a/n-I do not own Dragon Age, it is owned by BioWare. Also, this is my first fanfic, so reviews would be helpful. I hope you enjoy : )

Prologue

"Alistair please don't do this." Aubrie begged him as he gathered his belongings. They were in Alistair's room, at Arl Eamon's Estate. Aubrie sat on the edge of the bed watching her love, trying her best not to cry. She was failing miserably, though she could not help herself. She was losing the last person in her life that really mattered, her whole reason for being. Without him, surely she could not survive.

She knew her actions would upset him. She even expected he might not want to talk to her for the rest of the night. However, she never imagined that he would want to leave.

"It's too late Aubrie." He spoke while he packed. "What you've done is unforgivable. What made you think it would be ok? That I would accept that slime as a brother? You should know me better than that."

"Alistair, please hear me out," she was still begging. She knew she must sound pathetic, but she was desperate. "I had a really good reason for choosing to spare Loghain's life."

"No Aubrie, it doesn't matter. It's over now." He finished packing and looked at her. "There's nothing you can do or say that will change my mind."

With that, he grabbed his pack and walked out the door of the guest room. She stood up and started to go after him. Before she could continue, however, the room began to spin. She started to fall back, then she felt someones arms around her. "Alistair," she moaned.

"No Tesero," Zevran said in his smooth Antivan accent. He had been standing outside the door and heard the whole thing. "It is I, your devoted assassin. I am bringing you to Wynne."

"No Zevran, we ha-have to st-stop Alistair." She was becoming hysteric. "W-We ha-have to ca-catch him"

As he laid her on the bed in Wynne's room, he said in a soothing voice, "Calm down Tesero. I will go find your Templar. For now let Wynne take care of you"

She watched him walk out of the room. She then turned to Wynne. "Alistair will come back to me, won't he Wynne."

Wynne could see the hope turn to despair in Aubrie's eyes and she wanted so much to assure her that he would. But she couldn't lie. All she could say was, "I hope so."

Aubrie felt sick and then suddenly she was retching over the side of the bed. After there was nothing left, she laid back down in a fetal position. She cried until sleep overtook her.

***

Hours later when she finally awoke, Wynne was sitting next to the bed. "You're awake, how do you feel?" she asked.

Aubrie sat up. Her head was pounding. "Like I've been up all night drinking Dwarven Ale." She looked down and saw that she was no longer in her own clothes. Instead she was wearing an outfit made for a man. "Wynne where are my clothes?"

"When you got sick, some of it got on your clothes." she answered. "So I asked Zevran if we could borrow one of his outfits. I know they are not fitting, but at least they are clean.

Aubrie felt embarrassed and she looked down at her hands. "Oh, thank you then."

"No bother." Wynne said with a small smile. Then she asked, "Aubrie, I hope you don't mind me asking, but...while I was changing your clothes, I noticed....some things. When was the last time you had your cycle?"

Aubrie felt herself start to blush. At first she was going to tell the elderly mage, that though she appreciated her concern, that was not something she wished to discuss. However, her words had her thinking. "Come to think of it, it's been a couple months. Why do you ask?"

The mage did not look surprised. "Aubrie, I believe you may be...with child."