Authors Notes: I got so inspired by the ending of this game, but I felt that it left you hanging in the end. If you have not finished the game, I must warn this will be a spoiler for you. I decided that Alistair and his Queen needed to continue their story. And what will become of Alistair's bastard and Morrigan? I hope you enjoy what my mind has come up with :)
Chapter 1: The Wedding Day
Six months had passed since Sophia Cousland had slayed the Archdemon commanding the Horde of Darkspawn that marched upon Denerim in the glorious land of Ferelden. And, she had been named the "Hero of Ferelden" since that day. And that would be the problem. Sophie did not feel that she deserved to still be alive on the day of her impending marriage to the love of her life, Alistair. The king of Ferelden had been quite busy as of late, and Sophie could admit that she was excited to spend a few days alone with the love of her life. But, did she really deserve to be Queen after what she and Alistair did the night before the big battle?
Sophia felt like she had made a deal with the devil when she allowed her love to sleep with Morrigan. Morrigan had convinced her it would be the only way to guarantee both of their safety. If she hadn't convinced Alistair to do what Morrigan had asked, either she or he wold be dead. It was the price to pay for being a Grey Warden. The only person who could have killed the Archdemon was a Grey Warden, and this usually entitled a sacrifice. She would have sacrificed herself to save Alistair. He meant the world to her, and his life was more important than hers. After all, he was the King of Ferelden now because of her.
But, with the impregnation of Morrigan by her King, the Archdemon jumped into the body of the witch and the child within her had absorbed the demon. From what Morrigan had convinced her, the child would not be evil. It would be the reincarnation of a Old God, and would live with Morrigan. The child would never meet it's father, and Sophia had to admit that she was thankful for that. But, she still had her doubts that this had really gotten rid of the Archdemon for good.
Sophia stood in the bedroom that she had rarely slept in the last few months. Most of her nights had been spent in Alistair's arms and in his bed. She wore the most extravagant dress that she had ever worn in her life. It was probably one of the most beautiful wedding dresses she had ever seen as well. Her stomach was in knots as she stared at her appearance. Her long curly black hair was hanging loose, reaching down past her waist. Her hair had grown out since the battle, where she had kept it fairly short and shoulder-length. This time of peace had really allowed her to "let her hair down" in the most literal sense.
Her tanned skin looked radiant in the white gown. It was not frilly and poofy like some she had seen. It was simple and elegant all at the same time. The skirt of the dress ended just below her ankles. The gown's bodice was decorated with several small pink pearls, and the bottom of the skirt held a ring of those same pearls. A necklace of pink pearls from the Amaranthine sea hung around her neck. She had never felt more beautiful in her life. She had also never felt more feminine. Her father, Teryn Bryce Cousland, had raised her almost like another son. Her mother, Eleanor, had tried her best to feminize her, but Sophie had always been her father's daughter. The memory of her deceased parents brought tears to her eyes, even after such a long time. She prayed to the Maker that they would know that she was happy and safe and loved. Sophie heard a soft knock on the door, and she turned, speaking allowed, "Come in."
The door opened to reveal her older brother, Teryn Fergus Cousland, with a huge grin on her face. She smiled as he approached her, in absolute silence. "Maker's Breath, dear sister. You have never looked more beautiful." She blushed as she kissed her brother on his cheek, thankful that he had been able to arrive from Highever. "I will take that as a compliment, dear brother. How is Highever?" She asked as she turned back to the mirror, messing with her dress and her hair. Her brother laughed and stood beside her, taking her hands in his. "Highever is well. And you are nervous. Relax. Alistair is a lucky man." She nodded, forcing a smile to her face. Her blue-green eyes watched her brother, who sat down at the desk in her room. "And it might do you well to know that your future husband is just as nervous."
She smirked as she turned from the mirror for the final time, and walked slowly over to her bed, sitting on the edge just in front of her elder brother. "You saw him, Fergus?" He nodded, with a twinkle in his eye that Sophie could not quite place the reason why. "He is just as nervous as you, but I have never seen him happier." She could feel herself relaxing to the thought that her love was happy. She was afraid he would have seconds thoughts about marrying her. She didn't know if she was good enough for him. Alistair was still incredibly naive to a lot of things about this world. And she wanted to stay beside him as long as the Maker allowed her. Neither one had much time left. They were both in their early twenties, Alistair a year or so older than she, and her twenty-first birthday had just came and gone a few days ago. As Alistair had told her all those months ago, after the Joining a person was only allowed thirty years at the max before the taint would overtake their bodies. It was a heavy price to pay for holding the power to destroy the Archdemon.
"He makes me happy. I am glad that I have been able to make him as happy as he has made me." Sophie fiddled with a piece of string on her dress, before looking up at her brother. He could see that something was troubling her. "What's wrong, sister? Are you worried he will call it off?" She shook her head at his statement. She knew Alistair would not call this off. He loved her. The whole city knew of his love for the Hero of Ferelden. It was no surprise to anyone. She was bothered by thoughts of her parents and of Morrigan on this day. The day that was supposed to be the happiest day of her life was bothered by thoughts she wished she could erase from her mind. She tried her best to push them both from her mind every day, but they still tortured her with memories and pain.
"I – have been thinking about Father and Mother. That is all."
"Sophie, I am sure they are here in spirit. And I am sure they are both very proud of you."
She sighed, knowing that her brother was right. She was thankful that he had managed to get away from the battle at Ostagar and survive the Blight. She had not lost all of her family the day Arl Howe had betrayed her father. Sophie turned as yet another prescience arrived in her doorway. It was Wynne, one of her dearest friends. Sophie looked to the older woman as a mother-figure, and she had stayed in the castle to represent the Circle of Magi. "My lady, we are ready to begin. They sent me to bring you."
She nodded, feeling all of the nerves build back up inside of her once more. She stood up, her brother taking her hand and helping her to lead her out of the bedroom with the long train that trailed behind her. Her brother would be giving her away on this day, and she would forever be known as Princess-Consort Sophia Theirin. Her nerves began to bubble up inside of her, as her brother and Wynne lead her towards the doors of the assembly hall. Her wedding would be held just behind these doors.
"Are you ready, dear sister?"
"I am as ready as I will ever be."
Wynne gave them the signal only moments later, and the doors opened into the hall. The entire court was watching from the balconies above, or on the ground between the red carpet. Her eyes immediately met with Alistair, who stood at the end of the long walk. He smiled at her, and she felt more relaxed just by the sight of him. He was dashing in his golden armor that she had come accustomed to seeing him in. He had every appearance of a king now, but his softness for her had never faded.
They walked slowly down the aisle, as Sophie suppressed the urge to run to him. She always felt the urge to run to him. She had been running to him her whole life, and now would be the moment that marked the rest of their lives together. They stood in front of the Reverend Mother and Alistair at the end of the aisle. His eyes never left her, and Sophie had grown quite accustomed to her love's gaze in the time they had spent together. It always made her feel special, and wanted to see the look of longing in his bright blue eyes. The Reverend Mother spoke, addressing Fergus. "Who gives this woman to be with this man?"
"I do."
The Reverend Mother nodded and Fergus leaned down to kiss his sister's forehead before placing her hand in Alistair's. The ceremony proceeded, calling for the Maker to bless the union of King Alistair and his Princess-Consort. They both said their vows, and Alistair brought tears to her eyes with his beautiful words. He told her of his devotion to her, and of how strong she had made him. She told him of how much she loved him, and how much she honored him as a person, a friend, and the love of her life. Shortly after the vows, the couple gave each other their wedding rings, pledging their eternal love and loyalty. Alistair's ring was silver, and fairly plan except for the words encircling the band "Forever and Always". The ring Alistair placed upon Sophia's finger was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen. The diamond was one of the biggest she had ever seen, and it was encircled with a heart made of red rubies.
As the ceremony came to a close, The Reverend Mother spoke the immortal words that would bind them together forever. "My King, you may now kiss your bride." Alistair grinned, as he pulled Sophia into his arms, and placing his lips upon her. She instantly relaxed to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. She could hear the cheers from the people in the Assembly, but she had all but blocked them out. To her, Alistair was the only person in the room. She blushed when he pulled away, brushing a small strand of her loose hair from her face, as the Reverend Mother introduced their new Princess. "May I present King Alistair Theirin and his wife, Princess-Consort Sophia Cousland Theirin."
The reception that followed the wedding was held in the dining hall. Sophia was congratulated, as people swore their loyalty. She had never felt more out of place in her whole life. As the people at the reception, talked and laughed and danced, Sophie made her way out of the hall and into a corridor off towards the kitchen. She stood next to the wall, catching her breath. She knew she would have to get use to all of this attention. She was still not used to being called the hero of Ferelden. Now that she was royalty, things would only get worse.
She closed her eyes, before she felt a hand on her wrist, pulling her behind the column she had been resting on. She gasped at first, but realized shortly after that it was only Alistair. She smiled as he pulled her close to him, taunting him. "You had to get away from it as well, my love?" He nodded, and Sophie knew what he wanted. They had not been alone together like this for several days. They had both been attending to their duties, and their love life had faltered a little. "I am just eager to get you alone, my wife."
The words he spoke brought a warmth to her heart, enjoying the sweetness of how that word sounded on his lips. "You have never looked more beautiful than you did today, Sophie. It was breathtaking." She blushed, shrugging off his compliment as she in turn complimented his appearance. "You looked rather dashing yourself, my king." Her eyes teased him, for she wanted exactly what he did. And the danger of being caught in this hallway was heightening her arousal even though they had not touched yet. Just being in a room with Alistair was enough to make her quiver in anticipation. She had never felt that way about anyone, and didn't expect to feel that way again.
He took the cue, and pressed her up against the wall behind her, holding her hands above her head. "And now I have you right where I want you. What are you going to do, pet?" She grinned and smirked at him. He could have had her right then and there, and she would not have objected to it at all. "Well, I could refuse you, but that would just be cruel." She whispered, an almost devilish grin appeared on her face as he pressed his lips against hers harshly, the fire in their kiss almost greater than anything she had ever felt. It was different than any way she had ever felt from him before. Their tongues danced with each other as he pushed himself against her. She could feel him, and feel his desire for her. That small fact heightened her own sense of desire as he moved from her lips to her neck, releasing her hands.
Sophie wrapped her arms around him, pulling his body as close to her as he could be. She felt his hand wondering up the flimsy silk skirt of her wedding dress, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure as he kissed and bit at her neck. She found her undoing the sash around his waist and pushing the dress robe that he wore back, thankful that his armor had been discarded after the wedding. With his robe discarded, the only pieces of clothing left was a silk shirt and a pair of leather pants. It didn't take her long to remove the shirt and pants as he pushed up her skirt all the while sharing a passionate and warm kiss. As soon as he pressed himself against her, she was in heaven.
It had been too long. A week was far too long for either of them. He broke the kiss a few moments later, and picked her up, pushing her up the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. It was a position they both enjoyed, and her excitement grew. It only took a second for him to enter her, and she let out a satisfied sigh as he held onto her waist to steady her against the wall. Her fingers ran through his short, sandy blonde hair as he plunged deeper into her, sending both moans and screams of enjoyment from her. Her eyes closed in pure euphoria. He watched his bride, her enjoyment increasing his will to please her. Alistair would do anything for her.
As he climaxed inside of her, she let out once final moan of pleasure as pulled her feet off his waist, placing her on the ground. He almost collapsed against her and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her. Their bodies heaved from the heavy breathing of their love-making as the both tried to regain their energy. She laughed as he moved away from her a few moments later. "What are you laughing about?" She grinned as she placed a hand on his face. "If this is the reunion I get every time we don't couple for a while, I am beginning to wonder if I should start denying you."
His gaze got very serious as he pushed her up against the wall again, their eyes meeting as he held her hands once again. "And if you do that I will have to punish you." She grinned as his face broke into a smile, whispering her next words. "Is that a promise?" She teased him once again, knowing that if he wanted he would teach her a lesson, he would. And, frankly Sophie would enjoy it. There was nothing either of them enjoyed more than a rough coupling. The gentle ones had happened before, but desire usually over took them both, and the gentle ones never lasted for long. He smiled as he kissed her forehead, before pulling his pants up, and buttoning back up his shirt. She grinned as she helped him to pull the robe back on, tying the sash.
His eyes never left her, and she smiled when she was finished. He spoke three simple words to her as she straightened out the skirt of her dress, ignoring the small tear near the bottom of the skirt. "I love you." She leaned up, placing a small kiss on his lips, before pulling away. She spoke to him, with the grin and glow from their coupling remaining constant with her. "And I love you, my King. But, I believe we should return to the party before they send a search party." Alistair laughed as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulling him close to him. "I think they all know what just happened, my dear. Your moans were loud enough to wake the dead."
She glared at him, shoving him slightly. He continued to laugh at her, kissing her forehead when he rejoined her. She knew he was only teasing her, as they entered the dining hall once again, holding hands.