Anders + Alistair/f!Amell, Escort
Of all the unusual situations Anders had found himself in, this was one he would have never predicted. Not by a long shot.
"So, uh, I noticed you're the King."
The King looked at the mage in bewilderment. "I am? When did that happen? How do I make it stop?"
Anders scowled. "Oh, very funny."
The King grinned. "I try, I try."
"So tell me: how does a mage get to be so important that the King himself shows up to escort her back to Denerim?"
The King smiled even wider. "Well, you see—"
Just then, the Commander came bounding into the room, jumped into the King's arms, and kissed him senseless. Anders's jaw dropped.
"You're finally here!" His Commander cheered, kissing her King. "I've missed you terribly!"
The King kissed her back. "I've missed you, too."
Anders left his jaw on the floor.