He is sixteen when Rowan brings Cailan to Redcliffe, all smiles and cutesy faces and it makes him feel a little sick. Eamon is doting, and Maric – King Maric, he reminds himself – is charming, but all he wants to do is go and train in the courtyard.. anything to get him away from the overly happy family they are creating. He still feels the loss of their father when they are together. Rushing down the steps, he pulls up sharp to avoid walking into a tall dark-haired man – the Hero of Ferelden himself, Loghain Mac Tir. The elder man looks at him keenly, assessing his physique, before tossing a sword at him.
"Come on, then."
They duel, and Teagan is floored within minutes, naturally. Loghain has experience way beyond the boy's simple training exercises, and pounces, blade closing in on his opponent's throat for a split-second, before a fierce look in his eyes flashes dangerously and he throws the blade to one side, instead cupping the boy's face with his hand and pressing their lips together. The intensity behind the act shocks and confuses the man, but his hands reach up to pull Loghain closer, mouth opening ever so slightly. The moment is fleeting – in an instant, the Hero of Ferelden is on his feet, offering Teagan a hand up, and he is left wondering whether it had really happened at all.
