#kensandra

"You cannot do this!" Cassandra held her sword out to block the door. "I won't allow it."

"Let me through, Cassandra. I need to see him."

Behind the door were the cells of Skyhold. Not many would stop the Inquisitor from going through, but Cassandra was one of a few who had the privilege.

She steeled herself against his intense gaze. "We both know he is not the man you once knew. I will not allow you to be swayed by someone who was willing to destroy you."

"He's my brother, and I have a right to see him. You have no right to stop me."

"This is for your own protection, Inquisitor." Cassandra planted herself in the center of the doorway, sword tip jammed into the ground before her.

"You won't even call me my name when we're alone?" If the look of hurt on his face was genuine, then Cassandra's own heart was in danger. "At least have the decency to face me."

"Kenton," Cassandra said, trying to plead her case, "He was responsible for the destruction of the Ostwick Circle, and he attempted to break our defenses here. He is a terrorist apostate, and he will not hesitate to behead the Inquisition."

"He's my brother. I've known him longer than I've known anyone in this world." Kenton stepped closer to her, and he reached out to touch her cheek with one hand. She could not permit herself to recoil.

"You will regret this."

"You will be there to protect me, won't you?"

And, despite everything, Kenton pulled her in and kissed her forehead. Then, without even seeming to try, he shifted her to the side, and entered the dungeon.