The inquisition was real now. Everything was happening and after the events of Haven, she wasn't surprised that she'd been called to Skyhold to assist.
WHen she arrived, she couldnt help but notice how massive the fortress was. NOr could she fathom how something so big could simply be lost. She'd become reaccustomed to living in the alienage again. After becoming Hero of Ferelden, Kallian was pardoned from her crimes against the former Arl's son. She'd also been working diligently on elven rights in a world ruled by humans. Though she'd left the King to return to her people, she was luckily met with no resistance in her efforts. Yet, there was a longing she felt to return and a growing hatred for Alistair who had taken their son from her the moment he was born. She hadn't seen Duncan in going on seven years, and she still remembered his cries as Alistair's guards ripped him from her arms. He hadn't even been man enough to come get him himself.
She walked around Skyhold's grounds making her way to the main hall to greet the inquisitor. She hadn't been paying attention when she bumped into a tall, masculine figure.
"My apologies." She muttered as she watched the figure turn.
It was him. All these years and he still looked the same as before. "No worri.." Alistair cut himself off at the sight of her. His face didnt harden as she would have expected. Instead she saw sorrow. "Kallian." He said in a deeper tone.
"Your majesty." She curtsied to him.
He grabbed her lightly by the arm and pulled her to the stables. Once comfortably away from wandering eyes he changed his expression again to one of glee. How could he be so glad to see her when she was anything but?
"I'd written you. Sent you updates on Duncan, yet you never replied." Alistair said. His eyes told her he wasn't lying. After all this time she could still read him. "He's here."
Her eyes widened. "He's here? In Skyhold?"
"Yes. Do you want to see him? He's been hanging on to Cullen's coattail."
She shook her head and looked down. Of course she wanted to see him. She wanted nothing more, but would he even know her?
"I've told him about you. He can't go anywhere without hearing tales of the Hero of Ferelden. He boasts in private about you being his mother."
She snapped her head back up to him. "Have you told him why I haven't been around? Have you told him that your men ripped him from my arms, Alistair? Or have you just let me be the mother that abandoned him?"
He looked away then.
"What lie did you weave to him? What lies did you feed him to make yourself look better?" Her voice was louder than anticipated. She backed away from him.
He looked her in the eye. His shimmered with tears he was trying to conceal. "I told him you were away because you had important work to do. I told him one day you'd be able to return to us." His voice was almost a whisper. His hand found hers; he was gripping it tightly. "I asked you to come home in every letter," he stepped closer to her, yet he hesitated when she shifted in her stance. "I made a mistake when I took him. I was angry, maybe not rightfully so, but I acted harshly." He finished his step and looked down at her. Her eyes were the deepest green he had seen. For a moment he had forgotten how beautiful she was. "I could never apologize enough for what I did to you, but I've wanted to the chance to try. Let me try." He whispered, his lips now against hers ever so lightly.
She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. "Nothing will change, Alistair." She released his hand and stepped back, watching as he straightened himself again.
"You should give me a chance to prove it." He half smiled at her.
She shook her head. "I don't think I could survive that a second time, darling." She took a deep breath. "I'll find you when I'm ready to see Duncan." She turned and walked down the stairs, allowing herself one tear and willing herself to not look back.
She made her way to the Main Hall to greet Inquisitor Lavallen. She'd corresponded with the Lavallen clan on many occasions to research how their interactions with humans compared to her own. Niallan had been one of the clans best hunters and she wasn't surprised that she had been at the Conclave.
Niallan was near her throne when she spotted Kallian. "Well, if it isn't the Hero of Ferelden. An honor." Niallans voice boomed through the hall. Soon, all eyes were on her. She heard the whispers from the people she passed, making her way to Niallan.
"Inquisitor. An honor as well."
"Inquisitor, a moment?" A voiced popped in.
Niallan looked to Josephine and back to Kallian. "Duty calls. Forgive me, Kallian. Perhaps we can meet later."
