Just a small one shot that's been in my head.
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She was Beautiful Once.
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She was beautiful once.
Blonde hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. Ice blue eyes that contained a controlled fire both in public and behind closed doors. A stong and commanding voice that could break the strongest man and turn him into a willing soldier
She'd been propelled by the loss of her sister to join the ranks of the Templar Order to try to make sure that all children were brought to the Circle to learn the control that they needed to resist Demons. So that no other families or villages suffered the same loss as her own.
She had risen through the ranks swiftly, becoming a Knight-Captain and then Knight-Commander. She wielded her political strength like broadsword, cutting through enimes and red tape without a care to insure that Mages were placed where they belonged, where they could learn in safety.
She used to be so careful about who she let join the Templars. Background check after Background check. Always making sure those who joined were there to Protect their charges.
She doesn't do that any more... People like Alrik are allowed in our home.
She used to listen to those who were brought before her, accused of practicing Blood Magic by her Templars, before issuing judgement upon them. She allowed them a chance to defend themselves.
The ranks of the Tranquil swell... Not even Harrowed Mages are safe fron the Brand.
She used to listen to reason, my Fair Love. I don't know how it started, but three years ago we could still talk to each other, argue with each other. The Hawke had not been the first to say that we 'argued like a married couple'.
That was the last time she let me touch her... I was barred from her rooms after that night.
Three years without her touch, without her love. Three years that I have watched her descend into madness that I cannot save her from. Her eyes no longer show a contained fire, but a raging inferno that will consume us all in the end.
Sometimes I think I am joining her, that I am going mad as well... How I HATE Kirkwall.
She complains of headaches often now. No amount of healing magic helps. In a fit of desperation I even went into the Forbidden Vault and looked through the books on Blood Magic, no need to deal with a demon to learn what books can teach.
I cast my spell on her, our blood mixed together as one, hoping to help her because even Blood Magic can be used to heal if you cast the right spell...
Nothing changed... her madness grows worse each day.
To my horror I have found that she has asked to have the option to call down the Right of Annulment at any time. I no longer know what to do to help her.
To my horror an apostate has destroyed the Chantry and she has decided to kill us all. I don't know what I can do to stop her.
To my Horror, though the Hawke has sided with the Mages in this dark hour, there is now a call for my Fair Love's head. Even now, I love her.
I can feel the madness in my mind growing at the thought of her death.
I cannot let it happen.
I cannot let them have her.
I will do ANYTHING to stop them from taking her from me!
Pride, Desire, Rage, Vengence, Sloth, Hunger...
I will take them all into me to keep her safe if I have to!
Blood magic, Necromancy...
I will use the Darkest Magics to stop the Hawke. You cannot have her! YOU CANNOT HAVE HER!
If she desires the Right, if she desires our souls... Then I will help her. I will be...
Her Harvester!