Here it is, the sequel to Assassin's Dream! Hope you like it!
Zevran's recovery was swift, but he still required time to recuperate from the curse laid upon him by Morrigan. His strength was returning to him gradually as the last traces of his fever ebbed away. Morrigan herself was being guarded heavily by Sten, who kept Asala pointed directly at her throat. The witch's staff was under a protective ward by Wynne, who was busying herself with replenishing the party's stock of health poultices and lyrium potions. The warden stood from the campfire as Zevran came out of his tent, his leather armor donned for the first time in what seemed like eternity. The elves smiled at each other as they met halfway.
"I am yours." Zevran smirked at the warden.
"Oh, Zev...I thought I'd lost you." Fresh tears welled in the warden's eyes as she thought of what could have happened.
Zevran shrugged. "Nay, I am not so easily dispatched." His eyes drifted to Morrigan, who simply sat on the ground glaring at the warden.
The warden saw his gaze and set her jaw. "Morrigan will pay for this. She will pay dearly for what she tried to do, for what she did."
Zevran nodded. "As the injured party, I find it difficult to see this in a neutral light. But not today. The sun is nearly risen, and we have many darkspawn to slay, yes?"
The warden smiled, relief flooding her features. "Are you sure you're up for it? The curse was only lifted two days ago."
"I've had two days to rest, and far too many before that to wallow in self pity. Tis time we return to the task at hand. There is a king to be put on the throne, and an archdemon to be slain. Two tasks for which your trusted assassin would come in very handy, I should think." He smiled at her, the smile that proved he had won before he had spoken.
The warden smiled back and nodded. "Then to Denerim we go. You, my mabari, Allistar and I." She kissed him on the cheek. "It's good to have you back," she whispered.
"Tis good to be back," Zevran whispered back before kissing her cheekbone, lips lightly brushing her skin. As she went to Sten, he took his sword and dagger with pleasure, holding them in his hands. "Tis good indeed."
The warden stood beside Sten. "We are going to Denerim today. If you need a break, have Wynne deal with her." The quinari nodded as the warden returned to where Zevran, Allistar, and her mabari were gathered. She laughed to see her mabari licking Zevran's leg, as though he were happy he was back as well. Allistar smiled to hear her laugh, the first he'd heard in quite some time. This was a new beginning, just before the end. The ex-templar had a sinking feeling about the final battle, which was quickly approaching. Now was not the time for lamenting a possible future, however. Now was the time to prepare himself for what was to come. Today was the day of the Landsmeet, the day he would become King of Ferelden. He shuddered to think of it.
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