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Beginning Our Forever	By : TheDeathRae Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 1691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6 – A Knight to Remember

I sat up with a start and tried to remember where I was for a moment. Duh, my room. Well, my temporary room. The room was dark but I could hear that the house was awake. I threw the blanket off and opened my curtains. The sun stung my light-deprived eyes and I squinted and turned back to my room. I put on some simple day clothes and headed to the dining room, planning to get ready after I ate breakfast. Because, after all, ‘You and I have a date.’
“There you are, sleepy head,” Leliana said.
I yawned. “It’s not too late, is it?”
“Nine A.M.”
“Oh, that’s not bad.” I loaded a plate and sat down.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “I’m helping you get ready for your date.” She smiled.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I asked teasingly.
“Alayna, be serious. You’d never get done without me… not done in time, anyway. Besides, it’s easier for someone else to do your hair and all that.”
She’s right. Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve actually done my hair… I wouldn’t know what to do with it. “All right,” I said between bites, “I’ll be done in two minutes. You can go up if you’d like.”
“This is going to be sooo much fun!” she exclaimed and danced out of the room.
I finished and followed the sound of her humming from my room. She had gotten out the corset and dress and had laid them on my bed. She had also gotten out both her makeup and mine – probably to find the perfect color combination for the dress. There were also combs and pins set out on my vanity.
“Hair first,” she said, grabbing my hand. She began by roughly combing through my tangled, wavy hair.
“OW!” I yelled. “Can’t you do that more gently?”
“I’m sorry!” she apologized. “But your hair is so… messy.”
“Tell me about it.”
When she finished ripping half of it out (or that’s what it felt like), she stood back to admire her work. “The Maker blessed you with gorgeous hair,” she cooed. “I think we’ll just pin half of it up…”
And so went the next twenty minutes. (My hair was not only waist length, but also thick.)
“Phew!” Leliana said, standing up straight and walking around me to make sure she had everything together. “Now, the makeup.”
I tried to look in the mirror but Leliana would have none of it.
“No peeking!”
I sighed and watched as she compared eye-shadows and lipsticks to my skin, hair, dress, and back again. “Got it! Now, close your eyes.”
I did and she applied a base tone, blush, eye-shadow to my face and lipstick to my lips.
“There,” she breathed out. “Now you may look.”
I turned around and my jaw dropped. She was beautiful. Part of her hair had been pulled back and bumped loosely on top of her head. The rest hung in loose, wavy locks with a few thin braids. Her face was blemish-free… bruises and even scars received from battle had disappeared. Her lips were rose-colored and her eye-shadow was a mixture of brown and silver tones. I stared at the strange reflection in the mirror.
“Well?” Leliana broke the silence. “What do you think?”
I blinked a couple of times. “Is that… me?”
“Of course it is, silly. Now, come on, let’s get your dress on!” She again grabbed my hand and instructed me to get as dressed as I could before she helped me with the corset. When I told her I was ready, the corset tightened… and tightened.
“Sweet Andraste, Leliana! I won’t be able to breathe!”
“Then it’s perfect!” she laughed.
My parents had never let me wear a corset, not even for Ser Gilmore or Dairren or… Well, all this pampering was new to me.
I put on my purple and blue dress and buttoned the back of it. It felt like a blend of velvet and silk all over my body. Leliana pulled out a pair of black shoes and I put them on. I looked in a full-length mirror.
“I feel beautiful,” I whispered.
“You are beautiful, Alayna. Now, let’s not keep Alistair waiting longer than he has to.”
I smiled and we went to the common room.
Alistair looked just as nice as I, if not better. His raiment was a blue nobleman’s tunic and fine tan pants with thick brown leather boots. He was cleanly shaven – which was odd – and his hair, as always, stood up a little in front. When he heard my footsteps he turned around and his eyes widened. I stopped a few feet in front of him. He looked me over from my feet up to my waist and – after lingering at my neck – to my face. He smiled and blushed, his feet shifting in place.
“Alayna, you look…” Alistair stopped.
“Beautiful?” Leliana offered.
“No…” He took a step forward and lessened the space between us. “No, ‘beautiful’ doesn’t even cut it. Downright sexy… yes, that’s more like it.”
It was my turn to blush. “You look pretty handsome, yourself.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked up at him.
Alistair used his arm and wrapped it around my waist, pulling me in. Inches apart. He looked down at me under his eyelashes.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes,” I replied, nearly breathless.
“Good.” He turned and stood to my left and offered me the crook of his arm. I accepted it and we stepped out to the stony courtyard. He bent over and picked a violet, then placed it gently in my hair. “I know they’re your favorite.”
“Thank you, Alistair. So… where are we going?” I asked him.
“There is a tavern on the far, water-bound edge of Denerim that wasn’t corrupted by darkspawn. None of that area was. Maybe darkspawn can’t swim,” he joked.
I laughed and we continued walking. The Market District was being repaired – many workers and soldiers and guards were scurrying around, and it looked much better than it had a week ago. There were hardly any citizens.
“Where is everyone?”
He laughed. “I forgot you’ve been out of it. Most civilians fled the city or are in an inn, right now. They’ll be back for the coronation, I’m sure.” His mouth was tight, like something was on his mind. “For now, we won’t be bothered too much.”
“Some privacy, at last. So what’s this tavern called?”
“The Sunken Flagon*. It’s a respectable establishment that’s been around for years. People who feel that the Gnawed Noble Tavern is too… rambunctious for their tastes go to the Sunken Flagon.”
“Will there be music?” I asked with excitement.
“Yes… and a floor for dancing.” He smiled and I smiled back. “But,” he continued, “I have to warn you. I’m not the best dancer.”
“That’s all right. You’ll have to learn for our wedding, anyway.”
“You’re absolutely right.” Alistair withdrew his arm and wrapped it down my back and around my waist. He led me through the busy-with-repairs streets and avoided questionable alleys since neither of us was armed. At last we arrived in a quaint, undamaged district of Denerim. The Sunken Flagon’s sign wavered with the light breeze that smelled of the eastern sea. Alistair opened the door for me and I stepped inside. I smiled and opened my eyes wide to take it all in. There were flutes, lutes, harps, box drums, fiddles, and horns – all playing harmoniously. The sound was breathtaking. I listened especially to the lute (which I had learned to play as a little girl) and how it accompanied the melody with its gentle harmony. There were a few bartenders and waitresses working and a few couples were dancing near the musicians. Many other nobles – most of whom I recognized from Father’s meetings but could not name – sat at tables and talked with hushed voices.
“Have a seat and I’ll be right with you!” a young, dark-haired woman called to us.
Alistair led me to an empty table near the dance floor and pulled my chair out for me.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You’re welcome.” Alistair sat across from me and leaned over the table. “Alayna, I’ve been meaning to ask you—”
“Sorry I took so long!” the waitress interrupted. She was beautiful, strong. Her eyes were bright blue and filled with intensity. She didn’t look like someone who should be a waitress.
“What can I get you?” She wiped her hands on her apron.
Alistair leaned back and let me order first.
Since I’d never been here before, I said: “Uhh… I’ll have whatever your special is today. And a glass of wine, please.”
“Right. And you, ser?”
“Same thing,” Alistair said nonchalantly.
“All right. It should be ready in a few minutes.” She walked away quickly and I heard her shout our orders in the kitchen.
“Did she not recognize you?” I asked Alistair.
He shrugged. “I guess not. The less attention, the better.” He grabbed my hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.
I smiled. “People will find out sooner or later.”
“Yes, I know.”
The dark-haired waitress came back with our drinks. “Your food will be right out, sers.”
“Thank you!” I called after her, then asked Alistair, “Have you been here before?”
“Once, with Arl Eamon. Earlier this week. We met some other Banns and Arls just to get to know each other better. I need to know whom I’m leading, after all.”
“Leading? You?” I pretended to be shocked.
“I know. It will be disastrous.”
“Just don’t lose your pants,” I teased and laughed.
“Right.” He smiled.
Awkward silence.
“So… what were you going to ask me?”
“Well, uhh…” Alistair stuttered.
“Is that… a Cousland?” I heard from my right. My eyes scanned the room and spotted a nobleman walking towards us.
“Pardon me, m’lady, but aren’t you Bryce Cousland’s daughter?”
Alistair and I stood up and I bowed. This noble I could definitely name. “Yes, ser. It is good to see you well, Bann Loren.”
“And you, miss…” He rubbed his head. “I’m afraid I’ve forgotten your name, dear lady.”
“Alayna.”
“Alayna. I’m sorry. It’s been a few years.”
I nodded. “Six, in fact. Well, six since I last saw you. Your son and wife were—” I paused, and my cheerfulness disappeared immediately. “Oh, Maker! I’m so sorry.” My heart wrenched and I could tell Bann Loren was in pain when I’d brought them up.
“What’s the trouble?” Alistair asked.
He must have no idea what’s going on.
“Alistair, this is Bann Loren. His wife and son were visiting when Howe attacked Highever.”
“Yes,” Bann Loren sighed. “Things would be so different if that hadn’t happened.” He chuckled lightly. “My wife and Eleanor might have succeeded in marrying you to Dairren.”
Alistair cleared his throat.
“Yes, well…” I slipped my hand in the crook of Alistair’s elbow. “… This is my fiancé, Alistair Theirin.”
“Theirin?” he said softly. Bann Loren’s eyes popped wide open. “I am so sorry, m’lord.” He bowed lowly. “I knew there was a new king, but I didn’t know… I never saw…” he stuttered.
“He’s been in Orlais,” I whispered to Alistair. I could tell Alistair was uncomfortable. He didn’t like the attention.
“Don’t worry about it,” Alistair said quickly. “No harm done.”
“Thank you, your Majesty.” Bann Loren stood up. “I apologize for intruding. Please, continue with your evening.”
We sat down just as our food arrived.
“Here you are! Enjoy!”
“Wait! What’s your name?” I called as she was scurrying away.
“I’m called Mhairi, m’lady.” She walked back to the kitchen.
“Why was that important?” Alistair asked me.
“I don’t know,” I replied, taking a sip of wine. “I feel like she’s… important. I can’t explain it.”
Alistair raised his brow and laughed a little. “So, this… Dairren.”
I laughed.
“You were more than friends, I take it?”
I shook my head. “Not really. He wasn’t my first choice. He was a little too… sissy for my taste. Couldn’t handle a blade for his life.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “So who was your first choice?”
I laughed again. “Really, Alistair? Why is this so important?”
“You already know about my previous love life – which is nonexistent – and I’m curious about yours. Is that so bad?”
“No, but I feel like I’m being interrogated.” I can’t believe he’s asking me this. I don’t want to think about this, not here, not now. Not ever… But I kept my tone light. “My first choice was someone who disappeared… oh, gosh… five, six years ago? I doubt he lives. He’s been missing for years, and no one knows where he went.”
“Six years ago? You would have been fourteen!”
“It’s old enough to be engaged.”
“I suppose that’s true. That’s really too bad. What happened, I mean.”
I shrugged. “It’s all right.” I reached across the table and held his hand. “I love you, and that’s never changing.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Alistair said, winking.
We finished eating and when we were done, I asked him, “What did you want to ask me?”
“We keep getting interrupted. I wanted to ask you, do you… what I mean is… would you like to dance?” The question came out slowly.
I beamed. So cute. “Of course, Alistair.” He took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
The musicians were playing a slower song, and so I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his down my back. His hands rested just above my hips and he pulled me close so our bodies were touching. We stared into each other’s eyes for some time. I was studying him: he wanted to ask me something other than to dance with him. I could tell. But I wanted him to ask me when he wanted, so I asked him quietly, “What’s this about rebels?”
“What?”
“You know. Arl Eamon. Rebels. I heard the first part of that conversation the other day and he cut it off so I couldn’t hear.”
“Oh… that.” He took in a deep breath and let it out. “It’s nothing, really. There are some noblemen who don’t agree with my taking the throne and who have become… vocal about it. There was one arl who actually tried to get in Arl Eamon’s estate the other day… and he brought guards with him. But he was a vehement supporter of Loghain and didn’t like my killing him, so I understand that he was upset.”
“Hmm. Is that all?”
Alistair nodded, his lips tight.
“Are you sure?”
He didn’t look at me. Finally, he said, “No, that’s not all. Like Arl Eamon said earlier, there are too many nobles who question the legitimacy of my claim to the throne. Now that the Blight’s over, they’re not too quick to place someone of previous low stature as king. Plus, I really don’t know a whole lot about ruling a nation. I was raised in the Chantry, and all I really know is about the Maker and the Chant of Light and templars. And Grey Wardens, of course. I don’t know about politics and all that… stuff. I feel like my head’s about to explode with all this information and rules and such.” He sighed heavily and continued, “But believe me, I will be so relieved when you can help me with all of this. As a noblewoman, I’m certain you’ll know exactly who’s who and what to do, right?”
I smiled and nodded. “Of course, Alistair. I was taught all these things and more, since we’re supposed to marry someone high up in the food chain, so to speak.”
“Guess that’s why you’re marrying me, right?”
I laughed. “It’s not about that, not for me, anyway. My parents might have fainted if I married a commoner, but I’m marrying for love. But… you are high up on the food chain, so I guess I win either way.”
Alistair smiled at me, now. “No kidding.”
“Now, are you sure there’s nothing else?”
“Well, unless you want to hear about our wedding… but you don’t, do you?” He winked at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course I do!”
“We’re getting married three months after my coronation. Exactly. So it won’t be long until you’re all mine,” he half-growled and pulled me closer, if that was possible.
I laughed. “I’m already ‘all yours’, Alistair. You know that.”
“Yes, well, I’d still like it to be official. So the Grand Cleric doesn’t tear her hair out, wondering why I haven’t been struck by lightning.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“No, I don’t think so.” He smiled. “That might be a painful sight.”
“Uhh… yeah,” I laughed.
The music changed tempo, and I pulled away from Alistair.
“What are you doing?” he asked me.
“This is a waltz. We’re going to waltz.”
Alistair looked dumbfounded. “You know how to waltz?”
I rolled my eyes. “Alistair, of course I do. It’s, like, the first dance I learned in my lessons. Now, this hand goes here,” I said as I took his right hand and placed it on my upper back. “And this hand holds mine out here… and my left arm goes right here.” We were in perfect position.
Alistair stared at me. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. You’re going to have to lead, though. Do you know a box step?”
“A what?”
I shook my head and smiled at him. “Never mind. I’ll lead, and you follow, all right? Just don’t step on my toes. I’m not wearing armor,” I said and winked at him.
I waited for the right beat in the music, and we began. Forward, right, slide, together. Back, left, slide, together. Forward, right, slide, together. Back, left, slide, together… Alistair was doing his best to follow my lead, and after a few moments, he was in-step with me and got it down. He spun me and pulled me back into him, his hand now near my waist. I expected to lead again, but he surprised me: he led with perfect form, taking the lead and step order properly. Back, left, slide, together. Forward, right, slide, together… We even rotated about the room, and when the music ended, Alistair dipped me so my back was arched. When pulled me back up, he picked me up and spun around twice. Alistair set me down and I stared, astonished.
“Were you just lying? You know how to dance, don’t you?!”
“Actually, no. But I’m a quick learner. And you’re a good teacher.”
I didn’t respond, for I was too busy staring into his lovely amber eyes. We stood on the dance floor for what felt like ages, looking at each other, but I didn’t care. Being with him was all I wanted, and even if we were silent, it was more than enough. Just to stand here with him. Forever.
After a few moments, Alistair said, “You know you’re staring, right?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, so are you,” I replied.
“Lots of people are looking at us,” he whispered, glancing around without being obvious about it.
“Do they know who you are?”
“Probably. But they’d probably recognize you, too.” I could feel his discomfort. “You’re a bit of a celebrity, don’t you remember?”
I sighed. “Yes, but I don’t want all the attention. I’m ready to give leading a rest for a while. You know, relax a little bit.” I paused. “The attention is likened to that which my parents gave me,” I said softly.
“And it makes you miss them, doesn’t it?”
My lip quivered. “Yes, I miss them.” I swallowed and blinked back the tears. I did not want to ruin my makeup. “I guess it all worked out in the end.”
“It did, indeed,” Alistair said softly. He kissed my forehead.
I smiled and repositioned my arms around his midsection so I could rest my head on his chest. I breathed in. Mmm… sage and cinnamon, I thought. We swayed back and forth in silence for some time.
I scanned the room and noted that we were two of only ten people left in the tavern.
“It must be getting late,” I said, looking at Alistair.
His lips were tight again and he was deep in thought. “You’re right,” he finally said.
I wanted to stand like this forever. “I love you,” I said.
“And I love you,” he replied quietly. “More than anything.” He leaned down and kissed me on the lips.
I don’t know how long we stood there, kissing, but when he pulled away I was out of breath. I could feel my heart pounding, body hungering for more.
“Perhaps we should go somewhere more… private,” Alistair whispered in my ear.
I beamed. “What time is it?”
“Late afternoon or evening, I suppose. Let’s go.” Alistair left some silver pieces on the table and we walked out holding hands. The sun had nearly disappeared and the air was brisk. Alistair held onto my hand tightly and we headed to Arl Eamon’s estate in silence. When we’d reached the Market District, all was dark. Every light was out, save for the soft glow from inside of the Chantry, and the only light was provided by the full moon. Alistair turned and faced me, taking my other hand. I strained my neck to see his face.
“Look, Alayna… I—” He stopped.
My eyebrows scrunched together. “Yes, Love?”
Alistair began talking very quickly. “Okay, so you know how at the Landsmeet you got to make the decision of who would be the ruler of Fereldan and you decided we should rule together and that I nearly fainted when I heard we’d be getting married?” All this was said in one breath.
I laughed. “You’re so cute when you babble nervously. But yes, I remember.”
“Right, well, I went a little off-topic at the end there. My point is that it was you who made the decision.” His voice finally slowed. “And… unfortunately, that means I never got to… ask you…” Alistair reached into a back pocket and drew a beautiful silver ring with a single, heart-shaped diamond surrounded by blue sapphires. Alistair dropped to one knee and I had to tell my heart to stop skipping beats.
He cleared his throat and looked up at me, smiling. “Alayna Fey Cousland, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
So this is what he wanted to ask me. This was… unexpected, to say the least. He’s actually asking me to marry him, as if I would say no. Ha! Never would I ever say no to him. Unable to speak, I smiled and nodded and he placed the ring on my left ring finger.
When he stood up, I looked up at him for a few seconds, then pulled him down and kissed him passionately. He responded by wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me in so my chest and stomach were pressed against him. When I pulled away, I stared at him and bit my lip.
“So… may I take that as a ‘yes’?”
I grinned. “Alistair Theirin, it would be my pleasure to be your wife.”
He smiled and took my hand. “Come on. Let’s get inside where it’s warmer.” His amber eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
We went as quickly as we could from the Market District to Arl Eamon’s estate. The front doors had to be unlocked by a guard – a sure sign that everyone inside was in bed or asleep. Once inside, we tiptoed upstairs and I had nearly walked past Alistair’s room to mine when he grabbed my arm.
“Oh, no you don’t!” he whispered.
“I thought we agreed…”
“You know, I was thinking, you’re right about this being his home and everything, but he can’t exactly kick us out. And I miss this.”
“Fine. Have it your way,” I tried to say seductively. I attempted to beat him into his room but he picked me up and easily carried me in instead. There was still a small fire going, so the room was warm and dimly lit. Alistair put me down and kicked off his boots while I removed my shoes. When I stood up to look at him his shirt was off. Alistair’s upper body was perfectly muscled and lined in all the right places. His tanned face, arms, and neck accented the muscles. There were a few cuts and bruises from battles past, but they seemed to make him even hotter. I stared lustfully.
He raised his eyebrow and flexed so his muscled bulged and I smiled a sideways smile.
He smiled back. “You’re so vain. You know that, right?”
“Please. You wouldn’t be so interested in me if I wasn’t as beautiful as you tell me I am.”
He sauntered sultrily towards me and caressed my face with his hands. “I don’t know about that…”
And so we began. He kissed me and chills ran down my spine. His lips were warm and slightly moist. Our kisses turned from gentle to passionate to hungry.
Alistair used his size advantage to force me backwards into a wall and he put both hands on it so I was trapped. Our kisses didn’t stop when his hand began groping down my back until he found the laces to my dress and began untying them, one by one. Slowly. Like he was building up to his prize. He slipped my dress off my shoulders and when it fell to the floor I kicked it aside. With one hand still on the wall, he continued feeling my back to unlace my corset.
“Stupid… laces” he breathed between kisses.
My lips pulled into a smile and I let him keep trying to untie the corset. I knew he wouldn’t be able to because it was knotted, but his touch was invigorating.
“Not funny,” he said, even though he laughed slightly. I reached behind me and found the knot and tugged it. Yet again, Alistair loosened the laces until it plummeted to the floor.
“My turn.” I reached down and tried to unlace Alistair’s breeches quickly, but he grabbed my hands.
“Slowly, Love,” he whispered.
I didn’t listen – I wanted to feel him inside of me. It had been too long since we’d done this – at least two months, maybe longer. He let go and I unlaced the breeches and let them fall off. He growled, picked me up, and carried me to the bed. He put me down but got on top of me so I was trapped again. Alistair’s mouth continued devouring mine and I could scarcely breathe. His body on me didn’t help, but the weight felt too good so I made no complaints. Alistair’s mouth fell from my lips down my chin to my neck. One of his hands slipped down from my neck and rested next to my arm to support his weight, and his lips found mine again. His hand slipped inside my bra and massaged my breast.
“Alistair…” I moaned. I felt his lips pull back into a smile as he continued kissing me. I walked my fingers down his chest to his stomach, and it instantly tensed. Before I got all the way down, he removed my smallclothes and I followed suit. The fingers of one hand traced my breast and pulled on my nipple; the other hand pulled my thigh up against him. I wrapped both my legs around his midsection and pulled myself up to invite him in.
“You’re so eager…” he whispered in my ear. His fingers stroked my side, tickling me, and my muscles quivered. His lips found their way slowly down to my breasts and he stroked them with his tongue.
“Alistair,” I moaned again, and his face was suddenly near mine. My hips rocked against him.
Alistair pulled back slightly so I could see his face. His amber eyes were intensely bright, even in this dim light. “So eager,” he whispered again, “I want to make every moment we have together last.” He leaned down to kiss me. When he was this close to me, touching me, his thoughts were mine… and I knew he was about t—Maker! I nearly screamed the word at the intense pleasure. I pulled on him with my legs and he responded in kind. Our connection made his delight as if it were my own. Our thoughts and desires were met with the other’s movement to satisfy it. With every impulse, every movement, the pleasure intensified.
Alistair rolled over so I was on top. He slipped his hands down my back and gripped my hips, guiding them as he thrust up into me. My nails dug into his chest.
“Oh, Maker…” he groaned.
Our bodies were molded perfectly for each other. Alistair rolled over again and trapped me, thrusting deeply into me.
We spent the night between sleep and pleasure.

)-(
Later, I awoke to outside noises – dogs barking, people talking, soldiers training. Alistair and I were on our sides and I couldn’t move. His arm was wrapped around me, just under my breasts, and one of his legs was on top of mine. When I tried to move, Alistair woke up, too.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
“Mmm… Morning, Alayna,” he said groggily. He loosened his arm and I turned over to look at him.
“I love you, Alistair.”
“And I love you,” he replied. He kissed me gently and rubbed my shoulder. I was unsatisfied when he pulled away, so I chased his lips until they were mine again. He moved his hand down my back and pulled so I was pressed against him. I pulled away when I was out of breath. He placed his hand on my face and rubbed my cheek with his thumb, pushing back stray strands of hair as he did so.
“Maker’s breath, but you’re beautiful.”
I blushed. “You know, Alistair, you’re not the innocent, naïve little Chantry boy you used to be.”
“I know, I know. But, trust me, this is so much better.” He pulled me even closer to him and kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my lips.
“Mmm…” I moaned. “I’d love to lie here all day, but we better get up before breakfast disappears. I’m hungry.”
“So am I.” He kissed me again and got up, but I just sat up and stayed there.
“Something wrong?” he asked as he laced his breeches.
“I have no clothes.”
“I’ll go get some.” When he was fully dressed he exited and reentered a minute later with clothes. “I hope they match all right.”
I laughed. “They’re fine. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
When I finished dressing we headed to the dining room and ate all the food that was left. Alistair told me he’d not be out long and kissed me. But before he left, he reminded me to work out.
“You need to be able to wear your armor again,” he teased.
I told him to go to his meeting.

)-(
When I’d changed into some leather armor and found my sword, Leliana stopped me from going out.
“So, how was your day? Tell me everything.”
I shook my head. “My lips are sealed,” I said as I zipped them shut with my fingers.
“Come on. We are best friends – you have to tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?” she whined.
I shrugged but smiled sheepishly and tried to walk past her but she grabbed my arm.
“I know that look,” she said and pulled me so she could see my face. “Well,” she finally concluded, “since you can’t stop smiling, my guess is that you did a lot more than eat dinner together.”
“You could say that.”
“Tell me!” she whined.
“He proposed.”
“What?” she gasped. “When?”
“Last night on the way back from dinner. Then we retired for the evening.”
Leliana crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “Just retired?”
I nodded with tight lips.
“Please, Alayna, you’re a horrible liar. So, how was it? I trust he treated you well.”
My cheeks flamed. “That’s none of your business!” I snapped.
She giggled. “Well, I have my answer.”
“If you must know… yes, we had sex. Last night was probably the best night of my life, all right?”
She grinned. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
“You’re impossible,” I said as I walked past her. “I have some training to do.”

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*Author’s Note: For those of you who may have recognized the name of the tavern: yes, that is the name of Uncle Duncan’s tavern in Neverwinter Nights 2.
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