Hero of Fereldan.
It wasn't a title she wanted. It wasn't a title she deserved. After all, she wasn't the one who killed the archdemon and ended the Blight. Alistair did that. And the only one who could have saved the poor boy had disappeared before the team marched off to battle. Why? Because of some stupid misunderstanding. Because the young woman was too upset to say the right words, to use that silver tongue of hers. On the eve of battle, her friend came to her with an offer that would save everyone, and she'd refused. Not because it was blood magic. Not because it involved her best friend bearing her fiancee's child who would more than likely be born a demon. It was because the witch wanted to disappear. Never to see the Grey Warden again. And the girl said,
"No."
"This plan is insane."
"Don't do this."
when her words should've been to the effect of
"I don't care about the child."
"I need you."
"Stay with me. Please."
Now, her friend--no, her sister--and the man she loved were both gone, and she would never see them again.
"What will you do now?"
The sole Grey Warden in Fereldan was pulled from her thoughts when a familiar voice tugged at her with an inquiry. She readjusted her attention back to the world around her: the people dressed in impractically fine clothes, the smell of cider in the air, the familiar sound of leather rubbing against itself as she habitually shifted her weight from side-to-side...the queen who stood in front of her, more than likely glad to be out of that prison cell to which the would've-been-king had had her kept.
"I will travel...for a while," she answered her majesty, just wanting to get done with this stupid ceremony. "I suppose the Grey Wardens are in no position to stop you," the queen mused, but after that, the Hero of Fereldan was gone. She was there, but her mind was elsewhere, tumbling in her head with thoughts and ideas of what might've happened, what she should have done, and how things would have been different. She needed to get out of there.
AN: Err. Hi. Sorry if it seems kinda melancholy. I'm tired. I just feel like writing: something I haven't done in a while. Please excuse mistakes and whatnot. I'm really just putting this story up for organization, but y'all are welcome to comment if you'd like. Flamers beware.