A little background: Hawke disappeared after the battle with Meredith, she joined forces with the mages because obviously, not all of them could be blamed for the mess Anders caused. Sebastian is the Prince of Starkhaven and searches for her to protect her from the Divine Justinia because she wants to judge Hawke for the Chantrys destruction. Anyway, Sebastian will try and do anything to find her, and when he finds her, he won't let her go. Justinia will be furious when she hears that she's there but Sebastian won't hand her out. A war for Hawke's freedom is going to be fought, but will there be a high price to pay?

There will be a few OC's, some of Sebastian's past. Hope you like it :-)

I'm re-updating the chapters, because I saw many errors. Anyway, hope you enjoy the path set before our lovely Prince and his Princess. Lol.

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Starkhaven, the big and golden city in its early morning hours, the people woke up and started to go to their work, the shop clerks were opening their shops, the farmers were starting their work around the cows and pigs; everything was on a daily schedule. Starkhaven was shining again, after so many years of tyrannizing the flock and giving the nobles every possible privilege they could get, the working class and the poor were happy once more. Their lives went to the better end, thanks to the true heir of Starkhaven.

True, the nobles were very angry, but they couldn't change a thing, their words were nothing compared to the words of their Prince. Although the Prince was still a bit sloppy and he still had to get used to rule, but he was doing great despite the fact he is a former Chantry brother and a rake. The people decided to give him a chance though, and they didn't regret it. Many new buildings were built, the economy system balanced out, new trading routes were established. Everything is like it was when his father, Prince Alexander ruled. Starkhaven was at the economic peak when his father ruled, and he had a hard time to prove that he could rule just as well.

A meeting with the merchants and traders from all over Thedas was about to start, but one person was missing, and Fenris was striding through the castle halls…again. He was angry and his steps were hard and fast, the noise carrying all over the castle. Everyone heard him and the servants were staring at him before he shot them an angry glare, and all the servants returned to their business. Fenris knew where he was going so his walk was determined and fast. He couldn't figure out how he could be so reckless when the most important people would arrive to see him, and he was drinking through the night again.

He came to his goal and banged angrily on the door, once, twice, but there was no answer. Fenris waited a few moments before he lost his temper and hurried the door open. Looking at the bed he saw a dressed prince lying on his stomach, his head covered with a pillow. The room bore the smell of whiskey and wine, cards were scattered across the table, the bed was messy...Fenris shook his head as he came to the bed, stopping just a few inches away as he stared down at the Prince.

"Go away." Fenris managed to hear a lazy and muffled voice going from the pillow and he had to suppress the urge to toss the Prince out of the bed.

"The meeting has started and they await you, Sebastian, you need to get up." He said as he grabbed the pillow form his head, causing Sebastian to sit up hastily. His vision was still a little blurred, he rubbed his eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed, his headache unbearable as his eyes still adjusted to the bright light in his room, which made his headache only more difficult to bear.

"Oh my, the meeting…Maker my head…" He said as he cradled his face in his palms. Fenris glanced at the room; all over his desk were empty wine bottles, cards from playing diamondback, and Fenris had to smile.

"Varric and drinking again?" He said, but Sebastian hushed him.

"Please not so loud…I really need to stop him from smuggling such hard stuff in here, Fenris. This whiskey could kill someone…Maker my head." Said Sebastian as he remembered his drinking night with Varric. No matter how much he drank, he couldn't beat the dwarf. Sebastian had the feeling he cheated and mixed the whiskey with water. There were many nights like this, sometimes Fenris and Isabella played diamondback with them, and sometimes Varric came to talk about the old days.

They were drinking some hard whiskey from Antiva, a few mugs of it and you are drunk. He had to be careful though, so that no servants would spot their Prince drunk or drinking too much. At first, he went to the tavern Varric bought here in Starkhaven, The Lucky Goat, but soon it was rumored that the Prince has regained all of his bad habits, so Varric suggested him to come to his room every once in a month or two to have a night with their friends. Sebastian was still sitting on the bed as Fenris started to hide the bottles in his room, creating as much noise as possible with them.

"Fenris...does that have to be so loud?" Fenris smiled, making even more noise until all the bottles were well hidden.

"Tell the servants not to come to your room; it may ruin your reputation." He said bitterly to him, Sebastian just nodded before he stood up and went to the washbasin to clean himself.

"I'll tell the merchants that you had other business, but I await you in five." Fenris closed the door and left, frustrated from Sebastian's lack of discipline. Sebastian took some fresh clothes and changed, but before he left he stopped before the mirror. His eyes were red, little dark circles formed under them, he wasn't shaved, and his birthday was in a few days. His expression darkened at the thought of his birthday. It would be his 30th birthday, and as the court dictates he would soon need to be married to some noble daughter. But he didn't want that; he wanted to fall in love and marry someone he loves, like his grandfather and father. But the only person who had any real chance to be his wife, was not here.

His face grew sad at the thought of her, his heart tightening in his chest. At the time she was around him, he was in the Chantry, bound away from her because of his vows and dedication to the Maker and Andraste. Now when he was prince, when he could give her everything, she was gone, hiding from the divine's army. He still carried her face in his mind, like a keepsake, he still remembered the sound of her voice, the smell and look of her hair. He still remembered her meadow green eyes which shone at him with such intensity that he always thought he would pass out. Her voice was soft, sweet, like a melody. She had a few freckles on her face, not too many, but still enough for everyone to notice them. Her hair was blonde and shoulder length when he last saw her, it's probably longer now, he thought as he looked at his reflection.

He shook his head to banish the thoughts from her lest he would get drunk again in hope to forget her. He left his room, telling the servants not to enter it. The servants looked at each other confused, but they obeyed. Sebastian took a quickened pace to the throne room before the guards announced him. Everyone fell to his knees as Sebastian went to sit at his throne. Before he sat down he glanced at the big hall and told everyone to stand up, that the meeting can begin. Sebastian rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, he was clearly annoyed from their presence but he had to get through it. He hadn't the nerve to settle their problems, but he had to do it, he was the person they turn to if they have any problems. One stepped a few feet towards him and bowed before he spoke.

"Your Highness, my caravan was attacked by bandits the other day, and I have lost all my goods to them. I just wanted to report my loss to you, that I will have nothing to sell this week." The man bowed again and Sebastian looked at Fenris.

"Thank you, sir, my guards will see to that problem immediately. Anything else?"

"No, Your Highness." The man bowed again and left, a few moments later another merchant approached and Sebastian let out a frustrated breath. The merchant, Lars Chadwick, approached. He was a particular one, asking for coin for every little piece of damage that happened to him or his caravan. In other words, Sebastian hated that guy, he was annoying and stubborn. He bowed and started to speak.

"Your Highness, my cart has been damaged; therefore I cannot bring my goods to the city. I beg our humble Lord for…"

"As I said before, the castle will only pay for the stolen goods and help with catching the robbers, nothing more. If your cart has been damaged you need to fix it alone. Dismissed."

"Your Highness, you don't understand…"

"I said dismissed!" Sebastian barked at him, his eyes flaring with anger towards the merchant and his head hurting even more because he raised his voice. The merchant bowed and left the throne room frustrated. Sebastian looked at Fenris who had a smirk on his face, his eyes watching the man leaving the throne room. The others were nothing bad or head tearing, only reporting that their goods have arrived, some had problems with paying the taxes. He dismissed them and turned to Fenris.

"Maker my head is going to explode."

"Here, drink this." Said a woman's voice. Isabella walked in the throne room with a seductive smile on her face, directed only at Fenris. She hasn't changed much, she was still the smuggling pirate from before, but at least she was not whoring around anymore. She was Fenris' now and he was proud of that. Isabella tossed Sebastian a small red vial, he caught it and studied the vial in his hands, wondering what it could be.

"What is that?"

"That will stop the headache, and don't drink that whiskey stuff like it is water." She said before she turned to Fenris and gave him a small peck on his mouth. Sebastian left them alone as he drank the cool vial, his headache decreasing a little. He went to his room and fell on the bed, his head still throbbing with pain. He couldn't sleep though, he was sad again and his heart and mind were filled with worry.

It was noon, the sun was high in the sky as he folded his hands behind his head, he stared at the ceiling as his mind wandered off. He closed his eyes for a moment and his mind involuntarily returned to her, thinking about their time together in Kirkwall. His eyes snapped open, his heart filled with concern and fear as he wondered where she was hiding and how she is faring.

He was searching for her, desperately, but he had no results. Every merchant he knew, every spy or mercenary he thought he could trust searched for her. He was certain that the entire Free Marches searched for her, and he wondered if he would see her ever again. The memory of her hadn't faded at all, he remembered her as if he saw her yesterday, he remembered her smell, her voice, her laugh...he hadn't even realized that he was smiling. He always smiled when he thought of her although he felt nothing but worry. After three years of running away and hiding, he sometimes wondered if she was alive at all. He shook his head to banish that thought, he didn't and he couldn't think of her dead. His memory played more comfortable thoughts of her and he smiled again.

His headache faded away as soon as he started to think about her. He turned to his side and closed his eyes, he could see her smiling at him, her eyes shining with happiness and joy...he covered himself with the blanket as he imagined both of them under a tree sitting on the grass as they ate cookies. Soon his mind became heavy and sleep took over him, he dreamed about her again...at least in his dreams she was with him, thank the Maker. And hopefully, soon she would be with him, here...in his home.