Elissa turned one final glance back at the Palace. It was still under heavy repair, but the Theirin flag was flying high and proud above the castle. She felt a small tear trickle down her cheek, hastily rubbing it off. There was a sudden peal of laughter from within the palace walls. Elissa turned away, slowly beginning the long march out of Denerim.
I should be the one celebrating. She mused. Not fleeing in the dark like a thief under the cover of darkness. She adjusted her pack, letting out a quiet sigh. Her footsteps echoed out into the silence, alone. There were no arguments between Morrigan and Alistair, no compliments between Shale and Sten, not even the sound of Zevran offering to do various things with Wynne's bosom. This time she was alone.
Perhaps she would travel for the next few months, visit her brother in Highever. She closed her eyes, trying to put a smile on her face. Fergus would be delighted to see her so soon. Her smile turned back into a smirk.
And whoever had known about Howe's plans... She mused. Might get a visit from the Dark Wolf... She shrugged, sighing. She would return to the Wardens, eventually. She had about six months until the Orlesian Wardens would arrive. Six months of travelling alone would be good for her. She walked past the Denerim Market for what she felt may be the last time, avoiding some of the still smouldering debris. She needed to get away from Denerim, away from the memories. She sighed. Away from him. King Alistair and Queen Anora.