Oh, How The Tables Turn (Dragon Age Fanfic- SebastianxHawke)
"Your highness, King Sebastian has returned."
Hawke sprang out of her chair so fast, the inkwell she'd been using toppled over sending a splatter across the bottom of her lilac satin dress. She didn't care.
He was home.
Rushing through the halls, her bare feet were almost numb against the cold stone, the abandon with which she grabbed up her skirt and petticoats gaining her the disapproving glares of more than one noble courtier; glares she had become accustomed to moths ago.
In the courtyard, Sebastian was dismounting his horse, handing the reigns to a stable boy just in time to scoop up his wife who threw herself into his arms.
"You've been gone for months," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck as though fearing he may leave again.
He smiled, the kind of smile that had always sent her weak at the knees. "I'm sorry," he said, running a thumb gently over her bottom lip, his gaze lingering there before meeting her green eyes. "I had something to finish."
"At least you're home now." She cupped his cheek, the feel of his skin against hers one she was keen to feel again more thoroughly.
He leaned close, his warm breath like a swathe of velvet over her skin, their lips touching for the briefest of moments before a cough to their side interrupted the sweet reunion.
They both glared at the armoured man, who dropped his gaze. "What would you like to us to do with the mage, your highness?"
Hawke stiffened.
Sebastian's grip tightened on her in response, but her fingers fell from his cheek.
"Mage?" she asked, the word tight through her dry throat.
He turned his head to look at her, his eyes wide and uncertain as they flicked over the crease in her brow.
"Hawke, I-"
"Mage?" she repeated. When he said nothing she shoved herself back from him, wrapping her arms around herself. "You said you'd leave him!"
Sebastian dared a step forward but she took one back, him swallowing hard at her reaction. "I couldn't let him live. Not after what he'd done."
"But you promised me." She bit her bottom lip as it trembled.
A clatter of armour echoed from the gateway, where a bustle of guards entered carrying a stretcher, a stark white sheet spread over it silhouetting the familiar sight of a figure- an unmoving body.
Hawke staggered back, falling against the wall behind her. She ripped her gaze away from the sight and gasped at the air, which struggled to enter her constricted lungs. "He was my friend…" she whispered, her words so quiet they were almost lost on the sudden chill wind.
"He was a murderer," Sebastian retorted, thrusting a hand out towards the stretcher in emphasis.
Her eyes narrowed at him as she stood straighter. "And now so are you." Turning on her heel she sped inside, her slim shoulders shaking as she went and her ragged sob cutting across Sebastian's chest so deep his fists tightened to bear it.