Anore sat on the throne of her land. The pounding on the large door was deafening but she would open it to none. She wanted to think about how she got here. The lands meet had gone badly for the Wardens. Out voted and then the fight that had cost them what little hope they had. Alistair had been the chosen champion and had lost. It had been a lucky blow and nothing more. She and her father would admit to no one else but they both knew the truth.

The other warden had not gone down without a fight and taken many guards with him. Even then they where over whelmed. She had been so proud her father and her side by side her in more decorative armor. She had given a speech and left to be appointed queen. The crowning and blessing had been beautiful. Loghain had demanded it be done then. He had wanted to come back a hero and his child a Queen. All the wrongs would be forgotten and all would be forgiven.

All that had returned was one battle worn solider. An arm missing and he had been blessed to have returned at all. As if the Maker had let him live just to show Anora what a fool she was. He had told the story of how Loghain himself had killed the Arch Demon twice. It just came back again and again. No matter what they did to the body it would return.

They had send word to Orlais asking for add only to be refused. It seemed Riodan had snuck away when he saw how the battle was going and told the other Wardens what had happened. There would be no aid for Ferelden. People fled or died but she was Queen and would never leave her throne.

The Dark spawn shattered the door at last. The look of pure murder in their eyes as they saw Her. Anora rose she was Queen and now her subjects wanted an audients with her.