King's Bastard
Alastair
Redcliffe Village is just visible over the hill when he stops her.
"Mahariel, I… need to tell you something." She looks at him, impatient but not angry. Since the night he told her about the nightmares, she let her guard down somewhat. He appreciates it. He doesn't feel like he'll get an arrow in the back at any second now.
"I told you Arl Eamon raised me, but, uh…" Maker but this is awkward. She waits for him to get it out, and he does, in one big rush.
"I'mkingMaric'sson," he manages. She takes a moment to decipher his words.
"And?" Her utter disinterest comes as a breath of fresh air. Everyone always sneered or put on airs. It's nice to know that at least she will treat him the same as she always has. One shem is just like another to her, he supposes.