So this is my first fan fiction. Hope you will enjoy the story.
Summary: They just left Orzammar and have finished the last treaty. Diana and her party is now on the way to Redcliffe.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Dragon Age, It all belongs to Bioware. I wished I owned Zevran, raaawr.
They left Orzammar in the morning. The first ray of sunlight was warming their faces as they roamed down Frostback Mountains. Diana knew she still had Wynne's disapproving eyes after her. Shale died in the deep roads, thanks to her greed to have stronger armies. She just wished the dwarves would realize that they can't keep using the anvil, and hoped that she had done the right decision. She thanked Wynne, at least the mage didn't talk about it.
It started to snow, Diana shivered, her armor didn't do any good against the cold. All those harsh winters in Highever never hardened her, she was always the one freezing, looking like a fat old lady with so many cloaks to keep her warm. Fergus always made fun of her for this, since he could almost run out half naked without even feeling the cold. Of course that always drove their mother nuts, since Fergus ended up sick anyway. Diana chuckled, and felt an aching pain in her gut. She grasped her necklace she got from her father's figment, memory or whatever it was she saw in The Gauntlet. It was the only thing she had that could remind her of home.
I miss you...
Now Diana had a new family. Leliana was a sister, a best friend, she never had. She always frighten the noble girls that visited Highever. Since she was a fighter, always been one since she could hold a sword, without tripping over the edge. She didn't care for marriages, boys, fashion and thought this was always a boring topic to discuss. Leliana of course had tried to get her to shop shoes with her when they were in Denerim, a few months back. Diana sneaked away from her to look at all the shiny swords and daggers, this made Leliana grumpy, when she found out that she had been talking to herself for the past thirty minutes in the shop, and everyone thought she was insane.
Wynne, the righteous one. She always wondered if Wynne always seemed to be "doing the right thing" person because she was a mage and wanted to prove to everyone that mages can be trusted, or if was just her personality. Otherwise Wynne was like a mother figure to her. It did feel comforting to talk to someone about being a Warden, her inner conflicts about being a leader. Wynne always listened and gave advice.
Aouch.
She had hit a tree. She rubbed her forehead, and there it was. The snow on the tree fell down hard on Diana, and it got inside her armor, she heard laughter behind her.
"Oh you think that's funny do you?" She said giving Leliana an evil grin who almost fell down in the snow laughing.
"It seems our leader has met her deadliest foe yet!" An antivan accent cackled.
"Oh shut it!" Diana laughed, smiled mischievously, kneeled down, grabbing snow in her hand,
Oh, that's cold!
She formed it to a snowball and threw it on the assassin's face. It was a full hit. It was worth the numbness in her fingers.
She laughed at his expression but got shut up by a snowball coming from Alistair's direction.
Leliana kept laughing, so much her face turned red.
Wynne sighed, shaking her head, she and Morrigan created a shield around them so they wouldn't have to initiate in their childish games. Sten had began to walk slowly, saying something like.
"I swore an oath to children. If the arishok saw this..."
Oghren already had problem being outside. The little dwarf was just trying to hold on to the ground. He didn't like snow, and was walking next to Sten, thinking the giant body would protect him from any incoming balls.
Troy barked and tried to catch any snowballs that were flying. He failed miserably at it.
Diana was suddenly grabbed by the assassin. He easily got her on the ground, in the snow, thanks to the ice and they were traveling downhill.
He had took a big chunk of show in his hands, and chuckled, while sitting above her.
"Oh, don't you dare!" Diana gasped at him.
He dropped the snow on her and she was covered in it. She cursed Zevran who ran away from her.
She was now insanely cold. Leliana approached, still laughing.
"Psh, you only gonna laugh at me now?" Diana said, her teeth shivering.
"No, I thought you might need this." She handed her a red colored cloak.
"That's not going to help the snow that is inside my armor, or my hair." she frowned., feeling her hair, that was now icicles.
Grinning, Leliana patted her on the shoulder, "You do know Bodhan is just behind us right, you can probably just change your armor and wait for this one to get dry.
Diana waited for Bodhan and Sandal to catch up with them. She convinced them easily about getting a new armor.
"Oh, this one is perfect for you." He said, handing over a blue, leather armor.
"Thank you, Bodhan." Diana said, she stepped away from the rest of the group that stopped for a short break, thinking no one would see her.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm so going to regret this.
She took of her snow drenched armor and her wet tunic under it, she was almost naked, freezing her ass off. She tried getting the new armor on. She saw a note, carved in it, saying "Shadow of the Empire".
--
He was watching her, watching those swaying hips as she went out from his sight to change. He did not understand this creature with her long blonde hair that glistened in sunlight, her smooth steps, how she fought monsters with light feet and daggers. He loved her eyes - flashing green eyes that gleamed with a desire for justice, a familiar look he had seen long ago in another. He was fascinated with her body;
her perfectly shaped curves, her long legs and her chest. He'd seen a lot of women; somehow this goddess exceeded them all. He could not explain this temptation;
it was beyond his normal needs. She was irresistible. He wanted her. He wanted to pleasure her, to feel her body under his, to hear her moans close to his ear, telling him that she wanted him. The thought of being inside her got his heart beating so hard that it almost exploded.
His thoughts got interrupted by Oghren's drunk voice. The dwarf had loosened up since he started to drink his ale, and he sat down next to Zevran, close to the fire, that Morrigan created for them.
"I didn't think she'd go for an elf."
"She who?"
"You and the Warden? I know what's going on there."
Zevran was quite surprised, not that he minded that people knew that he fancied her. But if a constant drunk dwarf that hadn't even been traveling with them for less then a day, could notice it merely by looking at him, then he must have looked quite the fool.
He returned the dwarf's question with a sharp retort. "Oh? Does that make you jealous my stout little friend?"
Oghren looked upset.
"Me? Ha! Last thing I need is another woman in my life!"
"One wife was enough for you I see."
"Branka was only slightly more woman then I am. Bristle-chinned poetess."
"Shocking that our fair Grey Warden did not choose you!"
"Wonders never cease."
And with the nasty burp Oghren let out, the conversation ended.
He had tried seducing her, but when he thought he had her, the fool of a templar always interfered. He knew that the idiot was still against having him following their cause to defeat the Blight. The bastard watched the dear Warden with his own temptation in his eyes. Whether she had noticed, he could not say. She always seemed lost in her own thoughts.
After the short break, where everyone tried to warm up from their previous game, they started to march again.
Zevran noticed as the protective templar hurried to their leader's side. He had pretty good hearing, and wasn't ashamed when he listened in on their conversation.
--
Diana noticed Alistair hurrying next to her side, as they were walking. They were almost out of the passage, between the ground and the mountains. She was still cold, but got warmer with every step they took further.
"So we've been wandering for some time. I just wondered your opinions on our...traveling companions."
"Time for juicy gossip I take it?" She grinned at him.
"Yes, yes, I have this excellent idea that I will tell everyone what you
said and take over the leadership!" he laughed.
"Oh, very funny. I wouldn't trust you to lead us anywhere. We would just wind up either dead or lost!" she said, giving the templar an evil grin.
Alistair looked at her with his goofy smile, "Ey, that hurt my manly feelings. No, but seriously I just wondered."
"Sounds like fun. Ask away!"
"Zevran, you can't trust him, can you?"
She sighed, of course he had to start with him. Zevran joined their group, five months ago. The assassin had proven himself quite useful, and a funny companion. She felt herself being drawn to him, something she couldn't explain. It was weird, that's for sure, since he did try to kill them. Even then, she began to trust the assassin more and more, and being far less tense then she had been at the start. When she did talk to him at their campings, he always tried to get her in his bed. She always laughed it off at first, but when she noticed he was actually serious, it had been very difficult to push him away at some points. His accent always was so damn seductive, he stroke her face and exposed areas just right, and it always felt like he could see through her armor. When Zevran had her in his trance, Alistair always yelled at her from across camp.
"Why do you ask? Jealous?" She sniggered
"Maybe. That's not the point!"
Diana bit her lower lip, just hoping she wouldn't get a headache from this.
"...I don't think he will try to kill us again."
The corners of Alistair mouth quirked upward.
"What's stopping him?"
"I...trust him, Alistair. Now stop bugging me about this!"
"You put to much trust in someone that tried to kill us. I think I deserve
to know why!"
She hated when Alistair pushed her to answer his stupid questions.
"I believe that people deserve second chances, and this conversation is over!"
He looked hurt, but left her alone, and backed away from her.