The Trouble with Trevelyan's
Damien managed to pull away from the soldiers as he took a step toward the Seeker, but not in a threatening way. He said to her, "You see… the trouble with Trevelyan's is that we never run away. If there is problem, whether or not we're involved, we face it head on."
He paused then smiled, adding, "And you're going to see that my sister is no different."
Pairings: OCxCass, OCxDorian, OCxCullen
Slightly – AU-ish
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Age Series
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Chapter 1
We Never Run Away
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"NO! Let her go!"
A handsome rogue of brunette hair and blue eyes shouted; he has two daggers hanging at his waist on each side while a strange looking lute (1) occupied his back. A Dalish elf followed him; he has tan skin, light blonde hair, golden–colored vallaslin, and green eyes. They charged over to the group of soldiers that were carrying the girl somewhere. Other soldiers blocked their path and pushed them back.
"Let her go! She is innocent!" The Dalish elf shouted.
The panicked brunette widened his eyes as she was gone with the soldiers carrying her into a secured barn. "AMELIA!" He called.
Leliana, the Left Hand of the deceased Divine Justinia marched over to meet these strange men. Her glaring green eyes gave them pause, seeing such depths of coldness. "You! State your names and affiliations with the prisoner."
The rogue shoved the soldiers back from touching, and he straightened up. "My name is Damien Trevelyan, and this is Mahanon Lavellan. That prisoner that you falsely accuse her of murder is my little sister!"
The Spymaster did not miss the last name. Trevelyan. Divine Justinia spoke much about them. The noble Family of Ostwick was mostly trouble––yet the trouble kind that they needed to make changes in the world. The Divine had insisted on them, sending representatives to attend the Conclave.
"So you two are accomplices?" Someone else joined the conversation and Damien looked over to see an angry looking Seeker.
Cassandra marched forward, and behind her were a red–headed dwarf and bald–headed elf. Maker, if this wasn't such a serious situation and if she didn't look too scary, Damien would flirt with her. Mahanon had no doubt about that.
"Explain yourselves before I throw you both in the cells! Are you accomplices or not?" Cassandra spoke again, harshly.
The sky was torn only a couple of days ago and demons kept pouring out. One can't honestly blame another person for being so upset, and to snap at anyone. The Divine had died, the peace talks between Mages and Templars failed, and now a giant rift reigned the sky; it could possibly swallow the whole world and end everything now as they know it. It hasn't actually been easy for anyone to not mourn, and instead, fight for their lives on the battlefield. So far, nothing they have done changed anything.
Then, just a couple of hours ago, scouts reported of another rift opening at will, and a woman came out of the rift. The soldiers in that area had sworn that they saw another woman––glowing bright as gold––right behind the unknown fade visitor.
Damien only narrowed his eyes at her. "Accomplices?"
"Or not! Or NOT!" Mahanon suddenly shouted the answer, fearful of this unexpected confrontation. The two were glaring daggers at each other.
Neither seem to listen as Damien stepped up to her, which was very daring for any person to do so to the seeker. Nevertheless, he argued back:
"I am her older brother. Mahanon and I escorted her and my sister, Evelyn––Revered Mother Madeline––here in Haven! We came from the Free Marches, Ostwick City, and the two were invited by Divine Justinia herself!"
Leliana's brows raised, hearing Ostwick. The Ostwick circle?
She had heard about the Ostwick Circle. Two hundred years of no abominations and not even making any mage a tranquil. In fact, she heard from the Divine that the Ostwick Circle would always find a way to solve a problem, and not through violence if they can help it. Also, it's always a Trevelyan that was either the Knight Commander and/or the First Enchanter.
Then, there was the Chantry. Most of the mothers and sisters are related to Trevelyan's, including the Grand Cleric. The family was not only controlling the Circle, but also the chantry. Seeing the Dalish elf, then perhaps the rumors are true in Ostwick that there was a Noble home that befriended a Dalish Clan. It was only rumor, and there wasn't enough information on them. So far though, it would look to be that they are close friends.
She would have to look into more of this odd family, but for now, she would keep an eye on the both of them.
"Release her! She is no criminal!" Damien spoke out, and Varric was amused. He hadn't seen anyone try to go up against Seeker before. The Seeker stood there, glaring. For once is she unable to do anything?
Varric thought too soon.
Or did he?
"Guards! Arrest these two!" Seeker Cassandra ordered, and the guards gathered around them, trying to bind them.
Mahanon struggled and he called out, "Wait! It doesn't make sense that we're accomplices! For one thing, we were here in Haven the whole time since we arrived here, and second thing, if we were involved in the Divine's murder, then why haven't we run away?"
"You want to rescue your comrade," Cassandra pointed out.
The Dalish elf shook his head and said, "No maligned heart of villains would save their comrade's hide other than their own."
Cassandra crossed her arms at that, very suspicious of them, but Solas the Apostate Elf, came up from behind her and said, "They could be telling the truth, Seeker."
"Really?"
"There isn't any reason not to believe them."
The Seeker scoffed at that and countered, "They claim affiliations with the prisoner. We can't just believe every word!"
"Then let us show you!" Damien said, giving everyone pause. His voice and his demeanor was enough to stop the guards from pulling him away and to imprison the both of them. There was something about him that made them hesitant, and Leliana had no doubt that they could sense he was born in a higher class: a noble.
Probably why Cassandra didn't like him too much as she asked him to clarify. "What do you mean show me?"
Damien didn't falter. "We'll help you close the rifts and stop the demons from attacking. Anything to prove that we're not. Your. Enemy!"
"Oh? Is that so?" The Seeker challenged. She knows a noble when she sees one, and the way he spoke resembled a self–righteous noble and could just be saying big words, but not bringing any swords into battle. Just words.
However, the seeker would find herself wrong.
"Yes it is so!" Damien managed to pull away from the soldiers as he took a step toward the Seeker, but not threatening anymore. He said to her, "You see… the trouble with Trevelyan's is that we never run away. If there is a problem, whether or not we're involved, we face it head on."
He paused then smiled, adding, "And you're going to see that my sister is no different, Seeker." (2)
Cassandra let out a huff and said, "Fine. We'll just see about that, Trevelyan."
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Author's Notes: Not much is said about the origins of Trevelyan or what they are and how many they are. I decided to add a bit of flair in them, and create a reason why the Divine Justinia invited them in the first place.
References:
It's a Skyrim Lute
The Line will be a running Gag
Summary Facts on Trevelyan (which is why this fic is slightly an Alternate Universe
Big Family controlling the Chantry and the Circle
Peaceful Circle for the last two hundred years
Allied ties with the Lavellan Clan
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