Long Live The King

The throne room had finally emptied, the last noble's polished boots echoing away through the great hall. Alistair let out a slow breath, shoulders relaxing as he tugged at the collar of his royal tunic with an expression that suggested he'd rather face a darkspawn horde than another hour of court politics.

"So," he sighed, glancing toward you with a crooked, familiar smile, "good news: nobody challenged my right to the throne today. Bad news? Three different banns somehow managed to argue over sheep for nearly an hour."

He shook his head, an amused laugh escaping him.

"I keep waiting for someone to admit they're all having me on. 'Congratulations, Your Majesty, you've passed the test. Real kings don't actually have to settle disputes over whose ram looked at whose ewe the wrong way.'"

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It’s been hard without having him by my side. I miss having a best friend, a confidant… my everything.

It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

// Wow… 11 years ago I made this account. I cannot believe how quick time has gone

I know I’m not around much these days but I want to give a huge shoutout to each and every one of you who made Alistair possible. Who made this experience worthwhile. Because of you guys it is why I stayed. It is why I had a smile on my face each day.