#wardenforaking

Hours felt like days since last he was thrown into the back of a blacked out SUV, bag pressed over his head and driven out west into the middle of nowhere.

Cuts a plenty coated his pale skin. Chain marks branded his wrists as well as his neck, making his skin feel as though it was constantly burning due to the pressure.

With a deep intake of breath and a silent prayer, Alistair slowly rose back onto his feet; all a bit unsteady and rested himself against the table to where he had been strapped.

“E-Eleniel?”

“Welcome to Skyhold, Your Majesty. I’m glad that Fereldan is giving support to the Inquisition.”

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An audible ‘ouch’ left his lips as he turned to look upon his fair wife. Makers breath how he’d missed her so.

“I missed you to, dearest.” He spoke whilst raising a hand to gently rub over his shoulder to which was still very much throbbing from the rather sudden source of pain.

"If you were mine, I would... never take you for granted."

How her words cut deep like a blade thrusted deep into one’s gut.

The day she spoke of her wish for him to become King, Alistair forever held a small amount of upset toward the woman whom for so long had been his everything. The sole reason he fought through the darkness and beyond. For now, not only did he hold the most important seat on all of Thedas. But he was bound by a marriage to which held no love.

“Nor I you, Elissa.” Alistair spoke as he stood mere inches away from his true love. How it pained him to be so close and unable to touch her sweet face.

“Yet fate deemed us…incompatible.”