The Inquisitor was walking up the stairs of Skyhold with her companions following closely. The battle has been won, Corypheus defeated. Yet she couldn't think of her victory. Not yet. There was one more thing to do before celebrating. People were around her, soldiers, mages and the folk of Skyhold were cheering for her. As she was walking up the stairs she was searching for one look. One look that would hold hers.
Cullen was standing at the top of stairs, the cold wind blowing through the fur coat of his armor. Yet he couldn't think of the wind nor the cold. Word has reached Skyhold that the Inquisitor has defeated Corypheus, but not more. He didn't know if the Inquisitor was injured or not. He didn't know whether she lived or not. So when he saw the small group of people walking up the stairs, he was searching for that one look. One look that would hold his.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she found what she was waiting for. She was tired from the battle, still she had to maintain the image of the Inquisitor, waving to the crowd around her. Yet when she saw Cullen's eyes on her, she couldn't contain her joy anymore. She began running up the stairs, eyes locked with his, searching for his embrace.
When he saw her running towards him, he steadied himself and when she reached him, he took her into his arms holding her close, closer than physically possible, and spun her until the world was just a haze around them.
Later, when the Inquisitor was mingling with the guests at Skyhold's largest hall, she found herself next to her Commander.
„You managed to slip away…" Cullen whispered to Selena. „I thought I might claim more of your attention, after all."
With a mischievous grin, Selena turned to Cullen „Is there something on your mind?"
„…Everything…"
The guests never found out why the Inquisitor turned up a few hours later in a rather crumpled clothing. Though some say it had to do with a certain Commander….