A/N: So yesterday was Fathers' Day, and I was inspired to write something in honor of that. SO. This is going to be several chapters long, each about a specific character and his/her relationship to his/her father, and vice-versa.

First up: Morrigan's son is curious about the parent he's never met.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, the Dragon Age world, etc. etc.

"Mama? Can I ask you some questions?"

Morrigan looks down at the child standing before her and smiles. So curious is the little one. "You may ask, Sweet Thing, and I may choose not to answer."

"Who is my father?"

Morrigan scowls. Too curious. "Who he is is not important. What is important is from whence you came. We have spoken of this before."

"Can I meet him one day?"

"No. You will never lay your eyes on him, as he will never see you."

"Why not?"

Morrigan looks away for a moment and stares at the into the fire within the hut as if deep in thought. "Because of a promise," she says softly.

"Did you love him?"

At this Morrigan laughs and looks back into her son's wide golden eyes, torn away from her memories. "Not even remotely."

"Did he love you?"

"He did not."

The little boy's brow furrows, and he sits on the floor as Morrigan prepares a pot in which to boil a stew. After a few quiet minutes, the boy speaks up.

"Mama... Do you think my father loves me?"

Morrigan drops the ladle into the pot, shocked by her son's innocent question. She contemplates her answer: she could tell him that of course your father loves you or no, he could never love you as a parent loves a child, but she knows both of those answers are incomplete, if not total lies. Of course, she could just refuse to answer entirely, as her mother so often did during Morrigan's youth, but she is not Flemeth. Morrigan looks back into her five-year-old's too-intelligent eyes and decides he deserves the truth, or at least a version of it.

"I believe you mean a great deal to Alis...your father, because of what he got in exchange for your birth. There is a woman he loves very much, and many years ago there was a great likelihood that she would perish. I made a deal with him that in exchange for giving me you, she would keep her life. And for that I am certain he is very grateful."

The child nods sagely. Morrigan walks over to him and takes his small hands into her own.

"No more questions now," she says softly. "I do not wish to speak of your father any longer."

"Yes, Mama."

"Now go outside and play, Sweet Thing. The stew shall be ready in twenty minutes."

He nods once before turning to walk towards the door to the hut and mid-stride changes his form into that of a wolf pup, and Morrigan's eyes linger on him a moment longer before she turns back to the stew bubbling over the fire, a small smile playing at her lips, for she is grateful to Alistair for their exchange and what she received as well.

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