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Here it is, the sequel (perhaps) to Adventures in Kirkwall.

Chapter 1

Niandra looked at herself in the long mirror of her new room, nervously straightening the collar of her robes. Life in Fereldon was never boring, but the development since she and the others had arrived had grown so exciting it was hard not to feel overwhelmed.

King Alistair had explained the exciting developments that had arose in their absence. He had lessened Templar influence in the Circle tower, and was allowing apprentice mages to practice their magic in public.

This new event was causing unrest with citizens, but he was making sure guards accompanied the mages in order to protect them from uncomfortable citizens and also to protect citizens in an event of misfire, demon possession or blood magic. Many were open to the idea, but just as many were fighting for tradition.

Saura had regained her Knight Commander status and was taking great care to keep the land in peace. Niandra had to admit to herself that she was doing a great job. The people loved her, admired her, and they listened. Saura was quick to put them at ease and make them comfortable.

Fenris had also done good, joining the knights and quickly ascending ranks to Captain of the Guard. He might not agree with the mage situation, but he was working to see things from both points of view and Niandra had noted that he grew increasingly comfortable the more time he spent around them.

Zevran remained the same, never settling down but always around. He hardly left her side, especially when Alistair had her accompany mages around the city. He seemed more protective recently, especially with her new title.

Personal Advisor to the King. Just thinking about it had her stomach twisting in knots. What if she made a wrong choice? What if she judged unfairly? Even if she was only advising, she would still have a part in the final decision. Standing alongside Bann Teagan in the decision-making process also ate at her nerves. She didn't want to disappoint him or Alistair.

"Don't look so nervous, you're doing a good job," Zevran appeared behind her, fingers tracing along her shoulder.

"I can't help it," she told him. "I'm a ball of nervous energy."

"And it's adorable," he kissed her cheek, "but you shouldn't be. The citizens of Fereldon are growing to love you. You're fair in judgment and know the people; and you're willing to listen to reason and comply to the best outcome."

"And where did you hear that?" she recalled the night in Kirkwall where she'd said those same words about First Enchanter Orsino.

"I heard them from a brilliant mage speaking of another great mage," he answered. "I think you know her."

"Do I now?" she turned to him, pressing her chest against his. "Refresh my memory."

"She's about this tall," he put his hand up to her height, "beautiful, passionate, is mad about me."

"Is that so?" she smiled knowingly as she led the way from her room. "Keep it up, maybe you'll get lucky with her tonight."

"If I must," he shrugged, signature nonchalant smile on his face. "Her eyes glitter like the morning sun, hair so soft you just have to bury your face in it, curves that go on forever, and a waist I can't resist wrapping my arms around."

In a single smooth motion, he did exactly that, bending his neck to kiss her cheek again. "You'll be fine."

Saura overlooked the trainees with purpose. Their skills were greatly exceeding the expectations imposed upon them from the moment they joined. Each new wave of recruits surprised her with their vigor.

She smiled as they continued to impress her. Whatever may come, Fereldon would be ready.

Fenris strolled over at that moment after giving a group of recruits their task for the day.

"How goes it, Captain?" Saura greeted.

"Everything is well, Commander," he bowed before stepping up to plant a kiss upon her cheek.

"You're getting more daring," she smiled at him. "I told you, not while we're on duty."

"Yes, but sometimes I can't help myself," he returned the smile.

"Control yourself, Captain," she smirked, "or I will be forced to punish you for it later."

"I'll chance the risk," Fenris replied as he turned his gaze to the recruits. "All of them have such vigor."

"They do," she agreed. "Gets my adrenaline flowing. Keep it up, soldiers!"

King Alistair let out a puff of breathe.

"How many more, Teagan?"

"Just two," Teagan tried to look stern but Niandra could see the amusement in his eyes. "Be patient, Alistair."

"Sometimes, it's hard," he sighed before the next citizen came in with their request.

Niandra listened as the next two citizens entered and brought about their concerns. They were so ordinary that Alistair had no need to ask of advice from her or Teagan. Nothing so far had presented itself as a big enough concern to.

With a stretch, Alistair rose from the throne.

"You are dismissed, I guess," he addressed them. "Today was uneventful."

"Would you rather there be something wrong?" Teagan asked.

"Well…maybe not…but it would keep things interesting, at the very least," Alistair responded. "A rogue band of thugs, dark spawn surface sightings, something."

"There are still apprentice mages wandering around town," Niandra suggested. "I imagine, anyway. We could check in on them."

"No, I'll live," Alistair replied. "Dinner should be done soon; I can look forward to that."