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As I stand and watch her bloodied body cremate under the blazing fire I can not resist but to feel utterly disloyal and regretful for the actions- no, the action I did not have done.

I should not be standing here. I should not be alive. How can I say I love you when I couldn't protect you?

Lilia, Oh my dear sweet Lilia, I have failed as your lover. I have failed to protect you. I was merely a coward, a selfish fool afraid of death. I stood there helplessly as I watch you take on the final blow with the Archdemon. As king t'was my duty to protect my queen even if it means certain death. The agony, oh the agony in my heart, how my soul screams for you.

Do you remember the day we met?

I can remember everything so clearly a printed memory not faded in the wind. Duncan recruited you after the death of your parents betrayal of Arl Howe. I can remember the ancient pillars of the old vigil, the cover of endless sea of trees. You approached me after I snorted off the Mage accusing me of such harassment. I can remember what you were wearing too. The brilliant colors of your leather armor, the teal and silver leather straps across your waist, the soft Iron shoes with a splash of pink that perfectly match your gloves. I can remember the smell, your sweet aroma of dazzling flowers. You were so beautiful, even up to your death too.

From then on we were thrown around cruel and dreadful fate. Loghains betrayal at the battle of Ostagar, The death of Duncan, and all the expanded journeys gathering allies... But we where together through and through.
I can recall that sleepless night at the camp which we had stayed. You'd toss and turn on your unyielding sleeping bag not getting any sleep from those dreadful, dreadful dreams. You would wake and find me watching you, a gush of a strong waterfall would ripple from your eyes and I would eargerly pace towards you and wipe away those tears from your eyes embracing you with my rugged arms.

I'm... Not looking for an absolution for what I have done to you but I simply wish you would understand for such juvinille act of paltroon.

As I stand here and watch you burn under the horizon I can not help to wish for me to join you, but I do not deserve thee. For I do not deserve to be with you any longer. I do not deserve to cherish you in heaven, no; I shall suffer for what I've done. But my selfish actions towards you will not be a hindrance of me as a king.

I will be a glorious king for my Precious Ferelden land but I assure you, you will be remembered you will be honored for I will build a statue of your glorious victory over the blight if the Darkspawn; the Archdemon.