She remembered the shock that came from the Landsmeet when she, a Dalish, announced that she would rule beside Alistair, so he didn't have to go through it alone, after she had killed Loghain. Ashavise remembered their laughter and the way her knuckles turned white has she gripped her Dar'Misu in her hands. She remembered Anora's disgust after hearing what the elf had said.
In the eyes of most of the nobles, she was just a petite, knife-eared woman who could've been useful as a slave, even if she was going to save Ferelden. First, there was the bastard prince, but now, this knife-ear wanted to rule Ferelden? This was just blasphemy.
Ashavise tried to stay strong but she was about to slip as she felt the reality of this whole ordeal fall onto her shoulders. Her knees seemed to be weak but Alistair stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I accept this woman as my Queen. It doesn't matter where she came from; I have known her for a year of my life." He paused for a moment. "She had so much reason to hate us but she has done nothing but put Ferelden's interests first…" As her lover spoke, the elf went off into a daze. No matter what happened, she felt as if everything was a dream and she was still with her clan and Tamlen… The mere thought of him made her squeeze her eyes shut. Alistair took ahold of her small hand and raised it up, snapping Ashavise out of her daze. The Landsmeet let out slow claps.
"Ma serannas." She muttered as she opened up her eyes and stared out at the disapproving crowd.
After the nobles cleared out, the redheaded elf slipped away into a bedroom, without telling anyone of where she would be.
"Creators, ma halani!" She let out a frustrated groan and took her Dar'Misu out of their sheathes. She looked down at the dragonbone daggers and gripped them tight, again. She reflected on the names that she had given the daggers. Her left hand held 'Tamlen's Courage'. Ashavise had loved Tamlen and protested against him entering the cave but she followed to make sure he was safe.. How things turned out for the worst. But she always wanted to think that the tainted Tamlen had carried her out of the cave to save her. Ashavise would always blame herself for what has happened.
Her right held one that she had named 'Alistair's Rose' after a gift that she had received from Alistair during their journey.. When he had confessed his love for the tiny, redheaded elf...
Ashavise can recall that she attacked the wall out of anger until Alistair had burst into the room. Only to find the strong willed woman he loved sitting down on the floor with her daggers on either side of her. Her face looked down at the floor and her short hair hung down.
"Ir abelas for the embarrassment of Landsmeet… I am just an elf. I have no place in power. I-I.. I don't know why I decided to.." Her eyes were watery and tears ran down her cheeks and onto the cold, stone floor. She wiped away the tears with the blouse that she was given before the Landsmeet had started. Alistair walked over to the elf, crouched down, and wrapped his muscular arms around her.
"I don't care if they don't accept you as their Queen, right away.. They're not the ones who decide who I marry. You. Are. Mine. Mahariel." The way he said her name sent chills down her spine, even if his breath was hot against her ear. Ashavise slowly raised her head up and her red bangs fell just above her amber eyes. Alistair let go of her and stood up, holding his hand out for her. She picked up her Dar'Misu, sheathed them before taking his hand and standing up.
"Ar lath, ma vhenan." Ashavise said to her love before wrapping his arms around him.
