Hawke woke up as her mabari Kit jumped on her bed. She scratched him behind his ears causing her faithful companion to wiggle his tail in happiness. She looked around the room, her head a real mess as Kit jumped on her legs, craving for attention.

"Down with you. I told you to stay off the bed." Kit whined but he obeyed, instead he lied down on the carpet before the fireplace. She heard her empty belly and sighed as she stood up from the bed, calling Kit to follow her. Kit woofed in happiness as he followed his mistress down the stairs. Orana greeted her downstairs, Kit right behind Hawke as she stretched her hands above her head, yawning as she did so.

"Morning Orana."

"Morning mistress. Have you slept well?" She is so sweet, it's a shame that she has no man, she thought as she smiled at the obedient elf. Hawke came close to her and patted her shoulder before she answered.

"Very well even." Orana grinned at her, though Hawke wondered why. Nothing particular interesting happened last night. She thought about what she said wrong to the elf as her small and sweet voice broke her thoughts.

"I have prepared you some tea and waffles, mistress. The food is in your study."

"Thank you Orana." Orana bowed as Hawke walked past her towards her study, the hunger growing more and more. She entered and saw the food placed on the small round table she had in the study. Usually she used the table to read or to check some papers with a cup of tea, now she would use it to eat and she was pleased to see the fire already burning in the fireplace. She sat down on one of the neatly decorated chairs and took her cup to sip her tea. Then she took her waffles and ate them, the sweetness of the food melting in her mouth. She was in deep thought as she ate the waffles, somehow she felt strange, as of something happened which she can't remember, suddenly Bodahn entered the study and his eyes widened in surprise though Hawke wondered why. He came to her as he rubbed his hands, clearly he wanted to ask her something but he was either too embarrassed or too shy.

"What is it, Bodahn?" She asked him chuckling as he stopped next to her, his face worried.

"Eeh, mistress...I am sorry for asking but, are you alone?" She blinked at him confused, not really understanding why he asked her that question.

"Of course. Who should be with me?" Then Bodahn blinked at her, clearly confused about her answer. He wasn't sure if he should press further on, but...he had to tell her if she somehow forgot.

"I thought that...Prince Vael would be here for breakfast." Hawke narrowed her eyes at him, now she was even more confused, but she felt something...

"Why would he be here for-" Oh Maker no...no, no, no, no...NO! This can't be...this can't be! Bodahn saw the fear written on her face but still he continued.

"He was here last night and I haven't heard him leave so I thought-" He couldn't even finish the sentence as Hawke stood up and ran to the nearby bucket, her hand on her mouth as she fell on her knees, the waffles and tea she drank earlier out of her body. She vomited not because she was sick but because she felt disgusted of herself. What have I done, she kept asking herself as she leaned her forearm on the bucket, silent tears going down her face.

"Mistress are you well? Should I call for lord Anders?" Hawke didn't have the strength to speak, nor did she had the strength to move. She sat there leaned on the bucket on her knees as she cried, her heart torn apart and her mind screaming at her. She hated herself, she hated herself for doing such a thing. Now he is going to hate me for the rest of his life, she thought as she began to cry aloud. Orana ran into the study with Kit on her side, she saw her mistress on the floor and she asked Bodahn what happened. He explained her everything but still no one dared to move closer to her, then she vomited again and Bodahn turned to Orana.

"I am going to call lord Anders. You stay here with her Orana." Bodahn turned to leave but her loud roar stopped him.

"NO!" Bodahn and Orana froze as she stood up, her face hidden from her hair. Both of them stared at her as she came closer to them, her face still hidden to them.

"Don't call for anyone. I will be at my chambers if anyone needs me." She walked past them, the bucket she threw up in under her arms as she made her way to her bedroom. Maker what a fool I am, she thought as she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She fell on the floor with her back leaned on the door, the bucket now in her lap as she cried, her heart heavy with fear and disgust. Of course he would leave you, you harassed him you crazy idiot. Now I have lost even the little closeness we had, and you lost a friend, a friend that meant the world to you you stupid, silly... She cradled her face in her palms as even more tears fell down her face, her sobs and cries filling her room as she struggles hard not to vomit again. She breathed deeply as she leaned her head on the door in hope to calm her mind and heart, but to no avail. She continued to cry her heart out as she placed the bucket aside. She would not leave her house today, and she wasn't sure if she would walk out this week or the next.

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A few days later...

Hawke was walking through Hightown browsing the market stalls on her way to Lowtown. She needed Varric to find some info about a group of Tal-Vashoth that attacked some travelers on the Wounded Coast and she had the honor to wipe them out. She thought of bringing Fenris for close quarters, he had very useful skills though he and Hawke didn't see always eye to eye. Merrill would come with them too, her magic something that is very vital in a battle against Tal-Vashoth. Then she thought of bringing Sebastian with them, his skills with the bow are very handy and they always needed an archer- She stopped, shaking her head as she remembered that Sebastian was not an option. Silly, remember that you harassed him, she thought as she made her way back to the Hanged Man, banishing the memory of their night together. Hawke had other men, she and Isabella had that in common, but Hawke was more discreet about her adventures then Isabella, and that Hawke thought was a big difference. Moments passed and she found herself at the entry door to the Hanged Man where Varric hopefully was, if he is not hiding from the merchants guild again. She smiled as she waved her hand to Corf signaling him to bring her the usual, he just nodded to her as she made her way up the stairs. She could hear them joking around, probably playing wicked grave again, she thought as she opened the door to Varric's suite, a small smile on her face as she started to speak to them.

"If you're playing wicked grace hold some cards out...for...me." Her blood froze, her stomach turned over and over as she saw Merrill, Anders, Fenris, Isabella and...Makers breath why him... Sebastian. All of them didn't pay much attention to her, but his piercing blue eyes fell on her the moment she opened the door. She swallowed many times as she hoped the ground would open underneath her and swallow her, but no matter how hard she pleaded she stood there, in the Hanged Man, his eyes on her. Nobody noticed her pale face as they were all trapped in the game, Varric managed to speak to her as he watched both Anders and Fenris.

"Wait a moment Hawke, you'll have your cards. Here take a seat next to Choir boy." You really love to torture me, huh, dear Maker? She stood there, immobilized, her heart threatening to explode and her stomach turning over and over. She swallowed again, her lips and mouth dry as a desert as she slowly took her steps towards the free place...next to Sebastian. His eyes never left her as she walked towards him, his body temperature rising the moment he saw her. He was glad to see her but he just hadn't the courage to go to her and to clear the things that bothered him. Maybe I could throw her on my shoulder and carry her to her bedroom as I spank her, again and again and-

"You deaf? Your turn Choir boy!" Varric shouted at him from across the table, and Sebastian almost dropped his cards as he held them with shaky hands. He cleared his throat as he felt her sitting next to him.

"O-of course." Is he blushing because of me? Hawke wondered as she sat down next to him, her hands fisted in her lap as she worked her lower lip, suddenly she felt weary and sick again, her mind waving from side to side as it seemed. She rubbed her forehead, her face even more pale. Merril noticed her pale friend and she had to ask her.

"Are you okay Hawke? You look so pale..." Hawke just stared at the cards on the table, she hadn't the strength to speak as her entire body stared to sweat. Anders lifted his head from his cards as he heard no answer from her.

"Hawke you alright?" Again no answer from her. Sebastian dared a sideways glance at her, it was then that he saw her pale face staring at him as if she's seen a ghost. Anders brought his hand on her forehead and he withdrew hastily as he felt how cold she was.

"Makers breath Hawke, you're cold as ice!" Anders said aloud and everyone forgot the game as they saw her pale face staring at Sebastian. Varric called for Norah to bring a mug with water as everyone tried to figure out what's wrong with her. She saw his eyes and she immediately remembered the night they spent together, how wonderful it was, how she craved for his touch, his kiss, his everything...the thought made her sad...and sick. She burped, again and again until she ran off to the nearest bucket in the corner and vomited. All of them watched her as she vomited in the bucket, everyone worried as to what is wrong with her. Sebastian's heart told him to go to her and to comfort her, but his mind was winning over his heart...again. Anders came and knelt next to her as he grabbed her hair pushing it out of her face as she vomited again. After a moment she stopped, cradling her face in her palms as she felt embarrassed like never before. Anders placed a hand around her shoulders in a half hug as he stroked the remaining hair out of her face.

"Hawke what's wrong with you?" She cleaned her face with a handkerchief that Isabella gave her before she spoke, her voice a mere whisper.

"I am not feeling very well...must be the food." Anders continued to stroke her hair and Sebastian could feel a sudden surge of jealousy going through his body, his mind, his heart...he stood there, watching them from a distance as he comforted her. He is just calming her, that's all, he thought as his foot silently began tapping on the floor, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Anders slowly lifted her as he held her hands, her entire body shook from the vomiting. She lifted her head to look at them; all of them were worried. She stopped her eyes at Sebastian and she watched him, her stomach starting to turn over again as she tried to read his expression. Maker is that...jealousy I see on his face? She turned her head to Anders as she took his hand in hers to steady herself, a mean idea crossing her mind as Sebastian lowered his head to at least try to ignore them.

"Anders, please…could you walk me back home?" Sebastian's head snapped up at the words he heard. WHAT? She is asking him to bring her home? His nostrils flared, his eyes filled with jealousy as he watched Anders hugging her waist. His hands turned to fists as he watched them leave, and Sebastian hated himself for listening to his mind.

"No problem Hawke, then I'll see to what is wrong with you." They both exited Varric's suite, Anders half hugging her waist as he held her hand. Sebastian shook his head to clear his mind from the jealousy. He is just taking care of her...as a friend. Andraste be my guidance. He thought to himself as he sat back with the others on the table. He took a deep breath as he watched the others, the silence growing in the room until Fenris decided to break it.

"She is not safe in the hands of the abomination!" Thank you Holy Maker that I am not the only one who dislikes Anders. Varric shook his head before he drank his mug.

"Oh please Broody, what could Blondie do to her? Take advantage of her while she is in such a state?" Fenris leaned across the table, his teeth bared at Varric.

"Yes, that's exactly what he could do." Varric filled his mug again, the annoyance clearly written on his face but Isabella interrupted his thoughts.

"I don't know, Anders is very charming and he is a mage, and mages can do amazing things with their tongue's." Fenris snorted, Varric shook his head in annoyance and Sebastian's anger only grew, his hands fisted on the table.

"What can he do with his tongue?" Asked poor Merril not understanding Isabella's jest.

"I'll explain it later to you, kitten." Merril lowered her head, her cheeks turning pink and the embarrassment clearly written on her face.

"Did I miss something dirty again? Oh I never catch that..." She emptied her mug as Isabella patted her shoulder. Sebastian watched Isabella, his anger slowly building up as he tried, desperately tried to banish the images of him kissing her where he already kissed her, touching her where he already touched her...having her in the way he already had her...it was enough for him. He stood up from the table and left without a word. Varric called for him but he didn't want to turn back, he couldn't. He had to get out of here and he needed to be alone. He had to pray...or run into a bunch of bandits and let his frustration out on them.

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Hawke entered her mansion with Anders on her side, his hand hugging her waist and his other hand holding her hand. He is warm, very warm even, she thought as he walked her into her bedroom. It was night, and they were alone now in the large house, everyone else is sleeping and Hawke felt somehow...strange. She lied down on her bed as Anders covered her with the blanket, tugging the blanket around her shoulders. She watched him, how he cared for her and how his smile never left his face. Why is he smiling like that? She thought as he brought his hands to her face to measure her temperature. Maker he is so warm...but he is not- She broke her thought, her face sad and her stomach doing a flip as she remembered Sebastian's face. It was jealousy, she was certain and she smiled inwardly as she realized that he was jealous, and somehow that thought made her happy. Anders saw her smile and he couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you smiling like that?" She still smiled as she averted her eyes at him.

"Oh nothing. I am feeling better now, thanks." He smiled back at her, his heart beating faster the moment he saw her smile. He sat next to her on the bed as he turned to her.

"You have a little fever, but nothing is wrong with you. You're fine." She leaned her back on the pillows as she folded her hands in her lap. Anders turned his body to her, facing her completely now as his eyes trailed on her face. She watched him as he took her hand in his, his warmth radiating from his body...again. Maker why is he so warm and nice, why is he smiling like that? He brought his hand up to cup her face, the smile still on his face, but his eyes were filled with something else.

"You worried me, Hawke. I thought you were sick." Maker why is he staring at me like that? I want him to stop but he just keeps staring at me. Hawke felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable and she broke the eye contact. She closed her eyes for a moment and looked away, her heart beating faster and her breathing sped up. Suddenly she felt his hand taking her chin forcing her face back to him, his face bearing an unreadable expression as his eyes gazed deep into hers. She blinked rapidly a few times, her heart beating frantically as she saw him lowering his face towards her. Hawke didn't had the time to react as his mouth fell over hers in a long, heated kiss. Her eyes were still open as her brain realized what was going on, his hands still on her face. She narrowed her eyes at him as she found the strength to grab him by his shoulders and to push him away. He fell off the bed, his arse hitting the floor as he looked back at her, his eyes wide and confused where hers were filled with anger and hate.

"Hawke I am sorry, I thought-"

"It's best you leave." She said angrily to him as he stood up. He cleared his throat and tried to convince her that it was a...slip.

"Hawke, please I am sorry." Then she looked at him in the way she looks at her victim; her narrowed eyes flared with anger, her nostrils flared and her hands turned to fists in her lap. He submitted, he turned and left, his heart heavy with guilt and sadness. Hawke watched him leave until he closed the door, leaving her alone in the room. She blinked a few times as she realized she was crying, alone and hurt. She could have Anders, she even found him attractive and lovely, but she couldn' heart, and mind, belonged to someone else. Great Hawke, now you can't even bed the sexiest mage you ever saw in your life because you love Sebastian. She broke her thoughts at that sentence, her eyes wide with shock. She shook her head as she lied down on the bed covering her head with the blanket as she thought that the fever causes her to think such stupid thoughts, but still she feared that it was true and that she already fell for the charms of her sexy prince.

"Damn you Sebastian! May the Void take you, you stupid, silly, daft, sexy, charming idiot!" She spoke to herself, the frustration and anger now overwhelming her. Suddenly she felt sick again, luckily she had a bucket placed near her bed and she leaned over it as she started to vomit again. It was strange, she never felt sick before and now she vomited without a reason. When she finished she settled back in the bed, her mind tired from today's vomiting and she hoped that she would feel better tomorrow.

Notes:

I love so much to torture our lovely, sexy and charming prince. And by the way, thank you for reviewing and reading Valentine, Oh Valentine's day. It really means a lot to me, and who knows, if the reviews keep coming I might add another chapter. You can even PM me if you have an idea about a one-shot. Oh well, I am blabbering again...sorry. Chapter 3 coming out soon!