I'm not sure what time in the morning it was when Dorian and I finally staggered away from the tavern, probably really early in the morning or really late at night. Doesn't matter. This always happens when we play Wicked Grace. Someone ends up without clothes, under the table or lucky enough to be face first on the table. I think Sera was left under the table… again. Cassandra was face first on the table this time and Blackwall ended up with no clothes on, though he did handle it well. He acted like he had all of his armor on and walked head held high to the stables. Can't say I didn't stare. He's a little too old for me and there's something about him I can't get past. But I will admit. He's a damn good looking man under all of that armor.

I felt bad for anyone that had to see the display that Dorian and I were performing. Something about two intoxicated mages singing and dancing together as they somehow made it across the yard to the keep is what nightmares are made of. If someone didn't know better, they would have thought we were performing some type of blood ritual. And a terrible one at that. We weren't the quietest drunks either. I beat everyone in Skyhold knew what was going on. This only happens on a weekly basis… Okay that's a lie. Probably happens every other day. We need to let off steam somehow and spending it with each other is the best way I can think of. Oh the stories I could tell.

Bull followed us making sure that we, and I truly mean Dorian ended up where we were supposed to be and not face first on the steps like the last time. Best sleep I think I have ever had. I can still remember waking up to Cullen staring down at both us with a very unimpressed look on his face. Maybe he was jealous of where Dorian had placed his head and that he was acting like a big spoon, probably why I was so comfortable. That man doesn't know personal space what so ever. I can't understand why Cullen would be jealous of Dorian. The man is gay and my best friend. Cullen and I are friends and he is my advisor. I can never ever see Cullen trying something on me even if he was interested. Either way, after that night someone was DD duty. Drunken Dorian duty. He apparently leads me astray as quoted by Cullen after a very long talk about my actions in the War Room. It was almost like my father was here in Skyhold.

We slowly made our way up the steps when I turned and looked at Bull. "Why don't you two head to your room Bull? I'm sure I can make it to my room." The look on Bull's face meant I wasn't even sober enough to speak. I shook my head and continued to my quarters.

Once at the door beside the throne, I looked back to the empty Throne Room. I smiled. No sign of Dorian or Bull. Good on them for finding love in a place like this. At least someone is getting laid tonight. I sighed at my sexual frustration. I'm too scary to normal, tis what Sera tells me. Everyone just forgets that I'm a person and not an icon, Varric continues to remind me that every time we spend time together. Makes me a little lonely to think everyone is too scared to talk to me.

I leaned against the door to my quarters and pulled out my father's letter. It seemed like it had something within it. Maybe it's best to open it when I'm in my quarters and have the rest of the night to sleep of whatever drink Bull was pouring into my cup tonight.

Just as I was about to reach for the door handle, I heard a noise come from the fireplace. The ambers were smothered hours ago. There was no one in here but myself. Or so I told myself. I placed my letter back into my pocket and wandered down the hall. Flame in hand. I stood at the table in front of the fireplace and looked around. There was not there and nothing had been moved from its place.

As I looked around a gleam of silver light reflecting from my mage fire caught my eye. There stood Cullen in the doorway to Solas's room still in armor. I arched my eye brow at him. "I'm surprised you're up, Commander. I guess you heard Dorian and I in the yard." I tried to make myself look presentable while holding myself up with the table. At least I was no longer slurring my words. "I was just off to bed. Bull's on DD duty. So don't worry. I wasn't being led astray again." It sounded a lot more sarcastic than it was meant to.

Cullen stood there. He didn't say anything. He still looks like he hasn't slept in a fortnight. I watched him for a few more moments. Unsure if there was something wrong.

"Cullen, are you alright? You don't look well." I walked over to the young Templar and noticed that he had fallen asleep standing up. Was he waiting for the game to finish up? He was probably waiting to make sure that Dorian and I were behaving and not falling asleep on the steps. It did happen a lot. I have to admit.

I watched him for a few more moments, studying his features. He looked so calm standing there. I moved my mage fire up just to get a better look at his face. Such a handsome man, I can't even describe how handsome. Every feature I looked over turned me on. I just wanted to kiss every part of this man. Make him relax. I felt so bad for him consistently up in that office of his. Never leaving to do anything fun. I have to say. My favorite part of him is his lips. They're just so perfect. Even with the scar. I want to kiss him to make any pain that he has go away. There was something dark there, a dark past that he won't share to anyone.

I backed off a little. I can't be like Dorian and be in everyone's space. Especially when you're going to wake them, kind of creepy waking someone while you're right in their space.

I smiled. "Oh Cullen, I don't believe the Throne Room is a good place to be sleeping."

Cullen slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. He stared at me for a long moment and then shook away the sleep. "Inquisitor, I, uh,"

I raised my hand in protest. "Don't need to explain yourself Cullen. Someone needs to keep order. But I don't think you need to do it all of the time. Get some rest. Maybe get laid."

Both Cullen and I redden. Maybe I need to stop drinking or stop talking to Cullen while I'm drunk. "Well I'm going to bed." I turned quickly on my heels and headed straight to my quarters. "Have a good night Commander." I didn't even give him any chance to respond. I moved too quickly. If he did respond, it was probably a shy little good night.

I opened and closed the door to my quarters. I leaned on the closed door. "Great job Rowen. Tell your commander that he needs to get laid. What else would a man do with his time?" I sighed and started to walk up the stairs to my room. Why do I have to have the room at the top of the tower? I was more than content with the balcony that Vivienne enjoys. She'd be much more content with my room.

I finally made it up to the top of the tower. One wave of my hand and all of the torches lit the room. I looked around at the beauty of it. I glanced at my bad. Oh it looked so welcoming. I sighed and pulled the letter from my pocket and opened it. I walked over to my bed and sat down. On the paper was my father's hand writing. He made it personnel. He never writes his own letters. It must be important. So I began to read;

My dearest Rowen,

It's been some time since your mother and I have seen you. We hope you're doing well. We have heard from your cousin that you are working hard to fix the world's problems. She said something about you settling a family dispute. This Breach is concerning and I hope that the Marker guides and protects you well.

I apologize for being so forward and sending letters to your advisors. I knew it was the only way that you would read this letter. I feared you'd see the family crest and toss away the letter. Or so your mother has told me. Though your brothers use the crest so I doubt you'd toss the letter.

Now that the Mages and the Templars are no longer fighting and there is no sign of the circles being rebuilt any time soon. I thought we should jump on the chance to throw the yearly gathering. Have everyone come and visit. Spend some time together, drink, and tell some stories before you go off to battle this Corypheus creature. Maker knows it'll be a battle of the ages, though you probably have some time before you have to face him one on one. Please let that it be so.

Your mother wishes me to put this into the letter as well. "I wish for you to come home and stop this foolishness of being this "Inquisitor". You're a Lady of the house Trevelyan and as such you must live up to your duties. I have young man from the House Malice awaiting your arrival. He wishes to meet you." Those are your mother's words. Not mine.

Though it is always up to you my sweet little lion, you know I only want to see you happy. I know for a fact you are. You always enjoyed helping others. Even when you placed into the circle you continued to help people as best as you could.

Every time your mother and I hear stories of what you have achieved, we cringe at the thought of you in danger even though we know you're doing what you believe is right.

Please Rowen, come to the party. I know you hate them, but you would make your old man happy if you showed. I just wanted to tell you that your mother made me send the other letters to your advisors. Only because she wants to set you up with someone and pretty much tell them that they have no right to keep you there. You have more important duties than saving the world. I honestly believe that my little girl can wait as long as she wants before she is wed.

With love, your old man

P.s. I think you'll be wanting your locket back. I guess you had good reason to leave it with me before you went to the Conclave. Your hunches were always scarcely accurate.

I sat on my bed looking at each word on the paper. My father is a wonderful man. Being his only daughter, I guess I could go to the party. Telling my mother off would be fun as well. Damn her for thinking that I need a man… Okay I need a man, but not for the reason she wants one for me.

I read the letter a couple more times. Just reading it made me miss home. I pulled my locket out of the envelope. The Trevelyan crest on one side and the Templar crest on the other. My family is mostly made up of Templars and Mages. Maybe it's the reason behind being so neutral when it comes to the Mage-Templar war. My father is a mage and my mother a Templar. Well ex-templar. My older twin brothers, Vincent and Shepherd both are ex-templars as well. Shepherd married Alice who also is an ex-templar. The only one out of my brothers that isn't either a mage or a templar is my eldest brother, Thatcher.

People think that the Trevelyans are close to the Chantry. Well there's a reason behind that. My family has held land for Marker knows how long. There were always problems keeping the land. It was always threatened by the Chantry. They believe that the blood line is "tainted" with magic. To keep the secret, too keep the land and too keep the Chantry off of the Trevelyan family, my family started to hire Templars to be guards and protect the family from any problems that come from magic. After many years, some of the templars found themselves becoming a part of the family and the Templar guards weren't needed.

Could that be the reasoning behind my attraction to Cullen? I'm not attracted to him. He's just a very good friend. Yup that's it. Continue to be in denial, Rowen completely healthy. Not like I have time for romance like Bull and Dorian. I sighed.

I sat up, placed the letter on my desk. Got ready for bed and settled in for the night. Tomorrow is going to be another full day.