Artemis woke to an empty bed.
Still half asleep; the Queen of Ferelden pushed herself up to look behind her, pulling the sheets around her chest.
There was no light coming in from the balcony and no candles were lit; Alistair's side of the bed was still warm. Opening her bedside draw and lighting a candle with one of the matches she kept there, she looked around the room, making a mental checklist.
Door slightly open
Both their bed clothes at the end of the bed/on the floor
Wardrobe door open
Wait… open? The bedroom door as well?
Did he go somewhere?
The guards would have woken me if he was taken. Unless?
No. she could hear the night watch walking outside.
Feeling herself drifting off, she lay down in bed, mind racing.
There's an arm around her.
She wakes fully this time, turns in bed to see Alistair back in bed.
He blinks and, seeing her awake, kisses her forehead and tells her "Morning." She can feel him smiling.
"Al? Artemis pulls away, causing her husband's brow to crease in confusion, "did you go somewhere last night?"
He blinked quickly, "N-no. I was here the whole time."
"Oh. I could have sworn that the closet was open a bit, and the door."
"N-nope. Right here, whole night, definitely. Must have been a dream."
Considering for a moment, she sees his cheeks flush, along with his ears. Is he lying… to me?
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry," She leant her head on his chest, hiding her frown.
Alistair kissed her head again; "We should get some more sleep."