Obviously none of this belongs to me, except for the uber emotional Warden. Written in the spur of the moment and I honestly couldn't think of a better title. Bear with me, this is my first piece of writing in ages and damn it was hard to get it out X_X still not one of my best, lots of rough edges to clean up but there's nothing more I can do with it now. Basically I wasn't happy with this whole situation so I had to write another outcome :p warning it's extremely full of angst but I guess that's where my fun is XD enjoy (:

"What?"

I stared completely dumbfounded at Alistair, not believing... no, refusing to believe what I was hearing. He kept trying his best to look me in the eyes but he kept averting his gaze, as a means of making his speech maybe just a bit easier.

"I... I'm king now, whether I like it or not and I have a duty... I can't just ignore it. And you know the responsibilities that come with it."

I still couldn't believe it. I need a wife and child, he says. You can't provide those, he says. Not exactly with those words but slowly morphing into them and even something worse, they poisoned my mind and drove me ever so slightly towards an abyss, towards a fall that made all that we lived through together seem nothing but distant meaningless memories.

"Responsibilities? And your responsibility towards me? Is that non existent, Alistair? I don't have a say in this...?" I said trying to remain calm, but slowly and surely losing my cool, "Do you... do you even care? Have you ever cared?"

At this, he suddenly stood still and looked up at me, his once endearing eyes slightly confused and the words struggling to come out of his throat.

"Wh...what? You can't possibly mean th... no, no Ariadne... It's not like that! At all!"

"Then how is it Alistair? After everything we've been through, after everything... you're just leaving me. Just like that? Like it was nothing? What the hell am I supposed to think?"

The templar took a step forward and tried to take my hands but by then my anger was steadily and surely surging and I violently took them away. This seemed to trigger something within him as his eyes widened and his voice took a much harsher tone towards me.

"I did not ask for this! I did not want this, you're the one who made me king and you damn well knew I didn't want any of it!"

No jokes, no witty one liners to try and save face, just sheer aggressiveness and rage, something I had only seen of Alistair in the battlefield and that now scared me immensely. A million thoughts crossed my mind, did he ever love me like he said he did? Was he breaking things off as revenge for making him king? Had he used me to get to the throne and now threw me away since he didn't need me anymore? From the most plausible to the most ridiculous notions, every single one of them made sense to me and all my self control was nearly lost. I wanted to scream, I wanted to hit him, oh Maker I wanted to hurt him as badly as he was hurting me. All the yelling surged from within me with zero control, almost as if I was outside of my body, a mere spectator in a less than inviting spectacle.

"And do you think I wanted to kill Loghain? Don't you think I had more reasons to keep him alive and join us, in our weakened state, than to kill him? Why do you think I did that? Tell me Alistair, why?"

I didn't care anymore, I had to let it all out, I had to hurt him, I wanted to. I didn't care who listened or the gossip that would surely ensue. Alistair made sure all my sensitivity towards that went away when he started this.

"I didn't want this Ariadne!" he kept repeating the now empty words that were nothing but meaningless sounds to me.

"It was for you, you fool! I killed him for you! Because the thought of you leaving me was more than I could bear! But I guess it was for nothing, because here you are. Well done Alistair." I couldn't stop the venom spitting from my tongue, the look on his face, startled, confused, trying to grasp at something that simply wasn't there anymore.

"You're going to be a great king. Deceptive and manipulative. A great king indeed."

I didn't look back, I just couldn't. I still couldn't feel myself and even something as simple as the walls of the castle felt like mere empty barriers around me. I was moving, I was raging, tears stained my face and yet I was simply not there. For everything I used to be was his and by rejecting me, he simply took away who I was.