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'She looks even lovelier in her sleep.' Alistair thought to himself as he gazed at the beauty before him. Ennya slept next to him in his massive bed, her ebony tresses spilled out all over the pillows and she was stark naked just like him. Somehow between a tour of Denerim, handing Keira off to her nanny they ended up in bed together.

'I just want to lie in her hair.' Maybe it was his lack of female companionship after Vanora left or maybe he had feelings for this woman that made him this entranced. His right hand twitched wanting to feel the softness once again. Last night he felt her hair brush against his chest when she was riding him; it drove him wild with pleasure.

Ennya finally woke up stretching her arms up giving Alistair a full view of her ample breast. Opening her sapphire eyes she starred at the King of Ferelden, the man she spent the night with.

"Hello." 'Oh, Maker he must think I'm some kind of harlot…two glasses of wine Ennya and you spread your legs!' Too busy chastising herself she didn't realize Alistair was just as nervous as she was.

"Hi." He replied with a nervous laugh.

"I know you might think I did w-what we did last night to win your favor-."

"I don't think that."

"I was drunk…"

'And you were looking very handsome and I have a weak spot for men with dimples and full lips.'

"I don't just jump into bed with any man I meet… you're not just any man you're a king. Oh Maker…" Ennya rambled on before she was cut off.

"I want to court you." Her eyes widened in shock, he wanted her!

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I like you and I want to court you."

"But I'm a widow and-."

"Why did you come to the ball then if you weren't interested in marrying me?" he wanted to be upset with her for thinking that he didn't want her. Had she not looked in a mirror lately she was beautiful and intelligent to top things off.

"My council said I should give it a chance, I didn't think you would actually take an interest in me."

"Well I do and I'm going to court you." Alistair smiled at her again; his dimples showing once again making her heart flutter. Smiling despite her reluctance to accept that the king wanted her as his potential queen.

"Before we start I need to inform you that I'm technically a bastard."

"Me too! See we're already bonding." Alistair teased stroking her arm. He slowly pulled away when he saw the mutual lust in her eyes. As much as he would like to ravish her again she was trying to be serious.

"My birth mother is an elf." She blurted looking down at her now sweaty hands holding tightly to the sheets. Ennya expected him to yell, vomit and call her a half breed but he just nodded for her to continue.

"She was a servant at the castle. One night my father forced himself on her and she got pregnant with me." Now the king was shocked she gave her a look she knew all too well, pity at least it was better than disgust.

"How did you find out?"

"I overheard some servants talking. See right after I was born I was taken by my father's wife Goobren. She claimed me as her child and I became heir since she could not have children. I looked completely human so no one questioned it.

Flashback

"I don't know how she does it, be the nanny of her own daughter. The Earl is a retched man indeed." A servant gossiped to another in the lauder. Both women were talking in hushed voices since the subject of young Ennya was a sensitive and secretive one. Everyone in the castle knew expect the child.

"Hush! Remember no one is supposed to know about the little lady being hers."

Ennya stood hidden in the shadows of the lauder listening to the conversation and the pieces all started coming tighter in her mind. The sad look in Vanya's eyes whenever she would run to her "adoring" parents. The little elven saying she taught her and that sad smile she would always give her every time she looked into her eyes.

Using the stealth technique to sneak out of the lauder she went to her nanny's room. At age ten she was already well versed in thy ways of the rouge. Vanya was brushing her short black tresses in front of the vanity, looking at the elf's reflection she started to see the resemblance to herself. Black hair, same mouth and almond shaped eyes. Why had she never noticed that before, she looked nothing like Goobren? She was a flaming redhead with brown eyes.

"Nan, you're my mother aren't you?" Vanya dropped her hair brush frozen in place like she was hit with an ice spell. After she regained her composure she turned around hoping she could come up with a good enough lie.

"Don't be silly dear." Forcing a smile.

"I overheard some servants talking I don't look like my mom." The word mom stung her and the elf dropped her shoulders.

"It's just gossip, nothing a lady like yourself should worry about."

"Fine." Ennya left the room, dropping the subject, the look on her face told her the truth. That night she followed Vanya to her home in the alienage. There she saw her two half brothers for the first time. They were handsome with dark hair like hers but had intense violet eyes like their mother.

"When I got older and was ready to take rule since my mo- Lady Brandel was in bad health I confronted her and my father and made them admit what they did." Alistair was the only man besides her brothers and late husband who knew about that day.

"You truly are an amazing woman."

'Amazing, no that is what your abdomen is. Ennya get your head out of the mud!'

"You're a strange man but a very charming one." Leaning in for a kiss Alistair pulled her close running his hands over every curve of her body.

"This will not be a regular part of our courting." She warned, gesturing to the reason why they were still in bed in the middle of the afternoon.

"Good things are worth waiting for…but not tonight." Leaning over her ready to repeat what they did last night.

The ship rocking back and forth made Cullen uneasy, he jumped on the first ship going anywhere without even asking where it went. It was invigorating to do something on his own accord without any repercussions, but he started getting second thoughts when the sea sickness came.

"Are you alright?" one of the sailors asked rubbing Cullen's back.

"I'm fine just a little seasick." Looking over he noticed the sailor was barely a man, he still had the chubby cheeks of a boy.

"When I was young I used to get sick all the time."

"Young? You barely have hair on your chin."

"I'm 19, been on this ship for ten years. I saw you were about to spit out the mutten for supper on the floor I just mopped." Cullen turned his head away embarrassed that his stomach could hold out as well as this boy.

"Where is this ship headed?"

"Alamar, it's the main destination, but we make several stops on the way."

"What's in Alamar, I've never heard of it."

"Oh, I've been their several times! Its full of beautiful women with dark hair and olive skin and the food! I will always be a Ferelden but its like paradise there!"

"Wow…" the idea of a long over due vacation settled his stomach and the mutton he ate stayed in his stomach.

"That dress looks absolutely amazing you should get it." Rhoswen said smiling at Vanora. the three women had grown close in the last two weeks since Vanora came to the Coastlands.

"Really? It doesn't show off too much?" the mage asked looking down at her bare back in the blue and silver satin dress.

"No, I think its sexy." Willow said surprising the two other women. Since the birth of her two children most people seemed to forget that Willow was a woman before she became a mother and thoughts besides her children ran through her head.

"Well…" Vanora wasn't used to showing skin her robed cover her from the neck down to her feet.

"Live a little!" the elf shouted, throwing her arms in the air shocking everyone in the shop. Rhoswen was not known to be loud, she was often quiet and reserved.

Turning to the sales girl in the shop she informed her that she would buy the dress and several other items. If Leliana could see her now buying dresses and shoes without her the bard would have a fit.

Vanora had riches, fame and a loving family and friends, most would think she had everything a woman could ask for but something still was missing. Looking over at her sister in law and future sister in law they had something she recently let go, love. Soon they will part ways for the day, Rhoswen going home to Adam's big waiting arms and Willow going home to her husband and family.

'I'm thinking too much.' Shrugging her shoulders she made her way down the road home.

'I need some air.' Cullen took deep breaths trying to calm down his stomach, to keep the bile from rising in this throat. Luckily the ship was docking in a port so everyone could take a break from the stuffy ship while they restocked. He nearly ran off the ship as soon as it docked at the port he had no idea where he was he just needed to be on solid ground. The first person he saw was a brother from the Chantry and he pointed him to the one in town.

Being in the Chantry always calmed Cullen, it made him feel closer to the Maker. Taking a moment to pray he made his way to the blacksmith to trade in his templar armor for something lighter. Where ever he was the people were friendly, the occasional person would say hello, so it wasn't difficult to ask someone where the local inn was.

Being in a bed that didn't rock with the currents felt like a gift from the Maker himself, it didn't take long for Cullen to fall into a blissful sleep.

After a much needed rest Cullen was ready to head to Alamar. Checking out of the inn he made his way to the docks. Something was wrong his ship was not docked. There was nothing but small fishing boats docked.

"Hey!" someone shouted in Cullen's direction "You were the templar yesterday running off that big ship?" turning his head towards the old man calling him all the young templar could do was nod his head.

"I missed the ship?" he obviously knew the answer to the question but felt like he needed to ask.

"Yep it left a this morning its two o'clock now." The old man pointed to the pocket sundial showing him the time.

"I must have overslept. I'm stranded with no Maker forsaken clue where I am!"

"I think you should go by Mead and Oats Tavern they'll give you a room for cheap, if you're low on cash there are odd jobs you can do at the Chantry or tavern."

"Thank you. Can you tell me what's the name of this town?"

"Boy this is the Coastlands, just a long strip of a town." The old man pointed him in the direction of the tavern, hopefully things will turn up.

Short chapter, I will try to update asap. Please review!