The Chant of Light could be heard from all corners of the Chantry on that day. The sunbeams poured through the stained glass windows. The colourful beams covered the spectators as the Grand Cleric gave her sermon. Several Senior Enchanters stood in line at the front of the spectators. One enchanter in particular was stealing glances at the woman kneeling in front of them.

Her golden hair shone in the blue beam that was cast on her. He thought she looked like a piece of the sky itself. She raised her face and her sky blue eyes too shone. His eyes met hers and she gave him the slightest smile. He quickly adverted his gaze and he felt a fluttering in his stomach.

"Stand now, Meredith Stannard, as the Knight Commander of Kirkwall." Elthina announced as she lay the golden tiara of Andraste on the young woman's head. She stood and placed her hand on her chest looking at the stone statue of Andraste behind the procession. She stole another quick glance to the elf perched to the left. His green robes were flawless and his coal black hair was brushed back off his forehead. She felt a knot in her stomach and turned back to Andraste praying silently that The Maker would forgive her for the feelings that had began to form between her and the Senior Enchanter.

That night after the celebrations started to die down, Meredith took the opportunity to slip away upstairs to her quarters. She was halfway up the stairs when she heard someone call her name.

"Meredith." she prepared to give her first scolding as Knight Commander, when she saw the familiar dark haired head poke around the corner.

"Orsino." she responded curtly.

"There you are. I was looking around for you all evening."

"For what purpose?"

"I have a bottle of wine, would you like to share it?" she paused and looked into his warm green eyes.

"Yes, come in." she reluctantly let Orsino in to her new quarters.

"Guylain never kept this place as nice." he said sitting down at the table in the sitting room.

"You entertained Guylain as well?"

"On occasion we would have a whiskey and have a chat. I hope you'll be willing to continue the tradition."

"Sure." she smiled. He popped the cork and poured up a glass for each of them.

"When I first saw you years I knew you'd make something out of yourself." she felt her cheeks burn.

They drained glass after glass finishing the wine and moving on to a brandy Meredith had found in a cupboard. After emptying is fifth glass he slammed into the table.

"You my dear, have been promoted to the ultimate chain holder and yet I am somewhat proud. I'd like you to yank my chain any day."

"Excuse me?" intoxication flushed Meredith's cheeks "Chain holder? You make it seem like I am a slaver not a protector of the Chantry."

"Well the comparison is there." he smiled.

"Watch your mouth." she snapped grabbing his wrist tightly.

"Touch a nerve?" her face turned red as she lessened her grip on his wrist and slipped her hand around his. He stared at the table them looked deeply in eyes and Meredith saw something she never saw before. Her heart skipped a beat. He grabbed her collar and kissed her passionately. She gasped when he broke the lip lock, she was mortified.

"Maker's breath, what are you thinking?"

"I'm not thinking of anything but you." He rasped tracing her jaw with his slender finger. Her heart pounded and his touch seemed like sparks on her skin.

She closed the distance between them tasting the sweet wine on his lips. She ran his fingers through his hair as his hands explored her body. First her breasts and down to her hips.

She began undoing the fastening on his shirt her heart pounding so hard in her ears she was nearly deafened. He began to guide her towards the bed slipping his hands into the folds of her robe. She felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and she pulled him into the bed on top of her.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered as he slipped off his small clothes.

"Shut up." she snapped as she flipped him over pinning his slender frame beneath her.

She stretched herself across him allowing him to rake his hands across her back undoing her breast band. His cock twitched against her belly as she kissed his neck. She rubbed her thigh along his erection as he moaned.

"Please" he whispered and she leaned forward and lowered herself onto to him exhaling deeply as he filled her. She started rocking slowly and he grabbed her hips and he began matching her movements, slowly at first and then faster and harder. He slowly sat up as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades. She moaned and ground her teeth as she got closer to her climax. Meredith shoved him flat on his back and gave her a deep dry kiss as she felt herself tighten and grab his cock.

He snorted and clawed her hips as she felt his seed spill inside her. She slid off him quickly and collapsed next to him panting as her orgasm racked her body. She heard him rasping to catch his breath as he lay a sweaty clammy hand on the small of her back.

"Your first night as Knight Commander and you've already began a steamy affair suitable for your new status." he rasped.

"And my first order as Knight Commander is that you will never ever speak of this to a single soul."

"Oh I won't trust me, besides who would believe me anyway?"

They lay in silence for a while until he started snoring lightly. She rolled from her stomach to her side her silk sheets slinging to her still sweaty body, covering her nakedness.

What had she done? She began cursing herself.

"Maker forgive me I have lain with a poor cursed soul." She whispered in prayer.

Not even an hour ago he was just a friend, it wasn't sinful to befriend a mage but he wasn't just a friend anymore.