"How did you even meet? A Ferelden apostate and a Kirkwall elite?"
-Hawke, Legacy DLC
From the moment she had laid eyes on him, she had been spellbound, as cliché as that may sound. She could easily admit that she had not been prepared for that night and if she were to relive it she still wouldn't be. Unlike others in her society, she had never been afraid of magic. Maybe that was because she had lived a rather sheltered life or just that she had never really seen magic up close. But that night she saw it.
She had no idea how many guests there had been at the Viscount's party that night, nor how many mages that had been present. The moment she saw him everything else had disappeared. Not surprising either, he had been a handsome young man and she had found out later that he had made more than just her knees weak. Gamlen had, without even been asked to, helped her to find a way to talk to him without their parents noticing. If one look was all it took for her to be spellbound then one conversation was enough to make her head over heals in love. He had been so handsome. Tall, broad-shouldered, pale skin, dark hair, blue eyes...
It had been his eyes, those piercing blue eyes that only their first-born had inherit. Those eyes had cast a spell over her. It had felt like he could see her soul, her every little secret. How was it possibly for one man to have such power? And what a power it was. It had nothing to do with magic, not even a side effect of that power source. It had simply been a part of him, of his personality. Their oldest had inherit that, and his personality as well, and had done extraordinary things with it. If Malcolm had seen how their child had grown, he would have been so proud. It wasn't that the twins had been neglected or overshadowed by their older sibling, no matter what Carver had thought, but both she and Malcolm could tell, from the moment they had held that tiny little baby, that the destiny awaiting this little human was great. Then those little eyes opened and she saw Malcolm's eyes looking back at her and just like that, she was spellbound once again.
It had been such a thrill in the beginning; a forbidden love, midnight meetings, love letters tucked away in secret hiding places. It had felt like they were in a fairytale; the heiress and the mage. And then her parents happened. They announced her betrothal to Guillaume de Launcet. Malcolm had tried to be the noble one and step back, allow her to live a peaceful and safe life but she had refused to listen to him. The night he came to say goodbye she had been attending a masked ball for the Orlesian Empress. He had been wearing a mask like everyone else but she knew the moment their eyes met that it was him. Though he did protest at her insistence to come with him, it didn't take much to convince him and together they had fled into the night.
Sometimes she wondered what she would have done differently if she would have known the results of their love. How different would her life have been if she had stayed, if she hadn't welcomed his attention or not gone to that party so long ago? But as soon as those questions entered her mind she would scoff. She knew what would have happened; her parents would have forced her to marry that man and she would have been miserable. The life she had led had not been easy but she had loved it. And why not? She had been with the man she loved, with their wonderful children. She would never trade a moment of that. And one day, when it was her turn to go to the Maker, she would be reunited with Malcolm again, this time forever.