Chapter 4
And so all the arrangements were made. The night was cool in Skyhold. It was past midnight and the castle grounds were quiet. It was a long hard walk back to Skyhold, The Chargers were exhausted. The tavern called sweetly but they still had a job to do.
It has rained that day, Iron Bull could taste it in the air. He noticed the others shivered around him, while he burned. The ropes around his wrists was tight, like he wanted, but no one knew how to tie knots like The Iron Bull. He gave them a gentle tug, as he had several times on the road back to Skyhold. They had started to slacken ever so slightly. He hated this madness, he'd been half erect the whole ride home, with his hands bound behind his back. He was pissed off and wanted his Kadan. He shook head trying to clear the fog in his mind. He would use everything in his power to keep his control as long as possible. He prayed she wasn't here, that she heeded his warning but the heaviness in his heart betrayed him. His body wanted her, needed her naked skin below him, screaming his name. No! Iron Bull shook his head again, he didn't want her to see him like this, to be afraid of him, or worse, ashamed of him. But she was so beautiful, he could make her blush without even saying a word. He could make her do all sorts of things without saying a word. His groin twitched at the thought. "Dammit Bull, get a hold of yourself'" he muttered under his breath. He scented the air again, it tasted different this time. Something mixed with the rain, jasmine on the wind. He flicked his tongue over his lips. Her scent, she was here! No, she is here! Bull frantically glanced about with his good eye trying to find her. And there she was, standing at the doors of Skyhold. His heart soared, she was stunning; platinum blonde hair blowing in the wind, unmistakable among the iron clad men in front of her. Cullen's men. Iron Bull's eye moved to the commander of the inquisition forces. He was standing with his Kadan. An arm was protectively wrapped around her waist.
Bull stopped dead. The Chargers stood around him nervously, but his eve never wavered from the commander. Bull could hear Krem talking to him but he couldn't hear the words. His gaze moved back and forth between his Kadan...and the Templar...and the Templar's fucking arm around her waist.
"Chief, let it go" Krem spat. The smaller man grabbed hold of one of Iron Bull's horns, forcing him look at him,
"Sorry Krem...I got this," Bull sighed wearily. He put one foot in front of the other, heading for his cage. Her muffled voice carried in the wind and he turned once more to catch a glimpse of her. She had took a step down the stair. Cullen had her by the arm, stopping her. Stopping her coming to him, his Kadan. His.
The Iron Bull roared and the blood pumped in his veins. He broke his bonds with ease and charged towards the Templar. Two of the Chargers held onto his arm. He threw them forward like they were a child's doll. He started again towards the stairs. Cullen barked orders at his men, pushing Nyree behind him. Iron Bull noticed a rope about his waist, turning his head to see Rocky, Grimm and Dalish trying to dig their heels in the dirt, like this was a game of tug and pull. He ignored them, fighting for every step forward he took. A second rope caught his arm controlled by one of Cullen's men. He gave into their pull catching them off balance. He surged forward, causing the ropes to burn through their hands. He heard screaming and the ropes were dropped. At the foot of the stairs now he looked for his Kadan, she wasn't there. He roared again and prepared himself for the "charging bull" move he used on the battlefield. Half way up now, he could see the fear in the Templar's eyes. Suddenly, he fell forward, his leg was covered in ice. It was the vint,
"All this for a girl, how terribly cliché" More ropes on him now,
"Sorry about this chief" a great thud across his head. Searing pain, he blinked and fell to his knees. A flash of blonde hair, he leaned into her warm embrace and it all went black.
