A/N: Right, never tried writing a Dragon Age story before. But Inquisition has caught my muse. Chances are this will just be a collection of random one-shots of various (femslash) pairings.

Noble Intentions
(FTrevelyan x Josephine Montilyet )

Arabella Trevelyan was a woman of many titles, each more lofty than the last it seemed sighed softly under her breath as she pushed open the door of Skyhold, and slipped inside the warmth of the great hall.

With the Breach closed and Corypheus defeated, the Inquisition had found itself task with putting right many of Thedas' ills. From remaining Rifts, Vinitory and Red Templar to solving diplomatic disputes. Being hailed as the Savior of Thedas did not mean the work of Arabella, and the Inquisition was done.

She strolled through the great hall, Arabella nodded politely to nobles and ambassadors from across the lands in whenever they caught managed to meet her eye. Many, she was sure, would love to speak to her, but having just returned from Highever, and a long week of speaking with Fergus Cousland, the green eyed woman had no desire for any further politics.

She moved quickly, through the crowd and through the door that lead to the part of Skyhold that housed the advisers and members of the Inquisition's inner circle. As she climbed the long flights of stairs up to the top of the hold, she mused, not for the first time, that one of the downsides to being a leader is that her quarters were the highest in the keep. Great view, lots of privacy, but utterly daunting when all she wanted was to fall into bed.

Her room was warmed by the roaring fire in the large hearth, natural light from the setting sun spilling through the windows and across the floor. No doubt someone informed the staff of her approach, and had them prepare her room, and, judging from the rising steam from the large tube in the other room, a hot bath for her.

Josephine no doubt, though she has never mentioned it before.

She kept meaning to ask, but it always slipped her mind from one day to the next. And as she stripped herself of her armor, and soiled clothing to sink great-fully into the hot scented water, she promised herself she'd write herself a reminder to inquire about it.

An hour later, freshly dressed and auburn hair still slightly damp from her wash, departed her quarters, thankful that Vivvian was not around to see her dressed so casually in black trousers and a commoners dark green dyed tunic. It had resulted in a lecture about the importance of appearance. Arabella had largely ignored the leader of the Loyalist Mages, only agreeing to dress to her station when the situation required it of her, a compromise that the fussy woman was rather displeased with, though she had accepted it eventually.

The door to Josephine's office was closed, a fact that would normally mean very little to Arabella, but for the fact that Josie hadn't been in the courtyard to greet her, or even in her quarters, the former she had started just before they started courting, while the latter began after she had dueled Josephine's former betrothed. The lack of her appearance since her return likely meant that the Ambassador to the Inquisition could either be in an important meeting, or so deep in her work she simply had lost track of time.

She stood in front of the closed door, hesitant, but mindful of the eyes of those in the great hall upon her. Raised voices from the other side of the thick wood caught her attention, and she strained her ears to make out the words that filtered through.

"I can not believe that you would do this!"

The sound of Josephine's voice, angered, and exasperated was easily recognizable to Arabella, who frowned with worry over what sort of news could distress her lover to the point of loosing her composure. The reply was low, the voice masculine, though she could make out no words.

Arabella opened the door, without bothering to knock, acting as if she did not know that Josephine was speaking to someone. Or... Someones. As there seemed to be a half dozen additional people in the office, Josephine's sister among them.

Heads turned at the sound of the door latching behind her, and the Savior of Thedas felt herself grow rooted to the spot. Six faces baring similar features to her lady ambassador, all looking at her.

From behind her family, Josephine caught the started and wide-eyed look on her lover's face and felt for her. Her family's arrival was a surprise to her as well. Standing she politely stepped around her desk and her family both and approached the frozen Inquisitor on tentative steps.

"My lady?" She questioned, respectfully and politely addressing her, though there was no disguising the affection or slight stress placed on the possessive.

The sound of Josephine's voice snapped her out of her stunned state, eyes shifted from the gathered members of house Montilyet to lock with the warm and worried amber-flaked dark eyes of her love's. She offered a small, if a bit confused smile, wordlessly reassuring Josephine that she was fine, the ambassador feeling the some of the tension flow out of her shoulders at the look.

Out of habit, Arabella reached out, her left hand finding Josie's ink stained right, fingers threading together with an ease born of comfort and familiarity. With no prompting, Josephine stepped forward and into her lover's space, her free hand coming to rest upon a hip even as Ara's hand came up to cup her neck, finger brushing against the line of her jaw. Their joined hands ended up pinned between their bodies as their foreheads come to rest against each other. Nose brushing in casual intimacy as the world narrowed to just the two of them.

"Hi." Ara was the first to speak, a soft whispered word that was more breathed then spoken as she inhaled the scents of honey and parchment, and something that was unique to her lover.

"Welcome Home." Josie replied, equally gentle in her greeting. Relishing in the warmth of Ara after nearly two weeks apart.

Their reunions were rarely the passionate embrasses of lovers, least not outside of their newly shared quarters. Oh there were kisses stolen in the gardens, and that very exuberant display after the dual and Ara's very public deceleration of love. But their reunions were always simple and gentle things.

With reluctance, the pair drew back, and Ara raised their joined hands, brushing a soft kiss against Josie's knuckles. The action still made Josephine's heart flutter and face flush with girlish delight.

Someone cleared their throat, breaking the moment. The pair turned at the same time. And Josephine flushed once more, this time in embarrassment. Though she had bared witnessed to her own parents sharing many such warm embraces through out her life, it was another for them to see her and Ara caught up in each other. And for her siblings to see it! Oh, they would be insufferable now. Already she could see her brothers plotting and her sister had far off dreaming look on her face.

"Inqui-" Josephine began, and then stopped, a gentle squeeze of her hand giving her pause. Dark eyes looked to Ara for a moment, who looked right back, eyebrow raised and a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Without words, Arabella both scolded Josie for being so formal, and teased her with the same look. Chuckling quietly, she playfully rolled her eyes back, and once more turned her attention to her family.

"Ara, I'd like you to meet my family."

Arabella released a happy sigh as she laid under the thick blankets of the bed she shared with her lover. Josephine was curled against her side, her head pillowed on her shoulder as they rested from hours of love making.

The meeting with the Montilyets went well. They had exchanged many stories and the like over the course of the evening until Josie manage to excuse the both of them..

The two of them had retreated to their shared quarters. - not that Josie's family knew that little fact. - and caught up with each other. Cuddled on the sofa before the fire, glasses of warmed cider forgotten as they spoke about what each of them had been up to for the last two weeks. Josephine updated her on news of their different friends, and the day to day dealings of Skyhold and other diplomatic issues. Arabella told her of how things went at Highever, the state of the Storm Coast now that the Rifts in the area were closed. - To her delight, when she had casually mention that one of the new mabari pups at Highever imprinted on her, Josie simply gave her one of her exasperated looks and made it very clear that the hound was not allowed on the bed.

Eventually the exchange of soft kisses and touches shared throughout their conversation lead to more amorous activities. The two women reconnecting on a more intimate level, as they soon moved to their bed.

Ara knew there was more to the family visit then she had been told. Josie was returning to Antiva in a few short months for her sister's art showing after all. The dual she had had with Josie's short-term betrothed was mentioned more then once, and both of Josie's parents had given her searching looks every time it was as well. And then there was the fact Ara's family had apparently written to state they too were on their way to Skyhold, and would arrive in a week.

Granted, in the case of her family, she hadn't seen any of them since she had departed for the Conclave a year and a half ago. And she knew her family really did want to meet the woman who had captured her heart, as she wrote to them often, and mentioned Josie in nearly every letter it seemed.

Needless to say Ara had a supision as to the sudden family visits. It was something she had been thinking about more and more recently. It was finding time to talk to Josie about it, let alone carry out her plan that was the issue.

She ran through the reasons for the visit and all of her plans in her head as she combed her fingers through the dark strands of Josie's hair, the action rewarded by a soft pleased hum and a equally soft kiss to the side of her neck.

"Josie?"

"Hmm?"

Arabella gave a unseen smile at the contented drowsy response. She brushed her fingers long the length of the ring finger on Josie's left hand, the action made the darker digits twitch against her stomach where Josie had rested her hand.

"Darling?"

Josephine question, her accent thicker then it would normally be, even after love-making, or when the ambassador is on the edge of sleep.

"Marry me?"

Ara asked in return, her voice shy, lacking its usual self assurance. She had wanted to do this right, dinner, candlelight, roses and wine. She had wanted to kneel before Josie, ring in hand as she asked. She even had been planning on making a speech. - But she suspected their families where coming here to tell them both that they've already arranged their marriage to each other. - Not a bad thing. But Arabella wanted to ask before it came up, before her Antivian beauty could think that marrying her isn't something she wants badly.

"What?"

The question had caught Josephine off guard, the woman going from nearly asleep to awake and alert in seconds. She sat up, supporting her weight with one arm on the mattress, and heedless of how the blankets fell and pulled around her nude waist.

"Thats not funny Ara. Did my parents say somethin-...oh."

When Josephine set up, Ara took the chance to lean over and open the bedside table drawer on her side. She pulled out a small ring box. It was the sight of the little box that stopped Josephine's rant before it could even get started.

"I had thought about this hundreds of times. Maker, I even read Cassandra's books for ideas." Arabella began, both her and Josephine sitting up properly in bed, uncaring of their nudity as they faced one another. "No, you parents didn't say anything to me Josie, but I'm not stupid." Here she smiled. Though it was tentative and nervous.

"I can guess why they are here, and why mine are coming as well. So while I had wanted this to be perfect. I don't want you to think that..." Ara sighed, frustrated at the situation and herself. Her palms were sweating, and she felt both hot and cold all at once. She wished she was more sure about this, more sure about Josephine's desires. But they had never talked about marriage.

Straightening her shoulders and putting on her best serious face. Ara opened the ring box and pulled out the simple band of Silverite. There was no jewels or inlays, she knew that Josie didn't want a large rock on her finger. Having once confessed she found such rings to be unpractical, and a nuscence when working.

Taking a breath, she looked into Josephine's eyes, the dark skinned woman's face a picture of surprise and hope and nervousness.

"Lady Josephine Cherette Montilyet, would you do me the honor of accepting this ring, and sharing the rest of our days together in marriage, old age, with few kids and a slobbery mabari hound?"

Josephine's chin quivered, and her eyes grew glassy with tears just before she lunged across the space the separated her and Ara, tackling the woman back in a strong embrace. Josie rained kisses on Arabella's pale, sunkissed face, Whispering a single word in Antvian over and over again as she did so.

"Si! Si! Si Mi Amor." She breathed just before she captured the free marsher's lips in a passionate kiss, both women smiling into it.

When they parted for air, Arabella looked up, brushing the hair from Josephine's face so she could see her clearly. "My Antivian is a little rusty I'm afraid. But is that a yes?"

The ambassador snorted and laughed at the teasing words of her love. "Yes. Yes Arabella Elizabeth Trevelyan, I will marry you, mabari hound and bad joke included."

The ring was a perfect fit, and the pair soon found themselves lost in the throws of passion once again.

Later, once again snuggled against her new fiancee, Ara dreamed of sitting curled up on the couch with Josephine, a fire in the hearth, watching as dark haired child crawled along the floor, protected by a ever watchful mabari hound.