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Chapter 2

She had to get out of here. Alaina paced in front of the fire in the darkened chamber. Everyone else had to be asleep by now. Wynne was still refusing to allow her to leave her chambers. She kept saying that Alaina needed to rest, but what Alaina really needed was to escape her so called prison. She felt ten years old again and her mother had locked her in her chambers to prevent her from running wild.

Alaina stopped pacing. The pain of losing her family had not lessened in the past year. Still no word about Fergus, and she knew Alistair had already sent people out looking for him. Absentmindedly, Alaina place a hand over her middle. She longed to her the advice her mother had given to Oriana. Wynne knew of the same thing, and she did trust her. But the elder mage was not her mother. Sighing, Alaina sat on the edge of her bed. She felt alone. Alistair hadn't been to see her in days. Wynne had only told her was busy, but Alaina knew that couldn't be all.

Glancing up at the darkened window, Alaina was beginning to worry. He would have tried to find a way to see her by now. Almost everyone else had come for a short visit, everyone but Sten. Alaina got off the bed. Where was he? What was going on?

Walking over to the chair by the fire, Alaina made up her mind. Since she could sense Alistair, thanks to the taint they both shared, she would just find him and see what was wrong. Picking up her dressing gown off the back of the chair, Alaina glanced over at Aedan.

"Stay here, Boy."

The Marbari raised his head as his mistress put the dressing gown on over her night gown.

Alaina walked over to the door, and slowly and silently opened it. Wynne might have posted guards outside her door. So she quickly looked up and down the dark corridor. Smiling at not seeing anyone there, she stepped out into the darkness and began to walk towards where she sensed Alistair.

As quickly as she could, Alaina silently walked the long corridor towards the Royal Chambers. It did hit her a few times that she was looking for the very chambers that she would day share with Alistair. She came to the door and opened it. Quickly, she slipped into the darkened chamber. Shutting the door behind her, Alaina walked towards a male figure slumped over a desk. She placed her hand gently on his shoulder.

He didn't move off the desk, but Alistair sighed as he reached his arm across and placed his hand over hers. "Sorry, I haven't come to see you. It's a horrible excuses, but I've just been so busy."

"What's wrong? Can I help?"

Alistair raised his head and removed his hand. "Being king is going to be harder than I though and I knew it was going to be hard. Also, I'm worrying about you and the child."

Alaina smiled slightly as she moved her hand off his shoulder. "We're both fine, so stop worrying. Now let me help."

Alistair sat up and turned to face her. "I'm not officially king, and already, I'm over my head."

Alaina moved closer to the desk. Alistair turned back towards the desk and lit a candle so that they could see. Alaina glanced at the documents scattered on the desk.

"Let me see, what has you so upset." Alaina picked up one of the documents.

Alistair grinned. "You're supposed to be resting."

"So what?" Alaina read the document in her hand. "So this is about how best to rebuild Denerim."

"Most of them are. They are also requests from the Alienage."

"We need to rebuild both Denerim and the Alienage. No matter what others will say we need to help the Elves."

"I agree. I was thinking of asking Valendrian to be an adviser. It would help in trying to improve the lives of the Elves here Denerim."

Alaina sat the document she was holding back on the desk and picked up another. "See you're already thinking like a king." She read the new document in her hand. "Anything else? Have you heard anything about Fergus?"

Alistair stood up. "I haven't heard anything yet. I'm sorry."

Alaina nodded. "You only began the search about a week ago. I would be surprised if you had news so soon."

"I wish I did." Alistair sighed.

Alaina turned towards him. "Fergus will try to make it to Highever. Did you send anyone there?"

"Yes, I also sent men south. He might have heard word about you and could be heading here."

"True."

Alistair reached over and took the document out of her hands. Alaina looked at him quizzically as he sat them on the desk. He moved closed her and bent his head to the side slightly. "I have one more thing I need your help with."

Alaina grinned. "Really, what is it?"

Gently wrapping his arms around her waist, Alistair pulled her closer to him. Alaina wrapped her arms around his neck. Grinning, he bent his head down towards her. "This."

Alaina grinned as Alistair kissed her. It felt good to be back in his arms and kissing him again.

"All right, that's enough. You two are not supposed to be alone together anymore, and Alaina, you shouldn't be out of your chambers."

The two lovers broke the kiss, and Alaina removed her arms from around Alistair's neck, while Alistair took a step back. They looked over at Wynne, who stood in the opened doorway with her hands on her hips.

Alistair hid his face behind Alaina's. "I think we've been found out."

Alaina giggled until she looked at Wynne's stern face.

Wynne walked into the chamber. "I don't know what else to do. Next I'll be putting a barrier over your door."

Alaina turned her head to face Wynne. "I've been helping him, Wynne."

Wynne walked over to the pair. "Oh, I can see that." Sighing, she began to pace. "Maker, help me."

Alaina sighed and looked at Alistair, who reluctantly removed his arms. "Wynne, Alistair really did need help. We just had the one kiss."

Wynne stopped pacing. "At least no one saw you. Now, come on, Alaina. You need to get back to your chambers."

Giving Alistair a quick kiss on the cheek, Alaina gave in. She walked towards the old mage. "I'm going."

Alaina walked past Wynne and stopped when she reached the door. She turned and winked at Alistair before walking out of the chamber. Alaina grinned on her way back to her chambers. She understood where Wynne was coming from, but somehow she always knew when he needed her. Sometimes she felt that he knew when she needed him.

When she had entered the chamber in the Gauntlet where a shadow image of her father stood, she had all but fallen to her knees. Oh, she would have fallen if not for the fact Alistair had wrapped an arm around her and held her up. Once the specter was gone, she had turned in his arms and had cried into the shoulder of his armor. He had wrapped his arms around her as cried. The others had remained silent, as they stood near by.

Alaina forced back a sob. Oh, how she wished that Alistair could have meet her parents. Her mother would be more than overjoyed that Alaina had finally agreed to get marry. The fact that her betroth was the King of Ferelden would have made her mother float on air. Her father would just ask her over and over again was this really want she wanted, and did he make her happy. Fergus...well, she didn't want to think about that. What if he wasn't dead?

Walking back into her chambers, Alaina shut her door. Aedan raised his head as she walked over to the chair by the dying fire. She would not give up hope. Fergus was out there somewhere. He had to be. Yes, he had been at Ostagar, but there may be a chance that he wasn't at the battle. Cailan had told her that Highever's men had arrived, but they were out scouting. Hopefully they weren't the group that they had found hanging in the Korcari Wilds. She would give herself time. Eventually, she would need to return to Highever. She needed to see if there were survivors in the village and Alienage.

Watching the dying fire, Alaina sighed. She would remain in Denerim at least until Alistair's coronation. Then she would make a trip to Highever.

Alaina moved away from the fire and stood beside her bed. Alistair would fight her. He would want her to remain in Denerim, at least until the baby was born, but she needed to see her ancestral home once more. Something needed to be built to honor her family and the others lost because of Howe. A slow sad smile formed on her face. Nan would be proud of her and would have loved to see her have her own children.

Fighting back the tears that threatened to fall., Alaina sat on the edge of the bed. No matter how often she cried, it did not lessened the pain. There was no one to share in her joy except for Alistair, and well, everyone seemed to be keeping them apart.

Sensing she was upset, Aedan got off the stone floor and walked over to his mistress. He placed his head in her lap.

Alaina grinned as she petted him. "Well I have you. Don't I, Boy?"

The Marbari whined and licked her hand.

"All right, I need to talk to Wynne. If I explain things, she might understand what's going on."

The Marbari looked up at her.

Alaina smiled at her hound. "All right, time for bed." Alaina stood up, as Aedan moved back to his place by the fire. After taking off her dressing gown, she tossed it on the back of the chair. Then she climbed back into the unmade bed. Pulling the blankets over herself, Alaina closed her eyes. She still felt lost and alone, but smiled at the slight sense of Alistair not too far away. Now she knew why Oriana had wished her mother had been there when she had Oren.

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Alistair stood in front of the dying fire in his chamber. Around him all was silent except of the crackling of the fire. Alaina was back in her chambers, and Wynne was gone. He felt alone. He felt like he was ten years old and sleeping in the stables. For the last year or so, he had always been around people. And since Alaina had awoken, he had really only see Arl Eamon, who only came to give him more news. He needed to really talk to Alaina, but he couldn't stop himself from kissing her when she had come to his rooms.

The two of them really needed to discuss their engagement, as well as their child, and her plans for Highever, but when could they when he was so busy and Wynne was refusing to allow her out of her chambers. They needed to sit down and talk about the future, something that they had thought about, they hadn't actually talked about. There were times when he had thought they wouldn't have one. His heart had all but stopped when Riordan had told them that one of the three of them had to die in other to kill the Archdemon. After all he and Alaina had only become engaged not too long before. And on the way from Denerim to Redcliff he had actually began to think of having a future, a future with Alaina. If they didn't have children, then they would deal with it together. If they did, well that would be a blessing. But hearing that one of them could die, if Riordan didn't kill the Old God, all of it almost vanished.

He had spent some time thinking about what to do Wynne had called him. Standing in the elder mage's room listening to Morrigan telling him of the ritual, hope had returned. Then after the ritual had been performed, he had gone to Alaina and spent the night with her as he had for the last few months, but knowing that there was a chance that this night would create life.

Long before dawn, Wynne had come into Alaina's room and examined her. After the mage had told him that the ritual was a success, he had kissed Aliana's forehead, before leaving her alone so that he could get to his room before anyone else had awakened. Even then he was obeying the Nobility's rules. Even though she had been a Grey Warden, Alaina was still a Cousland.

When Howe had walked in with Loghain before the Landsmeet, it had taken all his Templar training, not to walk up to the man, who had murder her entire family, and not introduce him to his sword. It still honored him that Alaina had allowed him to use the Cousland family shield, since she did not know how to use it properly. Now both the Cousland family shield and sword were in the royal vault. There they would stay there as long as Alaina wished it. No matter how low on coins they were, she never sold the only things she had to remind her of her family.

Alistair grinned. He wished he could have met her father. Eamon had told him tales of Bryce Cousland, when he was younger. He could almost say that Bryce had been a hero of his. Actually, he had met the Teyrn, when he was ten. It was when Eamon had taken him to Derenim to be placed in the Chantry. Wait a minute. When he had met Teyrn Bryce, there had been a little girl with dark hair and hazel eyes with him. Could that have been Alaina?

Alistair sat down in the chair before the fire. It had to have been. What other girl would have been with him? Placing a hand under his chin, he remembered the way Bryce had acted with the girl. Yeap, it had been her. Marker, he had met her before that day in Ostager, and he hadn't remembered. She had really been a little spit fire even at age eight. Even that little she had the heart of a good person. Little Alaina had given him half of a pastry she had, asking nothing in return. There were times she had refused to leave her father's side and others, where she wouldn't leave his.

It was almost at that time, she was leaving her father for him. Like the Marker was trying to tell them even then that they were meant for each other. Alistair grinned. Did Alaina remember?

Yawning, Alistair glanced at his empty cold bed. He hadn't told her that he had been able to get his coronation to be done in two weeks. Then they could be married within a month. It wouldn't be soon enough for him.

Standing up, Alistair stretched. He walked over to his bed and fell on to it. There weren't too many hours left till someone one come and awaken him to begin the day. Alistair turned his head. He may be tried, but it was still hard to get sleep. He could sense her not too far away, but it wasn't the same as having her right beside him, but he would wait the month and half for her.

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