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The Dragon Age world, plot, and their characters aren't mine but belong to Bioware. Some characters may be my creations. I get no money for writing this sequel.
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Denerim, Arlessa Amaranthine's Mansion
-Alistair macTheirin:
Feeling useless, the mansion hummed around me with activity, preparing for society and daily tasks. I could share a heaping platter of cheese with Mouser. I could train with the Silver Order, and should. That wasn't enough to fill my day.
I needn't worry about Trinna with Tabris guarding her; he'd have no more luck than I had during the Blight. She kept busy as Arlessa, even with her occasional illicit jobs as the Dark Wolf after the Amaranthine poseur vanished. I often thought she continued mostly to amuse herself while we visited Denerim for Landsmeets.
I had no hobbies. I always had duties and was shamed if I didn't obsess enough.
Mucking out stables was my bane at Redcliffe. As a Templar recruit, I trained and studied the Chant. I mucked out the stables there as punishment. Once a Grey Warden, I trained more and fought Darkspawn. Again the newest, I mucked out the stable more than once before Ostagar.
I refused to admit that's my only hobby.
A servant brought me a message and the fine script told me this wasn't Warden business. Sometimes darkspawn felt cleaner than politics.
Arl Eamon sent an impromptu invitation for drinks and gentlemanly conversation before tomorrow’s opening ceremony.
Once I'd wished he was my father, disappointed by my own blood's uncaring. Goldana was a painful introduction, and I still felt guilty that I didn't mourn her death like I should.
This was my first invitation from Eamon in... well, ever. He explained his expectations and that was that. I faintly remembered gatherings at Redcliffe when young. New horses and carriages made the extra chores to house Isolde's friends palatable. That was long past with her death and Conner's entering the Circle.
I hoped to speak with Eamon quietly today and changed into a finer tunic. I left without a guard. No one ever bothered me. Others with their guards entered Eamon's Denerim residence while I crossed the market.
Entering the large study, I heard conversations among a score of nobles, mostly Banns or heirs. I saw mostly elven servers. Announced as 'Alistair Theirin' again, I wanted to glare at the missing Eamon.
The conversations of the mostly male guests were louder than I remembered from Redcliffe. Two other Arls, West Hills and Southron Hills were disagreeing about something. Bann Teoric, with beady little eyes and older by at least three decades, followed one server around the room with his eyes. He only wanted something illicit, judging by his wedding ring.
I wasn't enjoying this. Few spoke anything about spring planting, the controversial mage-war, or even the Landsmeet.
“Alistair, it's been a long time. Good to see you here with the rest of us bachelors.” Eamon arrived with a stunning elf on his arm.
I frowned. “You've been busy when we wanted to visit, Ser.”
“No need for formality, boy, just Eamon.” He spoke genially.
“Eamon, I want to talk to you while we have the chance.” I spoke quietly; this wasn't a public topic.
With a clasp of his companion's hand, Eamon nodded to a closed door. Beyond, I found a more private office.
Unsure how long he'd give me, I hurried what I wanted to say. “I want your blessing...”
“Good, good. You should be thinking of your duty to your ancestors, from Calenhad to Maric....”
“I want to marry Trinna Cousland. She deserves a proper wedding.”
“No doubt. But you have been involved since during the Blight, correct? I know you two haven't provided heirs, and can't. That is Amaranthine's problem. Mine is securing the Theirin line before I die.”
My jaw was clenched. “I will not dishonor her.”
Eamon nodded, as if he expected that.
We returned to the study. More drinks and food were served as guests took seats in little groupings while we were gone. Shortly, two human women attached themselves to me and my embarrassment at their clinging was turning to anger.
After one too many accidental brushings by Edele, I spoke to them both. “That's enough, thank you very much.”
“What's the problem, Theirin? This is all in fun before the Landsmeet opens. No wives and plenty of beautiful women to enjoy.” Bann Jasper ruled Amaranthine itself.
Bann Loren, sniggered. “He's been kept to duty too much.”
“He's obviously not taken with blondes,” blonde Rela said with a pout, leaning against me. “That's too bad as I really wanted to experience Warden stamina for myself.”
I glared at and leaned away from Rela though Edele stayed beside me. She smiled like a predator, like Morrigan actually.
“I heard you prefer brunettes. I can be much, much more exciting than duty, Ser Theirin,” Edele purred from too close.
Oh, no! “I am not interested.” I pushed her back as I started to stand.
She shrieked loudly as she fell to the floor, even if I hadn't pushed that hard.
I could only look at her, speechless.
She cowered and sobbed. “You said if I was discreet we could announce it tonight! I might be pregnant already!”
“Like father, like son. Trifling with chits on the side.” Loren looked amused. “Nice fields you plowed there, she's got the hips for children.”
“I didn't...”
“Loren. That's enough.” Arl Eamon's face was red with his anger. “I can break you.”
“Edele! Are you alright?” Arl Ceoric of Southron Hills came over and pulled her up, the picture of a concerned parent. “How could you, Theirin?”
His horrified glare was at my waist. When I looked there, something lacy, feminine, and unfamiliar was half hanging out. When did that ogre punch me?
“He-ey! That's...”
Edele wept ugly. “You promised me!”
“Alistair! She's an Arl's daughter.” Eamon thundered like a sermon, his face still red. “You will do the honorable thing, young man.”
Ceoric smiled thinly and with a hint of pride at Arl Wulff. “I'll send the proper announcement to the Grand Cleric.”
“I never...”
Trinna's going to kill me!
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A/N: The challenge words are beady, controversial, and illicit. Thanks again to my beta reader who has been kind enough to read this and point out stupid flubs. Any typos that remain are not intentional... Reviews or a PM to let me know what you think would be very appreciated.
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