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The life of a Royal Bastard, Alistair	By : Kitty_Hawk Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I awoke with a start, almost sliding into the pool from the shelf I was sitting on. I heard movement in the pool by the door where I had first jumped in. The dream I had been living lingered strongly in my head. Looking down, I shook my head, oh come on. Even if I had a towel to cover myself with, it would be obvious how my lower extremities were standing at attention. Sten wouldn’t say anything, but who ever heard of a Qunari bathing? So unless the dog knew how to open doors, most likely one of the girls was in the pool. I crossed my fingers whispering prayers to the Maker, “Please let it be Leliana, please, please.” Leliana would make some joke, but was never cruel. Wynne would do the same. Morrigan would be nothing but cruel. I would be truly mortified for Rose to see me this way, especially since it was me dreaming about her that caused it! I slowly creped around the corner and saw no one. I leaned behind a rock, knowing I had heard someone get in. The water was so quiet on the surface, that when Rose surfaced, I was still in shock. She was faced towards me and her long brown hair covered her breasts, but the mounds were definitely obvious. Her skin had bruises and scratches but otherwise was unblemished. She was ravishing, and I need to stop staring now… I mean it now. She had surfaced looking directly at me and her eyes were wide.
“Alistair! Oh Maker, I am so sorry! It was so quiet in here; I didn’t realize anyone was using the pool.” She suddenly realized, like me, she was rather under clothed. She crossed her arms over her chest, and her face went bright red.
“No Rose, it’s I that should be apologizing. I meant to get out of her a while ago, but fell asleep. See how pruny my fingers are? I stay in here much longer and I will have the wrinkles of a man Wynne’s age. “
Rose relaxed a little and moved over to a long shelf along the surface that helped separate the two pools, using it to block her body. Staying in the shadows of my side as much as I could, I moved to the other side of the shelf. She had her arms crossed along the top, and her chin upon her arms. I mimicked her, looking into her eyes.
“Alistair, you really surprise me sometimes. You are such a goof and then I see you like this like you have a hidden part to you.”
“Yes, I am a great master of disguise. My particular favorite is looking like the village idiot, so people don’t know about my diabolical plans!”
“Unless your plans involve trying to see young ladies nude in a pool, I have yet to see evidence of any diabolical plan.”
“Ahh no my diabolical plans are much more devious than that. I really do apologize for scaring you. I hope I haven’t ruined your swim.”
“Nah, I am fine. See all squeaky clean.” She put her hand close to me as if for inspection. I lifted her hand and looked it over, seeing how flawless and small it was. Her gloves were doing their job.
“I don’t know Rose, I think you missed a spot.” Pointing to a freckle on her pinky.
She took my hand, and inspected it like I had hers. “ Ahh now you say I missed a spot but look at these poor knuckles. Even through your gauntlets you got these? They need to be tended too.”
“They will heal with time, just need to wrap them up.”
She shook her head, still holding my hand. She put her lips to my knuckles and gently kissed them. Flashbacks to the dream appeared in my head, which I quickly drove out. I am a gentleman first and foremost, especially with this beautiful creature that held my hand.
“So Alistair, do they feel a little better?” she teased.
“Why yes they do, I have plenty of much uglier cuts and bruises, if you desire to offer you wonderful care again.”
She rolled her eyes, then looked towards my chest and stared.
“Trying to get a view of me ehh?”
She shook her head, “Is that cut along your whole torso?”
I looked down and yes the ugly cut now clean lay open, diagonal along my torso.
“Come to my room later, I have some salves and bandages to fix that right up.”
“It’s no worry, I could do it.”
“I won’t have it; it needs to be wrapped tight so to keep the wound closed. That is much easier done by another person.”
I sighed, “Ok dear.”
She smiled and twined her fingers between mine. I looked towards the wall and saw where she left her swords. The long blade with large hilt she had standing right by the door.
“Rose, why do you use a sword, that doesn’t fit your hand?”
She laid her head on her free arm and looked out into space and said, “So you know how I haven’t talked much about the attack right? Well, during the attack my mother and I knew that the castle was going to be lost, we were overwhelmed. So when saw they had slain my sister in law and my little nephew, my mother and I went to the armory and at least saved my father’s sword. Arl Howe could take anything inanimate he wanted of mine, but I couldn’t let him take my father’s sword. We found my father, wounded, if I had only more time I could have saved him and my mother both. She wouldn’t leave his side. I still wonder what a love like that would feel like for a mate. Without Duncan, I would have fought to the death as well. Sometimes I feel like I betrayed them by leaving them and not dying with them. I remember that with my father’s sword, I will save my home, and Arl Howe will fall upon this blade. I know I need to replace the hilt, so it will fit my hands, but I must use this blade.”
I remembered Duncan’s words back in Ostagar, telling me to keep an eye on her for this. I put my other hand over our entwined ones, and leaned over and kissed her on the head. “Do not worry or fear, Arl Howe will pay and your deeds already have helped to save this land. Your family would be proud.” I did not mention Fergus, since no one knew if he was alive or dead, and did not want to give her false hope. “Rose, you have already saved several lives in the Tower, and those of your companions, including me on several occasions.”
“I do need to watch out for you don’t I, Alistair? Can’t have you falling down any wells and needing Bucky to come tell me.” She said comically, the previous seriousness draining from her face.
“Yes dear, I think I truly do.” My stomach started to growl. Damn my Grey Warden metabolism, you constantly eat, but it’s hard to stay full. Suddenly I heard another growl of a stomach that wasn’t my own. Rose smirked and said, “I guess we are synchronized in our Grey Warden eating schedule, which is pretty much anytime we aren’t fighting or sleeping.”
“Yes, I guess you’re right.” In an odd way, that made me really happy. “I will go ahead and get out, and get us some food before it gets too late. I will meet you at your room to get patched up, Dr. Cousland. Now if you don’t mind averting your gaze a second, I seemed to forgotten a towel.”
“Hhhhmmmm, I don’t know maybe a little peak could be compensation for my healing services.” She said with a devilish smile.
“Oh it would have to be a very small peak indeed. To get a good peak, I would need a little something besides bandaging.” Flashing her a grin back.
“Well, I am quite hungry, too hungry to barter much. I think I will just get out now, and let you see everything. Though I think I would like to take one more lap in the pool first.” She watched as I turned multiple shades of red.
“No, no, no! Let me get out first, so you can get some alone time to enjoy the water. You go... um... ahead and take your lap while I get out.” The woman had left me so flustered that my speech could barely functionalize. I went towards the shadowed end of my pool side, where candles weren’t lit to get out, and heard Rose splash as she dove underwater. Luckily, I was no longer “at attention” but walked quickly, trying to cover myself as best I could. I grabbed my linen pants and had them on faster than lightening. I knew that my face was probably still red in embarrassment. As I picked up my accoutrements, not wanting to put anything over my wound, I turned around and saw a head peeking out of the water looking at me.
“You looked?” I exclaimed.
“Just from behind, and trust me you should not be embarrassed by your assets.” With that she started to giggle and dove back under the water. I walked out embarrassed but with a smile that reached my ears.
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