Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

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
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own any content of the Dragon Age Franchise. I make no money from this work.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Being a Grey Warden, meant you had the perk of being able to eat all the time but never gain weight like normal people. I had properly raid the larder, filling a large bowl with bread, cheese, cured meat, a pie or two and a basket of strawberries. I carried my plunder down the hallway, trying to determine which room was assigned to Rose. I felt like the door with the large dog guarding the entrance was a good hint. Bucky growled a little without opening his eyes as I leaned over a knocked on the door.
“Ok, ok Bucky, didn’t know there was a toll to enter.” I said, as I placed some dried beef at his feet. Bucky picked up the offering and moved out of the way of the door as if to say, “Was that so hard?”
Knocking again, the door opened with Rose dressed in a cotton tunic and breeches, her hair still wet from the hotspring. Her eyes were staring at the food in my arms.
“Alistair, did you leave any food in the kitchen?” Rose said ushering me in.
“No, there is no food left this side of the Wilds. All it takes is two Grey Wardens to cause Ferelden to go into a state of famine.” I laid the food on the bed for lack of a table. Rose lay out over the bed, digging through the plethora of edibles.
“Oo, oo you found pie! There is only one thing better than pie and cookies, but how I have missed sweet things! Good thing we don’t have cookies or Sten would be here in a heartbeat to get at them.” Rose said using her back-up long boot knife to cut into the pie crust.
“There is something better than pie you say? Hhhmm, I wonder what that could be, well you may have at the pie, I will have these strawberries instead since you don’t really like them at all.” I said mischievously bringing the basket of strawberries from behind my back into view. Rose nearly dropped the piece of pie she had in her hand as she stared at the basket. I continued with, “Looks like they were picked just when they couldn’t get any redder.” I took a bite into a large strawberry slowly. “Mmmmm, I don’t think I have had one that is sweeter.” Rose stared at me and the strawberry, placing the pie back into the dish. She moved just slightly enough, I could see a pounce coming on after she said quite seriously,
“You had strawberries the whole time? You know there is nothing better than strawberries. Now come over and share before I am forced to come take them.”
“I don’t know Rose, these strawberries are quite tasty. I think I might just keep these to myself.” I replied, having way to much fun in goading her on. A smile crossed Rose’s face and said, “Fine then.” With that, she jumped from the bed and tackled me while I kept my arm outstretched to keep the strawberries away. Being a foot shorter than me made reaching impossible, so she started to try to climb up me to reach the basket instead. With that I leaned back, at the same time losing my balance on an uneven floor plank and fell down on my back. Now on top of me, Rose climbed up and grabbed a strawberry from the basket I still held out. She sat up, sitting straddled across my chest about to bite into her trophy, when I let go of the basket and rolled both of us over.
With myself on top, I went for the strawberry she kept trying to change hands to elude me. The poor strawberry had lost its green leaf top by this point as I retrieved it from her hand. I put the berry between my lips, holding her arms down. Right when I made a move to finish off the fruit, Rose swiftly lifted her head and bit into the strawberry. Our lips met, I tasted the sweetness of the berry with the soft warmth of her lips and all I wanted was more. I moved my lips against hers, and she returned the action in kind. Letting go of her arms, I took my hand and ran it through her long wavy hair, pressing her closer. She had all of her fingers laced in my hair, clenching toughs of it that drove me on more. Before the moment could go any further, a knock came on the door.
“Rose, want me to show you the knife throwing technique you mentioned earlier? I need some fresh air.” Leliana said through the door.
Rose replied from the floor rather flustered, “Um ah, not tonight Leliana. I am beat from today, so I think I am just going to hit the hay early.”
“Understood, sleep well warden.”
We both breathed out a sigh and heard Leliana say as she walked down the hall, “If you have someone in there, have fun.”
Rose started to turn a bright red, which I am sure my face matched. Moment broken, I quickly got up off of her and offered my hand as she got up. I picked up the tossed basket and handed it to Rose.
“Here, ah um I got them for you. I ah remember you mentioning how you liked them in Highever. I will go ah eh over here until this infernal blushing subsides.”
Rose’s hand wrapped around the basket, and as I walked around her she clasped my hand.
“Thank you, Alistair.” She paused, looking about the room and went to grab her knapsack near the fireplace. Digging in she drew out bandages and a paste Wynne made for gash wounds.
“Alistair, come here so I can tend to that ugly gash, make sure it’s clean and all that.”
In all the commotion, I had forgotten why I had come to her room in the first place. One would think I would remember I was walking around bare chested and all cut up. Looking down I saw how the scuffle on the floor had caused the gash to open up somewhat, blood trying to seep along the edges. Seeing it now, the pain came with it. I had completely forgotten it on the floor for obvious reasons.
Rose took a basin of water and quietly dabbed the wound with a washcloth. I admit I hissed every time she touched it, I am a baby when it comes to wounds after the fact. However, Rose was so gentle, I barely felt her fingers as she applied the paste along the cut. Her face was in utter concentration. She sort of bit her lip and her eyebrows crunched as she moved along the worst of the wound. She wrapped the bandage tight. Upon finishing, she traced her finger from my chest down over the bandaged wound on my torso. “Ok, you are all fixed up now. How about let’s eat?” Rose said rather distractedly.
We delved into the mound of food and bantered about we never seemed to be full. Every time she ate a strawberry, my lips tingled remembering how her lips felt. Once we had finished all the food off, sleepiness finally settled in.
“Rose, when this is all over, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, we could keep traveling, find the Grey Wardens in Orlais. A part of me wants to make a new home, rebuild the Grey Wardens, if I had you to help me.”
“Of course I would stay with you to rebuild the Grey Wardens, but I thought you would want to go back to Highever once retrieved from Arl Howe. Though I am not sure I could rebuild without you.”
“I will bring justice to what happened at Highever, for my people and my family. I am sad to say it but, Highever was the home of another girl. It’s not my home any longer. I feel my home right now is where you are actually.”
“Really? Wow, I didn’t know you felt like that. I feel the same way.”
Rose’s eyes started to droop, sleep trying to claim her. I got up from the bed and cleaned off the empty dishes and baskets from dinner.
“Alistair, keep talking, it helps keep the bad dreams away longer.”
“What shall I talk about? My possible future jesting career? Leliana’s obsession with shoes? Where Sten keeps his secret stash of cookies?”
Rose kept her eyes closed and smiled, replying quietly, “Ahh home sweet home.” Her body relaxed and tucked her hands under her head. I looked towards the fire in the hearth and continued,
“Rose, what I would talk about is how beautiful you look now when you let go of to the weight of the world on your shoulders. I have started to feel something I have never felt before; I have never felt so close to anyone before. Rose, I have come to care a great deal about you more than merely a friend, and I wonder if you could possibly feel the same?”
I turned around to see her facing me, but already deep in sleep. I walked over and gently scooped her up into my arms. Looking down, I could see how small she was, how utterly fragile under all the armor and determination. I lifted the blankets, and tucked her into bed. I rubbed my thumb against her cheek and kissed her on the forehead.
“Home sweet home, my dear, you are home sweet home.”
I walked out to my room with that thought; knowing that as we went to Orzammar tomorrow, at least home would come with me.
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The life of a Royal Bastard, Alistair