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Chapter 11

"I can't believe you did it," Cassandra said shocked, a huge smile on her face. She held the book I gave her in her hands tightly. She looked up at me. "And Varric doesn't know about me wanting it?"

I shook my head. "I'm kinda a huge fan. Even ran through the rain barefoot to demand he finished writing." I put a hand on my hip. "So, hurry with it," I teased.

Cassandra gave a chuckle and her mouth formed another smile. "I promise to read it as quickly as I can. I have a feeling there will be a couple sleepless nights ahead for me."

I laughed, remembering days when I would pull all-nighters to finish a book. "A girl after my own heart," I sighed. "Take your time. I have a lot of training ahead of me, so not a lot of time for reading."

"Are you able to train again?" Cassandra inquired.

"Bran said as long as I do it slowly," I answered. "No training like I'm fighting the Blight, I believe he said."

Cassandra nodded, holding the book at her side. "Then tomorrow morning we'll resume where we left off if you would like."

I nodded, a grin on my face. "I would love that. Don't want another Adamant mishap."

Her eyes went down to her feet, her weight shifting to the other leg. "I will make sure that won't happen again Captain." Her gaze back to me.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly. "I look forward to training in the morning. I'll leave you to your book." I winked at her before turning with a wave.

I left the smith shop humming to myself. I felt my lute hitting the back of my thighs as I walked, making me feel like singing a song. I started humming La Vie en rose, and I began to sing the lyrics as I passed the training circle. "This magic spell you cast, this is La Vie en rose." My voice carried a bit, causing some to glance my way as I walked by.

I spun in a circle as I sang the song, Cullen's kiss on my mind as the lyrics flowed from my mouth. "When you kiss me, Heaven sighs. And though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose." I ran a hand through my hair, skipping up the steps toward the main entrance. I got to the first landing before the second set of stairs and looked up at the sky, the sun starting to set. "And when you speak, Angels sing from above. Every day words seems to turn into love songs."

I closed my eyes spinning again, knocking into some one behind me. "I'm so sorry!" I half laughed, turning. "I was having a Disney moment."

"A what?" Cullen asked amused. I glanced around, glad no one else witnessed my embarrassing moment.

"Nevermind," I told him, my face flushing. "You should probably be warned. I'm kind of weird."

His eyebrows went up and he smiled. "I'll keep that in mind," he said. I put a hand to my neck, looking around with complete awkwardness.

"As always, pleasure talking to you," I said lamely. I began to back away. I felt weird around him since our kiss. Things seemed easier in our rampart part of Skyhold.

"About last night," Cullen began, causing me to freeze mid step. I tilted my head, waiting to hear what the Commander had to say. "I didn't know if…well I thought that…Maker's breath." Cullen turned, hand on the back on his neck.

I felt relief that he found the situation awkward as well. "Do you regret the kiss?" I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, nervous for the answer.

Cullen faced me, his scar lifted in a smile. "No." His voice was clear and his whiskey eyes went to my blue.

I sighed a breath of relief and gave a half smile. "Me either," I replied. Where to go from here? What do I say? Do I just stand here awkwardly, or try to move? I glanced at the scar on his lip, wanting to reach up and touch it. "What now?" I asked awkwardly, crossing my arms.

Cullen considered me for a moment. "I didn't have a plan in mind," he said hesitantly.

"I wasn't…I didn't," I babbled. Yeah. Should have saw that coming. I put a hand to my forehead and looked at the stone ground. "I'm going to go before I embarrass myself even more," I told him, quickly glancing at him before turning to go up the stairs. "La vie en rose," I muttered quietly.

A hand grabbed mine and I turned to see Cullen's eyes turning golden. "That song," he began. I blushed and glanced at our hands before returning to his face. "I think it's my favorite I've heard you sing."

I blinked at him a couple times. "Thank you," I replied with a small smile. "I'm sure you'll hear other ones you'll enjoy more." I tried thinking of the other songs I knew that might speak to Cullen. Hell, I didn't even think that would speak to him, though I didn't know he could hear it at the time.

"I doubt it," he whispered, taking a step forward and putting a hand to my face. He leaned toward me, my breath catching in my throat. I felt my heart beat faster, his touch always a surprise. I closed my eyes, wanting to soak in this moment: Cullen kissing me in public. We were basically on view for anyone to see on the staircase. His lips were on mine and the kiss was gentle, almost hesitant and my hand went to cover his on my cheek. He broke the kiss and we stood there, our noses almost touching, just enjoying the moment.

"I knew it was only a matter of time," Dorian's voice drifted to us. I glanced over toward the direction of Dorian's voice, his smile very smug. I felt annoyed at the interruption and raised an eyebrow at him. He finished climbing the rest of the stairs and stood next to us. Cullen's hands left me and he cleared his throat, drawing my attention. He seemed suddenly aware that we were just kissing in public and his cheeks went red.

"I…I didn't realize we were so…public," he stated with a hand to his neck.

"Very, Commander," Dorian quipped back with a large grin. "You two will be the talk of drinking tonight."

"Is that bad?" I asked, genuinely not sure what that meant. I knew Cullen didn't like to have his life on display.

"For certain mages and dwarves, it is," Cullen replied, arms crossed now, eyes on Dorian. "I do like to keep my private life just that, private."

"Of course, Commander," Dorian said in a teasing voice. "That is why I kiss people on the entrance stairway as well."

"Dorian," I warned, not wanting him to take things too far. "Cullen doesn't care what people think of us. Right?" I turned to him, hoping he'd agree and we could move on. Maybe even publicly. I realized my words were a mistake as Cullen looked down at his feet, hand in hair.

"It's not that you are-," Cullen started, his eyes coming up to meet mine. Dorian stayed quiet, probably enjoying the drama or not wanting to make things worse.

"I thought you didn't care about my past," I said quickly, my emotions making me unable to process what was coming out of my mouth. Where was he going to go with that statement? I knew being with Cullen was going to be difficult, but in game he never seemed to care about what other people had to say. "But you care about what they think?"

"You didn't even let me finish what I was going to say. You just assumed that was what it was going to be," Cullen replied, his tone turning very commanderish. I ran a hand through my hair and took a step back.

He had a point Kassy. Listen and then lash out. I took a deep breath. "You're right. What were you going to say?"

"Just that…Well…Maker's breath. I should get to the war council meeting," he said, dismissing himself from the conversation. His glance swept over me one last time, before turning to run up the stairs to the doors. I watched in muted dumbness, trying to process what the hell just happened.

"Was I just dumped?" I asked Dorian, my hands on my hips. I turned to look at the mage who gave me a look of pity. "I'm taking that as a yes."

He came toward me and put an arm around my shoulders. "Come on," he said gently. "Varric and I will help you drink your sorrows away."

"I don't know if I should drink with you again," I told him, remembering the last time we drank. "Getting drunk won't do anything."

"No?" Dorian questioned, eyebrows raised. "It always helps me. Maybe we should go see Sera or Cole instead?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was trying to push my buttons. "Fine. One drink."

He laughed, squeezing me to him. "Of course, one drink." Dorian led me up the stairs and opened the door to the grand hall. Varric and Hawke were sitting at a table near the middle of the main hall, tankards in front of them. "The Commander just doesn't understand woman," Dorian tried to explain to me.

I gave a sigh and adjusted my lute on my shoulder. "Even if he wasn't telling me he thought we'd be a bad idea, he would once he found out I'm a mage."

Dorian raised an eyebrow and let go of my shoulder as we approached the table. "Extemplar has an issue with mages?" He asked in a mocking way. "He might not have an issue though."

"Prophet, Sparkler," Varric greeted us. "Care for a drink?"

"Just one," I stated clearly to Dorian. He rolled his eyes.

"The Commander is a little dodgy with his feelings," Dorian told Varric. "She thinks he would have fled anyhow once the former Knight-Captain found out she's a mage."

"Curly and you having issues huh?" Varric asked with a twinkle in his eye. "I was wondering if Curly was ever going to find someone."

"You're a mage?" Hawke asked with a bit of a smirk. "I guess I should have seen that coming."

Varric gestured for me to sit and Dorian left to get a couple drinks for us. I crossed my arms on the table and gave a small smile at the two friends. "I didn't know until I touched Dorian's staff today. We are starting training tomorrow."

"I could give a couple tips if you'd like," Hawke offered. Varric raised his eyebrows at me and turned to Hawke.

"I'd take him up on that offer, he doesn't usually offer it willingly," Varric suggested to me. "Curly is moody anyhow. Might be best you didn't pursue anything with him."

"I don't know," Dorian said, placing a cup in front of me. "They seem to have a connection. He'll just have to get over his mage-phobia."

Hawke laughed. "Why don't we ask what he has to say about our hero being a mage? He should be done with the council meeting soon."

I blushed and felt anxiety at the thought of the three of them talking to Cullen. "No way are the three of you talking to him," I ordered taking a drink of my ale.

"Maybe it's what people are saying about you that has him hesitating," Dorian pondered.

I quickly turned to look at him. People were talking about me? What were they saying? I took a deep breath and told myself it didn't matter. Would Captain King care what people had to say about her? Would she change what she did because of gossip? "I doubt rumors are what is making him hesitate."

"I don't know. Curly does have a thing for his reputation," Varric argued.

"Let's choose another topic," I commanded as I quickly drank the rest of my drink. "I'm going to get another."

I made my way to the kitchen, thinking about what the others had to say. Why did it matter? Sure, Cullen was amazing and everything I wanted in a man. I mean he had the whole back story that was tragic but intriguing. The whole love his family and his chess obsession. Not to mention his looks. I was planning on leaving anyhow and how was it fair falling for him in real life? If this was real life.

Maybe I should just let things be and focus on training and finding a way home. I really needed a reality check and the whole, "You're a wizard Kassy", deal wasn't as awesome when Hogwarts wasn't in the picture. I just needed to focus on staying alive long enough to get home, eventually. If only there was a way to even communicate to home. I'll have to rethink the whole mirror thing.

I filled my glass with ale, nodding to a passerby. I still haven't even gotten my other bag back from Cullen or whoever had it. I should give Sera my pixie dust. She'd have a blast with it for her pranks. I smiled remembering Cullen covered in glitter.

"Your cup is overflowing," a voice said behind me and I snapped out of my daydream, realizing that I was in fact having ale run over my hand.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, moving my cup and wiping my hand on my pants. "Damn."

"You were having a lot of thoughts." I recognized Cole's voice as I focused on what was happening. "He brings you both pain and joy. As does the thought of your family."

I blushed, my blue eyes meeting his. "I wish I could read your thoughts so I could help you with your issues."

"Varric helps with that," he informed me. "And the Inquisitor." He tilted his head and studies me. "Tell me how to help you."

I shook my head and gave a small smile. "There really isn't anything. Singing helps, but honestly I am trying to learn about everything right now."

He gave a big smile and nodded his head. "I like your songs. They aren't very sad and they make my foot tap."

Oh, bless his heart. "I'm glad you enjoy them," I answered. "Maybe I'll do another performance soon at the tavern."

"Would you play tonight?" Cole glanced at me with those sad puppy eyes and I felt my heartstrings pull. How could I refuse Cole a song?

"Have anything in mind?" I asked him with a bit of a sigh. I was trying to rack my brain of songs that didn't mention a lot of tech stuff. It was hard to do. I would have to start practicing figuring out the chords to other songs.

"I think I would like to hear one about your God you talk to in your head all the time," he gently answered. "He seems different than any gods here. Odd that you just call him God. Well, I have heard an occasional Jesus."

I stared at him with my mouth open. "You hear me? When I'm praying in my head or even…well…cursing?"

"Of course," he said matter of factly. "I know that every time you get upset, you say a quick prayer even though you don't fully believe He'll hear."

I held my cup with both hands, staring at him in awe. "That's…well…of course I'll play a song for you."

"Maybe then you can play one for Cullen. It might make you feel better," he told me.

"Maybe," I replied. "Come on. I should play for you before I drink anymore." We walked in companionable silence to the main hall and he sat at the table with the others. "Got us a new recruit," I announced, sitting next to Dorian.

"Hey Kid," Varric greeted Cole. Cole nodded and sat with his hat covering most of his face.

"I'm just here to listen to Kassy play," he informed the table. I nodded and placed my cup in the middle of the table.

"He has requested a song of my god," I told them, standing up and pulling the chair at the end of the table out. "And how can you say no to that?" I asked them, nodding my head in the direction of Cole and his puppy eyes.

"I never object to your playing," Varric agreed. "This should be interesting."

"She also agreed to sing a song about Cullen," Cole interjected, his voice almost hopeful.

"We said maybe," I reminded him, feeling like I was talking to my 4 year old charges.

"I think that is a splendid idea Cole," Dorian praised him, a smirk on his face. "Sing it out is what I always say. Right Captain?"

I rolled my eyes and sat in the chair, adjusting my lute in my lap. "Yeah. It's your motto," I played along, tuning the lute. "This one is a slow one, just so you know."

I focused on my fingers, not having played this one recently. Dad usually played this while Mom sang and so I never really tried to be an expert at it, knowing it would never be as good as when Mom and Dad did it. "You Raise Me Up" by Josh Groban was a favorite when they were feeling down. The lyrics were right in my brain as I started to play the chords and I felt all eyes from my table on me.

"When I am down and oh my soul so weary

When troubles come and my heart burdened be

Then I am still and wait here in the silence

Until you come and sit a while with me"

I didn't glance up as I sang, not wanting to mess the chords up. I kept singing though, doing it in a more Celtic like styling. As I finished the song, I felt the peace in my chest I always got after praying or singing a God-like song. I looked up at Cole, wanting to know his reaction.

There were tears in his eyes and he gave a small smile. "I heard your memories as you sang. It was beautiful."

I smiled thanks and felt myself blush. A small applause went through out the hall, and I didn't realize that so many people were in here and listening. "I think they want an encore," Dorian winked at me. "Maybe something to do with a certain Commander?"

"Yes!" Cole said with wide eyes. "Please? Another!"

I glared at Dorian. How could I say no to poor Cole? "Sure wish Curly was out here for the performance," Varric muttered into his cup.

"I think your wish was granted, Varric," Hawke laughed, nodding in the direction of Josephine's office. Of. Fucking. Course.

"This will be fun," Dorian teased. "Oh, don't blush. Do a song that will win him back! Beat the rumors!"

What rumors!? My mind screamed. I told it to calm down and that it was best we probably didn't know. "Like what?" I asked, trying to figure one out. What song would speak to this situation that didn't mention the club or modern day stuff.

"I have faith you'll think of one," Dorian told me with a wink. "You haven't disappointed yet."

I glanced over at Josephine's office and saw Cullen's back, his hands moving as he spoke to Leliana. If the rumors were keeping him from with me I had to think of one that had to do with that. I went over the artists in my head. Most were about breakups and not being together, then Neon Trees flashed in my mind and "Everybody talks" played in my head. This was one of the first songs I learned to play and was upbeat for Dorian.

I smiled to myself, keeping my eyes on Cullen as I started the intro to it. I knew that the upbeat tempo was grabbing the attention of others around the hall and I stood up to really give them a show. I glanced over at my table as I made my way to the middle of the hall, and they all gave entertained smiles. They were ready for the performance, or the result at least.

"Hey baby won't you look my way? I can be your new addiction. Hey baby what you gotta say? All you're giving me is fiction," I sang and I glanced up at Cullen, his eyes on me, his hand frozen in the air as Leliana glanced between the two of us in amusement. "It started with a whisper. And that was when I kissed him. And then he made my lips hurt. I can hear the chitchat!"

Laughter from my table erupted as they were the only ones really understanding what the lyrics might mean to this situation. Cullen's hand fell and he crossed his arms, giving me his full attention, realizing this song was directed to him. Leliana watched nearby, never seeing one of my performances yet, with a large grin. I was glad she seemed to approve, coming from an actual bard. Whether she approved from Cullen's situation or my actual song, I didn't really know.

"Hey, honey you could be my drug," I continued with a grin, and Hawke almost choked on his drink, knowing that the templars were addicted to Lyrium. I heard Leliana snicker too and Cullen almost rolled his eyes, but one side of his mouth was tipped up in a smile. "Oh my my shit. Everybody talks, everybody talks. Everybody talks, too much."

Cullen shook his head in amusement now and I finished the song with confidence. My table was the first to erupt in laughter and overdramatic cheering. I rolled my eyes at them, but glanced back at Cullen with a small smile. His half smile turned into a full one and he put a hand to the back of his neck. He was about to start walking toward me when Jim stopped him to look at a report.

I swung my lute to my back, going back to the table for the rest of my drink. The table was all snickers and side comments as I reached for my cup. "I think he got the message, Prophet," Varric told me with a laugh. "It was very clear."

I frowned at my empty glass. "Really guys? I go entertain you and you drink my ale?"

"My cup was suddenly empty and you hardly touched that one," Hawke informed me with a grin. "I didn't want to miss that stunning performance for another." He added a wink and I gave a chuckle.

"Probably for the best. I shouldn't drink more anyhow," I told him. I pushed my chair in and leaned my hands on the back of it. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show boys, but I am going to sleep and prepare for my big day of training tomorrow."

"As always it will be a loss," Dorian declared with a smile. "However, be prepared to train like you never have before."

"Awesome," I sighed. "Night guys." I waved to them, taking Solas' study to the rampart. He glanced up as I entered and I just gave him a head nod. "Sup Sol." I greeted him, continuing to walk without waiting for an answer.

Cullen wasn't in his office and I sighed a breath of relief as I quickly made my way to my room, ready to fling myself onto my bed and pass out from an eventful day.

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"It's all in the twirl," Dorian informed me, demonstrating the arc of this particular move. "Now try again."

I held the staff he brought for me in my hands, attempting to copy his movement. This felt awkward. "Am I doing it?"

Dorian observed me with crossed arms, his brow furrowed. "Your arm is all wrong. Just do it so it feels right. You'll know once you get it."

I focused, trying to perfect the move, my arm bending gracelessly. "This doesn't feel right at all."

"Hmm," he said to himself, walking around me. "Maybe your magic needs different movements." His hand was on his chin in thought. "Try closing your eyes and focus on your magic. Maybe the movements will come to you."

I nodded, closing my eyes and trying to focus on the word magic. How do you call on magic? Magic? I called out to my mind. Nothing. I tried focusing on what it would be like to feel the magic like I did my fade magic. There was a bit of a warmth through me and a feeling I couldn't quite put to words. I hesitantly started moving my body in what felt right, having to reposition a couple times.

"Keep focusing. You're getting it," Dorian told me.

I spun my staff twirling in my hands. I slammed it down on the ground and lifted it again, the vibrations sending chills down my body. I kept the movements going, only stopping once my arms burned and I had to rest them. I opened my eyes, almost forgetting where I was, being so caught up in the moment. I blinked a couple times and realized I was panting.

Dorian grinned at me, his arms crossed and hip cocked. "Congratulations. You found how to move with your magic. Interesting movements. You must have a very different magic."

I couldn't help the smile that came to my face. I was proud of this accomplishment. It was hard getting in tune with your inner magic. I leaned on my staff. "When do I use magic with the movements?"

"That all depends," Dorian answered. "Sometimes magic comes faster to others. It all depends on your own mind."

I sighed and adjusted my weight. "What kind of magic do you think I have? Necromancy like you?"

He laughed and patted me on the back. "No. Definitely not that."

"I could do necromancy! You don't think I could?" I argued. "Why are you still laughing?"

"You are too sweet," he replied. "You don't have the hardness."

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm too sweet?"

"Yes." He leaned down and picked up a different staff. "Now try with this one."

I began to twirl with the new staff, the feeling of the magic, coming faster. I spun around and saw a recruit heading toward us. I stopped, wiping the sweat from my face. "The Inquisitor requests you come to the War Council Room immediately."

I turned to Dorian and gave him a questioning look. "Did you know there was going to be one?"

Dorian shrugged and leaned against the post. "I never do. She calls them whenever she feels she should."

I turned back to the recruit. "I'll be there right away." He nodded and jogged away. I stared after him, knowing I didn't look very suitable for a council meeting after training with Cassandra and Dorian.

"Better get going. She doesn't like it when others are tardy," Dorian told me, pushing me on my way. I sighed and nodded, using my staff like a walking stick. "On your back," he instructed coming up to me. He grabbed the staff and helped me situate it behind me. "Good luck."

I mumbled a thanks, before heading toward the entrance to Skyhold. I hadn't been to a meeting or talked to Branwen since we came back. I was nervous for some reason, not knowing what this meeting was about. I climbed the steps quickly, not wanting them to wait long. The staff hit my legs as I walked and I was painfully aware that I was now outed as a mage.

Opening the door to the main hall, I took a deep breath, not wanting to be panting when I walked into the room. I kept a quick pace, brushing the hair that fell into my eyes away. What a sight I must be. I wish I had my hair products. I miss actual shampoo and conditioner…and lotion. Smelling like an actual girl instead of sweat and random flowers that I kept in my room to help keep the smell of body odor away. What I wouldn't give for some deodorant!

At the thought of not having deodorant on, I suddenly felt like I had a very strong smell of it coming from me. Of fucking course. Might as well smell gross since I know I look like it. After this meeting I would be heading off to find Bull to train with him. I was excited to keep training going, especially after noticing how toned my arms were getting. I slid past the opening of the door that led to the hallway to the war room. I raised an arm, looking around to make no one was around, before taking a quick sniff. Not as bad as I thought I smelled.

I grabbed my necklace, sending a quick plea to Dad, telling myself he somehow heard it and was sending some positive vibes to me right now. I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath, adjusting the sword on my hip and staff on my back. Alright Captain King, time to go to work.

Gaining confidence, I embraced my training look and strutted to the war room door. I pulled it open with ease, hearing the sound of Josephine's voice. I loved her accent, and wondered if mine seemed weird to them or just average, seeing how most of them seemed to have American accents. The door shut behind me with a bit of a bang and I almost jumped.

Heads turned in my direction and Josephine stopped talking. I noticed everyone's expression, a different one on each. Josephine seemed surprised at my appearance, whether it be my post training look or my lateness. Branwen was relieved, as if thinking I wouldn't show. She must be worrying about what to do and needed my advice. Leliana seemed almost impressed, as if not expecting me to turn up with sweaty hair and weapons. Cullen's was hardest to read. I almost thought he seemed…confused. I didn't react to their reactions, heading to the war table to stand next to Branwen.

"Sorry I'm late," I apologized to Branwen. "I was training with Dorian when the recruit came to get me. I came as soon as he gave me the message."

Branwen smiled and nodded. "No harm done. Josephine was just telling us about Empress Celine."

"Dorian?" Leliana asked still studying my weapons. "So, you're a mage?"

"It seems so," I replied, glancing at Cullen. His focus was on my staff, his face in Commander mode. I sighed internally. That would be a great conversation. "Dorian wanted to teach me the basics and in return he is going to help me figure out a way back to my world." My attention was back on Leliana. "If there even is one."

Her eyebrows rose at this and she crossed her arms, hip jutted out. "So, you don't plan to stay?"

I should have seen that question coming, but I was taken by surprise at it. "I plan on helping for as long as I can."

"We appreciate any help you can provide," Josephine approved. Her smile was soothing, and I felt my confidence come back. "Especially when it comes to Celine."

"Yes," Branwen interjected. "It seems we are invited to the Winter Palace."

I thought back on Celine and everything I knew about her through the game. In my playthroughs, I tended to keep Celine alive and tried to have the three rule together, but lately, I had Briala killed and Gaspard banished. Either way, Celine seemed like the better choice of the three so I was happy when she was still on it. She seemed to be the least sneaky of the three and easiest to work with.

"The ball I assume?" I asked, my hands on my hips and weight on my left leg. "What are you hoping to accomplish there?"

"We aren't quite sure," Cullen's low voice filled the room. I turned my attention to him, his brown eyes on me. "We were hoping you might have some information for us."

My eyes went to Branwen and I took a breath. "I'm going to help you out and tell you straight away, that there is some serious jealousy happening at the Winter Palace." I leaned against the table, figuring out the best way to explain what happens at the Winter Palace, without having to go into a lot of details.

"Jealousy?" Branwen asked, brow furrowed. "Between Celene and who?"

"I'm guessing Gaspard," Josephine interjected, her voice lost in thought. "Why wouldn't he be jealous of the cousin that got the throne?"

"A throne that was rightfully his," Cullen added.

"So, we side with Gaspard?" Branwen questioned. She glanced at everyone in the room.

"Let's hear what else Captain has to say before jumping to conclusions," Leliana suggested.

Branwen nodded, her attention on me again. "Of course," she said with authority. "Continue."

I kept my attention on her, not wanting to get distracted by Cullen. "There is an elf named Briala there. She used to be a lover of Celine's and now she is an ambassador. Gaspard thinks she's planning on ruining the treaties."

"Briala of course," Josephine muttered. "I didn't realize her and Celine have had relations."

"Gaspard has blackmail on many people. Even bribed a few with offers. However, Celine is not without her faults, though I think she will be the easiest to work with. If you find evidence of their deeds, you can have them work together. If you can't find evidence for all of them, then you will have to choose a leader."

Branwen stood in thought, her eyes glancing around the room. "Who do you suggest if I can't find all the evidence?"

"Surely, you should make that decision," Cullen interrupted. His brown eyes met mine before turning to Branwen's.

"I will," Branwen assured him. She stood straight with her arms crossed. "I would be foolish not to hear her opinion after last time though."

"Will there be any fights?" Leliana inquired of me. I was surprised at how much interaction I was having with her. "With so much plotting happening in secret, there are bound to be a few brawls, correct?"

I nodded. "There will be. However, I could make a map of where you will find the evidence to help cut your time away from the ball. People will notice. Some of us should distract the guests to keep their focus away from the fact that the Inquisitor isn't present."

"They'd notice?" Branwen asked in surprise.

"Of course," Josephine answered. "You are the Inquisitor and before that, the Herald of Andraste. Also, an elf as well. The talk will be about you and the dancing. You will be missed if gone long."

"Then I guess you guys are going to have to dance to help distract them from her absence," I informed them, glancing at each. "You're good at dancing, right Josephine?"

"Enough to distract the guests? No, not that good." She shook her head as she talked, a small smile on her lips. "I could talk to them though. Help distract that way."

"What about our Commander?" Leliana asked. "I'm sure there are many mothers trying to marry off their daughters on you."

Cullen blushed. "I don't dance."

"Pity," Leliana replied with a bit of a smile.

"So, a dress would most likely get in the way," Josephine thought out loud. "That will create a problem."

I tilted my head. "You aren't just all going to wear formal suits."

Josephine looked at me in terror and Leliana laughed. "Not to an Orlesian ball."

"Cullen will be," Josephine added. Cullen seemed surprised.

"I'm going?" He asked a bit annoyed.

"Of course," Josephine replied.

"Nervous Commander?" Branwen asked with a grin.

Cullen rolled his eyes. "Not in the least." He gave a smile. "I am charming when I need to be."

"Then you will be great at distracting the guests," Leliana teased. "Won't you Commander."

"Of course he will," Branwen told us. "He's the Commander after all."

"Still doesn't help our clothing situation," Josephine sighed.

I thought about options, glad they were wearing dresses to the ball. An idea came to me, inspired by the many superhero movies Liam made me watch. "I have an idea on that." I gave her a grin, my cheeks hurting. "An American idea."

"I have no idea what that means," Cullen replied.

"Me either, but it sounds intriguing," Leliana commented, a sly grin on her face. I felt pleased she was finally looking at me in a way other than anger or suspicion.

"I look forward to hearing about it," Josephine informed me. "Shall we discuss it after the meeting?"

I thought that over a second, knowing I could show her better in a drawing. "I will draw it for you. Give me until the morning and I'll have some concept sketches for you."

Josephine smiled and nodded. "I'll provide you with some paper and ink before you head out."

I nodded in thanks and turned my attention to Branwen. "As for who I would choose, it would be Celine. She will be the one to work with you loyally."

"Thank you, Captain," Branwen said, her focus on the map before her. "I have a few things to finish in the Hinterlands and then I'll be back. We can head to the ball once I return."

"Of course, Inquisitor," Josephine answered, writing on her clipboard. "Who do you plan on bringing to the ball so I can get outfits made accordingly while you are away."

"The three of you," Branwen began thinking it over. "Solas, Dorian, Bull, and Captain."

I stared at her in shock. "Me? Are you sure? Especially after what happened last time I went?"

"Even more reason to bring you," she answered, her light blue eyes intense on my face. "You were the reason any of us made it out alive. If I have you, I plan on bringing you."

"I…," I tried to think of coherent words. "I look forward to going."

"Great," she replied. "A party of us leave for the Hinterlands in a day. You will join." I nodded. "That is all for now." She straightened and glanced at all of us.

"Inquisitor," the three advisors replied together and Branwen turned to leave the room.

"Meet me at my desk and I'll have that paper for you Captain," Josephine told me before following the Inquisitor out of the room.

"I look forward to see how this plays out, especially if all you say is true. There isn't a dull moment in Orlais, is there?" Leliana addressed me, her usual stance in place. I laughed.

"I would think the same of Skyhold," I answered. "The Inquisition is definitely known in Thedas."

"Then we are doing something correctly," she replied. "Until next time." Leliana gave Cullen a pointed look and left the room with a smirk.

Cullen was staring at the map and I pushed myself away from the table to leave, feeling completely awkward. After finding out I'm a mage, was he going to distance himself? Did he not like the performance last night? I was so not good at this whole put myself out there relationship thing. I sighed when I glanced back to see him still looking at the map. It was nice while it lasted. I had a hand on the door when I heard his voice.

"An American idea?" He asked, a bit of a chuckle in his voice. "You should write a book on the terms you use."

"What would be the fun in that?" I joked, my hand leaving the door handle. "Wouldn't you say a Thedan idea, or Kirkwallian idea?"

"Kirkwallian?" He laughed an eyebrow lifted high.

"Well, Americans are from America. Thedans from Thedas and Kirkwallians from Kirkwall." I explained. "It makes total sense."

"I don't think anyone from Kirkwall calls themselves Kirkwallians," he answered, a half smile on his face. His brown eyes were now on my blue ones and I smiled.

"Well they should," I replied. "I'll inform Hawke and Varric immediately." Cullen chuckled and glanced down at the map. I took this as my dismissal to leave. "I better get back to training."

He glanced up at that. "So, archery didn't take?"

"Told you I'd probably hit someone if I did it," I teased. "I'm still training with Cassandra and Iron Bull with the sword. However, magic called to me so that is what I decided I should try. Why run from what you are?"

His golden eyes were looking into my blue ones and he held them for a minute, both of us quiet. "You shouldn't," he whispered quietly.

"I shouldn't?" I responded, moving closer to the war table, eyes still locked. "So, you don't care I'm a mage?"

Cullen sighed and gave a small shake of his head. "Should I?"

I felt embarrassed and tried to get rid of the redness from my face. "Just with everything you've seen from mages and being a templar and all, I assumed that…" I tried to think of coherent words. "I just assumed you wouldn't want to, ya know, keep pursuing anything with me." I heard what I said and I knew I blushed even more. "Not that you were pursuing anything with me," I said quickly. I put a hand to my forehead and closed my eyes. "Especially after that speech. My God!" I muttered. I coughed and started to back away, trying to look anywhere but at him. "I'm just leaving before I say anything else to embarrass myself in front of you. It seems to be a common occurrence the past few days."

I started to go to the door, making my pace quick. I shook my head at myself, knowing I would be embarrassing myself more by talking further with him. I heard the sound of his boots behind me and I felt his hand on my wrist. "I never got to talk to you about that song yesterday."

I prepped myself mentally before turning around. You got this Captain King. You can do this. Just let him talk and do as minimal talking as possible. I faced him with a small smile. "Should I be worried?"

He put a hand to his neck. "No, not at all," he muttered, glancing down at the ground. "In fact, I should be the one worried."

I laughed and he looked up at me. "You think you should be worried?"

His whiskey eyes trapped mine again and the butterflies were in full force. "The way I handled the conversation on the stairs yesterday. I…I feel that I owe you an explanation."

His hand was on my wrist still and I glanced down at it. "Honestly, Cullen, you don't have to explain anything. I understand," I tried to assure him.

"You don't though," the huskiness in his voice making me glance up. "I've never done this before. Everyone knowing my personal affairs."

"So, it had nothing to do with the rumors of me or my past?" I asked self-consciously. I was painfully aware of my appearance again and my post training stink.

"The rumors are just that rumors, though they gave me pause at first." His eyes never left my face as he talked except for a quick glance at my staff. "But I knew they were just that, rumors. As for your past, you seem to know mine somehow and still aren't judging me for it. I told you the other night, I don't tend to judge others on their past anymore."

I was trying to follow what he was saying. So, it was a personal issue, not anything to do with me. "I somehow feel there is more to this than just being scared to have a public relationship."

He ran a hand through his hair and his hand left my wrist. His eyes were closed and he half turned. "Like I said, the rumors did give me pause." He faced me. "But that song last night. I shouldn't have let the rumors make me think anything. I'm sure there are plenty of rumors about me as well."

I crossed my arms. "I haven't really heard any besides you seem to be too into work and are like a sad puppy."

"Varric?" He asked with a roll of his eyes.

"And Dorian," I answered. He sighed and gave a small chuckle.

"I guess those were more truths than rumors," he admitted.

I glanced down at the ground. "Cullen, I know you said that you didn't have a plan or anything but I understand if you didn't want to-."

"Pursue anything?" He asked as I timidly glanced up at him. "After your song last night, I'd be a fool not to. La vie en rose, right?" His hand was on my cheek and I held his eyes.

"Even though I'm trying to find a way back?" I questioned, obvious doubt in my voice.

His eyes swept over my face. "Especially because of that."

I felt the chills throughout my body and my breath picked up speed. I hoped he would kiss me again. I loved it when this man kissed me. I couldn't even think of words to reply to that, so I stared at him, awe on my face. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my face to his chest, needing to hold him. He wrapped his arms around me as well, his head resting on top of mine. We stood that way for a minute and I felt embarrassed again. I didn't think that would ever go away. I let go and took a step back. "I should be getting back to training. I was going to find Hawke and see when he wanted to start training before heading to my training with Iron Bull."

"Hawke is training you?" Cullen crossed his arms, Commander look on his face again.

"He offered and Varric said I should take him up on it," I replied. Cullen's face didn't budge and I sighed. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be careful. I know you don't approve of him or his friends."

Cullen snorted. "I approve of a couple of his friends."

"Cassandra doesn't count of one of his friends," I countered. "See you later?"

"Of course," he replied, a smile on his face.

I grinned and I turned to leave, actually opening the door and heading toward Josephine's office. I turned toward her desk, clearing my throat to gain her attention. She looked up and grinned. "Oh, there you are. I was wondering when you were going to show." Josephine grabbed a few sheets of paper and a pencil. "I look forward to seeing your ideas."

"Me too," I answered honestly. "Thank you, Josephine!" I started to head toward the main hall but stopped. "Could you tell me which room is Hawke's?"

"Second room when you head to the guest rooms," she replied. I smiled in thanks and headed off toward the guest wing.

I knocked on the door three times quickly, before opening the door. "Hawke? I don't know if you remember offering some training but I thought I'd-…you're not Hawke." I stared at a blonde-haired man who returned the surprise glance. I stepped back from the room to look to my right. Yeah, this was the second room. Wait. This guy looked familiar. "Anders?"

Maker's Breath! Why was Anders here?!