Right, so I've had this idea in my head for a few days now, and only now had time to write it down.

Given that the 'Amell' family are technically nobility, which would mean that Alistair could marry the mage warden without having to hide it, or whatever.

So, here we go.

Oh! And there is more than one 'Warden', but only one per race.

Solona Theirin (Amell) – Queen of Fereldan, busy with 'Queenly duties', and well-liked by her people.

Lyra Mahariel – Romanced Leliana, became Warden-Commander. Blunt, and fond of apples.

Natia Brosca – Died taking down the blight. Was named Paragon, the only Casteless ever to earn such a title.

This takes place during early act two of DA2.

"No."

Solona Amell, The Twenty-Five year old Queen of Fereldan rolled her eyes at her Husband. "Alistair, I'll be fine. I'm going in my capacity as Queen, nothing more."

Solona was a Mage, and notably, had snow white hair, currently held in a small, bushy ponytail. She had The Amell blue eyes, and she carried herself with a degree of world-weariness and self-assurance.

"No Solona. Kirkwall isn't Mage friendly, and it doesn't matter that you are Queen, Knight-Commander Meredith would arrest you on principle."

"Alistair, I want a chance to meet my family. My real family. This…'Hawke' may be my only chance in order to do so" Solona grinned, and gave Alistair the dreaded puppy eyes.

Alistair acted wounded "Gah! Damn you evil woman! You know I can't resist the eyes." The King sighed. "Fine. But be careful, and take Artus with you, just to be safe."

Solona giggled, jumped up and down, and dashed over to him, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you sweetie!" And she dashed off, probably to pack.

Alistair laughed to himself, and shook his head. "Maker, I love that woman, even if she is a bit mad sometimes."

A flash of snow white hair appeared in the corner of his eye, and he looked up, and saw his wife leaning against the doorframe, a sly grin on her face.

"I heard that."

Later, Alistair requested that the Warden-Commander come visit him, and she did, and he told her of Solona's plan.

"Huh….so you want me to go with her?" Lyra asked, fiddling with her long ponytail idly.

"Yes." Alistair confirmed with a sigh. "It's not that I don't trust that she'll be safe or anything, it's just-"

"She is the love of your life and you'd wage war to get her back? And no doubt most of the remaining army, plus the Dalish and Circle of Magi would probably agree to go to war to get her back."

Lyra Mahariel wasn't known for toning things down.

"Yes. All of those things."

Lyra let out an exasperated sigh. "Natia was good at that sort of thing."

Silence hung in the air at the mention of the fallen warden. Less than two weeks ago the 'Old gang' had travelled to Orzammar for the dwarf's funeral (Lyra could have sworn she saw Morrigan there too).

Natia had been born Casteless, and had had to be forcibly conscripted into the Wardens by Duncan, and enjoyed traveling about Fereldan, she even planned on going with Sten back to Par Vollen. Sadly, her dream was cut short when they learned that a Warden had to die in order to kill the Archdemon.

It happened so fast, Natia moved quicker than Lyra could have thought a dwarf could, and before anyone could stop her, she had rammed her greatsword into Urthemiel's skull.

"Indeed…but I doubt she'd keep Solona out of trouble. In fact, she'd probably get her in even more trouble."

The pair shared a laugh.

"Yeah…Natia was decent like that." Lyra agreed, and flipped her pony tail back from her shoulder.

"So, will you do it? Will you go with her?"

Lyra sighed again "Alistair, you know I can't."

Alistair nodded "I know. But it wouldn't hurt to ask." He opened his mouth to speak, but Lyra cut him off.

"No. You can't ask Leliana."

Alistair closed his mouth in defeat.

Solona rested her staff against her shoulder as she waited at the front door of the Palace, her loyal Mabari, Artus, sat at her feet. He stood up when he saw Alistair coming toward his mistress. She was dressed in what looked like merchant's clothes, rather than the robes and dresses she was usually expected to wear.

"Solona, figured I best see you off." He said.

"Yes sweetie, that's probably a good idea."

"Sure there's no way I can convince you that this is a bad plan?"

"No…sure there is no way I can convince you to come with me?"

Alistair chuckled. "You know that I can't"

"I know. I'll be back soon, I promise." She got on tiptoes, and placed a long, hard kiss on her Husband's lips, one that was returned.

"Stay safe. Solona…" Alistair said as she walked through the gates.

After leaving the safety of the Palace, the Queen of Fereldan sped through the backstreets, Artus at her side. When they arrived at the docks, she found the Ship Captain that had agreed to ferry her to Kirkwall, and went aboard the Ship, the Rusted Lock. When the ship left port an hour or so later, Solona waved enthusiastically at the city.

"Goodbye Denerim! See you in two months…ish!"

Gamlen Amell grunted awake as there was a knock at his door. He swore loudly, and shouted for the person to piss off. The knocking continued.

Gamlen stomped to his front door, and swung it open. His jaw dropped. There, in his doorway, stood the Queen of Fereldan, and her dog.

"Gamlen Amell? I'm Revka's daughter. Solona Theirin. I'm your niece! Nice to meet you!"

Gamlen swore he needed another drink. All these nieces and nephews were making his head hurt.

I should start work on chapter two later today, given it is 1AM here, so goodnight, stay safe and please, leave a review!