A short bit of Alistair fluff dealing with the relationship between him and the female, city elf player. What should have ensued after he found out about her past engagement.
For those who never tried playing that option, read, and you should be able to figure it out 3
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"We need to talk."
I'd seen this one coming.
"You didn't tell me that you were married."
Alistair roughly pulled the chair out from the desk in my room. It was our first night in the Arl's Denerim estate. I had really been looking forward to finally sharing a real bed with him, too. That probably wouldn't happen now.
"I'm sorry you found out this way."
"This way? Or that I found out at all? Damn it, Mara, how could you just forget to mention something like that?"
I'd seen him in battle. I'd seen him fight with Morrigan and bicker with Zeveran. I'd watched him mourn Duncan and end civil wars and tear himself to pieces over his own past. I'd never seen him this upset. His face was white, his eyes narrow. I knew I had something coming when he hadn't spoken for the rest of the day, after my cousin mentioned my brief engagement. For the rest of the day, we'd been fighting to free my people from the evils Teryn Loghain allowed. Now, I had to face something far more frightening.
"Did Duncan ever tell you how I was recruited, Alistair?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It was on my wedding day." The story slowly spilled out. How I'd been forced through an arranged marriage, and how terribly wrong that day had gone. How women had been abducted from the alienage and used, on a day meant for celebration. How I'd killed my way out of the castle, tried to save my family. How my almost-husband died trying to save me, and how Duncan had recruited me to keep the vile humans from killing me afterwards.
Alistair considered that for a long time. I sat on my bed, refusing to look at him. I cried. It was the first time I'd told anyone the story.
"This was the ring he made me," I said, lifting my hand. "There were a few times the group got hungry and I nearly sold it, but…" I choked. Except with the Dalish, I'd never seen something so beautiful and intricate. I couldn't give it up.
He sighed. The anger was fading from his eyes. He crossed the room and wiped the tears from my eyes.
"I guess I can understand. I kept my past a secret for a long time, too…" he whispered. I nodded.
"After what they tried to do to us…I thought I would hate human men forever."
He wordlessly wrapped himself around me. I returned the gesture, pulling both of us back onto the bed.
"Oh?" he said. "No more talking?"
I laughed. "Thank you for being different."
