I got skyrim for my ps4 and I also love dragon age origins so I decided to do this crossover.
Skyrim the land of frost and snow, something that would put Ferelden's own winter to shame. King Alistair, let out a soft whistle as his horse lightly stepped back. Right beside Alistair, he heard a soft but loving feminine chuckle.
"Oh, Alistair."
Looking over at his loving wife and fellow grey warden, he wiggled his eyebrows jokingly at her. She couldn't stop her massive giggle fit at just how ridiculous Alistair looked.
"I'm sorry, you're majesty and highness...If you wish to make it to Solitude before dark then I would suggest we hurry along." An imperial female guard spoke to them, the other four imperial guards nodded along, clearly just wanting to continue.
"Right. Right." The queen giggled softly and gently urged her horse forward, Alistair did the same. Seeing the gloomy sky above them, Alistair gently adjusted his cloak.
"Hopefully the snow won't fall till after we arrived in Solitude." Alistair shuddered.
"You sound more concerned about the snow than you were about the Darkspawn." The queen laughed softly as they passed a river. Looking over at the river she almost wanted to stop and stare at it, if there was one thing that Skyrim had better than Ferelden, it was the beautiful landscapes and scenery, still she continued on, if starts to snow because she wanted to look at a river, she'd never hear the end of it.
"The Darkspawn are almost gone, Love, here, it seems like the snow lasts forever." Alistair brought up with a smirk.
"Imperial business, be on your way." The same female guard spoke, making both Alistair and the Queen look down from their horses.
It was a woman just walking opposite of them, the queen narrowed her eyes as the woman sauntered passed all of them. She was covered head to toe in black and red leather armor. The queen couldn't even see her face, all she could see was the long cat-like tail that the woman had as she continued to walk on. Right behind the woman was what seemed like a dancing jester, the jester giggled madly at the queen but said nothing as he followed obediently.
"Ah, damn Khajiit, always up to no good." The female soldier sighed.
"I'm sorry, but that woman had a tail, an actual tail, and that's normal?" The queen questioned.
"Never been to Skyrim, I take it?" The soldier asked with a chuckle.
"No. Born and Raised in Ferelden."
"Ah, so then the most you get are the elves. Here in Tamriel we have all different races, the woman that passed us was a Khajiit, cats that walk and talk like us, notorious for stealing, be wary around them."
"Oh goodie, a walking talking cat," Alistair started rather sarcastically before continuing, "I do wonder if she'll let me pet her ears if I give her a nice bowl of cream."
The queen couldn't help but giggle some more at Alistair.
"Please don't." She told her loved one with a warm smile. The horse continued along the trail the only sounds between the group was the wind and the clomping of the horse hoofs against the stone. Looking up at the sky, the queen heard Alistair sigh out bitterly as the snow slowly started to fall. She then heard the unmistakable sound of an arrow rushing by,
That was when the queen's horse suddenly reared up whinnying loudly. Unable to maintain her grip on the reins, the queen slipped from the horses back and fell harshly onto the cold hard street. Crying out, she looked up to see her horse's hoofs coming down fast. Letting out a loud cry, her instincts kicked in. Bringing her arms up, she rolled over to her side, just barely missing the hoofs landing on her head. Rushing up, she pulled her hidden dual blades out from beneath her fancy clothes and stood there, armed and ready for a fight. Breathing heavily she stood there her eyes slowly scanning the foggy cold landscape. She felt someone walk beside her and heard the sound of Alistair slowly brandishing his own sword. Seeing the guards all stand there, their own weapons out as they ran around for a few seconds looking
"I guess it was nothing." A guard shrugged and others did the same and put their weapons of choice away.
"Nothing? My horse has an arrow in it's hide!" The queen yelled as she gestured to her white horse that was snorting and now circling around trying to locate the arrow.
The female guard walked over and proceeded to yank the arrow out causing the animal to whinney once more and then it quickly bucked the woman.
"Oop!" The woman cried slightly as she landed on her back. The queen put a hand on her hip and watched as the woman slowly stood. Putting the arrow in the air, she shrugged.
"Clearly just an accident, let's get going." The female told the queen as she ushered her back to her horse.
"A-Accident?...How?" Alistair questioned as he put his sword back on his side, then got back on his own horse.
"Look, we can sit here and discuss this, or we can get to solitude at a reasonable time." The guard told the queen sternly and the queen just sighed and put her weapons away.
"Fine." She stiffly muttered as she got back on her horse.
Thankfully, Solitude wasn't that far away and they made it there before the snow started to heavily fall. Once their horses were taken to the stables, the two walked in Solitude with their guards surrounding them. Jarl Elisif was the first to greet and bow to them.
"I am glad you two agreed to meet with me." Elisif greeted both of them as she bowed, respectfully they both bowed back. "Please. Let's hurry to my palace, you two must be freezing."
"You have no idea." Alistair laughed as everyone hurried off to the blue palace.
"Oh, dear Listener, I apologize. I figured the horse would buck her into the freezing water!" Cicero half whined as he was being dragged by the ear up to the Solitude gates.
"That still wouldn't have killed her. Next time, let me do it. Don't shoot her, leave that to me. If anything. You can shoot the king with this. It's a strong paralysis poison. Remember the contract said specifically to leave King Alistair alive. Do not mess this up." She snapped bitterly to him as she finally let go of his ear
"Yes, Listener, humble Cicero is here to serve," Cicero responded obediently as he rubbed his sore ear.
"Dragonborn." A guard acknowledged her as he passed and she just sighed out.
"This is going to be harder than I thought. Too many people know me...We'll get through this, though, I just need to think of a plan, come, Cicero lets scope out the palace."
"Of course! Dear Listener!"
Together the two stalked around the outside of the palace, looking though every nook and cranny, that was until the two of them made it to a very familiar looking clearing with a balcony. Seeing the king and queen of Ferelden talking to Elisif on the top of the balcony the Dragonborn Placed a hand on her hip and just couldn't help but slowly smirk as the queen's eyes met hers.
"It seems like...History just might repeat itself..." She responded before turning and walking away. That smirk never once leaving her lips.