Author's Notes: This drabble was originally written for Tuesday prompt fest at dragon_age on livejournal.


Alistair knew he was in trouble. He stared, in dawning horror, down at the shattered pieces of what used to be a priceless vase that had been in the Cousland family for years.

It had been one of the few surviving pieces left after Howe's betrayal. Even worse, it had been a particular favorite of Elissa's: she had looked so happy at seeing it, and she brought it back with her to the castle, and put it in a place of honor. And he had absentmindedly knocked it over on his way down the hall.

Elissa would not be pleased.

He felt lucky that she was off fulfilling her duty as Warden-Commander as her absence made it much easier for him to bury the evidence. If she asked, he would say a visitor had accidentally bumped into the vase and broke it. He would be off the hook.

After all, what his wife didn't know wouldn't hurt her.


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