Taming the Timid
((This is a story I came up with off of the top of my head. I wanted to pick a pairing that is out of my element. This story is for all of my friends who inspired me to continue writing, and who loved my work. Thank you, really.))
Part One: Alistair
Light sweat covering his forehead, limbs thrashing about on the bed. He called out random gibberish, shouting. Sure, he may the Bastard Prince of Ferelden, but he still had nightmares. Someone else was Ruling. Bann Teagan. It has been four years since Amaranthine had been saved. Six since the Blight had ended. Anora was dead, and Alistair was now Arl of Redcliffe. He never wanted the job, but it was his only option at the time. He was actually better suited to it than he thought. The Nobles approved, and now, now they were pressing him to take a wife. That was actually what his nightmare was all about. Woman were all over him, and they were tearing at his clothes.
"Alistair, Alistair!" They kept calling his name, wouldn't stop. He moaned, and tossed, turned. He didn't know, that the next day, his life would change. It would change in dramatic, and exciting ways. The dream ended with him in a cold sweat, staring at the ceiling. He sighed, and rolled out of bed. It was still dark out, so it must have only been maybe three in the morning. He went to his wash basin, and splashed his face. He was completely nude, as he loved the feel of the silk sheets on his giant, goose down mattress. He didn't notice that he door was cracked, or the person who was staring open mouthed at his naked form.
The unidentified person gaped, and gulped in a quiet breath. Then they moved on down the hall, fleeing to their own room. Alistair had already went back to his snug bed, and was laying down, naked, on the sheets. He was to warm to be covered up. It was a gentle late Spring evening. Balmy, and soothing. He felt his cock start to twitch into life. 'Maker, why am I always so hard?' He thought to himself, sighing heavily. He wanted to take care of his itch, but he didn't have the motivation. That thought scared him, but he knew it was from all of the pressure of the Nobility trying to make him Marry. So he yawned, and was soon fast asleep again. This time, it was dreamless, and blissful.
Alistair woke up with a grunt, and a moan. Must he have to get up, now? Yes. He was to meet his very first Mage of the Arling today. That Mage's job was to advise him on the Magics of the Arling. Like when a Curse was found, or disease for the people. He or she would head their own Clinic in town, but live at the Castle, and be Alistair's personal advisor for a set time each day. He dragged himself out of bed, and settled on dressing in a loose navy blue tunic. It was lightly tucked into a pair of brown leggings. He washed his face, and teeth in his basin, and checked his reflection. His hair was a little longer than he would like it, curling around his ears.
Alistair slowly headed down the stairs, and grabbed an apple on his way to the main hall. He bit into it, walking slowly, chewing thoughtfully. He wondered who the Mage would be. He remembered most of the Mage's from his time of travelling with the Hero of Ferelden. He didn't expect to find who he did when he stepped into the hall. Surrounded by Delegates was none other than….He dropped the apple, and it rolled towards the Man's feet.
Jowan.
((Please send some helpful advice my way! This will be a 3 part story, maybe 4 if I get bold. Please read and enjoy!))
((I have made some corrections. I will have to look back over my reviews to see what else needs to be done! Thanks!))