A/N:

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own and I apologize for them now. DAI belongs to Bioware and I thank them for creating such wonderful characters.

This story takes place in a slightly altered version of Trespasser. The Inquisitor is still dealing with the repercussions of the anchor and they have not gone after Solas yet, that will come. Instead the only thing to come from the Exalted Conference is the end of the Inquisition.

Also, in this story I picture Dorian liking bigger more muscular men since I think he would enjoy the triumph of conquering them so I imagine my Inquisitor, Rise Trevelyan as a bigger man.

End A/N

'I shouldn't have come.' I thought to myself as I stared at the posh house in front of me. I cursed my own weakness as I tried to sneak a glance through a front window. Just one glance at the master of the house would be enough. 'Was he well? How was he handling the challenges of being a Magister? Was he happy?' A million questions swarmed in my head but I could not voice a single one. How long had it been since I had last laid eyes on him? One, two, almost three years.

'I shouldn't have come.' My hand throbbed painfully beneath my glove as if it agreed with my sentiments. I turned my back on the house and ignored the ache that echoed through my chest. I would not wait for my desired glance at the resident of the house. Even though I was committed to leaving empty handed I just couldn't make myself move. My feet planted firmly on the pristine concrete. 'COWARD!' my mind goaded at me and I had to agree.

"What are you doing out here? Aren't you coming in? You're the Inquisitor right? I'd recognize you anywhere! Dorian's going to be so happy to see you!"

The exuberant explosion of questions from behind me startled me, causing me to whirl back around. It took a lot of discipline not to pull my knives on the woman. A big man pulling daggers on the petite, young blonde would not go over well in this community, perhaps not any community.

"What?" I stammered out awkwardly.

"You're looking for Dorian right? I heard that you two had been close…" She trailed off as his face clouded over. "I mean I know you two aren't like "that" anymore but I know Dorian still thinks about you…" The blonde began to fidget from one foot to the other, uncomfortable.

"You go ahead, I'll be right behind you." I said, giving her a small tight smile. "I was just admiring the architecture, it's my first time here and everything is so different." I said as I watched as her face lit up again.

"I'm sure he'd be happy to show you the best of what Tevinter has to offer!"

I watched her bound towards the house, and I took a cautious step back. I had no plans to actually talk to Dorian; I just wanted to see that he was doing well. She raised her hand to knock but the door flung open and then Dorian was there, bright eyed and happy faced. He always made everything so damn bright.

"I've," she exclaimed but he cut her off and pulled her into a kiss, sealing their mouths together. For a moment the world around me slowed, my focus not wavering from the scene playing out in front of me. I had wondered what kind of relationship this woman had with Dorian.

"Ah," I breathed under my breath, my throat tight. What had I expected? 'Shouldn't have come,' my mind chastised. I turned around again, not wanting to watch anymore and this time my feet moved with purpose.

Dorian was so excited he could hardly contain himself. The Lucerni group had taken several small but significant steps forward in their quest and he had Ellie to thank for their most recent victories. Mae's group was still full of young pups vying to prove themselves and now they were getting the chance.

He was lucky to have found Ellie, wasting her brilliant mind pandering as an understudy for House Renoe. He had put together an proposal she couldn't refuse and then sweetened it a little more. She had welcomed the opportunity to do something different and everyone was happy with the outcome, well except for Monsieur Renoe, but Dorian suspected he kept Ellie around for her looks rather than her mind. He didn't feel the slightest bit guilty.

Bright and bubbly, Ellie dripped with charm and it seemed to be working on the crotchety old men that occupied the current Magisterium. His only complaint would have to be that she was seemingly happy all the time, it had to be some sort of medical condition or something. No one's that chipper.

"We did it! You did it! Josef is in!" He squeezed her tightly, twirling her around once before letting her go. "You guys are going to be the cause of greater things in Minrathous!"

"That's great," She squealed. "I've also got great news for you too!" She took his hand in hers. "You have a visitor! Someone special is here to see you!"

Dorian groaned, someone special usually meant some type of political harpy his mother sent his way in the hope that he would further the family position the old fashion Tevinter way. "Please, my dear, don't call them special visitors, they're awfully droll."

"No! Not that! The Inquisitor is here to see you! He was right behind me."

Dorian's head snapped up, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. They had parted under such terrible terms that he regretted to this day. "Ellie, have I been working you too hard? Do you even know what the Inquisitor really looks like?"

She quirked a brow at him, "Yes, almost everyone knows what the Inquisitor looks like…even though no ones seen him in quite some time. That's why I thought you'd be happy to see him, though he didn't look that hot. Maybe you can convince him to stop in and see Nurse Helen.

"Ellie, really the Inquisitor?" Dorian asked again. "Big man, very solidly built, dark hair, gray eyes, and golden skin like he spends all day in the sun?"

That was one of the things he had loved about the man. Even though he had control of a monster organization like the Inquisition he still preferred to get his hands dirty so to speak. There wasn't a job he would give to anyone that he wasn't willing to do himself. He got down in the trenches with everyone else. Homes needed to be rebuilt, people needed hope and he gave them that. He stood right beside them instead of over them. It was such a shit show the way they had come down on the Inquisition in the end after all that Rise had done.

"Think carefully Ellie, you saw the anchor? The freaking glowing green mark on his hand?"

She looked at him like he was losing his mind. "Why not ask him yourself, he's right there…" She turned and pointed to a place in his front courtyard but there was no one there. "He was just there!" She stammered. "I swear Dorian, I wouldn't make this up!"

Dorian moved from the entryway of his home and out into the expansive yard, looking for any sign that Rise had really been there. Frowning he turned on his heel and headed back into the house leaving a bewildered Ellie on his doorstep.

Rise had disappeared shortly after he declared the end of the Inquisition. He still remembered that terrible day and he wished he could do it over again. If only he had allowed Rise to come to Tevinter with him then he wouldn't have lost him like this. He had searched feverishly for the rogue, each venture offering no returns. Even Leliana had no answers for him, she compared his disappearance to Solas'. The man was gone, and whispers that he was dead had almost killed him too. But something told him that Rise wasn't dead yet. He'd know, he'd feel it deep in his core when Rise went.

He marched into is bedroom and unlocked a special drawer beside his bed. Carefully he reached in and removed the sending crystal. This was his last remaining connection to his lover. He held it tightly in his hands and remembered the day he gave the other half to Rise.