FenrisxFemHawke Romance
Name: Kyra Hawke
Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, pale
Class: Mage with a bit of rogue training(from Isabella)
So this is not the normal game story line. We're still in Kirkwall, but Fenris never escaped Danarius. Instead, Danarius took Fenris to Kirkwall on a business trip and invested in some real estate, which Hawke finds to be displeasing. This takes place after the expedition, both siblings passed away only mother remains. I know, this has more dialogue than there should be, but the next part will be better I promise. So, please, enjoy!
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"What?!" Yelled Hawke, slamming her hands on the desk in front of her. She stood in the Viscount's office, papers and bags of coin ready to get her family's mansion back after the black hair covered half her face as she stared down the Viscount, her green eyes narrowing. "What do you mean there's a Tevinter Magister living in the estate?"
"He came into Kirkwall while you were on your trip, cleared the place of bandits." The Viscount sighed. "He claimed it as his own, saying he has business here. At the time I was more worried about the Qunari."
"Then kick him out! He has no right to that property!" Hawke insisted. "As far as these papers are concerned, I own that estate."
"I can't just kick him out. He holds too much influence in Tevinter. It could start a war I don't need." The Viscount told her. "I'm in a rather difficult position."
"If you won't do anything,then I will." She declared. "I will not have slaver scum in my family home. Once he is dead, I expect there will be no more complications?" Hawke looked at the Viscount sternly.
"This will still cause some problems politically…" He said, "But it will be easier to deal with. I will not stop you." The Viscount's attendant gave him a shocked look that he simply dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I do not agree with the slavery of Tevinter, and do not want it in my city. Do what you must." Hake gave a quick bow before silently storming out of his office. If she was going to take on a Magister then she'd need her companions, so she headed for the Hanged Man.
Hawke now stood outside of her estate in Hightown, breathing in the evening air to calm her nerves. She had Varric, Aveline and Anders at her side. Once she had explained the situations they had been quick to follow her. She had her armor on, though instead of the usual mage robe she wore more of a rogue look. She had a black trench coat that stopped at her knees with a red shirt underneath, dark pants and boots. She had her staff strapped to her back and her long hair was tied up so not to get tangled with her weapon.
"So. This is it, huh?" Whistled Varric. "Quite impressive, your family must have been very powerful back in the day, Hawke."
"Indeed.." She said dryly. "Let's go interrupt their dinner shall we?" She walked up to the house, swinging the door open, letting it slam against the wall. She lead her companions inside, stopping in the middle of the foyer. In front of her were stairs,probably leading to a rather large quantity of bedrooms, she guessed. At the top of the stairs stood a man in robes, talking to a couple me. That must be the magister.
"Oh dear, looks like we missed supper." Hawke said, crossing her arms,glancing at Varric. "It was probably such a grand dinner."
"I was looking forward to the wine." Varric chipped in, chuckling. The magister noticed them, looking down with a rather annoyed look.
"I do not recall inviting you into my home, nor do I know you." He said, "I would demand to know what your business is."
"Are you the magister?" Hawke asked, brushing off his questions.
"Yes. I am Danarius, Magister of Tevinter and part of the council." He answered, his annoyance growing. "My questions still stand."
"I am Kyra Hawke, rightful owner of this estate." She declared. "You have two options: Leave, or fight me." As she finished her sentence, a man who was standing in the shadows stepped forward, standing just behind Danarius. He was an elf with white hair, his armor looked rather spiky.
"I do believe the Viscount has given me rights to this property." Danarius said, slowly making his way down the stairs. the elf followed. Upon closer inspection, Hawke could see a large sword strapped to his back as well as some tattoos. Tattoos on elves was not a rare occurrence, but his seemed to glow in the light. "But, seeing how you insist and you came all this way…" Danarius motioned to the elf, who then drew his sword. "I'll enjoy watching you die."
"Wait just a moment, ser," Varric interjected, stepping forward and flashing his charming grin. "This young lady has challenged you to a fight. Here in Kirkwall this is called a duel and is to be fought one on one."
Danarius stopped, combing his fingers through his beard thoughtfully as he sized up Hawke. "Very well." He states after a moment. The elf put his sword away and stepped back. "Your companions can watch us from up there," he motioned toward the stairs where his two guests stood, observing. "That way no one will interfere."
Hawke nodded, and the three went and joined the men. The elf followed, standing back in the shadows. She drew her staff. It was a simple one with just a blue orb at the top, contrasting Danarius' flashy one. "So, to the death it is?" She asked sweetly. Just from the moments she had spent in this man's presence, she could tell how cruel and merciless he was.
"To the death." He agreed, a second later waving his staff and sending a fireball directly at her.
