordan led us back into the estate, explaining the dire situation. “I’ve been unable to contact any more Wardens in the area, and those in Orlais would take too long to arrive. Clearly, it’s up to the three of us to stop the Blight.”I nodded, meeting his sad smile. The weight of his words settled heavily on me. I had always assumed stopping the Blight had something to do with our darkspawn blood, but the specifics eluded me. I was about to ask when Alistair and Anora arrived, looking determined.They had done their best to gather allies among the nobility to surprise Loghain during the Landsmeet. “When are we calling the Landsmeet?” I asked.Eamon arrived and informed us that it would be tonight. Alistair nodded and left for his room to prepare. Riordan excused himself to train, and Anora anxiously stayed back. After spotting the Cousland pendant around my neck, she looked deeply into my eyes.“I am truly sorry for what Howe did to your family,” she said, her eyes teary. “Your mother, Eleanor, was a dear friend.”I winced at the reminder, but Anora reached for my hand. “I have sent scouts to find your brother, Fergus.”My eyes widened at the idea that Fergus might be alive. Anora explained that she had overheard Howe complaining that they could not find Fergus and that the Cousland siblings were a loose end to be tied up. Looking down at our joined hands, I decided to forgive her.“Thank you,” I whispered.Anora slowly let go, but I saw Morrigan watching from afar, her gaze intense. Anora shivered under Morrigan’s intimidating stare and quickly left to find Alistair. I joined Morrigan, her eyes dilating as she saw me.“Hey, you. Sleep well?” I asked, trying to keep the mood light.Morrigan's eyes softened, though there was sadness in them. “I slept well enough. I did have a mild panic when I woke up without you this morning.”I laughed lightly. “I should have composed a love letter instead of a simple note.”Morrigan gently pushed me, a small smile tugging at her lips. She closed the door behind us and glanced at the notes scattered on the desk.“Someone has been busy,” I remarked.Morrigan seemingly ignored the comment. “Elissa... have you spoken to Riordan?”I sat on the bed, my curiosity piqued. “I met him briefly this morning. He said we cannot get external Warden help in time, and it’s up to the three of us to stop the Blight.”Morrigan winced. “Do you know the implications of that news?”I scratched my head. “It will be hard? Honestly, I don’t know. I was a new recruit before Ostagar.”Morrigan sighed and sat next to me. “That’s what I was afraid of.” She looked deeply into my eyes. “As you know, the Archdemon is the centerpiece of all Blights. They contain the soul of an Old God. In this case, my research points to this one being the soul of Urthemiel, the god of beauty in the ancient Tevinter Imperium.”I listened silently, intrigued and terrified by her tone.“The only way to end a Blight is to slay the Archdemon that started it, and the only ones who have ever managed such a feat have been Grey Wardens because the Archdemon’s soul will seek the strongest nearby darkspawn energy,” Morrigan explained.My heart sank. “Which is us because we have darkspawn blood.”Morrigan nodded. “Exactly. However, an Archdemon is typically too much for a mortal being and will kill both of them in the process. That is why the motto of the Wardens is ‘In War, Victory. In Peace, Vigilance. In Death, Sacrifice.’”I held my face in my hands, feeling the weight of the revelation. How did I not know this? I wasn’t ready to die. I wanted to see what life awaited me with Morrigan. But I couldn’t allow Alistair to sacrifice himself, especially as an heir to the throne. Riordan was a stranger, and he knew the cost, but what if he failed? Was I ready for that sacrifice? A tear slipped down my cheek at the thought.“So, that’s what you’ve been studying?” I asked, trying to hold it together.“Not exactly,” Morrigan said, pulling out Flemeth’s true grimoire. “There’s a loophole.”My eyes met hers. “What do you mean?”Morrigan knelt in front of me, taking my hands. “I can’t have you sacrificing yourself. Life lacked… color until you came around and changed everything. It was painful, but it was beautiful.”I cried and squeezed her hands. “What is the loophole?”Morrigan explained, “According to Flemeth’s notes if I perform a ritual on the night of the battle and bed a Warden, the soul of the Old God would seek the…child rather than a Warden. Since the child is in early development, the child would be unharmed.”“A child?” I struggled to wrap my mind around this. This would have never crossed my mind out of all the things I could have guessed. “What?!”Morrigan slowly nodded. She let me pace around for several seconds. She has obviously come to peace with this option, but my mind was reeling. I searched for questions as my eyes shifted side to side. “Would this child be normal? Was this always Flemeth’s plan?” I asked, worried.Morrigan chuckled softly. “It would be a normal child that would not know of the soul it bears. As for Flemeth’s plan…probably. However, regarding the child, because of the threat of Flemeth and any others who could seek them, I would likely have to hide away… from everyone until the child was old enough.”“Are you insinuating running from me?” I asked, turning my back to her.Morrigan’s eyes let out tears as she admitted, “Yes.”“Are you serious? You are breaking a promise to me?” I turned abruptly.Morrigan choked back tears. “What do you mean?”“You said I would never have to do life without you,” I replied, my voice breaking.“I would rather know you are alive without me than be dead with me,” Morrigan said, throwing her hands in the air.I put my head against the wall. “Did you use me, Morrigan?”I heard Morrigan shift, “No! No.”I was silent in response. This was so much to take in.Morrigan approached, “Maybe Riordan will sacrifice himself, but he is an unknown factor. I need this failsafe.” I knew she was pleading her case. The fragile tone in her voice broke me.“I suppose you would have to bed Alistair or Riordan then because of…reasons,” I mumbled, still avoiding her eyes.Morrigan put a cautious hand on my shoulder. “I found a way for you to be the sire. I will not cheat on you and then abandon you. I have more morals than that.”I slowly turned, pulling Morrigan into an embrace. My hand rested around her waist as her arms wrapped around my shoulders.“Fine,” I sighed.She mumbled against my chest, “Fine?”“I will do this, but I refuse to make a promise I won’t keep,” I whispered.“What do you mean?” Morrigan asked, her voice shaky.“I will find you. You can run as far as the eye can see, but I will overturn every stone to be by your side again,” I said firmly.Morrigan softly cried, “You make this too hard.”I pulled back to meet her golden eyes.“I love you. There is no changing that fact. In this lifetime or the next,” I said plainly.Realization washed over both of us. Morrigan kissed me, and we slowly composed ourselves, preparing for the Landsmeet.As we approached the Royal Palace for the Landsmeet, the tension between Morrigan and me was undeniable. Our last conversation hung heavy in the air, and though our hands brushed as we walked, the unease between us lingered. Morrigan, ever the enigma, seemed determined to enjoy our time together while it lasted, but the knowledge that she would flee after the final battle weighed on both our minds.The others had arrived before us, leaving Morrigan and me alone. As we opened the large doors of the Royal Palace, we were ambushed by Ser Cauthrien, Loghain's right hand. She still bore the injury I had dealt her in our last encounter, her eyes filled with vengeance."You can escape prison, but you can't escape me," Cauthrien hissed.My face darkened. "You should stand down, Cauthrien. This is a peace talk."Cauthrien and her gang of soldiers didn’t care. With a fierce battle cry, she charged at me. I stood unphased as Morrigan quickly cast a ward to protect me, knocking Cauthrien back. The clash of swords and the hum of magic filled the grand hall as I engaged Cauthrien, while Morrigan warded off the other soldiers.Our fight was intense, each blow a testament to our skills and determination. Cauthrien was relentless, but I managed to bind her with some nearby rope, ensuring she wouldn’t be killed. She lay bruised and bleeding, humiliated by her defeat. Cauthrien thrashed against her bonds, her eyes wild with desperation."Finish it," she begged. "Give me a noble end."I shook my head. "No more blood today, Cauthrien. This fight is over."Morrigan and I locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between us. She grabbed my hand, her touch warm and reassuring. I looked at her, surprised."Let's go in hand-in-hand," Morrigan said, nudging at the door."Why do you want to be seen publicly with me?" I asked, confused.Morrigan sighed, her eyes softening. "You will be in the history books, Warden. You deserve to be. I don't care what they say about me. They can spin tales about the Wicked Witch of the Wilds, but I have realized one thing: The only thing I want them to get right is how much I love you...no matter what happens."Her words struck a chord deep within me. I stared into Morrigan's soul and slowly kissed her. After pulling back, I confidently intertwined our fingers and walked into the vibrant hall. Every noble in Ferelden looked down from the rafters as we entered.The hall was grand, filled with opulent decorations and the murmur of hushed conversations. Eamon stood as the voice for our side against Loghain's. Loghain's face twisted in horror when he realized Anora had joined us and agreed to marry Alistair. Betrayed by his own daughter, Loghain was visibly shaken.The nobles sided with Anora and Alistair, and it was settled that they would be the new King and Queen of Ferelden. The court called for punishment for Loghain’s betrayal. In a desperate move, Loghain stepped forward, sword drawn, and pointed it at me."I wish for a duel to the death," he proclaimed, echoing through the hall.Morrigan looked horrified as I confidently unsheathed my sword. Alistair called out, "You don't have to do this, Elissa!"I glanced at Alistair, my expression resolute. "This is for the Wardens that fell at Ostagar."Loghain and I clashed. He fought with the intelligence and experience of a war hero, each move calculated and precise. Our swords met in a spark flurry, the metal clang reverberating through the hall. The fight was hard, going back and forth, and both sustained minor injuries.I felt a sharp pain as Loghain's sword nicked my arm, but I saw an opening. With a swift, calculated strike, I knocked his sword from his hand and forced him to his knees."I can die easy knowing Ferelden is in good hands," Loghain said, his voice resigned.I looked over to Anora and whispered, "I'm sorry," before delivering the final blow, ending his life swiftly and humanely. Anora cried over her father's body, and I knew she would avoid my eyes for years to come, but it was necessary.Alistair addressed the crowd, solidifying Ferelden’s alliance with the Wardens against the Blight. Riordan stepped forward, informing everyone that his matured Warden sense told him the horde and archdemon would arrive in two days' time. Alistair nodded, finishing his speech by urging everyone to prepare.As Morrigan silently healed my wound, we regrouped at Eamon's estate. Alistair broke away from his new staff, and I couldn’t help but joke with him about his new status."Look at you, King Alistair. Should I be addressing you as 'Your Majesty' now?" I teased, a grin spreading across my face.Alistair chuckled, shaking his head. "Please don't. I can barely get used to it myself.""So, what are we going to do to prepare tomorrow?" Alistair asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.I looked around the room, meeting our companions' eyes. "We are returning to where this all began," I said, my voice firm.The room was surprised. "We leave for Ostagar."
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The snow crunched beneath our boots as we approached the ruins of Ostagar. A year had passed since the battle, but it felt like an eternity. The fortress was a scarred reminder of the fight against the darkspawn, its walls crumbling and covered in a thin layer of ice. It was hard to believe it had been a year since that fateful day. The young and scared version of myself who had fought here seemed completely different.I walked beside Alistair, whose face looked aged beyond his years. The weight of the past year had taken its toll on him, as it had on all of us. The battlefield was littered with the bodies of darkspawn and fallen soldiers, a grim reminder of the lives lost. Morrigan's thoughtful gaze caught my eye, and I wondered what she was thinking. I had always wanted her to see what we had walked out of. Without Flemeth's intervention, Alistair and I would be among the decaying corpses scattered across the field.We encountered stray darkspawn still lurking around the fortress, taunting us with their guttural growls. The clash of steel against their crude weapons felt strangely familiar yet foreign. Fighting on the same ground again showed me how much I had grown. I was no longer the frightened recruit; I was a leader now.Alistair first noticed what the darkspawn had done with Cailan's corpse. He fell to his knees in front of the former king's decaying body, hanging in the formation of a cross held up by spears. The sight was horrific, a brutal testament to the darkspawn's cruelty. I knelt beside Alistair, paying my respects. Ever the comforting presence, Wynne placed a gentle hand on Alistair's shoulder. This was also hard for her, having been present during the battle at Ostagar.I spotted Cailan's old armor in a pile nearby and retrieved it. Kneeling beside Alistair, I presented the armor to him. "Take up the armor, Alistair. We will finish this for him... for all of them."Alistair shook his head, his voice trembling. "I'm not worthy.""You are," I insisted. "We all are. We'll do this together."Leaving Alistair to mourn, I felt Morrigan silently follow me. My eyes fell upon Duncan's body, and I froze. The man who had saved me from Cousland castle lay lifeless before me. Morrigan whispered, "Is this Duncan?"I nodded, holding up Duncan's sword. A tear reflected off the blade. To my surprise, I heard a muffled sniffle from Morrigan."Why are these the cards we're dealt?" she choked out. "You deserve a happy, comfortable life. You would have died here if not for my mother.""But I didn't," I said, meeting her gaze. "And who's to say we won't get that life together once this is through?"Morrigan shook her head. "Damn, you are stubborn. This is no fairytale. What if the soul transfers to you when the infant is developing? I cannot have you dead at my hands. I have to do this alone–for the child and you.""You will never be alone. Damn the risks," I whispered.Morrigan rested her forehead on my shoulder. "You know, probably against what some may think, I didn't love you because I was lonely. I was at peace in my own little world. I was comfortable with my solitude, and then you appeared.”I gently raised a hand to press into the back of her head. She seemed to meld into me as she continued, “You disrupted my entire understanding of the universe. You, Elissa Cousland, made me feel. You made me truly feel. Every day is a journey into a world that I never knew existed, and I am addicted to the color that you bring."She pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with an intensity that took my breath away. "You have more magic in your eyes than I will ever have in my hands. Losing you is more terrifying than my own death. Losing you would be throwing me back into eternal darkness. I would be in a void that I could never come back from. Being here reminds me that there was a life before you, and I am afraid of a life after you, even though I know what I must do just to keep you here."I held her tightly, feeling the weight of her words and the depth of her love. I knew I was being stubborn, but I was blissfully ignorant. I couldn’t lose hope at a time like this. "We'll find a way, Morrigan. Together. No matter what."She sighed, a mixture of relief and sorrow. "You're impossible, Elissa.""And you love me for it," I said with a small smile.She chuckled softly. "Yes, I do."As we regrouped with the others, we gave Cailan and Duncan a true send-off with Leliana’s fire-coated arrow in the nearby river. Alistair had managed to don Cailan's armor. His face was determined, a silent promise to honor the fallen king. Wynne and the others stood ready, the resolve in their eyes mirroring my own."We're ready," Alistair said, his voice strong despite the emotional toll.The return from Ostagar felt like a journey back through time. The fortress's ruin and the eerie quiet of the halls weighed heavily on us. The night before the final battle, the estate was uncharacteristically silent, starkly contrasting the usual bustle of drinks and laughter. A somber atmosphere pervaded the air.After a final talk with Alistair and Riordan about our risks, Riordan explained the grim truth: a Warden must die to end the Blight. Alistair's face paled; it was the first time he'd heard this. As the most senior Warden, Riordan was willing to make the sacrifice but emphasized that Alistair and I must decide who would be next if something happened to him."It has to be me," I said stubbornly. "Alistair is the king."Alistair tried to argue, but eventually, he conceded, his eyes filled with frustration and concern. Once Riordan left the room, I turned to Alistair and opened up about the plan with Morrigan. His skepticism was evident."Elissa, I know she has you under a love spell, but do remember who her mother is," he cautioned."Alistair, I trust Morrigan with my life," I replied, protective of her.He shook his head, pacing. "I know, but a child with the soul of an Archdemon? We're talking an old, ancient, twisted Tevinter god soul?"I sighed, staring into the fire. "I know. It's terrifying, but it feels like the only way to walk out of this alive... I don't know how Riordan will hold up in battle."Alistair nodded, thinking it over. He looked at me, his expression softening. "So, how are you supposed to... Do you know? I assume this isn't something I have to do because I think I would rather die than do that with your girlfriend... no offense."I laughed and shook my head. "No offense taken. I would prefer my royal bastard not make a royal bastard, especially with my girl. But I don't know how. She does."Alistair nodded before clearing his throat. "Well, I better leave you to it and switch my room to be the farthest away from yours."I hid more laughter and nodded. Before Alistair left, he patted the door, and his tone grew serious. "We are going to get through this. I had my doubts in the past, but I believe we will."I smiled and walked into the dimly lit hall, finding Morrigan waiting for me in her room. She looked anxious, playing with her ring nervously on the bed before her eyes met mine. I locked the door and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. We stood there, holding each other as if dancing to an imaginary tune. Morrigan's arms draped around my shoulders, and I pressed my hands into her lower back, holding her as close as possible."How does this work, my love?" I whispered.Morrigan pulled back slightly, gently holding my hand. "I need to prick your hand. Blood magic is taboo and misused, but used correctly, it can create life."I breathed out, calming my nerves, and shook my head. "I trust you."I took out a sharp dagger and handed it to her. Morrigan looked at it like she had never been so trusted before. I wasn't afraid. Morrigan gently pressed down on my forearm, the cut deliberate but not painful. Once she finished the spell, she sealed the wound immediately. She moved my hair out of my face and whispered, "It should work anytime now, so you should feel some changes soon."I nodded, allowing myself to explore Morrigan's body with my hands. I was convinced I would find her again, even if she ran to the ends of Thedas. But a part of me wondered if this was our last night together, and I wanted to make it last. Our lips brushed against each other slowly, and I tried to memorize every constellation of freckles on her skin. We undressed each other, our movements slow and deliberate.I felt a burning sensation in my lower half but tried not to think too much about the transformation. I carried Morrigan to the bed, our tears mingling as we kissed every inch of each other's skin. The taste of salt reminded me of our shared fear and love."Please," Morrigan whimpered, her thighs trembling in need.I tried to commit her taste to memory as her thighs applied pressure around my head. The burning in my crotch intensified, and I looked down, amazed that the spell had taken effect so quickly."I need you, Elissa. Take me," Morrigan whispered.It was a different feeling than before. I found myself inside her, our eyes never leaving each other's as I found a rhythm that left both of us in a symphony of muffled moans. It was strange initially to experience sex with different, temporary parts, but as I focused on us, it was familiar. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of love, fear, and determination. We were both about to release, and I pulled Morrigan in for a passionate kiss as we did. She bit down on my lip as if trying to hold me in this moment.We remained still afterward, careful not to move to give the spell the best chance for success. It was life or death for this to work. My heaving chest settled as I rested my head on Morrigan's chest. She gently rubbed circles on my back, her touch soothing against sweat speckled skin."I love you. Never forget that," Morrigan said softly."I love you too," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.We fell asleep wrapped around each other, my hand resting protectively on her stomach. The weight of the impending battle loomed over us, but for now, we found solace in each other's embrace, hoping that this night would not be our last.The morning of the final battle arrived with an eerie stillness that hung over the estate like a shroud. The halls, usually bustling with life, were silent. Morrigan was there with me as I geared up, her touch gentle and precise. The domesticity of the moment struck me deeply, and I got teary-eyed. She helped me secure my armor, fasten straps, and ensure every piece was in place. It felt strangely intimate.Morrigan’s eyes softened as I gently grabbed her hand and lifted it to my lips, kissing the ring she wore. The simple gesture carried so much meaning between us.“I love you,” she whispered. It was hard to find other words when we knew the day ahead of us.“I love you too,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion.The rallying of the troops with Alistair was a blur of determination and resolve. The darkspawn horde began to flood the city of Denerim, their roars echoing through the streets. I fought alongside my companions, each attack a testament to our bond and the growth we’d experienced over the past year.As we clashed with the darkspawn, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu fighting on the same ground again. But this time, I was no longer the frightened young woman from a year ago. I was a seasoned warrior, and my movements were fluid and precise. I took down various darkspawn in combo attacks with my companions, and our coordination honed to perfection.A massive headache suddenly seized me, and I looked up to see the Archdemon for the first time. It was a terrifying, twisted dragon, its scales black and its eyes glowing with malevolent intelligence. Its roar shook the very ground beneath us.Riordan was at the top of the battlements, and I watched in horror as he leaped with the dragon flying close. He lodged his sword into the wing, slicing through it with the sheer force of his fall. The dragon crashed into the castle wall, and Riordan fell to his death.“Fuck.” Alistair and I lowered our heads in quick grief. “This better work, Elissa. I don’t want to lose you,” he called out.I nodded, determination hardening my resolve. In between fights, Morrigan pulled me into a nearby alley, her eyes fierce.“It will work,” she whispered, her hand gently resting on her stomach.“Are you sure?” I raised an eyebrow, seeking reassurance.“Call it intuition,” she replied, her voice steady despite the chaos around us.I looked around to ensure the coast was clear and kissed Morrigan with a passion born of desperation and love. We pulled back, breathless, and I rushed towards the castle where the dragon had crashed.The battle with the Archdemon was brutal. It was a formidable opponent, its attacks relentless and powerful. I felt its claws sting and its fire's searing pain, but I pressed on. With each strike, I poured every ounce of my strength and determination into defeating it. Dust kicked up as it thrashed around me, but I had determination in my eyes as I spotted opportunity. The dragon roared in fury as I landed a critical blow, its movements becoming more erratic and desperate.Finally, with a mighty thrust, I drove my sword into its heart. The dragon let out one final, ear-splitting roar before collapsing. Dark energy surged from its body as it died, and I felt my vision go black. Darkness overtook me, and I fell to my knees, my soul feeling like it was fighting for custody of my body.I could hear Alistair holding and shaking me, my companions calling my name. But Morrigan’s voice was absent, and fear gripped my heart. I thanked the Maker for my time with her, ready to submit to the darkness. I guess in the end I felt like I could not be greedy. What we had was special. If the end was replaying those moments, that was better than any Chantry depiction of the afterlife. But then, the weight lifted off me like a heavy blanket, and my eyes snapped open to a painfully bright world.Relief washed over my companions' faces, but my stomach lurched. I started to vomit profusely over the side of the castle, the thick, black blood alarming me. I felt a strange sense of relief as I realized my body was rejecting the darkspawn blood now that the Archdemon’s soul was gone. Lightheaded but relieved, I looked at Alistair, who held me up, draping my arm around his shoulders. I felt unheroic as my vomit painted the side of the stone wall. I hope they omit that from any story.He stood on top of the castle and rallied the troops. “All hail the Hero of Ferelden. All hail Elissa Cousland!”The troops' cheers were deafening. Before I passed out again, I spotted a familiar face in the crowd—my brother, Fergus Cousland.I woke up in the room that had slowly become home in Eamon’s estate. For a moment, I thought it was all a dream until I rolled over, and the familiar raven-haired woman was not by my side. The sheets were cold and vacant. I looked at the ring on my hand and whispered, “My love, I will find you.”I slowly got up, my body aching, and stumbled into the kitchen to find water. I took a sip to nearly spit it out when I saw my brother standing there.“Fergus?” I whispered, barely believing my eyes.He wrapped me in a hug, tears streaming down his face. “I thought you were dead.”I laughed through my tears. “I could say the same to you. I thought I lost all of my family.”Fergus did not know the wait of my words. I had gained family with Morrigan and I lost her too. Fergus explained how Howe’s soldiers had knocked him unconscious, hoping he’d bleed to death. But a Chasind tribe had found and nursed him back to health.“They saved me,” he said, his voice choked with emotion.I told him about the murders and reassured him that I had struck Howe down myself. Fergus swallowed his tears and looked at me with pride.“You are a hero. My little sister is all grown up,” he whispered.We stood there, holding each other, mourning our losses, and finding some solace in our reunion.
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It had been six months since the final battle. The parades had finally ceased, but the world still looked at me differently. Statues in my honor were being constructed, and the Cousland house had become the most noble in Ferelden. Despite his arguments that it should be me, I had given the title of Teyrn of Highever to Fergus. I had no desire to sit on a lonely throne, drinking fancy wine. Morrigan consumed my thoughts, and I had become a ghostly shell of my former self. I quickly requested Alistair take up the mantle of my promise to connect Wynne with Rhys, and he was happy to.
Within a week after the final battle, I took my faithful mabari, pulled a black cloak over my head, and left for the Wilds. For months, things were uneventful. Flemeth’s Hut was precisely as I remembered it, and my heart ached for Morrigan. I mapped out every inch of the Wilds on foot, wondering if loving Morrigan was ruining my life.
I should be celebrating instead of searching every strand of grass for a whisper of her. My ring pulsed every day. It gave me hope, and I wondered what the pulses meant to Morrigan. Did she secretly want me to find her? As I set up camp one evening, I became nostalgic. I could almost imagine Alistair’s burnt cooking, hear Zevran’s elaborate stories, and feel Morrigan’s absence beside me on the cot.
Sleep eluded me, but rustling in the bushes eventually pulled me from my restless slumber. Ralph growled, alerting me to the presence of two cultists outside. It seems the remaining cultists from Haven had a new target. They were talking erratically.
“You are sure the heaven stealer was seen here?” the man asked.
“Yes! The pregnant witch!” the woman exclaimed.
I pulled back the tent flap, and Ralph leaped, ending the battle before it began. Searching their bodies, I found a scrap of paper with a surprisingly good drawing of Morrigan despite the erratic lines. She had a bump. Evidence that Morrigan was close and that the ritual had worked.
My eyes went wide. We were going to be parents. Tears filled my eyes, and I fell to my knees, clutching the drawing. The realization did not hit me until that moment. Seeing is believing, even in a drawing from a lunatic.
I should be holding her…them…instead of this paper.
Returning to Flemeth’s Hut again, I encountered Ariane, a Dalish warrior searching for a stolen book. She explained that the book was about the Eluvian, an ancient elven mirror. She believed that the Circle of Magi might have more books like it, and she asked me to take her there.
At the Circle, we found Finn, a mage scholar. He recognized the word "Eluvian" and explained that it referred to a magical elven mirror used for communication by the Tevinter mages. Finn suggested that one Eluvian could locate others but didn’t know how. He speculated that asking an ancient statue might yield answers.
We convinced Hadley to unlock the Tower Basement, where the statue of Eleni Zinovia was kept. The Sentinels attacked us, revealing Veil Tears. After closing the tears, we spoke to the statue, who advised us to find shards of a broken Eluvian and the Lights of Arlathan from Cadash Thaig.
In the ruins, Ariane noticed me playing with my ring. “Is that an enchanted ring? Seems Dalish?”
I smiled, “Yes, it was a gift from Morrigan. Sorry for the fiddling. I just miss her.”
Ariane’s voice was gentle: "What will you do when you find her?”
“Be together again…I hope.”
Inside the cave, we were attacked by elves infected with a disease similar to the Darkspawn taint. It was odd that I didn’t sense them with my Warden abilities, perhaps because I was cleansed of it. We retrieved the key from the Infected Keymaster and found the broken Eluvian shard.
At Cadash Thaig, we used Ariane’s blood to reveal the Lights of Arlathan. After battling Darkspawn and recovering the lights, Finn performed the scrying ritual to locate the Eluvians. Shades attacked, but we fought them off.
The ritual was complete, and we entered the site. On an ethereal island, Morrigan paced in front of the activated Eluvian.
Was I dreaming?
She looked beautiful and very much pregnant. My heart pounded as I took in the sight of her. Ralph was overjoyed, jumping around her. Despite her disdain for his smell and drool, Morrigan almost seemed happy to see him. She noticed me and released a tear, stepping forward and giving the book back to Ariane.
She held herself with confidence and met the elf with kindness. Ariane thanked Morrigan and left us alone with a knowing look in her eye. Morrigan’s voice felt foreign on my ears because of the silence that I’ve lived in for half a year. My feet felt rooted, but Morrigan moved toward me, cradling my face. “You keep your promises, stubborn Warden,” she said, trembling.
Tears broke free as I pressed my forehead against hers. I breathed in deep, feeling her presence. I could not speak, so she did instead. “Well, it is good to know that it has been long enough that the soul is stabilized, and you are not dead on the ground like I feared,” she lightly joked, though her eyes were filled with emotion.
I cleared my throat. “I have looked everywhere for you. I never stopped. Please, don’t leave again,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
Morrigan’s joking glance softened. She kissed me, and I realized what I had missed all these months. There was a fountain of emotions that were communicated in our touch. My hands wrapped around her, mindful of her belly. I left a mindful peck on her forehead.
“I love you. If you want to hide from the world with me as we raise this little one safely, take my hand,” Morrigan breathed out.
I took her hand without hesitation, and we stepped into the Eluvian and the Fade.
The Fade enveloped us, and we emerged into a place that felt both familiar and alien. The landscape was a surreal mix of dream and reality, with floating islands and shimmering lights that seemed to dance in the air. Morrigan squeezed my hand, grounding me in this strange place.
“We will be safe here,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I looked around, marveling at the beauty and strangeness of the Fade. “It’s incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.
Morrigan smiled, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and happiness. “Tis, and it’s ours.”
She led me through the unnatural world until we came across a humble, cozy cabin nestled between two ancient, twisted trees. The cabin was made of dark wood, with smoke curling from the chimney and soft light spilling from the windows. It looked like something out of a dream, both real and fantastical.
Inside, the cabin was warm and inviting. A large bed covered with a thick quilt sat against one wall, and an empty cradle was placed next to it, ready and waiting. A fireplace crackled with a comforting fire, casting dancing shadows on the walls. A humble kitchen with a wooden table and chairs completed the scene. It was everything I had imagined and more.
I turned to Morrigan, tears welling up in my eyes. “Is this real?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Am I dreaming?”
Morrigan stepped closer and kissed me softly. “It feels like a dream to me too,” she whispered, her breath warm against my lips.
We stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, before she pulled back and looked at me, her eyes serious. “It has been hard,” she admitted. “Dealing with the pregnancy alone, the morning sickness, the uncertainty. I knew you were looking for me through the ring, but I was afraid. Afraid of you having a side effect or dying being around the child.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The ring was how she kept tabs on me. “So, that’s why you didn’t let me find you sooner?” I asked, my voice choked with emotion.
“I allowed myself to be found because I needed you,” Morrigan said, her voice breaking. “I wanted you to be here when the child came. It felt selfish. I decided to risk it. I don’t know what I would have done to myself if you had died on the spot.”
I shook my head, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Don’t think like that,” I whispered. I pushed any frustration away. “We’re here now. Together.”
Morrigan leaned into me, and I supported the pressure on her stomach with my hand. She breathed in deeply, her nose buried in the crook of my neck. “The Couslands must be rich if you still smell like this after six months in the woods,” she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips.
I laughed softly, the sound a balm to my weary soul. “I saved the last of my perfume just for you,” I said, kissing her head.
We spent the evening cuddling together by the fire, talking and laughing. Morrigan shared stories of her struggles and triumphs in patching the cabin, and I told her about my relentless search. As the night wore on, the weight of the past months lifted from my shoulders. We found solace in each other’s arms in this surreal, magical place.
As we lay in bed, Morrigan’s head resting on my shoulder, I traced circles on her swollen belly. “We’re going to be parents,” I said softly, the reality of it sinking in.
Morrigan nodded, her eyes heavy with sleep. “Yes, we are,” she whispered. “And we will raise our child in safety, far from the chaos of the world...and my immortal mother.”
I kissed her, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t known in a long time. “I love you, Morrigan.”
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. “I love you too, Elissa. More than you can ever know.”
As I held her close, the warmth of the fire and the gentle rhythm of her breathing lulled me into a peaceful sleep. If this was heaven, I was okay with that. For the first time in months, I felt truly at home.
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I woke to the soft sound of Morrigan's breathing, her head nestled against my chest. It took me a moment to remember that this wasn't a dream; we were in the Fade, but very much awake, alone in our own universe. I lay there, feeling the rise and fall of her body with each breath, the warmth of her skin against mine, and I realized how long I had yearned for this moment.
Carefully, I reached for the pendant necklace I always wore with the Cousland crest. Gently, I lifted it from my neck and placed it around Morrigan’s, being careful not to wake her. She needed the rest—dark circles under her eyes told me sleep had been a rarity.
An hour passed, but I didn't move. Morrigan's body was pressed against mine, and I felt a light kick from her belly. My heart leaped. "Good morning," I whispered, placing a cautious hand over Morrigan's stomach. "And good morning to you, too, little one."
Morrigan groaned softly as her eyes slowly peeled open. She looked up at me like she couldn't quite believe I was there. Her yellow eyes were the crowbar to my sheltered heart.
I smiled. "Did you sleep well?"
She nodded, her voice still groggy. "Better than I have in months."
We spent the morning in the cabin, enjoying the domesticity of it all. I brewed a pot of tea while Morrigan sat at the table, rubbing her eyes. I could see the relief in her face, the way her shoulders had relaxed since last night. She was finally allowing herself to rest. She no longer had to worry about where I was, what I was doing, or if I would die upon seeing her.
“I missed you,” I said, placing a cup of non-caffeinated tea in front of her.
Morrigan looked up, her eyes filled with emotion. “And I you,” she whispered. “Every day.”
After breakfast, Morrigan wanted to stretch her legs, so we decided to take a walk. The woods in the Fade were unlike anything in the real world. The trees were tall and twisted, their leaves shimmering with an ethereal glow. Strange, beautiful flowers dotted the forest floor, and the air was filled with the sound of distant, otherworldly birdsong.
Ralph bounded ahead, his tail wagging furiously. He paused every now and then to sniff at something or chase after an invisible creature. Morrigan watched him with amusement. “How do you think he’ll be around the baby?”
I laughed, imagining Ralph’s boundless energy and curiosity around a newborn. “He’ll be protective, I think. And very curious. But he’ll be good.”
As we walked, I told Morrigan about my search for her. I knew she had questions. “As you know, I went everywhere,” I said. “Flemeth’s hut, the Circle of Magi, the Dalish forests… I never gave up.”
Morrigan squeezed my hand. “And you found me,” she said softly. “You always do…even if I did let you a bit.” She smiled playfully. I missed the mischievous glint in her eyes.
She paused, her hand going to the pendant around her neck. She looked at me, cautiously. “I see you put this on me,” she said, touching the pendant.
I nodded. “It belongs to you now.”
She looked down at her belly, her smile widening. “I’m proud that I have a little Cousland inside of me. You lot must have strong legs.”
I chuckled. “You’ve always had a disdain for nobility, and now you’re part of one of the most powerful houses in Ferelden. Alistair might be overcompensating for Howe’s treachery, but that’s okay with me. I know he’s rolling around in a grave somewhere.”
Morrigan shook her head. “I’m not part of the Cousland house. Our child will be.”
I stopped and her feet followed suit. Her eyes were analytical as she studied my every movement. I reached up and thumbed the necklace on her neck, looking into her eyes. “Well, what if I want you to be?”
Her face grew red, and she tried to put on her playful persona in defense. “Oh, marriage is a foolish concept!”
I stayed serious, my eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t sound like your mother.”
I took her hand and led her to a nearby lake. The water was clear and still, reflecting the strange, beautiful landscape around it. A soft mist hung over the surface, adding to the surreal atmosphere.
I turned to Morrigan, taking both her hands in mine. “Morrigan,” I began, my heart pounding in my chest. “I have searched for you, fought for you, and I will love you until my last breath. You are my heart, my soul, and my home.”
I dropped to one knee, “Will you marry me?”
Morrigan’s eyes widened, tears spilling down her cheeks as she realized what was happening. She nodded, unable to speak at first, and whispered, “Yes. Yes, Elissa Laurel Cousland.”
With trembling hands, I shifted our already connected ring from her right hand to her left. Then, I knelt and pressed a loving kiss to her stomach, feeling a connection to the life growing within her. Morrigan's hand cradled the back of my head, gentle touch and filled with love.
Her fingers curled in my hair, “I am better than my mother, right?”
Her question took me aback as I rose to my feet. “Of course, Morrigan. You will love and protect this little one with me until the end of time. This child is no tool for your disposal.”
“I believe so, too, but deep down, I am always worried about my own nature,” Morrigan smiled sadly.
I kissed her temple and offered her my arm to walk, “I am never worried. You, soon to be Lady Morrigan Cousland of the Wilds, have the biggest heart I have ever known.”
We returned to the cabin as the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The surreal landscape of the Fade looked even more magical in the twilight, and I felt a sense of peace I hadn't known in months.
Inside the cabin, we cooked dinner together, laughing and joking as we prepared the meal. "This is definitely better than Alistair’s dinners during the Blight," I said, chopping vegetables.
Morrigan chuckled. "Tis not a high bar to clear, you know."
We sat down to eat, savoring the simple but delicious meal. The domesticity of it all was a balm to my soul. "So, what was it like knowing where I was through the ring?" I asked, curious.
Morrigan sighed. "It was hard. In a hazy directional sense, I knew where you were, but I had no idea what you were doing. I was always afraid… afraid that you might be in danger, or worse." Her eyes drifted into a thousand-yard stare.
I reached across the table and took her hand. "I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere."
She blinked back into reality.
After dinner, we settled on the couch. I made sure Morrigan was comfortable under the blanket, and she rested her head on my shoulder as I sketched a picture of our proposal.
Morrigan watched me, a teasing smile on her lips. "Why are you so sweet, Warden? I will have enough cavities that my teeth are better on the floor than in my mouth. I don’t even know who I am anymore, blushing like a schoolgirl! Pathetic, really."
I laughed softly, my heart full. "Maybe you’re just discovering a new side of yourself."
She rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. "Perhaps. But I like this side of you, Elissa. I like it very much. Sometimes, during the Blight, you would have to play the leader, and only in our private moments did I see the human underneath. Now I get to marry her."
My heart grew two times bigger as I blushed. I looked at Ralph by the fire and chuckled, “I don’t know how we will get married. Maybe Ralph can be our witness.”
As the night fell and the stars began to twinkle in the sky, we held each other close, the promise of a new life and a new beginning filling our hearts.
It was a Tuesday morning, the kind of morning that felt suspended between the whispers of dawn and the soft embrace of the sunrise. The light in the Fade filtered through the trees, casting ethereal patterns on the ground. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and dew. Morrigan had prepared me for this day, her instructions running through my mind as my hands shook with nerves.
The contractions had started early, and by mid-morning, they had become intense. Morrigan lay in the bath, her hand grasping mine tightly as she cried out. The steam from the water filled the room, mingling with the earthy scent of herbs Morrigan had prepared.
“You’re doing amazing, Morrigan,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. I brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “Just a little longer.”
Morrigan’s grip tightened, her knuckles white. She let out a final scream that seemed to rattle the very walls of the cabin. Then, suddenly, there was silence, broken only by the soft, piercing cry of our newborn. My breath caught in my throat as I introduced our baby to the world, carefully snipping the cord with trembling hands.
“It’s a boy,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “We have a beautiful son, Morrigan.”
Through her exhaustion, Morrigan smiled, her eyes widening as I placed the crying baby on her chest. The crying began to subside as he felt the warmth of her skin, the familiarity of her heartbeat. “Hello there, Kieran,” Morrigan murmured, her voice soft and full of love.
I smiled at the name. It was perfect, smooth on Morrigan’s lips. “Kieran Cousland,” she said, looking up at me with a tired but radiant smile.
“Kieran Cousland,” I echoed, getting used to the sound. I wrapped Kieran in a blanket Morrigan had knit during my absence, feeling the soft, intricate weave under my fingers, then helped her out of the tub. Morrigan was embarrassed by her body, trying to cover herself, but to me, she was the most beautiful woman in the universe. After drying her off, I carried her to bed and nestled Kieran back against her chest. I pushed her stray hairs out of her face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You did it, Morrigan.”
She shook her head, her eyes filled with love. “No, we did it.”
As Morrigan rested, I watched over Kieran like a hawk. He was so loved, so perfect, it almost felt unreal. His little chest rose and fell, his tiny nose twitching in his sleep. I almost forgot he had an ancient soul trapped within him. He was so pure. Ralph, curious but cautious, sniffed Kieran’s feet gently, then gave me a knowing look with his deep, soulful eyes. I smiled and patted his head, the warmth of his fur grounding me.
I thought about Alistair’s worry, thinking that Kieran would be some demonic half-dragon baby because of the ritual that created him. But here he was, a normal baby with ten fingers and ten toes, wrapped in a soft blanket and making tiny, contented sounds.
As the months passed, Morrigan and I found a routine with Kieran. One afternoon, Morrigan lay with her back against the bed frame next to me while Kieran was propped up on my lap. He looked at me with a pure smile and eyes full of wonder. His tiny fingers reached out, grasping at the air. His cubby cheeks morphed with his smile. Morrigan observed us over the top of her book, a small smile of her own playing on her lips. I thumbed the dark brown hair that was starting to grow in. The color reminded me of Fergus’ hair. Everyone used to joke about one of us being adopted.
It was as if Morrigan’s dark genetics and my bright hair waged war, but the result was such a perfect blend. I was lost in thought as I studied every inch of his face and strands of hair on his head.
Morrigan broke the silence. “I think he takes more after you every day.”
I met her gaze, “Let’s hope that’s a good thing.”
“Hopefully, he is less of a knight in shining armor. I can’t have him diving into danger like you do,” she teased.
Morrigan always joked about my personality as if I were some caricature. I smirked, “I defeated the dragon and got the girl in the end, so…not the worst trait in the world.”
“Without him, you couldn’t have defeated the dragon, so you two have already saved the world together,” Morrigan smiled.
I met Kieran’s curiously wide eyes again and laughed, “See, Kieran. We are already a pair in combat, and I’ll have you know, I actually have faced two dragons, and one of them is your grandmother!”
Kieran’s mouth opened in surprise, even though he had no idea what was happening, and I laughed. Morrigan playfully nudged my arm, “Don’t go telling him about his dark family secrets just yet!”
Later, Morrigan grabbed Kieran and I finished up some reports I wrote for the Wardens. I was working again with them through a trained raven carrier network. They were confused about how I survived the final blow during the Blight and where I was located, but they were happy to have my opinion as an advisor. I had sworn never to reveal our secret hideout nor the truth of my survival. I put down the quill and stretched my fingers.
Rubbing my eyes, I walked into the living room to find Morrigan trying to explain magic to Kieran. Kieran made confused babbles, his yellow eyes fixed on his mother.
“Morrigan,” I said, leaning on the doorframe, “I know your mother was… well, Flemeth, but we should be reading him children’s stories, not textbooks.”
Morrigan laughed, the sound like a melody. I grabbed Kieran and set him on my lap, taking out a colorful storybook and reading aloud. “Benny Bear Adventures.” Kieran’s eyes took in the colors and shapes as the corners of his lips went up at Elissa’s dramatic reading. Morrigan looked touched, her eyes softening as she watched us. “He doesn’t know how lucky he is. I would have killed for this growing up.”
Her words made me sad. I wished I could go back in time and give her the happiness and comfort she deserved. Noticing Kieran’s outstretched hands, Morrigan grabbed his beloved stuffed bear. He cooed at it and held it close, his little face lighting up with joy. I pulled Morrigan in with us and forced her to read the rest of the book in her best impression of what Benny the Bear would sound like.
“This is ridiculous. I can become a bear. They do not have a voice or accent!”
“In this world, they do. Have some imagination, Benny.”
Morrigan swallowed her pride and did her best. Kieran cooed in delight.
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After putting Kieran to sleep, I couldn’t help but admire Morrigan’s beauty. She had softened over the past months, becoming more mature and gentle. There was a new layer to her that made me fall even more in love with her. The softness on the inside was starting to be more present on the outside. She was starting to shed what Flemeth had instilled in her all of those years ago.Morrigan slowly shut the door to Kieran’s room and noticed the spark in my eyes. She was momentarily frozen, her lips parting slightly in the dim hallway. During the pregnancy and early infancy, it had been difficult for us to find the time to be intimate. I grabbed her hand and led her to the master bedroom. Without a word, I closed the door and pressed her against it, my hand tracing the outline of her body as our lips brushed against each other hungrily.I started to undress her, kissing her from her mouth to the pulse point on her neck, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my lips. Morrigan tried to hide her stretch marks with her hands as my hand caused her clothes to fall gently on the floorboards.“Baby…No need to be bashful. You are divine.” I guided her arms onto my shoulders, and I lifted her onto the bed. My lips lined every inch. I worshipped her body, taking my time to show her just how much she meant to me.By the time my lips met her desire, her legs were shaking. I met her with the pace her hips desired. I was reminded how addicted I was to her taste, the feeling inside of her, and the sounds of her sharp breaths. I was attuned to her senses, and at the right moment, my fingers curled into her spot, causing her body to go limp.She quickly recovered and flipped me over with a devious smirk. Regaining control, Morrigan tasted herself on my lips, a new wave of energy coursing through her. Her hand found how worked up I was and she began grinding on my leg while touching me, causing both of us to go wild. She reached her peak for the second time at the same time as me. I looked up at her like she was a goddess among men. We traded glances before a muffled laugh escaped us both.Wrapping Morrigan in my arms, I spun around and pinned her playfully on the bed. I looked into her eyes and whispered sincerely, “You… are my everything.”Her eyes softened, and her lips curled into a soft smile. We stayed in that fraction of time for a while. We felt like, against all odds, we made it. Five years later, the morning sun bathed the wilds in a golden glow, illuminating the lush greenery and casting long shadows on the forest floor. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of birds. I carried Kieran on my shoulders, his small hands gripping my hair for balance as we walked along the winding path."Momma, look! A squirrel!" Kieran's voice was filled with excitement as he pointed to a tree where a squirrel darted up the trunk."Where? Oh, I see it!" I said, smiling up at him. "You have sharp eyes, Kieran. Just like your mother."He giggled his laughter a bright, infectious sound that made my heart swell with love. "Can I climb the tree like the squirrel?"I chuckled, shaking my head. "Maybe when you're a little older, my brave little warrior. For now, let's find something we can both reach."As we walked, I spotted a low-hanging branch with a cluster of ripe apples. Reaching up, I plucked one and handed it to Kieran, who eagerly took a bite."Mmm, it's sweet!" he said, juice dribbling down his chin.Morrigan watched us from a distance, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes were filled with a mix of love and awe as she observed our interactions.I carefully set Kieran down, and he ran inside to finish his schoolwork. "Don't forget to show your mom your apple!" I called after him.He skidded to a halt at the door, turned, and offered the apple to Morrigan. "Here, mother. For you!"Morrigan knelt down, her smile widening as she patted his head. "Thank you, my sweet boy." She took a bite from the other side and ruffled his hair, pride evident in her eyes.While Kieran went to complete his lessons, I moved to the training area we had set up outside. There stood a weathered training dummy, and I unsheathed my blade, feeling the weight of it in my hand. I practiced my swings, each movement precise and controlled, my blade slicing through the air. Morrigan believed something drastic was on the horizon, and I wanted to be prepared. I had more reasons than ever to protect the life we built.As I trained, I noticed Kieran watching me through the window, his eyes wide with admiration. He loved to play with sticks, pretending to be a fighter like me. Yet, Morrigan and I both knew from his nightmares and early signs that he would likely be a mage, following in her footsteps.After training, I returned to my desk, staring at the letter I had rewritten five times. It was for Alistair, a mix of apology and explanation for my prolonged absence. Guilt gnawed at me for not seeing him over the past years, but protecting Kieran was paramount. I needed to visit Vigil's Keep to check in with the new Warden force rebuilding in Ferelden, and there was a chance I'd see Alistair there.I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear Morrigan enter. I only noticed her presence when I felt her hand on my shoulder. "Just send it, love. He can't be mad at you forever," she whispered, her voice gentle and reassuring.I nodded, taking a deep breath before sealing the letter and attaching it to our trained raven. Morrigan allowed the bird to pass through the Eluvian, a shimmer of light marking its departure.Kieran stomped in, his curiosity piqued. "Are you going to lead the Wardens, Momma?"Turning around, I smiled and scooped him up, his giggles filling the room as his legs kicked in the air. "It's just for a check-in, my little warrior. I'll be back soon."Kieran's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can I come with you?"I kissed his forehead, smoothing his unruly hair. "Maybe when you're a bit older. For now, you stay here and keep practicing, alright?"He nodded, wrapping his arms around my neck. "Promise you'll come back?""I promise," I said, holding him close. "I always come back to you."Morrigan watched us, her expression a mix of love and pride. "The Wardens need you, and so does Kieran. We'll be here, waiting."With that, I placed Kieran back on the ground, and he ran off to finish his schoolwork. I turned to Morrigan, our eyes meeting. I raised a playful brow, “You need me, too, right?”Morrigan rolled her eyes, “I am not feeding that big head of yours today, El.” Contrary to her words, her lips met mine in a kiss that signaled a silent: I need you.Stepping out of the Eluvian felt like stepping into a dream. The shimmer of the portal faded behind me, and I was back in the world I once knew. I took a deep breath, the air crisp, familiar, yet somehow foreign. The forest around me was dense and vibrant, but it lacked the otherworldly quality of the Fade. I carefully obscured my tracks, ensuring no one could trace my path back to our hidden sanctuary.Ralph trotted beside me, his old eyes gleaming with recognition as familiar scents filled his nostrils. His tail wagged with a renewed energy, the years seemingly melting away. We moved swiftly through the forest, the path to Vigil’s Keep etched in my memory.As the fortress loomed into view, my heart quickened. Lowering my hood, I stepped into the courtyard. Gasps echoed around me as the recruits stopped in their tracks, eyes wide with awe and disbelief. They looked at me like I was a legend come to life, a figure from the stories of the Hero of Ferelden.I almost forgot that people still revered those tales.King Alistair stood by the training grounds, deep in conversation with a young recruit. He looked older, his features more defined by the burdens of leadership. His hair was more regal than before, and the new lines on his face spoke of worry and responsibility. Despite the changes, he was unmistakably the friend I had missed so deeply.Our eyes met across the courtyard, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Alistair's expression was a mix of shock, relief, and anger. He excused himself from the recruit and strode towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.“Elissa,” he said, his voice filled with complex emotions.“Alistair,” I replied softly, my heart aching with the weight of five years apart.Without another word, he nudged me towards a private room. As soon as the door closed behind us, he turned and slammed it shut, the sound reverberating through the stone walls.“You have no idea how much I feared you were dead,” he began, his voice shaking with a mixture of rage and sorrow. “Years, Elissa. Years I mourned you. And then I hear whispers from the Wardens that you’re still advising them. You can imagine how betrayed I felt.”“I know, Alistair. I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice breaking. “When I found Morrigan, she was pregnant. I had to make a choice: disappear from the world to raise our child together, or never see them again. I had to protect them.”Alistair's face softened slightly, but the hurt remained. “I understand, but why didn’t you write sooner?”“I was scared,” I admitted. “Scared of what could happen if the wrong person found out or opened your letter. Scared of what you might say. I’m so sorry.”Alistair's eyes searched mine for a long moment before he asked, in a hushed tone, “The child... do they have the soul of an Old God?”I smiled, thinking of Kieran. “My breathing is evidence of that, but he is more normal than you may imagine. His name is Kieran. Kieran Cousland. He’s bright, curious, and completely normal. A beautiful mix of Morrigan and me.”Alistair’s eyes widened in surprise. “Normal? I expected... something else.”“He’s not half darkspawn nor dragon, I assure you. I want you to meet him, Alistair. But you’re the king. Your presence might draw too much attention. We need to stay hidden for now.”He nodded slowly. “I understand. But promise me you’ll find a way to meet when it’s safe.”“I promise,” I said, my voice firm. “We won’t hide away forever.”Alistair’s expression softened further. “How is Morrigan?”I couldn’t help but smile. “Motherhood has changed her. She’s softer and more patient. We got married.”Alistair’s eyebrows shot up. “Morrigan… soft? Seems farfetched. And married? To you. I mean…I’m happy for you both.”I laughed. “And yes, before you ask, Fergus knows. He was angry at first but understood. He welcomed Morrigan into the Cousland house.”Alistair chuckled. “Morrigan Cousland. Who would have thought?”I nudged him playfully. “And King Alistair. Who would have thought?”We laughed, the tension between us easing. Despite the lingering sadness and unspoken words, it felt good to be with my old friend again. We had both changed, but the bond we shared remained strong.As the conversation drew to a close, Alistair hugged me tightly. “Take care of yourself, Elissa. And your family.”“I will,” I promised. “And you take care of Ferelden.”With a final nod, I left the room, feeling relief and lingering sadness. After my planning and introductions to the new Warden forces, Ralph followed closely as we made our way back to the Eluvian, the weight of my reunion with Alistair settling in my heart.
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Kieran's seventh birthday dawned bright and clear, the air in the Fade crisp and charged with a subtle magic that made the day feel even more special. Over the past months, Kieran had been diligently working with Morrigan to channel his burgeoning magical abilities. He was a quick learner, but the routine was starting to wear on him. He longed for adventure, for something beyond the confines of our hidden sanctuary.I knew exactly what to do.With Morrigan's permission, I made a trip to the Cousland estate. There, I selected a beautiful black steed, strong and spirited, perfect for Kieran's first real taste of adventure. The ride back through the Eluvian was exhilarating, the horse’s hooves creating a thunderous rhythm as we crossed the Fade. My heart pounded with excitement, and I couldn’t wait to see Kieran’s reaction.As I neared our home, Kieran came running out, his eyes wide with amazement. His face lit up as he saw me, his mother, riding a magnificent black horse, my cape billowing behind me."Happy birthday, Kieran!" I called out, dismounting gracefully."Wow! Mama, is that for me?" he asked, his voice filled with awe.I grabbed his hand, feeling his excitement vibrate through his tiny fingers. "Ready to learn, Kier?"He nodded eagerly, practically bouncing on his toes. I lifted him onto the horse, settling him in front of me. "Hold the reins like this," I instructed, guiding his hands. "Keep your back straight and look where you want to go."As we started a gentle trot, Kieran's giggles filled the air. "You know, I taught your mother how to ride a horse during the Blight.""Really?" he asked, looking up at me with wide eyes."Really," I confirmed with a smile.Once Kieran seemed comfortable, I asked, "How about a sprint? Do you think you can hang on?"He hesitated, then nodded, determination shining in his eyes. I wrapped an arm securely around his waist and urged the horse into a gallop. Kieran yelped in surprise but soon relaxed, his small body trusting mine. "I got you," I whispered reassuringly.He stretched his arms out, pretending to fly, his laughter echoing in the open space. We slowed down, and I helped him dismount. Morrigan stood by, watching us with a smile that spoke of both pride and love."Did you have fun?" she asked Kieran.He nodded vigorously, recounting every moment with enthusiasm. I guided the horse inside the newly built fence, my gaze falling on Ralph's old bowl. The memory of our loyal hound brought a pang of sadness. He had lived a long and happy life, but his absence still left a void.Kieran’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized the horse was staying. "What do you want to name him?" I asked, smiling at his amazement.Kieran thought for a moment. Then his face lit up. "Midnight! Because he's as black as the night sky!"Morrigan smiled approvingly. "Midnight it is, then."As Kieran and Morrigan returned inside to continue his schoolwork, I took a moment to brush Midnight down, making sure he was comfortable in his new home. I thought about how far we had come as a family, and how much Kieran had grown. His spirit and curiosity were infectious, and every day with him felt like a new adventure.Later that evening, we gathered for a small celebration. Morrigan had prepared a simple yet delicious feast, and we all sat around the table, enjoying the meal and each other’s company. Kieran chattered excitedly about his horse-riding experience, his face glowing with happiness.After dinner, we moved to the living room. Kieran sat with a book, his latest adventure novel, while Morrigan and I shared a quiet moment on the couch. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room."I can't believe how much he's grown," Morrigan said softly, her eyes following Kieran as he read.As the night deepened, Morrigan and I sat together, watching Kieran absorbed in his book by the firelight. His young face was alight with the joy of discovery, every turn of the page seeming to reveal a new world to his eager eyes. I held Morrigan a little tighter, feeling the warmth of our shared love envelops us."When do you think he'll be ready to rejoin society?" I asked, my voice a soft murmur.Morrigan was silent for a moment, her gaze never leaving our son. "I've been thinking about that quite a bit," she admitted. "Actually, I believe it may be time for us to start migrating back to the normal plane soon."I turned to her, curious. "Where would we go?"A thoughtful smile played on Morrigan's lips. "I think I found a place where my mother wouldn’t think to look for us. The Empress of Orlais, Celene, has long sought a source of magical knowledge untouched by religious dogma. With your social status and my expertise, I believe I could be made an advisor to Celene, and protected within the Imperial Court, even as an apostate."I was impressed by the idea. Morrigan always had a way of seeing the bigger picture, of finding paths where others saw walls. "That could work," I said. "Kieran needs to be socialized with other people, and he has enough manners instilled in him to not be completely outcasted."I called Kieran over. "Come here, sweetheart."He looked up from his book, his eyes bright, and came to sit with us. "Yes, Mama?"I smiled at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "How would you feel about passing through the Eluvian, going to live in a new place with more people, and making new friends?"Kieran's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? We can do that?"Morrigan nodded. "Yes, love. We can. But it will be different from what you're used to here. There will be many new things to learn and new people to meet."He thought for a moment, then his face lit up with excitement. "I want to go! I want to see new places and meet new people! Sounds like an adventure."I smiled, feeling a mix of pride and relief. "Then it's settled. We'll start preparing for the journey."The days that followed were filled with preparation and anticipation. We packed our belongings, said goodbye to our beloved sanctuary in the Fade, and prepared ourselves for the new challenges ahead. On the morning of our departure, Morrigan held my waist as I steered Midnight. I took one last look around, feeling a pang of nostalgia. This place had been our home, our refuge, but now it was time to move on.We passed through the Eluvian, stepping into the bright light of the normal plane. The transition felt strange, the familiar weight of reality settling on our shoulders.The sun was beginning to set as we arrived in Orlais, casting a golden glow over the grand city. It felt surreal to be here, standing in the heart of the most intricate political game in Thedas. As we stepped out of the carriage, I could feel the eyes of the nobility on us, their gazes filled with curiosity and, perhaps, a touch of envy.Though I was officially the Hero of Ferelden, my reputation had spread far beyond its borders. The political power my presence could bring was evident in the way the nobles whispered and eyed me with a mix of reverence and calculation. I could feel the weight of their expectations, but I held my head high, determined to navigate this new world with the same courage and resolve that had seen me through the Blight.Kieran clung to my side, his eyes wide with wonder. The bustling streets, the vibrant colors, the sheer number of people – it was all so different from the quiet solitude of the Fade. I could feel his little hand clutching mine tightly, seeking comfort in the familiar amidst the overwhelming newness.As we made our way through the grand corridors of the Imperial Palace, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence around us. Every surface seemed to glitter with gold, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of exotic flowers. Kieran's eyes darted around, taking in every detail with a mix of awe and trepidation.Finally, we were shown into a grand hall where Empress Celene awaited. She stood with regal poise, her gaze sharp and assessing. The rumors of her beauty did not do her justice. Her presence was commanding, yet there was a warmth in her eyes that spoke of a deeper understanding."Your Majesty," I greeted, bowing slightly. "Thank you for meeting with us.""Hero of Ferelden," Celene replied, her voice smooth and melodic. "It is an honor to finally meet you. Your deeds have reached even the farthest corners of Orlais."I introduced Morrigan, and I could see the surprise flicker in Celene's eyes. Morrigan, ever the diplomat, stepped forward gracefully. "Your Majesty, it is a pleasure. I have heard much about your interest in the arcane."Celene's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Indeed. The arcane is a subject of endless fascination for me. I have long sought to understand its mysteries."Morrigan smiled, her expression one of genuine interest. "Perhaps we can exchange knowledge. I believe there is much we could learn from one another."Seeing that they were engrossed in conversation, I excused myself with a nod. "I'll leave you ladies to it."As I turned my attention to Kieran, I could see the amazement in his eyes. He was taking it all in, the grandeur, the people, the way everyone seemed to regard me with a mix of admiration and respect. To him, I was just Mama, but here, I was a legend.I knelt down beside him, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "How are you holding up, love?"He looked up at me, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's so different, Mama. Everyone knows you. They're all looking at you like you're a hero from one of my books."I smiled, feeling a swell of pride and affection. "Well, I suppose to them, I am. But to me, the most important thing is being your mama."Kieran grinned, the awe in his eyes giving way to pure joy. "Can I explore a little?""Of course," I said, taking his hand. "But stay close. This place is a maze, and I don't want to lose you."As we walked through the palace, Kieran's curiosity led us to a small garden tucked away behind one of the grand halls. The scent of roses filled the air, and the soft rustle of leaves created a peaceful ambiance. Kieran wandered ahead, touching the petals and marveling at the vibrant colors.I watched him with a smile, my heart swelling with love. Seeing the world through his eyes brought a new perspective, a reminder of the simple joys and endless wonders that life had to offer.After a while, we made our way back to the hall, where Morrigan and Celene were still deep in conversation. Morrigan's eyes met mine, and I could see the excitement in them. She was in her element, weaving words and ideas with the same skill she used in her magic.As I approached, Celene turned to me with a smile. "Your wife is a remarkable woman, Hero of Ferelden. I believe we have much to discuss."I nodded, feeling a surge of pride. "She is indeed, Your Majesty. I am grateful for this opportunity."Kieran tugged at my hand, his eyes wide with excitement. "Mama, can we stay here? It's so beautiful."I knelt down, looking into his eager eyes. "We will stay for a while, my love. There is much to learn and explore here."As the evening wore on, we settled into our new quarters, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow over the room. Morrigan and I sat together, watching Kieran as he played with a set of wooden toys we had brought from the Fade.Morrigan turned to me, her expression thoughtful. "I think this will be good for us, for Kieran. He needs to see more of the world, to understand his place in it."I nodded, feeling a sense of contentment. "I agree. And with you by my side, I know we can face whatever challenges come our way."She smiled, her eyes softening. "Together, we are unstoppable."I gave a playful grin, “I think my wife, Morrigan, is becoming a bit of a softie over time.”She poked my chest, “Don’t forget I can turn you into a toad.”I kissed her cheek, “You’ll kiss the frog and transform me back. It will be great.”“You’re impossible.”
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Kieran had always been a bit socially awkward around the other children in the palace, but I tried my best to encourage him and correct him when he got too formal with his peers. It was important for him to be careful, yet I also wanted him to have a good childhood outside of our family time. Today, I watched him run off to play games with the other kids, and his excitement was evident in the bounce of his step.Returning to our quarters, I spotted Morrigan in the mirror as she prepared for the upcoming ball. She looked radiant, and her recent thirtieth birthday only added to her exponential beauty. Morrigan always disliked the attention her birthdays brought, so it was a private celebration, just the three of us. I couldn't believe how young we both still were considering Kieran was already nine. Time accentuated her elegance and grace.She wore an exquisite dark blue dress that matched my Grey Warden ceremonial attire. The dress clung to her curves and flowed like water around her feet, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that shimmered in the candlelight. Around her neck, she wore the Cousland crest, touching it lovingly as she examined her reflection. My heart warmed seeing this private moment, knowing it was something she did when she didn't realize I was watching."You look elegant, Lady Morrigan," I whispered softly.Morrigan turned her head and smiled over her shoulder. "Thank you, my love."I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. Together, we looked at our reflection in the mirror, a vision of unity and love."Look at us," I mused. "Who would have thought we'd end up here, part of the royal court, staring into a grand mirror like this?"Morrigan chuckled, adjusting the Grey Warden pin on my ceremonial attire. "It reminds me of the golden mirror Flemeth broke when I was a child. I never thought I'd find myself part of the royal court, looking into a mirror like this."I offered her my arm. "Shall we? We should be early arrivals at the ball."Celene had grown accustomed to Morrigan's friendship, often seeking her company to discuss magic and calm her nerves before social events. The Palace Ballroom was a marvel, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room, tapestries depicting historical moments, and flowers arranged in opulent displays. The marble floors gleamed underfoot, and the air buzzed with the hum of conversation.As we made our entrance, all eyes turned toward us. The Ball Herald announced our arrival, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "Presenting the Hero of Ferelden, Lady Elissa Cousland, and her esteemed wife, Lady Morrigan Cousland, Royal Advisor to Empress Celene."I couldn't help but smile brighter at Morrigan's introduction. She had come so far from the lone apostate I had met during the Blight.I handed Morrigan off to Celene and leaned against a nearby pillar, glancing at the clock on the wall. I knew Kieran's tutor would have him dressed and ready to join the ball in a couple of minutes. My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice."Elissa!"I turned, my face lighting up at the sight of Alistair. "Alistair!"We embraced tightly, and I quickly corrected myself. "I mean, Your Majesty."He waved it off with a chuckle. "Anora can uphold our regal status. It's good to see you.""It's good to see you too," I said, my smile widening. "How have you been?"Alistair leaned in, whispering, "Well, Elissa, Anora and I are still politically a couple, but we've allowed each other to see other people in secret."I grinned, nudging him. "Well?"He glanced around before admitting, "I'm seeing a servant girl."My eyebrows shot up, “Like father, like son.”Alistair’s face reddened, “Hey, now. I just happen to like women with personality and depth, which I found out is a bit hard to find amongst the masks of the nobility.”“I am just teasing you. I can’t speak since I found my woman in the wilds.”Alistair’s eyes widened when he remembered that she might be here, “Where is she, by the way?”I nodded my head in the direction of Morrigan. She looked elegant, and she smiled in delight at something Celene said. No one would be able to guess that she was a former witch of the wilds. Alistair was amazed. His voice was flabbergasted, “She looks…different. She looks elegant. Softer even.”“Morrigan is something else. I couldn’t imagine life without her.”I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The tutor must have prepared Kieran earlier than anticipated. He was scratching the back of his neck, looking nervous and lost, until he spotted me. He looked handsome in a regal outfit similar to mine and quickly made his way to my side. "Hey, Mama."He hadn't noticed Alistair until the king shifted slightly. Kieran's eyes widened, and he did a half-anxious bow. "Your Majesty."Alistair analyzed Kieran's face, noting the mixture of features from both Morrigan and me. His eyes were a dull yellow, his hair a dark brown, and he had the cheekbones of a Cousland but the jawline of Morrigan. His mannerisms were a blend of my confidence and Morrigan's formal speech. Alistair could not decide which parent he resembled more.Alistair smiled warmly at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kieran. Your mother has told me so much about you."Kieran's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Mama tells me stories about your adventures all the time. What was it like during the Blight with my mothers?"Alistair chuckled, glancing around at the nobles vying for his attention. He did not care about them, but he cared a lot about getting to know Kieran. "How about we find a table, and I'll tell you all about it?"They settled at a nearby table, and I watched as Alistair captivated Kieran with tales of our adventures. “So, Kieran, have you heard the story about how your mother once tripped over a tree root and accidentally took down a Darkspawn with her flailing sword?”Kieran’s eyes widened even more. “No! Tell me!”Alistair launched into the tale, his voice animated and dramatic. “It was a dark and stormy night...”Kieran listened with rapt attention, laughing at the funny parts and gasping at the exciting ones. I watched, my heart swelling with love for my family and friends.A slow quartet began to play a beautiful song, and I found myself drifting toward Morrigan. Celene smiled at my approach, excusing herself politely. "Care to dance with me?" I asked Morrigan, rubbing her arm gently.Morrigan's eyes sparkled as she took my hand. "Always…even with my two left feet."We moved to the dance floor, joining the sea of couples. But as we danced, everyone else seemed to melt away. We swayed together, lost in each other's eyes."A nobleman asked me to dance earlier," Morrigan said playfully.I smiled but got playfully defensive. "Someone trying to steal my woman, I see? What did you say?"Morrigan smirked. "I told him to ask my wife, the Hero of Ferelden, for permission."I smiled, my voice low. "Good woman."Morrigan blushed, the attraction clear in her eyes. "I had to deal with everyone throwing themselves at you during the Blight, so I'm happy it's your turn to be jealous."I was quick to respond. "I don't think everyone was throwing themselves at me. I'm not surprised others fawn after you. I am married to the most radiant woman in all of Thedas."Morrigan rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. Her nose nuzzled into my cheek as I held her close.As Morrigan and I made our way back to the table, Alistair looked up, and his face lit up with a wide grin.“Morrigan,” he called out, standing up. “You look... well, surprisingly civilized!”Morrigan arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “And you, Alistair, look surprisingly regal. I suppose miracles do happen.”Alistair chuckled, pulling her into a hug. “I’m pretty sure I remember you transforming into a bird and trying to peck my eye out back in the day.”Morrigan laughed, a rare, genuine sound. “That was just a misunderstanding. I was aiming for your nose.”“I knew it!” Alistair exclaimed, still holding her. “I always suspected you had a vendetta against my nose.”Morrigan leaned in, her voice softening. “It is so nice to see you again. Truly.”Alistair hugged her tighter for a moment before releasing her. “It’s good to see you too, Morrigan. I’ve missed our banter.”“Indeed,” Morrigan said with a smile. “I’ve missed your endless supply of foolishness.”“Hey now,” Alistair protested playfully. “I’m a king now. I have to keep my foolishness in check.”Morrigan laughed again, her eyes twinkling. “I’m sure you’re doing a splendid job, Your Majesty.”Alistair grinned. “So, what’s it like being a royal advisor? Do you get to turn into birds and peck people’s eyes out in Orlais too?”Morrigan shook her head, her smile widening. “Unfortunately, that’s frowned upon in polite society.”“Well, that’s a shame,” Alistair said with mock seriousness. “I always thought it was one of your best skills.”They both laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment watching them. The playful jabs and laughter were a testament to the bond we had all shared during the Blight, a bond that had endured through time and distance.Alistair turned to me, still smiling. “You’ve got quite the family, Elissa.”“I do,” I agreed, feeling a rush of warmth and pride. “Morrigan is the best wife, mother, and best friend anyone could ask for.”Alistair pouted playfully. “Hey, I thought I was your best friend!”I nudged him gently. “You’re my best friend too, Alistair. But you have to admit, Morrigan has earned that title.”He laughed, shaking his head. “I suppose I can share.”After catching up, Morrigan gently took Kieran's hand. "Come, Kieran, let's talk to Empress Celene."I hung back with Alistair, watching them go. "Is he what you envisioned?"Alistair smiled softly. "He's more than I ever imagined. You and Morrigan have done an incredible job."I beamed with pride. "I know you just met him, but seeing you two together today meant the world to me. Would you like to be his godfather?"Alistair's eyes widened in surprise before he grinned. "I'd be honored."