Looking in the mirror, Evelyn takes offs her family jewelry and replaces it with a coin necklace. Slightly, she lowers her head, tries to tie the silk ribbon at the back of her neck.

The pale pink light of dawn shines through the window of her quarters, touching her skin. This ribbon is longer than the usual necklace, for she wants to ensure that this coin could be as close as possible to her own heart.

Gently she touches this pinky white ribbon which she selected herself, a vague, sweet gladness rises in her mind. How strange, she thinks, never noticed the tender colour like this could be so delightful before.

After dressing up, Evelyn walks out of the hall of Skyhold, remote snow mountains are glowing in the morning light, remind her the mild moonlight reflected on that peaceful lake, which belongs to Cullen and her merely.

Hawke and the warden are waiting for her in the West Approach, Evelyn takes a few deep breaths and rides out the gate with her squad, there are always times when her daydream is annihilated by reality.

"Take care of yourself, my love." Evelyn looks back at the battlements and murmurs. She smiles to that distant scarlet figure, she knows he is smiling back, but what she does not know is, his hands are holding on to those cold rocks tightly, trying so hard to hide his concerns.

Staring at her receding figure, Cullen wishes he could be an ordinary soldier who has the chance to fight at her side, rather than this perturbed commander. The only thing could ease his mind now is knowing that his luck is on her side.

"Commander," a soldier walks into his office, behind the soldier, the sunlight of afternoon dazzles his eyes and brings his mind back to his endless work.

He was looking out of the window, stretched in his office. The floating clouds and the hazy moon cannot retain his rare sweet dreams, he could almost see Evelyn's face in them, but when he wakes up, he could only feel her by staring at the few grains of sand from report papers.

"A letter from inquisitor herself." The soldier hastens towards to Cullen and hands him an envelope, lest this eager commander will stumble against the table.

There are two letters in the envelop, Cullen opens one and recognizes Evelyn's handwriting immediately. "My love," he looks up and ensure no one else is in his office because this is the first time she calls him like this, and he just cannot help his blushes.

After told Cullen how much she missed him, Evelyn said the Inquisition might have to fight against Gray Wardens, unfortunately, those heroes have turned to enemies. "But do not worry," said Evelyn, "the hero of Ferelden is not involved in this, she is alright."

He does not know why, but when he told Evelyn about Amell, she was not surprised, only showed an intense but cute jealousy when she repeated his word "lovely".

He told her about this after their trip to the lake, and it was easier than he thought. It feels like that Evelyn has already knows, but Morrigan does not look like the gossip type, he thinks.

He opens another letter and is surprised to find that it is a letter to Evelyn from Amell. The hero of Ferelden told the inquisitor that she is well and has her own missions to fulfil.

When he read this letter, Cullen thought he might have some complicated feelings, but all he thinks of now is Evelyn, her bright green eyes, her freckles, her smile... She has become his only sight.

And of course, the most of all, the two words she wrote in her letter. "My love." He murmurs to himself, his heart just beats wildly at the thought that those two words will be on Evelyn's lips.

At sunset, he cannot see the battlements but rugged mountains which rise and fall. She has confided her love to him, but he cannot even see her when he misses her the most.

In his hand, there is a small translucent stone glistening in the sun. He found it by the frozen river of Haven. Its colour is just as the same as Evelyn's eyes, so how could he just leave it in that frosty wind?

To the east Evelyn stretches her eyes, she sees nothing but misty mountains far and nigh. Hill upon hill, rill upon rill, in dreams she cannot come back to him for the road is still long.

She dreamed of drifting with the wind for thousand miles to find him, but was aroused by orioles' morning song. Does he still have nightmares? With right hand covering the coin and her heart, she worries.

The gray light of dawn casts her shadow on the lush grass and wildflowers, and they flourish like her pain of separation, which grows each day. They have already out of the desert, but the Skyhold is still far away.

But when she finally arrived Skyhold, she did not see that beloved figure on the battlements. After climbed those familiar stairs, she found Cullen sitting on the edge of his desk with a report in his hand, looks angry.

"Cullen?" She sits herself by his right side and looks worriedly at him. She knows his temper, so she has to refrain from kissing him now. But he remains silent, only hands her a report.

Evelyn begins to read it. Andraste, whoever wrote this, must be a better story teller than Varric. It is described in detail exactly how she induced a high dragon deliberately and how hard she killed the dragon.

She places the report on the desk lightly, then staring at him with a soft smile. He is looking at the floor, lips tightened, pretending to study the shadow of candles.

Slowly she runs her left hand across his right ear, over his cheek and down to the scar on his upper lip while staring at him. Cullen still looks upset, but starts to leans his cheek toward her tender hand.

"My love," said Evelyn gently. Fails to resist her softness any longer, Cullen raises his head to look at her and covers her hand with his. There is no more anger in his eyes, only a wave of fondly love about to overflow.

"You look so adorable when you..." Cullen stops her words with an enraptured kiss. Evelyn puts up her right hand to clasp his neck as he holds her tightly. Like stars to the moon, north, south, east, west, he will accompany her without any rest.

It is almost midnight, but the snow mountains illuminate the Skyhold fairly well. Standing at the gate of Skyhold's hall, Evelyn tucks her windswept hair behind her ears.

The light of his office is still on, she does not want to disturb him, only asks a soldier to send him a cup of hot drink, then she turns back to her own quarters.

They does not see each other often after she came back, because they both know they need to be prepared for the Adamant Fortress.

Her meeting with Livius Erimond just confirmed that she will face a major war which might cost many lives. And there is also an inexplicable ominous feeling about it.

When she was alone, everything seemed to be easier. But things are different now, she needs to be certain that no matter what happens, Cullen will survive all this vicissitudes. And she must fight harder to make this world a better place for him.

"Things are change, and you cannot always control how." The Champion's words twinge her heart when she about to meet Cullen in the war room. "Maker, please..." Evelyn closes her eyes tight and prays, tries so hard to take her mind off some dreadful probabilities.

Cullen gives her a gentle smile when she walks into the war room, but Evelyn can still notice a deep weariness behind his soft gaze. She smiles back and takes the map of Adamant Fortress's interior structure he offers while restrains herself from cuddling him.

Immediately she constrains herself to give all her attention to the map because he will be there as well, and she must control how things could change in there.

In order to study the map carefully, Evelyn lowers herself with her hands on the table. After some time, she feels a warm hand covers hers, strong but tenderly.

Without looking up, she turns her right hand over and interlocks her fingers with his tightly. Through their veins, their tender love flows like a stream, and silence means more than words at this very moment.