I course I don't own dragon age. Just have some weird thoughts about it.

So I noticed that my first chapter missed a fight scene I intended. So here is the fix, I also made some other slight changes, cause might as well.

Neria was annoyed. King Alistair kept sending her letters, and she had to keep reading them. The Warden Commander couldn't quite ignore his awkward highness. The midst of apologies and being lovers would be fine now that he thought of it, were useful tidbits on nobles, resources, and trading routes his spy network uncovered. This one was not useful. It was particularly detailed, reminiscing on how his elfy mage (seriously elfy?) accidentally shocked him and he kicked the tent down on them. He forgot the bit on how Zevran tried to "save" them...naked. Surana giggled, deciding that she should write Zev a letter.

Filing it away, she moved to the courtyard, or the temporary training grounds. Velanna had originally expressed how disgusted that she, a mage, had to learn how to use a "regular" weapons. Here she was swinging a maul at an unfortunate new grey warden, cackling uncontrollably.

Justice came up to her, handing her a sword and shield. "Ready?"

"Are you supposed to ask?" The animated corpse responded by shield bashing her to the ground. With her foot she hooked his knee, pulling him into a kneel. Rolling back onto her feet, she stabbed at him to keep him kneeling. She was never fast enough with swinging her sword, so she kept stabbing, which he met his shield. Bashing his shield into her sword point, she stumbled. Back on both feet, he swung, she barely got her shield up. Not feeling the sharp blade, her arm exploded in pain from the full force. Not able to hold it she dropped the shield, using her sword to parry all attacks. Exhausted, she felt the tip of his sword against her throat.

"Pathetic, you need to keep your shield."

"You broke my arm."

Justice's face instantly showed remorse, "Commander, I'm sorry. You're so fragile. Perhaps you should just focus on daggers?"

Neria healing herself, "You know Wardens learn all the weapons. You never know what will happen in the deep roads. If I'm out of mana, and only find a shield, I need to be able to use it."

"You'll just break your arm."

"Then I'll set a record for number of darkspawn killed with a broken arm."

Oghren interrupted by stomping over to her, "I don't want this kind of letter again. Take care of it Commander." The dwarf walked away, presumably to a drink.

She assumed, it was from Felsi, maybe she missed proofreading a letter Oghren wrote.

Oghren,

I hope you can help. Neria hasn't been replying to my personal letters anymore. Perhaps you can convince her respond, I love her dearly.

Alistair

"Was he drunk! Who writes a letter like this!" She wanted to tear it up, but she never tore any documentation up. She screamed, then she remembered she was in a courtyard filled with grey wardens and Amaranthine citizens. Who stared at her. Nathaniel walked up to her "Sounds like we have a lot of frustrating work to do. I'll bring a meal to your office so we can work and eat."

Neria waited in her study, growling and pacing. Occasionally shooting lightning bolts into the stone floor. Nathaniel's voice brought her back to the present. "If only the bolts came out of your eyes, you'd be what I expected."

"I still have to grow a few feet."

"Naturally, so will you tell me what happened."

"You know Alistair and I were romantically involved, when he realized he would become king he ended things with me."

"Yes, and you suggested that you'd be the mistress, something that is way beneath you."

"Well Alistair wrote me, actually writes me that he changed his mind. I responded to him twice, saying I will not be his mistress. I am the Warden Commander, my priorities is to end all blights and reduce Joining casualties. I cannot do this and maintain a lover which would require travel."

"You still love him?" Nathaniel asked.

"Not romantically, we ended the blight together. I'll always care for him, heed his counsel, and die for him if the situation demands."

"It's not okay that he wrote Oghren. Poor dwarf couldn't even drink. However, I do have a recommendation."

"Hmm?"

"Write him a letter, tell him you'll visit in two months. That will give him time to prepare a hero's welcome for you. You did save Amaranthine and probably Ferelden, from a crazy talking brood mother. Be friendly with his wife, she might be able to keep the King respectfully of your stance. Tell Alistair to his face the truth. I recommend you take me, Sigrun, and Velanna."

"Ander's in charge?"

"With Justice. Also depending, on how forceful the king is, you might want to consider pretending I'm your lover."

"Do you have a motive here?" Neria gave him a coy smile. He could see she was on the verge of laughing

"The decision is yours, write your letter. Sigrun promised to teach me how to pick dwarven locks, I'm heading her way."

Alistair receives Surana's letter

My King and Friend Alistair,

It has come to my attention that my previous letters you did not believe to be detailed enough, and require discussion. In two months from when you have received this letter (I've spelled it so I know the date when your hands break the seal) I will be visiting, along with 3 companions. Plan for whatever festivities you desire, my comrades and I will be prepared.

I am thrilled to see you, has been 6 months since I've seen my best friend. Give my regards to your wife, I'm excited to meet a woman strong enough to be by your side.

Warm regards,

Neria Surana.

PS. One of my comrades is a dalish elf, it would be nice if you could prepare a room for her with big windows. And I require an adjoining room for me and my 2nd in command.

Alistair thought that she laid on this whole friendship thing pretty thickly. The best part of loving her was her falling in love, it shouldn't be too hard to do it again.