Wynne felt her heart stop. She felt the ache, and as she clutched at the fabric that laid over where her heart would be, she couldn't look away. Away from him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw him kiss the black haired woman. One of his hands was buried in the woman's short hair, the other was slowly undoing the woman's buckles to her leather armor. She was close enough to them to know that it was him, but from the angle that she was at, she couldn't see his face. Or the other woman's.
She tried so hard to stop the tears, to push them back, but they fell across her heavily tattooed face and onto the boulder that she was perched on. Her dark forest green eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the horrible scene. She tried but it wasn't any use. The last time she had seen him was six years ago. Before she took the position of the Warden Commander, and before he left to go settle some debts in his home country. He had told her that he had loved her. He had seen her go through the pain of losing someone, and he had helped her through it. He had had her back through it all. Even at the end, when she had kissed him goodbye before they stormed the top of Fort Drakkon to finish what she had started. What they started.
Her right hand absently touched the dark green emerald earring that dangled from the tip of her left ear. It was a gift from him, a gift that told her that he loved her, and that he had always wanted to be with her. But now...she couldn't believe it.
She finally found the strength to look away from the nightmare that was playing out for her when she realized that the other woman's leathers chest plate was removed, as well as his. Anger welled up in her, pushing back the shock, and pain that had quickly overpowered her. Gritting her teeth, she yanked off the dark blue hood setting her long silver white hair free. Placing a recently fletched arrow to her bow, she stood up, drew back the arrow, and took aim at the couple that were completely oblivious to her. Tears now freely fell from her cheeks as she looked at them. Then, after taking a quick breath she raised her arrow just right in the air and when she exhaled, she let the arrow fly.
Her eyes followed it as it flew in the air. Her lips silently said a prayer to Andruil as she watched it gather height then quickly turn and descend on its target.
When the arrow hit him, he jumped back in alarm and pain. She knew it would take much more than that to bring him down, and as soon as the black haired woman saw that he was hit, she lunged for her daggers that were tossed aside only a few moments ago.
She stood tall, drawing every strength she had left in her. She felt broken, but she couldn't let him see it. Not now. She didn't back down either, as he slowly pulled the arrow from his shoulder and look around to see where it came from. Unlike the other woman, who was now quickly putting her leathers back on with her head quickly turning and looking all around, he calmly looked at the arrow then slowly up. As if he knew it was her, she saw him look directly at her and froze. A warm wind from the coast rose, mingling and twirling Wynne's silver hair into the air, and only when it died down did she move.
Gracefully like a deer being hunted, she jumped down from the boulder, onto the sandy path and ran. She knew how to hide her trail, and quickly jumped back onto another rock ridge. Leaping from rock to rock, she finally made it down to the coast line and ran as fast as she could away from that place. Away from him.
She thought she could hear him, yelling her name after her, telling her to stop, but she didn't, couldn't, believe it. She refused to even look back, and only when she knew she wasn't being followed, did she hide in a cave.
Wynne Mahariel, Dalish Hunter, Hero of Ferelden, Commander of the Grey Wardens, collapsed on the ground and cried.