Rezi-Chan

Chapter Nine: Pen Pal Alistair was stressed. Like the kind of stressed you get when you’ve got a dragon staring at you and your back is to the mountain wall and you’ve got nagging nobles yelling at you that their farms have gone to the Black City and they won’t go away until you fix it. He laid his head on his desk, banging it ever so softly over and over… “Alistair.” Teagan spoke up “You’re going to bruise yourself.” Alistair groaned and turned his head to look at his uncle, huffing annoyed. It’s only been a few weeks since Eliisa stayed in Amaranthine but he swore his people took

Chapter Eight: Warden Commander Everything smelled of mud and wet dog.   Eliisa had forgotten how much she hated travelling, having become accustomed to the luxuries of a castle, all over again. Oh, how she missed her big, comfy pillows, the roar fire to her side, the hefty goose feather comforter, Alistair snoring beside her while Lady laid at their feet… To be fair, Alistair snored while we laid on the ground at camp too. Stop acting like a spoiled child. She groaned at herself and prompted Duff, her beloved Shire horse, to move faster. “Commander? Are you alright?” the escort, Mhairi, asked. Eliisa forced a smile. 

Chapter Five: Bride Pt. One “My lady please,” Deirdre pleaded with Eliisa, her handmaiden desperately shaking her. “Lady Eliisa!” Lady snorted at her mistress, sitting up from her pillows on the ground. Eliisa groaned and curled further into the blankets with a content smile, they were so warm and cozy. She would never say she missed sleeping on the cold ground, with barely anything to keep her warm. The knock on the door caused her to scrunch her eyebrows. “She still in bed?” her brother’s teasing voice sang from the hallway “I got her, Deirdre, wait by the door.” She heard his footstep

Chapter Four: Dancing Partner Alistair still wasn’t exactly sure why he agreed to Eamon’s suggestion to take dancing lessons for the past few weeks.   “For the wedding,” Eamon reasoned “A king should at least dance with his queen on his wedding day.” Alistair was trying his best not to pout. “And Eliisa?” he asked slowly and unsure. “Lady Eliisa was taught to dance at a young age and has attended many gatherings where she danced with partners. Her coming of age party, her brother’s wedding, Cailan’s coronation, his royal wedding, the-” “I understand,” Alis

Chapter Three: Her Ladyship “He cannot be serious,” She looked down at Lady who snorted at her. Eliisa glared at a stable boy who was practically frozen in fear. She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Get the King…please,” the poor boy ran off with a nod. She really should work on her temper. Really, though? A carriage? A gaudy, white carriage with gold filigree that she swore was Anora’s wedding gift from Empress Celene. If this was Alistair’s idea of joke, she’s doesn’t find it funny. Her fists were firmly on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently.   She had been looking forward to r

Chapter 2: King of Ferelden How exactly did I get into this mess? Alistair groaned as his Antivian friend went on and on about how happy he was. Because he was staying here. In Denerim. Maker, kings could have as much wine as they pleased right? “Don’t look so dour Alistair, as I said before, kings will have use of assassins,” Zevran smirked at him “Do you have to say that so loudly? Are assassins supposed to announce their presence to everyone?” Alistair drawled out “Fair point. The last job I did where I announced who I was, didn’t really work out,” he got that gleam in his eye, the one th

Chapter One: Hero of Ferelden Compared to this, slaying the Archdemon was easy.   It’s almost been a month since the Blight had officially ended. Eliisa stood by her brother, Fergus, with a sad smile on her face. Alistair was being crowned king, the golden was circle placed on his head and he turned to greet the crowd. She, with the rest of the court, knelt before him, bowing their heads in reverence. Although, she was more focused on watching Fergus to make sure he was actually able to do this stand, kneel, bow, whatever the king wanted, ceremony. At least this wasn’t nearly as extravagant as Cailan’s coronation, thank the