"And so here is the mighty Grey Warden, at long last! The Crows send their greetings, once again."
Evanna was greeted by a bronze-skinned man clad in Crow armour, grinning at her widely. Her hands immediately went to the hilt of her dagger, sneering. "And where is Zevran?" The man spoke again, his eyes searching for the elf. "I don't see him with you. How very disappointing." He said in a mocking tone.
Two can play at this game, she thinks. She immediately straightens up, cocks her head to the side, and asks innocently. "Zevran? Zevran who?" She asks, furrowing her brows. The man scoffs at her and says, "Don't bother." He waves a hand at her. "I know very well that he travels with you." She gulps silently as her brows furrow further, pursing her lips. She's going to have to kill this man, won't she?
"Here I am, Taliesen." Zevran appears from behind her, and suddenly she feels relieved that she isn't alone anymore. She turns to him and smiles, only to be greeted by a cold stare from him. He cocks his head to the side, frowning. "Tell me, were you sent? Or did you volunteer for the job?" he sarcastically asks Taliesen. "Oh ho! And he makes an appearance!" Taliesen mocks him. "I volunteered, of course. When I heard that the great Zevran was had gone rogue, I simply had to see it for myself." Zevran replies to him with an amused look on his face. "Is that so? Well… Here I am, in the flesh." "You can return with me, Zevran. I know why you did this, and I don't blame you. " Taliesen started. Evanna smirked to herself. Oh, this bastard doesn't know anything. He's mine, now. He won't betray me. "Come back and we'll make up a story. Anyone can make a mistake." Zevran's expression does not change, which she takes as a good sign. She felt braver now that he's here. She took a deep breath, held her head up high, and smirked at Taliesen. "Of course, I'd need to be dead, first." She says sarcastically with a triumphant grin on her face.
"That's true. You would need to be dead."
She was caught off guard by the tone of his voice. "Zev?" She looked at him, eyes painted with confusion. She had to swallow down the lump that formed on her throat when she saw his face. He was serious about it. "Ha! Now there's the Zevran that I remember!" Taliesen laughed. No, no, no. Zevran please, tell me this is just a joke… "Zevran, was this about last night? Look, I'm sorry-" "I am no fool, old friend. You know me too well." He told the other man, completely disregarding her. Her heart suddenly seemed to stop beating as she slowly backed away from both of them. "I'm glad it was you, Taliesen. This makes things… easier." Zevran said, his voice dropping to almost a low growl. "As for you, Grey Warden… Let's see if the second time is the charm, hmm?" He then gave her a menacing smile, and she felt her heart drop to her stomach. "Zevran, please…" She looked into his eyes, pleading, searching for the loving man she has been with for many months, but she found nothing but a bloodthirsty assassin, blade poised and ready to strike her down if she fought back.
But she didn't. She couldn't find the strength to do so. Once she felt her back hit the wall, she just closed her eyes and let the tears escape.
She wakes up, panting and sweating heavily, tears pouring down her cheeks. It's been two years, yet she remembers it as if it were yesterday. Her heart twinges in pain as she recalls how painful it was when he slid the blade through her stomach without remorse. His betrayal hurt more than the physical pain the blade caused. To think that she offered her whole being to a man who would kill her without even a second thought…
She tried to shake off the hurt she was feeling and furiously wiped her tears away. She then heard a gentle knock on her door. "Warden?" she recognized Seneschal Varel's voice. She immediately cleared her throat and tried not to sound as pathetic as much as she can. "Please come in, Varel." Evanna got up and pretended to fix her bed, just to face away from him. Nobody needed to see her tearing up again. "The banquet will be starting in a few hours now, m'lady. You would want to get ready." Varel politely said. "Of course. Thank you for reminding me, Varel." She said, still not facing him. "I could call one of the servants to fix your bed, m'lady. You don't have to do that-" "No. No, I'm fine. Please." She replied hastily, which had taken the Seneschal aback. "I'm sorry, m'lady. I shall take my leave." Once she heard the door shut, she plopped down to her bed and held her face in her hands.
Maker, she was a mess, wasn't she?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:Hey, guys! This is my first DA story, so please be gentle and leave a review! :)