The Warden had looked down at the man she had recently saved from the Nobles at court; it was her King, Alistair. He had let his hair start to grow as his tunic was crooked on his shoulders.

"Oh Alistair, you are helpless. Fix your tunic before one of the damned Noblewomen come onto you." She had scolded him as he got up from his throne. He chuckled as he fixed it and then stood up to face her eye to eye.

"Dear Natia, you know I love you, right?" he said this to her with such affection every time he looked at her. She blushed and looked down. He looked around the throne room for any lingering Nobles and then took her into his arms.

"I wish we did not have to hide our love for each other Natia, and you know I could take you as my Queen. Yet you refuse to, may I ask why?" he asked her. She looked up to him,

"I enjoy the thrill of being a mistress, Dear King Alistair, didn't you know?"

He laughed and then became gravely serious.

"Is it because you are not from here?" he asked. She shook her head.

"Your kingdom would not want a lowly commoner who doesn't believe we should have a Chantry, or hates every Noble in your court. I have no social graces, and you know that. Look what happened when you brought me to meet your sister!" she explained as he remembered and then shuddered.

"Yes, I see…never mind. Well, I just hate that we can't marry." He replied to the beautiful servant turned Warden. Her story was bizarre, and sometimes he did not believe it all. There was something odd about her, but she had saved Ferelden and stayed with him through everything.

"I must take my leave darling, but I will be by your quarters tonight to tell you of the Crystal Age Tournament plans tomorrow. And for…other purposes." She had whispered the last part into his ear as he blushed and grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her forehead. She pulled back and looked at him and winked. When she left, he sighed and sat back down on his throne. As the Warden left the room, the Nobles were waiting outside.

"Is the private meeting with you and the King over now?" a Noble had made a snide remark to her. The Warden whirled around to meet the woman face to face and kept her cool.

"My business with King Alistair is my own. Don't make me curb your tongue permanently. For silence is my favorite characteristic." she had threatened as the Noblewoman's eyes narrowed. The Warden kept her composure as her long blonde curls whipped about her hips. She turned her back and stormed out of the palace.

"Stupid Nobles, they make me so angry!" she had exclaimed to herself as she walked down Drakon River and saw a familiar sight to her.

"Warden! May I have a word?" the outline of a shadow had asked her. She walked over to the shadows of a back alley and saw her employer; An Antivan Crow.

"No need for subtleness Boss. I'm nowhere near the castle." she had said to the shadow. The shadow outline had turned into a short man, with pointed ears, as he stepped out of the shadows.

"Warden, you are looking well. Has the Royal Palace been accommodating?" the elven man had asked.

"Oh Zevran, you tease me. Of course the castle has been good to me. But it makes assassination much harder." she had replied to the man she had been working with her entire life.

The Warden had joined the Crows young, and met Zevran while working in one of his cells. She had always remained close to the Crows and had been contracted to a certain Noble who had plans to overthrow the King. She had no loyalty to Ferelden but Zevran pointed out that she should stay back and take the Noble, with his help, of course, knowing she was not an assassin. She had greeted the idea warmly and kept Zevran close.

"I don't even know what the damned Noble looks like, how am I supposed to take him out?" she had asked the assassin. He laughed and crossed his arms.

"Oh, do not worry Warden. You shall get your chance, because the Noble will be following Good King Alistair around like a lost puppy!" he had a beautiful accent, and a cruel outlook. He instructed her that the Noble was an Orlesian who was young, and brazen. He would be charming, and the Warden would pull him away from the King, and have her way with him, killing him in the end. She did not relish the idea that she would have to seduce the man out of the Kings company, but whatever the Crows wanted, she would do.

Her plan was simple, to let Zevran come in and make a diversion for Alistair while the Warden pulled the Noble away for certain reasons she would have to live with. She did not want to seduce him, but maybe, she thought, he would not find out. Or maybe he would leave her, and she would just be left with Zevran to love her. Zevran had become fond of the Warden after their setup meeting during the Blight and traveled with her and Alistair. Even if she was human, she was beautiful., ravishing, and cruel. She had shown a compassionate side to though, as she only shared that part of her with the King. He had pined for her, but she had told him that her heart had belonged to Alistair.

"Would you like me to bunk with you tonight, Zev?" she had brought him back to attention.

"Sure, the Tavern wenches are not very amusing anyhow. You could entertain me with your wonderful story telling skills, my little bard." he would seize any opportunity with her.

"Good, I shall be by later tonight, Alistair wants me to sit in on a damned meeting with the Seneschal about the guards joining the army, or something of that nature. I hate being the General of Alistair's army. Too much work." she complained. He laughed and nodded.

"Then I shall see you tonight." he quickly embraced her and gave a peck on the cheek. She walked through the market and saw Master Ignarcio, he bid her over and saw that he had an elven maiden.

"Who is this Ignarcio? A new recruit?" she had asked in subtleness. She had learned quickly that Crows do not like when people know what is being said. He nodded,

"Not mine, but yours. She was shipped here from Orlais and the boss said she is your responsibility. Take good care of her, she's quite feisty." he had exclaimed. The elf looked up at the human and spat.

"I do not need training! Especially from another damned human!". She was quite hostile.

"I was not intending on training you, dear girl. I need your help tomorrow though, and I better receive it. After this mission, you may go where you please, but for now, go to the Gnawed Noble Tavern and seek out a gentleman by the name of Zevran." she was very blunt and straightforward. Somewhat rude, but the elf had heard tales of the Antivan Warden Crow. She was no-nonsense and yet very compassionate about being a bard, and general of the Ferelden Army. Her blonde hair was beautiful and unkempt, just like her attitude towards Darkspawn, for she had fell the Archdemon with the King and Zevran at her side. The Warden was still a wonder to this young elven woman, who's name was Kalian. She was just a young girl, and seemed to be very independent. The Warden chuckled,

"Oh, we could use some lively one's in the Grey Wardens. Everyone seems like stodgy priests, it gets so tiresome when everyone takes me so literally. All I do is jest, yet the damned Nobles don't find it very funny when I set their robes on fire.." she mumbled and wandered off.

"Master Ignarcio, is she always scattered brained like that?" she asked. He looked down at Kalian and laughed.

"Oh, she just has her knickers in a twist, she's still mad that King Alistair scolded her for setting a Noblewoman's robes on fire during a session in court. She wouldn't talk to the King for weeks. Put him in a sore state, seeing as she is his personal advisor, in different departments." he hinted as her eyes got wide.

"You don't mean…she is the Good King Alistair's mistress?" she exclaimed as he put a finger to her mouth to hush her.

"We Crows do not gossip, that is your first lesson. Understand? I never said anything about her being a mistress." he whispered down to her ear. She nodded and set off for the Tavern.