Hey Everyone, so the next few chapters aren't from Elissa's pov anymore, but we will hear from her again...or will we? ;) By the way I noticed a slight typo, I was so tired staying up late the other night trying to finish it when I noticed I forgot to include the part how Elissa escaped, because y'know Leliana locked the door...anyway what i was meant to put was that she used the quill to pick the inside of the locks, and it turns out it was successful.

I hope you enjoy this next chapter, once again feedback is always appreciated :)

Making sure the door was secure enough, Leliana wound the key around the lock a few times until she was convinced it was indeed, locked.

Hearing Elissa's screams of anguish and fear truly broke her heart, nonetheless Alistair needed to know the severity of the situation, he has a right. Sighing, Leliana withdrew the key from the lock and placed it into her pocket.

In an attempt to steel her nerves and put the situation in as much control as it could, she took a deep breath and stood their aimlessly in the middle of the corridor, wondering how Alistair's face would drop with dread the moment she ushered Elissa's name upon her lips, his emotions…which at times had gotten the better of him.

Leliana shook her head "It's too late to think of that now" she whispered to herself, gathering up every morsel of courage and reason for her actions as she could "The damage has been done, if this doesn't get sorted then it never will" Putting on an air of confidence and conjuring the many skills she possessed as a bard, one of which was acting, she proceeded down the many winding corridors towards the chamber she last went into for Elissa's wedding dress fitting with Mr Prétentieux which Zevran had mentioned to her earlier that day.

"Is this all really necessary?" Alistair moaned, rolling his eyes. He knew it was his duty, but he did find meetings rather dull due to being a King, all stuffed together in one room. Especially with Zevran. All three of them, being Eamon, Zevran and himself were hunched over a grand oak table, reviewing the initial floor plans for the wedding, seating arrangements etc. to visualise where guards were needed for maximum protection against a potential threat. "I will do anything to protect Elissa, even risk my own life if needs be, but don't you think having too many guards scattered around would just draw more attention? Plus causing worry to the guests?" his eyes scanning the plots for stationed guards. There were so many it looked like a rather big child's 'join the dot to the dot' game. Alistair chuckled to himself.

"We cannot risk the life of the King of Ferelden to an attempted assassination. Being a big social event it is, and of the King's, it is possible." Eamon tried his best to explain calmly, yet he couldn't help from snapping, Alistair was beginning to gradually get on his nerves as of late.

Alistair was abruptly snapped out of his contemplations, his blood immediately turning cold. "And what about Elissa?" he boomed, staring daggers towards Eamon across the table "You know…protecting the future Queen…the bride…add in the Hero of Ferelden…obviously no one of importance to you, or have you overlooked those facts?"

The hall was deafened with silence…as Alistair and Eamon stood their staring at each other. Both unwilling to break eye contact. Eamon's stance stiffened as Alistair shouted those words towards him, his shoulders rose up as he placed his hands behind his back, attempting to compose himself in that oh so snooty posture and manner Alistair couldn't stand.

For a moment, Alistair thought he saw a look of regret in Eamon's eyes, a flash of soft emotion. Yet it was quickly gone as Eamon coughed to continue speaking. Just as he was about to offer an explanation he was unfortunately interrupted by Zevran. Well, unfortunately for Alistair but fortunate for Eamon.

"Do you know nothing of my time and tactics as a crow?" Zevran broke the silence "The guards will obviously be disguised to avoid that issue, and besides don't worry about dear Elissa, Alistair…I'll make sure she's well-guarded" he flirted, offering a wink to Alistair.

"Oh great…" Alistair huffed "That's all I need." If Zevran could do something that irritated Alistair even more, well this was it… Alistair looked around the hall with a curious eye "Anyway, why isn't Leliana here going over this with us? If there's anyone more suited to the job then it's her."

Alistair's questions were answered when the door immediately flew open, there showing the bard that was in question. Alistair smiled "Ah, speaking of the devil" but his smile was quickly erased as he noted the look on Leliana's face, her eyes stained with tears, her cheeks flushed with scarlet as she bit her lips uncontrollably "What on earth is the matter? Leliana?"

She proceeded to walk towards the three of them in a slow manner, footsteps one after the other, her body seeming like she carried a heavy weight…a heavy burden "It's Elissa" Leliana spoke softly through the breaks in her throat, trying to force down the tears as she placed a hand on Alistair's shoulder, staring directly into her eyes.

Through that, Alistair immediately knew something was wrong. Never did Leliana give her emotions away so easily, even only slightly to Elissa.

Alistair's gut instincts took over "Eamon. Leave" if there was one person he didn't want present in the room whilst discussing Elissa, it was him. Alistair knew of Elissa's concerns against Eamon, drawing upon their earlier discussion also, and if Eamon heard anything bad concerning Elissa it would only add fuel to the fire. And he wouldn't allow that.

Eamon grumbled, his patience wearing thin "Alistair, we need to finish the security plans…we cannot ri—"

"I said LEAVE" Alistair screamed, nearly knocking everyone off of their feet. Alistair was even surprised at himself and how he managed to seem that threatening. Still, he didn't regret it. He rather enjoyed it, watching Eamon lose. On that note Eamon bowed his head in defeat, and slowly made his way out of the room, creating as much attention as he could before he left, the guards closing the doors straight after his departure, scared to also be the cause for Alistair's wrath.

"Thank you Alistair…" Leliana spoke, still at a whisper full of pain. "I know how Elissa feels about Eamon and, I don't want to cause any worry."

Alistair's eyes widened further…and Leliana saw Zevran's posture tighten with concern from the corner of her eye "Well I think it's a bit too late for that" sneered Zevran, his hands moving towards the hilt of his sword, cautious of an impending attack that Leliana was about to reveal.

Alistair's grip tightened on Leliana's shoulder, his eyes pleading Leliana to continue.

Finding no way how to tell the news she was about to reveal, Leliana decided to instead just spill it out, enough damage would continue if not "I caught Elissa, trying…to drown herself, in her bath."