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Hi Angsty-Anon here, bit of explanation, my “head cannon where Inky gets f*cked up lyrium vision” is where when they fall out of the rift, it ruined their eyesight so they basically have thermal vision but with lyrium instead of heat, and yea. HoF and Alistair are their parents who never watch their baby grow up

The first was a simple bronze band, cheap but lovingly carved with branches. Nelaross’s ring. She had not wanted to marry him, had not been impressed when she first met him, had thought him meek and unassuming. After watching him bleed out in front of her though, brave and defiant, she had thought that someday she could have fallen in love with him if she had just been given the chance. She had not, but she had picked the ring up from his cooling corpse and wiped the blood on her tattered dress. A reminder of a brave man she would never know.

The second was better quality than the first and it seemed to contain some amount of actual gold, though the percentage was likely low. It was Orzamarrian in style and if she thought back she could probably pinpoint the moment it was purchased despite not noticing at the time. She had found it nestled in her packs that first night at Vigil’s Keep, wrapped in a scrap of blue fabric, had held it with trembling fingers.

‘I wanted to marry you,’ Alistair had said the night of the landsmeet, he had not been crying but there was a wet edge to his voice that belied the effort it took him not to.

‘I wanted to marry you,’ he had said, but she had made him King instead. Had traded his and their future in hope of better treatment for her people. Had broken her own heart.