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Alistair: "I get it. I get it. Just so you, if the king ever asks me to put on a dress and dance the Remigold, I'm drawing the line. Darkspawn or no."
Warden: "I think I'd like to see that."
Alistair: "For you, maybe. But it has to be a pretty dress."
Alistair sighed. He had been looking at these papers and treaties Eamon had given him for far too long and was starting to get a headache. He wished Neria was here with her encouraging smile and maybe a healing spell. How had he been convinced to remain behind while she rescued Anora? Oh yeah, he loved her. The number of things that woman could get him to do just by looking at him with those grey-blue eyes was embarrassing. It ranged from the life changing, "Alistair, you need to become king," to the weird, "Alistair, use your Templar abilities on me, I want to know what it feels like," to the mundane, "Alistair, can you chop some wood for our fire tonight?" on an extremely hot day. Although, Alistair supposed, the last one could have been an excuse to get him to take his shirt off. Knowing Neria, it probably was.
Alistair decided to go talk to Eamon, try to wrap his brain around the whole becoming king thing. Not for the first time, he wished Cailan was still alive so he wouldn't even have to think about becoming king. Then, Neria and he could travel, just like they talked about at the beginning of this little adventure. Alistair smiled at the memory. Awkwardly enough, both he and Neria had been nearly half naked during this conversation. Passing through Eamon's richly decorated estate, he contemplated visiting Wynne for a healing spell before deciding against it. She was probably busy brewing poultices along with Leliana and Morrigan, the ones in the party who were best trained in those abilities. He reached Eamon's study, but before he could even get a word out, Anora, Zevran, Stehn, and Neria's Mabari Thorn burst into the room.
"We have a problem," Anora exclaimed. "The Warden has been captured."
"What! How?" Alistair burst out. He knew he should have insisted on coming along.
"She gave herself up to Ser Cauthrian," explained Anora.
"Why didn't she try and fight back?" asked Alistair, confused.
"She didn't want any more bloodshed, and to prove that Arl Howe was wrong," Zevran told him.
"That's not important right now. What we need to is a plan to rescue her," said Anora, in a clipped tone. "She's probably been taken to Fort Drakon.
"Oh, I believe I can come up with a decent plan," said Zevran, with a glint in his eyes. Alistair really didn't like the way the Antivan was staring at him. "I will need a couple of hours to gather supplies though," he continued.
Anora nodded. "Do what you must. Hurry though. We need her back as soon as possible." With that, she glided out of the room.
Alistair stood there, dumbfounded. Of course something like this would happen the one time he wasn't there to help, although what he could have done besides getting captured as well he wasn't sure. He wouldn't have cared though, as long as he was with her. He was so lost in thought he almost didn't notice Zevran walking briskly out of the room. Alistair ran after him and almost bowled over the elf.
His ears look just like Neria's thought Alistair before regaining his bearings.
Zevran looked at him coolly. "Yes?" he asked.
"Whatever you're doing, I want in too. I'm not staying behind this time," Alistair declared.
Zevran nodded. "Okay. I had planned on having you accompany me anyway, so this just makes easier." He paused. "A while ago, your Warden told me you offered to put on a dress and dance the Remigold for her. Tell me, does this still hold true?"
"Of course," said Alistair. "But what does that have to do with anything, and since when is she my Warden?"
"Since you got to know her personally, quite personally, if I might a-"
"La la la, not listening," Alistair said loudly. "You still haven't answered my question, what does a dress have to do with your plan?"
Zevran just looked at him mischeviously. "You will see, my dear Alistair, you will see."
AN: I fell in love with this game and Alistair the first time I played it. Have played it through four times since then. Surana was my first character, so I have a soft spot for her. This story is basically how I think the Alistair/Zevran rescue from Fort Drakon should have gone, and a little bit of what follows after.
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