The night sky glitters, the water of the nearby river stream slowly washes along the rocks, and the crickets chirp their endless midnight song throughout the unmarked forest - nowhere to be found in Thedas. A small lone cabin is sitting humbly on a large patch of grass in the middle of the forest. Within the cabin, a young boy is sleeping on top of a soft hay bed, and covered with a blanket of warm animal furs. The child is already in a dream, smiling and giggling while hugging onto an aging Mabari hound sleeping by his side. In the other room, the child's parents are sleeping in their own makeshift bed, enjoying the warmth of each other's embrace.
The father, Aedan - better known as the Hero of Fereldan - not too long found himself in a dreaded nightmare, as do all Grey Wardens that fought and survived the Blight. Four years ago, the Warden should have died at the top of Fort Drakon along with the Archdemon, if it wasn't for the dark ritual he partook with the dreaded Witch of the Wilds, the woman he loves - Morrigan. Fortunately after two and a half years of searching, the Warden is finally able to have the luxuries he had yearned for those long years, one such is to be able to wake up next to his love, and another is to hold his son.
"Nigh!" Cries the warden as sweat streams down his battle scarred body, simple twitches soon became frantic tosses and turns of distress and fear. The nightmare then ended with the warden suddenly waking up to the distant mountain cutting the orange light shining through the window. It is now morning. Now awake, the warden wiped the sweat off his forehead and look around. He saw plants hanging off the shelves, his Sentinel Armor he obtained from the chests caught in the fade rifts in the Blackmarsh Undying when he was Warden-Commander of Amaranthine. The sunlight glowed brightly off of the black metal plating. Then the warden soon turned his gaze on to a Kite shield made out of Volcanic Aurum, it bore a scratched and worn heraldry of his family, the Couslands. Finally he set his eyes on the woman sleeping right next to him, wearing a very daring night gown made of silk and feathers. The Warden then smiled softly as his hand gently rubbed his lover's soft shoulders.
"Thank you." He whispered. It was peaceful, quite peaceful until a loud crash rang out from the other room, then came barking and soon enough, came the sound of the child crying.
"Ugh…. Can you take care of that?" Morrigan asked in a disgusted, rude-awakened tone.
"Again? This time I think it was the glass vase you left in Kieran's room." The burly Warden sarcastically replied.
"Twas you who let that Mangy Fur Bag sleep in his bed for the winter in the first place!" She snapped back, taking her finger and flicked his nose very hard.
"Okay, okay. I'll take care of it." He held on to her hands, stopping her flustered assault on his face.
"Y-You're welcome too…" Morrigan said in a low tone.
"Huh?" confusingly.
"You know for what!" she turns her head away.
The warden chuckled and came in closer, "Well, other than the bad awakening, is it still a Good Morning?" Bearing his signature smile that gets her every time.
"Yes." She said in a uncharacteristically soft, content tone.
"I thought so.." the warden smiled and landed a soft kiss.
The First Victory of the Day.