So sorry for the Delay. My brain is not working with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I tried for more relaxed and a little romance at the end. Reviews and Critiques welcome.

Thanks for reading!

A few days later…

Alistair opened the door to his chambers to find Oghren waiting outside. The Dwarf was arguing with a guard about needing to show the King something important that did not require them to follow him around like sodding puppies. After all, Oghren could kill more enemies in a drunken haze then they could on their best day, as he so kindly pointed out to them. Alistair cleared his throat and the Dwarf turned around and looked up at him.

"Well it's about sodding time. Let's go your Majesty. I got something to show ya." Oghren didn't wait; he just took off down the hall toward the front gates. Alistair followed after apologizing to his guards and assuring them everything would be alright. He ran to catch up with Ogrhen.

"So what is so secret that you need to show me? Do I even want to see it?" Alistair asked. It was an honest question, he though, considering the dwarves interests. Oghren just looked over his should at him, giving him that smile that usually meant he was going to make some dirty comment about his and Kells relationship. "Never mind. I don't think I want to know."

They walked through the marketplace on their way to where ever. People waved to them as they were packing up their goods and heading home or to inns. It was already dark and starting to cool off. Alistair was glad he was in regular clothes. The dark pants and blue tunic were thicker than the official Kingly clothes. He continued to follow Oghren, watching the people pack up as they went. The distant sound kept getting louder. Music, there was music playing somewhere. Alistair looked up to see them standing outside the Alienage.

"Sneaky." Alistair commented as they entered. The music got louder and it was joined by people laughing and yelling. Celebrating that they were all free.

"There you are!" Kells came from behind some people and smiled warmly. "I was beginning to think I should have sent Leliana instead. Though it would have been difficult to pry her away from Duncan, she and Wynne have both been going crazy ever since they got here." She straightened her grey dress, and looked at them. "Well don't just stand there." She grabbed Alistair's hand and led them into the festivities.

There was ale everywhere. As he passed the Elves would hold up their mugs to him and go back to their drinking. Maybe Shianni really could out drink Oghren, or at least come close. All around people were playing music and dancing. Most didn't even notice him as he walked past. He hadn't even realized they had stopped walking until Kells pressed a mug into his hand and got one of her own.

"So you still doubt Shianni, because if you did I'd be willing to best 5 sovereigns that you were wrong." Alistair shook his head.

"I think we should find Oghren and Shianni." After several minutes of searching they found both Shianni and Oghren, both already had quiet a bit to drink.

"Oghren," Alistair said as they got close to him, "you're never going to believe what Kellian said. She said that her cousin, an elf, can out drink you." Oghren laughed loudly. "I think he agrees with me."

"It's possible. Don't you think so Shianni?" Shianni smiled and lifted her mug. "I think she agrees with me."

"Hey Shianni," Alistair looked over at the red-haired elf; she looked up at him and waited. "Can you ride a horse without falling off, even if you're drunk?"

Kellian punched him in the shoulder again. "Hey! I bruise easy you know." He rubbed his shoulder and laughed. It just made her want to punch him again.

"I'm sorry what? I stopped listening."

A while later…

Oghren stood up and walked over to them.

"You loose Warden." He laughed.

"Bloody nug runner." She muttered under her breath as she handed over the coin. "You can stop smiling now, Alistair."

"Before I do, I need you to say something. Say 'you were right Alistair.'"

Kellian glared at him. "Alistair…" She began, "you are…"

"Come on your almost there. Sound it out. Rrrriiiitte."

"Right. Alistair, you are right." Alistair beamed at her.

"Everyone heard that? I am right! For once."

"Don't let it go to your head, Your Majesty. It would be shame if that crown all of the sudden stopped fitting."

"Kellian!" A voice called from behind her. She turned to find Leliana walking toward her holding a crying and squirming Duncan. "I think he's had enough of the festivities." Kellian took the baby from the bard and tried to calm him down.

"Thank you Leliana," Alistair said. "We'll take care if him."

"We?" Kellian looked up at him. She sounded so different. Not the woman he had followed through darkspawn infested deep roads. This woman was wounded and unsure.

He nodded. "We."