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Obviously feeling the same disappointment, Alistair pulled me aside as I finished brushing my wet hair, dragging me behind a nearby boulder and kissing me senseless. One arm held me around the waist, pulling my unresisting body close as he thoroughly explored my lips; the other hand wove into my hair, tousling it completely, but I couldn't even bring myself to complain as I lost myself in the kiss.
"Tonight," he gasped, panting, when we came up for air.
I couldn't have agreed more.
Finally ready, we remounted and entered the city. It felt strange, after all the fanfare of the last few times we entered Denerim, to almost sneak in with no one the wiser. We trotted quickly through the city; the streets were quiet, as it was almost dark, and no one even seemed to notice us. Leliana peeled away from the rest of the group at the Chantry, promising to catch up with us in the morning; the rest of us continued on to the Palace.
The gates were closed when we rode up; Aedan climbed down to have a conversation with a cranky guard, who eyed us suspiciously and wouldn't open up; in the end, Alistair and I were announced as Prince and Princess Theirin, much to my dismay, but at least the gate was opened. The pomp and fanfare that had been missing on our ride through the city was suddenly back in full force. We ended up dismounting and parading through the courtyard, our bags being taken by servants as the horses were lead to the stables, and Alistair and I ended up leading Aedan and Zevran through a hastily assembled company of soldiers saluting us, up into the palace.
I felt really awkward about the whole thing, standing stiffly and feeling uncomfortable, until a small voice broke through the shuffle of soldiers and servants around me.
"Sierra!" Blake came barreling down a side hallway, dodging easily between armoured men and, to my surprise, throwing himself into my arms. He hasn't done that since Redcliffe.
I hugged him, feeling him almost melt into me, and looked over at Alistair with concern. "Blake! It's good to see you, kiddo. You okay?"
He pulled back briefly, sending a tremulous smile to Alistair, Aedan, and Zevran. "I'm fine. Really. But I'm so glad you're here." He glanced around and then went up on tiptoe, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "I think the King's going mad."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 7 years agoWith her statement about the third game, it would seem to leave open the possibility of another traveler from Earth arriving in World to act as a guide for DA:3 and all the DLC's. I admit that I haven't played them all but I have seen some of the endings and the ending involving the Dread Wolf.
This would all scream of the need for an additional guide to help walk them through the worst of it and they would definitely need someone on the other side to help them acclimate from Earth.
Thank you for what you have written so far.
hakdrakkenabout 7 years agoI imagine you take some sick pleasure from these sudden endings. One sentence is all it takes for you to change it from a clean closing to a suspenseful hanger...
I love it, though, nice work. :-)
