Deseray had been sitting against the bedhead highly relaxed. Wearing only her underwear and one of Alistair's many shirts. It was far to oversized for her small feminine body but it was as she like it. Smirking she watched as Alistair sulked his way into their room. So far he had despised being made king. But Des didn't mind herself one bit, she had time to relax, be who she really was instead of the serious 'Hero of Ferelden.' Maybe being a Cousland again for a little while had something to do with it. She was no longer just Deseray the Grey Warden. She was everything anyone decided to call her. Future queen, 'Hero of Ferelden', Deseray Cousland, Grey Warden and apparently the new one was the King's bitch. This cut had been made on purpose just to have a dig at her due to being the one who had in fact decided on her and Alistair's marriage. The comment had affected Alistair far more than it did her. She just blew it off as jelousy but he took it as offence on her behalf. When they discovered the rumour it had taken her over two weeks to get him to forget about it as he had wanted to go out and investigate who had started it up and publicly behead them himself. It only made her think, 'this would never of happened if I hadn't of been so selfish.'

Weeks before the Landsmeet she had decided the fate that was to become of them. It was the day when Morrigan had accepted Alistair's and Deseray's relationship and had told Des exactly how she felt. The two had grown to become sisters despite their bloodlines. Just thinking of loosing Alistair to make the right choice had practically ripped her heart out. He was supposed to be king, it was his bloodline. His proper destiny. So when the thought came to her she instantly grasped it, she wouldn't loose him and despite any other oppinions, what Des said became reality. She'd had the ability since she was a child, maybe she was just extra convincing.
The only way she had been able to make their engagement possible had been because she was of nobility. Des was just lucky she was born into it, at that moment really.
On the exact day it had all happened when the decision had been thrust upon her, Des had tried to think of the most logical thing to do with Logain, but when she tried to convince Alistair that maybe Logain should become one of the grey wardens, Alistair had flat-out denied the possibility before she had even finished her sentence and then decided to abuse her, there and then had been their first fight, straight after her so-called amazing boyfriend had said "it's either me or him, pick or im leaving."
At that moment being the truly whipped little girlfriend she was, she had thrown her head back and yelled at the top of her lungs before slightly turning her head toward Alistair and giving him the most terrifying look she could muster. "Ok then, here," handing her dagger to him she pointed at Logain. "You do it!"
She turned around at that moment and refused to watch. Des just simply shut her eye's and imagined she was at a simple luncheon with her mother, or fighting rats with her brother. It was as simple as blocking out all the noises, the gasping, the sobbing and the yelling and then it went quiet and then she knew the deed was done. She watched Anora break down with curiosity before closing her eye's and feeling a small amount of pity for the traitorous bitch. And then like that, it was gone and the hatred she felt for the queen returned. Deseray really hated other women and she knew that she had to decide whether Alistair would remain at her side or be Anora's lap dog while she ruled the kingdom.
She raised her hand to silence the crowd and took a great breath. "This is what will happen, the ruler of the kingdom of Ferelden will be Alistair and," she paused for added effect, she was into dramatics, "I will be his queen and rule beside him." As she saw rather than heard the shocked silence and she felt like adding the dramatic noise of the 'dun dun dun,' but refrained herself. Turning to Alistair she noticed his ears had gone red and his cheeks were flaming. "Babe? You don't like my decision?" He nodded then shook his head clearly in confusion so she grabbed his hand and smiled sweetly, "everything will be fine. You'll see."

And then Morrigan had slept with Alistair and nearly destroyed Deseray in the process.
This thought had Deseray slamming back into reality and just made her pout. Bringing her knee's to her chin she cuddled herself tightly, the memory shaking her. Just as she had positioned herself into her crying stance she felt a nudge on her shoulder. "My beloved, are you ok?" Smiling up at him as sweetly as possible she nodded before looking down again. She heard a huff of breath before anouther nudge to the shoulder."Des, you suck at lying you know that." This made her sharply look up and just glare at him. "Well there now, that got your attention didn't it?"
She then watched as he stripped down to his briefs, for some reason since they had settled down she couldn't stand him wearing anything other than briefs to bed, maybe it was just easier to hold him, especially when she had those damn nightmares. He laid down next to her and cuddled the pillow she normally slept on. "I hate it when you keep how your feeling from me." Her reaction would be to her shrug her shoulders. "Im fine, just remembering the Landsmeet and the days that came after that." This made him blush which in turn had her biting his ear. "Why do you blush whenever I mention that night, even if I don't bring it up directly you do?" Alistair just sighed at her question before answering bluntly, "She's a freak who just urggh, lets just drop it." Des just nodded before jumping on her fiance's back, she laid on top of him, cuddling as much of him to her as she could possibly grab. She couldn't help giggling as she watched him blush, her grin so wide it looked as if her face would explode.
Alistair groaned still blushing furiously, "I don't think anyone but me will ever realise that 'The hero of Ferelden' is not as serious as she makes herself out to be." She watched him pause, Alistair clearly trying to discover something funny to say.
"Seriously though, are you sure it was you who defeated the Archdemon. I mean look at you, you know, your just far to cute."
"You rather me be serious all the time? You don't like the real me?"
He bucked her off before rolling her on her back and him pressed against her stomach. Alistair grabbed her wrists and pulled her face towards him. "No, I don't particularly care, whether your cute, serious or even being a bitch. I love Deseray Cousland and that is all I need to know and soon I will be making you my wife."
Deseray laughed ferociously. "Don't you mean I will be making you my husband. I proposed!" She moved her head forward just that little bit and kissed him."Your stuck with me."