Six months after the Archdemon had fallen and Morrigan had mysteriously disappeared with Alistair's demon offspring developing in her womb; Ashavise and Alistair were supposed to marry. Ashavise remembered looking out a window to see Denerim being rebuilt below while her tailor was fitting her for her wedding gown. It warmed her heart to see how much she had did for the shems her clan hated. She let her eyes shut and let out a small, but happy, sigh.
It had taken her awhile to come to terms with the fact she could never return to her clan. Especially after the marriage since shem and elven relationships were considered taboo. Oddly enough, it seemed the nobles from all over Ferelden were getting accustomed to having a Dalish woman being the betrothed to the Theirin bastard.
"Lady Mahariel… You look beautiful in white… King Alistair is sure a lucky man." The tailor grabbed her skirt and slowly bowed her head down towards the thin-framed, soon-to-be Queen. "Here, take a look."
The tailor slowly tilted her head up and dropped her skirt, walking over to a huge, oval shaped mirror and pointed it towards Ashavise.
Here is where she finally realized how much she had grown. She was only nineteen when the Fifth Blight had started and it had been the year before the Blight where she had the honor of wearing the complex version of the Vallaslin of Ghilan'nain.
Now she stood in front of the mirror in a lovely, white dress that was tight against her small-frame. It had shown off what little curves that she had. The sleeves reached down all the way to the floor.
"Ma serannas, Maude. I hope it didn't cause you much trouble." Ashavise smiled and brought her hands up to her hair, running her hands through her freshly cut hair. It was cut short, the way she liked it, and it sat comfortably behind her ears.
After a few minutes, Maude led the elf out of the room and into the hallway where she would walk into the Landsmeet chamber to be greeted by hundreds of people who wanted to watch the royal wedding between The Hero of Ferelden and the King. Anxiety welled up inside of the elf and she took a deep breath. What she didn't expect was Oghren to be in the hallway.
"Aye, Fire Lady.. Down here." The dwarf remarked and Ashavise looked down at him. The elf rolled her eyes.
"My name is Ashavise, not Fire Lady… Also, why aren't you in the Landsmeet chamber?" She muttered and noticed something that surprised her. Oghren didn't reek of ale… Or alcohol, in that matter. "Are you alright?" The dwarf let out a boisterous laugh.
"I'm soddin' fine. I jus' came to say, make sure to bug the grownup pike-twirler for me, will ya?" Oghren ended up laughing again… Ashavise didn't really seem to understand.
"Lady, I think it is time to depart." Maude bit down on her lip after she spoke.
"Alright, alright. It was nice to see you again, old friend." The elf grabbed her dress and picked it up so she didn't trip.
She stood in front of the Landsmeet chambers doors and she closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath before Maude had pushed open the door for Ashavise. All eyes in the chamber focused on the red-haired elf in the white dress but she didn't pay them any mind, her eyes were focused on one thing only.
Her soon-to-be husband standing right at the end of the aisle.
