Dragons and Thrones: A Reborn Terror
Chapter 27 of my crossover story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.
Alistair
Alistair sighed as he stood by the window in his chambers. He was looking out into the city of Denerim again. Anora stood by his side; they were both still in shock about the attack.
'It's not every day we get an assassination attempt.' Alistair noted to himself. 'Well, it certainly alleviated the usual boredom.'
He couldn't help but smirk at that; much to Anora's exasperation when she noted that.
"Alistair; please don't stand with any of your usual jokes." She said quickly. "We don't have time for it."
Alistair shook his head. "Oh come now Anora; if you don't make jokes then things get too serious and you lose touch with some of the simpler…happier things in life."
Anora sighed sadly before bowing her head and then managing a small smile. "I suppose you're right. Still, this is a tense situation Alistair; you were nearly killed."
"I know, I know." Alistair replied calmly.
He sighed as he turned away from the window and walked through the Royal Chambers.
"Do we have any idea about who this assassin was?" He asked at last.
Anora shook her head. "No; not yet. Eamon said he would tell us when the investigation was concluded."
Alistair sighed but nodded; it seemed all they could do was wait for answers. Until then, he decided to consider something else.
He decided to ask. "Any news on these other lands then?"
"Yes; we've managed to get some news, some people have managed to reach these lands and have reported back." She replied. "We know some things now…"
With that she spoke at length, telling Alistair about what they had found out.
Alistair pondered what he heard about the lands of Westeros and Essos; he was perplexed, yet intrigued by what he heard; these lands seemed to be of great curiosity.
"Interesting; I wonder…" He mused.
Before he could think of anything else however, the door opened and Eamon walked in.
"My King, My Queen." He greeted them calmly. "We have concluded our investigations and I believe we may have some answers. But we…may have just found even more questions in the process."
Alistair sighed. "Oh wonderful, more questions, just what we need."
Anora shook her head and instead asked. "What do you know now, Eamon?"
"We've found a few objects on the assassin. One of them has identified who he was working for. A group called the Venatori." He explained. "From what we've been able to gather, the Venatori are a Tevinter supremacist cult, not officially recognized by Tevinters main government, although there are those within it that are sympathetic to their cause."
That caught Alistair's attention. "Tevinters, a cult in Tevinter, as if they weren't strange enough?"
Eamon shook his head. "Perhaps, but these Venatori aim to revive the old Imperium, regardless of the cost to other nations, or even to Tevinter itself."
Hearing this made it perfectly clear just how driven and, by extension, how crazy these Venatori were.
After a pause, as they took this information in, Anora then asked.
"What about a leader, someone in charge of them?"
Eamon shook his head. "Aside from the Magisters that have formally joined the cult, the only leader is known only as the Elder One."
Anora sank into a chair, pensive; Alistair didn't like this, so little information. Something did bother him however.
"This man wasn't Tevinter, or Ferelden, we'd recognize him if he was, at least recognize the accent." He pointed out.
Eamon nodded. "Yes, he isn't either of them, or from Thedas it seems. These were also in the assassin's possession."
With that, Eamon tipped out a pouch of coins onto the table. Alistair and Anora examined them; they looked similar to Thedas currency, gold sovereigns, silvers and bronze bits. But they clearly weren't Thedas coins.
Eamon continued. "This, it seems, is money from Westeros, Gold Dragons, Silver Stags and Bronze Stars apparently."
That caught Alistair's attention. 'So…This man came from Westeros, yet serves a Tevinter cult…interesting.'
He thanked Eamon for his help and allowed him to leave; he continued to ponder what had been revealed. A possible plan forming in his head; he had a chance to find out the truth now, even though doing so meant one thing, despite the difficulty it would cause.
As Alistair considered this however, he noticed the look Anora was giving him and sighed.
'I guess my thoughts were a little too easy to read, especially for my wife.' He thought ruefully. 'I never could hide anything from her.'
He smiled gently, but Anora wasn't dissuaded.
"Alistair, you cannot…"
He stood up, approaching her. "Anora, please, listen to me."
She shook her head, also standing. "You aim to go off to Westeros, hungry for another of your adventures are you? You would abandon me and Ferelden and run off to…?"
"Anora, I am trying to do this for Ferelden, for you!" He cried. "This man from Westeros is working with a Tevinter cult and tried to kill me. He likely would have tried to kill you too…He was trying to destabilize Ferelden. I owe it to you and this country to get to the bottom of this."
Anora sighed and bowed her head, she knew he was right. She couldn't deny that this was something he needed to do.
Anora pondered briefly before talking again. "You can't go right away anyway, we have to discuss this with Eamon, make arrangements for transportation and such…You'll need to delay your departure."
Alistair nodded reluctantly in agreement. Anora smiled at that and then, acting spontaneously, they kissed and, before long were undressed each other until they were nude. As their kissing became more passionate they fell onto the bed, lost in each other.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
