The Bastard Prince

"Right, right, I understand yes," the king responds, Bann Teagan is going on about Alistair's duties for the day. His uncle is fond of repeating things over and over again in order to make his point clear since he remembers Alistair more the boy he once was instead of the man he is now. Things have changed considerably now that Alistair sits on the throne of Ferelden, even if the change took time.

♕——The shuffle of feet and harsh whispers surround the blond as he walks carefully forward. A burlap sack is secure over his head and his wrists are bound behind him. He is dressed minimally, having been stripped of his plate mail and weapons for whatever encounter this was going to be. They haven't gone very far, though the air is colder now, a chill making it's way down Alistair's spine. Visibly shuddering he laces his fingers behind his back, clearing his throat before he shouts still covered by the sack,

"Is there a reason I've been led here in such a welcoming manner?" There are a number of people Alistair expects to see--or not see as the case may be--but he is still curious as to who he'll specifically be dealing with.His question is soon remedied as it's ripped off of his head and Alistair huffs at the treatment, a slight snip in his voice, "Well that wasn't very nice. You could've at least warned me."