just another dog lord

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KING VERSE: The last thing that Alistair wanted to do was banish the rebel mages from Ferelden. In fact, there were many sleepless nights that followed the decision as he worried that he had doomed hundreds to a slow death. Despite Alistair knowing there was no other decision he could have made, it has weighed heavily on his conscious and caused many a sleepless night. All he wants to do is help others, but being King has made it so he cannot allow others to get away without consequence.

Everything about her was so small. Alistair couldn't help but feel like a giant as he towered over the woman before him, his expression uncertain. "Uhm -- is there something I can help you with, Inquisitor?" She had approached him with such certainty that the Warden was worried he had done something wrong. Perhaps he should be worried; the smallest ones were usually the most fierce when they were upset. Just as he opened his mouth to once again question what she needed, small hands grabbed his and Hotaru was lifting them to her mouth and placing the softess of kisses against his hand. Alistair's mouth opens and closes as if he's a fish, a red blush beginning to work across his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears. "O-oh. Well, then." His laughter escapes him, obviously flustered and uncertain what to do next. "Now it makes sense why Dorian was saying I was oblivious the other day."

Alistair will never forgive himself for pushing the responsibility of saving Thedas onto the Hero of Ferelden's shoulders. He was the senior Warden in that instance, but he couldn't handle the pressure, so he shoved it off on someone else and didn't give them the luxury of a choice that he had given himself.

Alistair was uncertain why he had received a letter telling him to come to the courtyard. If there was someone that wanted to talk to him, couldn't they have approached him themselves? But no -- one of Leliana's agents had handed him a piece of parchment and left without so much as a 'hello' or 'goodbye', leaving the Warden standing there with a confused look on his face. Regardless of how suspicious the entire ordeal seemed, Alistair had gone against his instincts and headed to the location mentioned in the letter. Minutes passed by as he stood beneath a tree, a frown working over his face. "I swear, if someone is playing a joke..." The Warden's voice trailed as a rustling sounded above him, and then suddenly there was a weight hitting him and he found himself on the ground."Maker--!" The air whooshed from his lungs as the world spun around him. Laughter was the sound that greeted him from above as he focused his gaze on the small frame seated on him. Blonde hair, pointed ears and a wide smile greeted him as he finally found his composure. You are entirely too trusting. The voice belonging to the woman above him spoke out.What if I had been an assassin hoping to kill you? A snort left the redhead as he tried to push himself up, gently nudging the elf from his chest. "I'm not certain you haven't, to be honest. You're heavier than you look." Alistair knew he had misspoke when a soft gasp sounded before him, and small fists began to playfull punch at his shoulders. You take that back!

Alistair had thought that the Inquisitor would be a reserved and well-mannered lady, given her noble upbringing. Not that he was saying she _wasn’t_, but there was a light in her eyes whenever she looked at him that caused him to feel uncertain and suddenly worried. Liana harbored a playfulness that the Warden was certain she didn’t let many see.It wasn’t until the two of them were alone that Alistair realized just what was at stake. Their conversation had been innocent enough, a small back and forth about their upbringing with the Chantry. But a voice had called his name from across the courtyard and he had excused himself from the conversation --And then _it_ happened. The faintest of touches at first, as if worried of getting caught, before suddenly there was no denying that there was a hand firmly on his backside. Seconds seemed to drag on forever as the Inquisitor gave a playful squeeze to his bum, an innocent look plastered on her face as she took her leave. **“Until next time, Alistair.”**The blush that creeped up his neck started slowly until he was as red as a cherry and his ears were burning. **“P-Perhaps somewhere more secluded?”** How words managed to leave him would remain a mystery to the red head, but her laughter was the most pleasant sound he had heard all day as she walked away.Next time.