Another chapter! Sorry i have been gone so long, I promised lots of updates, but real life has taken me away for a bit, sorry about that. I hope you like the chapter, Thank you for reading!
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They laid together again, their skin seeming to glow as the firelight glinted off the sweat that covered their skin. He had taken her in his arms after their love making, whispering how he felt about her into her ears as she laid there, her eyes closed. He had told her in common and Arcanum everything he knew to comfort her, and let her know he would stay at her side till the end of his days, even if that meant joining her calling. He would never let her go.
"So, you're not angry?" she asked finally, causing him to look at her.
"I thought you were asleep." Fenris said softly as he kissed her forehead as he pulled her closer to him.
She shook her head in response and wrapped her legs around his hip as she pressed the rest of her body against his. "No, I am not tired."
He smiled and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "No, I am not angry. I was concerned. You can tell me anything. There is no need for secrets between us, Orlais."
"As a warden I am made to kill darkspawn, nothing else. I embraced that life Fenris, it was something I could call my own. But ever since I met you, I don't want that fate." Pausing for a moment she sighed, "I thought I could hide it away. Maybe the Maker would forgive my selfish heart and allow me to-"
"Allow you to do what, Orlais?" Fenris asked using a finger to lift her face to look at him.
"To be happy, with you. Maybe even have a child someday, but Nathaniel is right, it is near impossible for a female warden to get with child. I was dreaming of a fate that I cannot have."
"The Maker will make our fates, what he wills. Only we can decide who we will spend it with." Fenris said with a smile before moving to kiss her tenderly. "And this is something I have chosen for myself."
Selinis smiled softly and nuzzled his throat, a sound much like a purr coming from her. "Je T'aime, Fenris."
Kissing her again, Fenris, rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He had to have her again.
She awoke to see him sitting in a chair across from her, his eyes locked on hers as she looked at him. "I am sorry, I must have over slept." She said softly.
"No need to apoligise. I enjoy watching you sleep." He said as he reached for a bottle of wine and drank. "I couldn't sleep." He admitted quietly as his eyes moved from her to the bottle.
"Fenris?" she asked sitting up in bed. "Are you alright?"
Fenris sighed and placed the bottle on the table near three of its empty siblings. "I am not sure." He confessed.
"Fenris, what is wrong?"
"I never wanted to tell you, but it keeps happening. I keep seeing things when-" he sighed and looked back at her. "I didn't want to worry you. I keep getting flashes of my past when we couple."
"Is that what has been bothering you, Tevinter?"
Fenris nodded and looked away, unable to face her. "I am a coward."
"No, Fenris. You are not a coward. You are still here." She explained, "But why would your memories returning cause you to think that you are a coward."
"That's just it, they do not return, Orlais. There is a moment I can remember everything in my life with perfect clarity, then just as quickly as it comes it returns to the void and I have nothing. It is maddening. For a moment I am whole, I can drink my fill of all my life has to offer, then suddenly, the bottle I have becomes empty and I am again the slave who has no recollection of who he was."
"Fenris-"
Fenris raised his hand to stop her from finishing her statement. "It is hard, but I swore my heart to you, Selinis. Memories or no, I will not abandon you." He paused and took another drink of wine, finishing the bottle. "I just, I may be drunk a little more often than not."
Selinis bit her lip and watched as her lover opened another bottle. "I'm sorry. Perhaps if you were with a woman that was not a mage-"
Fenris placed the bottle on the table and leaned forward in his seat to look at her. "It wouldn't matter. I am yours alone. Even if my mind is broken, I would rather live with no past then lie the rest of my life without you."
Selinis smiled and laid back down on the bed, not bothering to cover herself up as she closed her eyes.
"Tempting, Orlais. Very Tempting." He said with a chuckle as he stood up and walked to the bed.
"Only tempting? Maker I am losing my touch." She teased.
"You can have mine." He said as he climbed into the bed with her.
They awoke to the sounds of knocking on the door, as well as Arielle's high thin voice calling out for them to open the door. Selinis slid out of her lovers arms and grabbed a thin tunic from her bag, slipping it over her head and heading for the door.
"Atreia, are you in there?" Arielle called again as she knocked on the door.
"Oui." She said as she opened the door and raised a brow at what she saw. There in front of her was Arielle, several parcels in her hands and even more around her feet. Arielle smiled gratefully and started to adjust the bags in her heands to enter the room. "Une moment. Fenris may not be ready for guests."
"It's alright, Orlais. I am decent, so to speak." Fenris said as he walked up behind her and placed a kiss on her cheek as he pulled the door opened the rest of the way. "Good morning, Arielle, Lady Gwenaëlle."
Selinis looked back to see that Arielle had stepped back from the door and allowed Gwenaëlle to enter the room first, her long golden gown dragging behind her. She was followed by Arielle who moved half of the packages into the room, the other half being carried in by Fenris.
"Why are you here?" Selinis asked her mother, suspicion in her eyes.
"My child, always so suspicious." Gwenaëlle said softly, her face expressionless as usual. "We have come to help you, Daughter."
"Help me do what exactly?" Selinis asked, closing the door and leaning against it, her eyes icing over as Fenris watched.
"You will need my help if you wish to infiltrate the Imperium. I am here to help you do just that, unless you wish to have your wolf ripped from your arms and abused again." She said as she raised a brow.
"What do you propose?" Fenris asked as he held back a snarl. "No tricks, Magister."
"What I am proposing is a trick, but I will not be the Magister, Fenris, my daughter will be, and you will be her personal slave."
"What?" Fenris said with a growl, as Selinis stood in silence. Her mother knew what she had planned, perhaps she knew her daughter better than Selinis would like to admit.
"It is the only way, Selinis will take my seat as Magister and Mistress of my Estate. With my seat on the council you will have full access to the Tevinter libraries, as well as my own. You will be able to find what you seek. It is the only way wolf."
Fenris looked back at Selinis and growled. "This is what you were planning, Orlais?"
Selinis sighed. "I do not want to ask you to do this Fenris. I will go alone."
"No." Fenris said his voice dropping as his shoulders did in defeat. "I swore I would be at your side. If I must play the slave again, I will trust you with the key to my collar."
Gwenaëlle smiled, for a moment looking much like her daughter. "Now, shall we begin? You have much to learn, and not much time."
Not too long, and a lot of conversations, but I hope you enjoyed it! See you next time.