Author's notes: I in no way own Dragon Age or any of it's characters. This Fan Fiction was written because I fell in love with the story of dragon age and didn't feel the warden's journeys were quite over yet. I made this as enjoyable light reading, with some feeling to it. This is my very first fan fiction, please don't expect it to be a master piece. Constructive, polite criticism is appreciated, overt spitefulness is not. With that said, this takes place 2 years after the Blight has been resolved, the Warden-Commander has taken up residence at Vigil's Keep, and the event of Awakening have been taken into consideration. It is more of a romance than a typical Dragon Age story.

Not Just a Warden

Camp

His breath quickened as she pulled off the last bit of his armor. Nerves trembled, worried he would be caught not at his post, but of all things breaking his vows with a mage. He wasn't able to help himself anymore. Growing up in the Chantry, he had lived a life of celibacy. However, none of the sisters were anywhere near as beautiful or enchanting as she was. He had watched her for years in the tower. Her long black hair that nearly was violet in the in the sunlight, the way she couldn't help but sway her hips when she cast spells with her instructors. He kissed her perfectly shaped lips so tenderly, for his fear he may break her. Sweat beaded on his brow as she pressed her endowed breasts against him.

"Cullen, we don't have much time." She whispered hastily in his ear.

"You're just so gorgeous, I can't..." He paused to brush her bangs out of her face. "I don't want it to be over."

"Then don't let it be, before it even begins." She kissed him again before wrapping her legs around his waist. Carefully she guided him to where he needed to be, knowing it was his first time. He pressed her against the wall as he trusted himself inside her. Quietly she moaned in his ear, making him thirst for her more. Several times he said her name on baited breath. She loved hearing his voice calling her name. He quivered under the touch of her soft fingertips against his cheek. All too soon he spent himself inside her. She just felt too good to him. Warm, and tight, begging him to finish too soon. Embarrassed, he apologized to her. Her voice was forgiving.

"There's no need." She kissed him more until there were three knocks at the door. "Looks like it was just in time." He friend, Jowan was a look out for the two of them. She put her legs down, and her skirt fell in place, no one would be the wiser.

"When will I see you again." He asked, holding her wrist, still trembling.

"You'll see me at my harrowing." She smiled with sorrow stinging her ice blue eyes. "If you have to kill me, I know it wasn't your fault."

She opened her eyes to see the last of the embers still burning in the fire. Justadreamagain. Bianca rubbed her eyes and looked up at the stars. It seemed like decades since she and Cullen looked up at the stars together from the top of the circle. Why after years had she been thinking about him all of a sudden. The last time they spoke he hated her and detested all mages for that matter. Her heart sank. He was her first love, and she his. Bianca sat up from her bed roll and looked to her companions. Alistair slept, he was so used to the cold, hard ground that he usually never woke throughout the night. Anders, whom she grew up with in the circle, stirred, but had not awaken. Oghren snored so loud some nights that she wasn't even sure how she had slept through it. And then there was Sonya, who sat staring at her from across the burning embers.

"What are you doing up?" The petite rogue asked.

"I could ask you the same question."

Sonya pointed at Oghren.

"Understandable." Bianca got up at sat next to her friend, and grey warden.

"You seemed like you were having quite the dream." Sonya grinned. Bianca looked at her with wide eyes. Her voice sounded ashamed.

"What did I do?"

"You just rolled around a lot. Fighting darkspawn were you?"

"No. It was strange. I haven't dreamed about the circle in years. All of a sudden I am." Bianca picked up a blade of grass and picked at it with her fingernail. "This time it was a memory actually. One of someone I used to love." Her voice was distant. Sonya looked at her with excitement.

"Do tell. Not like I'm going back to sleep anytime soon." She eyed the snoring dwarf.

"You can't say anything to anyone...anyone." She emphasized.

"You mean Alistair." Sonya confirmed. Bianca rolled her eyes, the moon was so full that Sonya was able to see her expression.

"Yes." She through the blade of grass at the fire pit. "He was a junior Templar at the circle, his name was Cullen. I knew he had an infatuation with me, from the day he arrived at the circle. But he wasn't like other Templars. Most of them took what they wanted, even thought they took some vow, most of them didn't care, but Cullen was different. He was quiet, and sweet. It wasn't until the night before my harrowing that he told me how he felt about me. I guess that he was afraid that I wouldn't make it. We hid in an unused class room and had a quick rendezvous while a friend watched out for us." Bianca looked up at the stars again.

"And where is he now?" Sonya waited for an answer. Bianca let out a breath.

"Last I heard, somewhere in Kirkwall. But it doesn't matter."

"Because you and Alistair...?" Sonya interrupted, only to be interrupted by Bianca.

"It has nothing to do with Alistair. After the mages in the circle had become abominations, Cullen was locked in some sort of, magical barrier the demons put up. Apparently it made him hallucinate, or something." She swished her hand in dismissal. "Nonetheless when we showed up, he spewed hate from every fiber of his being. Even saying how much he hated me and never wanted to see me again, because what we had was a lie. Alistair was there and even though it was before we had even met, it seemed to hurt him. We had talked about it later and he said it hurt him to hear someone say such things about me. I called his bull shit, and he left it at that." Bianca felt empty recalling the event. Sonya put an arm around her friend's shoulder.

"That is..." She searched for the proper term. "Unfortunate."

"Are you talking about that twat from the circle?" Anders interrupted rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Andraste's ass Anders. You should be asleep." Bianca scowled. "What exactly did you hear?"

"All I know is that for some reason you are talking about that Templar that had eyes on you."

"Well it's not any business of yours." Bianca looked over to make sure Alistair was still asleep. Anders shrugged at her.

"You shouldn't be talking so loud you wake up those of us who can't sleep through the call of a dragon." He stood up and started to walk away.

"Where are you going."

"To have a piss, what's it matter to you. If you two are going to be gossiping all night I might as well get you some wood for the fire while I'm at it." He walked away from the camp. Bianca swore under her breath.

"What's his problem?" Sonya asked, watching him walk into the darkness of the dense forest around them.

"For one, we woke him up, and two, he hates anything that has to do with the circle. The only good times he had there was when he was getting his end away with some of the other mages."

"Did the two of you ever...?" Sonya asked with a shocked look on her face. Bianca scoffed.

"Maker no! He chatted me up once or twice, but in all honesty he was too... he got around too much, and I didn't know enough magic to get rid of whatever he was giving out." Bianca laughed. Sonya wasn't laughing, thinking of the romp they had the other night.

"What do you think he has?" Her voice was nervous. Bianca snorted.

"I was only joking. Although he knows more about healing magic, you may want to ask him." She kid.

"Very funny." Sonya threw a handful of grass at Bianca. Anders came back with an armful of wood. He placed the logs strategically over the old burning embers. Bianca sent a small fire ball from her fingertips, nearly catching Anders in the flame.

"Hey watch it." He cursed.

"You still have your eyebrows." She laughed. Anders scoffed.

"So what did you say again we were doing in this blasted forest?" He asked her. Bianca held a strand of her hair between her fingers, pulling the grass Sonya had thrown at her, out.

"Supposedly the Dalish that are passing through here have seen dark spawn in some ruins they passed."

"What? You don't believe them?" He asked the lead grey warden.

"It's not that I don't believe them, I just find it hard to believe. We haven't heard of any sightings of Dark Spawn in Ferelden since the Blight nearly two years ago. Amaranthine, yes, the deep roads, yes, but the Brecilian forest? Something is up." She pulled more Grass from her long black hair. Anders looked down at her cleavage and saw more grass. Not mentioning it was there he reached his hand over and pulled the grass from between her breasts, copping a feel in the process. She slapped his hand.

"Maker's breath what is wrong with you." She scolded.

"You had grass there."

"More like you saw an opportunity."

Anders shrugged. "Call it what you like." He placed the blade of grass between his teeth. "It's been three days. How exactly are we going to find these elves."

"We will find them." She assured. "They probably have already seen us."

"Damn elves."

"Hey!" Sonya called.

"I meant the Dalish." He corrected himself. Sonya used to feel self conscious around humans about being an elf, not since she was a Grey Warden had she felt ashamed. She was from the Denerim alienage, Bianca had conscripted her not long after the Blight. She found her begging on the streets for scraps to eat, but proved she could hold her own when another elf had tried to steal her earnings. No one had taught her how to fight, it just came naturally.

"Ugh, I'm not looking forward to meeting with the Dalish." Sonya groaned.

"Why is that?" Bianca looked up from inspecting her hair.

"They always look down on City elves. Like we had a choice whether or not we were born to families already in the Alienages."

"I'm sure they won't judge, you're a Grey Warden now." Bianca placed a hand on Sonya's leg for comfort.

"We shall see."

"Well I'm hoping that we find the Dalish tomorrow." Bianca yawned. "If you two can, try and get some sleep."

Bianca awoke in the morning to the smell of cooking over the fire. It smelled like the leftover soup from the night before. Rubbing her still sleepy eyes, she saw Sonya tending to the soup.

"Did you get any sleep?" She asked Sonya.

"Some." She said, grabbing an extra bowl for Bianca. She was the last to wake up. It was odd that even Oghran was awake, and drinking before she was up. Alistair took the full bowl from Sonya and handed it to Bianca. Not before he kissed her forehead. Bianca smiled. She loved that even in the adventurous life she had, she had someone to share it with.

If her life had been spent in the circle, like most mages she would never have someone to love. Even if she had stayed and she and Cullen were together, their relationship could never become public. Female mages who had children were forced to give them up. They could not be raised in the general populous of the circle, until they had started showing signs of magic. If they showed no signs, by the age of ten, they stayed at the chantry to become either sisters, or Templars. There were several older female mages who's sons were Templars in the circle. Most of the time the boys wouldn't know. They had been kept from their mother since birth, but the mothers had their suspicion. Bianca hated the circle. Most mages did. That's why Anders had escaped so many times.

"How did you sleep, Love?" Alistair asked her as he sat down on the bed roll next to Bianca.

"I was up once maybe." She blew at the hot soup a few times before taking a sip. She liked when Sonya cooked. The food was actually edible. A hearty rabbit and onion soup that tasted even better than it smelled.

"Whenever you are ready we can get on with the day." Alistair looked up at the clouds in the sky. "You're the only one that hasn't eaten."

"Maker! How long have the rest of you been up?"

"A few hours. Anders and Oghren caught some small game whilst you were asleep. I sat here, looking stunning as always." He joked. Bianca smiled, rolled her eyes at his wit.

"Well, lets get on with it then." She handed him her empty bowl and stood up. "Will you take care of that for me so I can get my bed roll picked up."

"Yes of course Warden-Commander." He joked and walked away. Pulling her robes from her pack, she through off the oversized shirt she wore at night, and slipped her arms into the top shirt of the robes. It hugged her just below her breasts and was the color of midnight, with embellishments on it. The neck came clear up to her jaw and had a keyhole cut out where her cleavage poked out nicely, she thought. She was sure no one else had complaints about it either. Quickly she pulled on the skirt. It sat quite low on her hips. Most of the skirt was made of a stain material and had two large diamond shaped cutouts on the sides of her thighs. The bit of fabric in the front was a heavier cotton that was a crimson red that hung in the middle. It was definitely not a Circle issued mage's robe, that was for sure.

She hated the robes at the circle. The First Enchanter wouldn't change the dress code and insisted the conservative robes served their purpose. If the purpose was to stop teenage mages from having sex it wasn't doing a very good job at it. She strapped on her knee high boots and rolled up her bed, strapping it to her pack. Anders appeared nearly out of thin air scaring the crap out of her.

"Maker's breath, you scared me. What do you want?" She put a hand over her chest in surprise.

"I just wanted to make sure you were all set then. Best be on our way. Can't keep the Delish waiting. Unless you aren't dressed yet. Where are the rest of your robes?" He joked.

"These are my robes, their new. Do you like them?" She turned a little to show them off.

"I love them. They show almost all the right bits, but not quite. What does Alistair think of them?" He blatantly stared at her breasts.

"He hasn't seen them yet."

"Andastrea's...For...Bianca, what are you wearing?" Alistair practically dropped the bowl he was carrying back.

"They are my new robes." She gave him a cute smile and a quick turn.

"What do you plan on doing? Defeating dark spawn by making them wank themselves to death?" He picked the bowl back up and shoved it into her pack. "Would you please change?"

"What no. I love these robes. And besides, they don't show what much more than Sonya's armor.

"The difference is I'm not with Sonya. I don't care what she wears. Anders stop looking at her like that. He's like a mabari in heat I swear."

"I'm the Warden-Commander, I will wear whatever I want."

"Look Alistair if you are that worried, it has a hood, she can put that up."Anders laughed. Bianca began strapping on her shoulder pauldrons and gloves.

"By the paragons! Look at those! The robes, yeah...robes." Oghren raved.

"Oghren!" Alistair reprimanded.

"What I'm so used to seeing that scrawny elf's body, this is nice for a change. Say, I might even robe one out. Ehahahahaha" Oghren gave a distinct laugh at his own joke.

Alistair covered his face and walked away.

"Let's get going. If it's going to rain, at least we can get closer to the Dalish camp first."