#greywardencommander

In peace, Vigilance.

In war, Victory.

Ferelden's winter was nothing compared to Antivan ones.

The garden of the royal palace was covered in snow, giving the illusion that there was nothing else beyond the veil of white. Zevran pulled his cloak tighter around his body, he never would get used to the damned freezing weather. He wondered through the large garden, catching brief glimpses of roses that had not yet succumbed to the snow. Her majesty was probably fuming with anger at this very moment, the garden that was often littered with roses and other kinds of beautiful flowers was the Queen's pride and joy- to see her garden perish under the harsh weather with no prevention would no doubt bring her great annoyance.

Zevran smiled at the memory of Serena, who was now Queen of Ferelden and married to that great oaf of a man, Alistair. He laughed absently to himself, Alistair would have his hands full with his new fiery bride, let alone the duties of being king. As his mind focused on his friends marriage, his thoughts shifted to that of his own engagement. Everything he had ever been taught had told him what he was feeling was wrong- that there was no such thing as love, and that the world was a cruel mistress. But then she had come along, with her brown hair and wide, innocent eyes and somehow she had wormed her way into his heart. The sight of a hooded figure a few feet in front of him disrupted his thoughts, and he smiled mischievously when he recognized who it was.