Happy new year, everyone. I wish you all have a good year.

Finally, adult content ahead, don't read if you don't like.

Bound to you

Sweet love, sweet love

Trapped in your love

I've opened up, unsure I can trust

My heart and I were buried in dust

Free me, free us

You're all I need when I'm holding you tight

If you walk away I will suffer tonight

I found a man I can trust

And boy, I believe in us

I am terrified to love for the first time

Can you see that I'm bound in chains?

I've finally found my way

I am bound to you

(Bound to you; Christina Aguilera.)

…

At last, morality won. Issara decided to help Harrowmont.

After had earned the lord's trust by fought in fighting arena that called 'the Proving', the Grey Warden has to deal with the Carta: an illegal organization of thief and whatnot. It wasn't the easy task. Jarvia and her minions weren't shoddy thugs. Issara ran out of mana, stamina and patience after the deed has done. Then she groaned impatiently when dwarven lord has another task for them.

Bhelen rushed the Assembly's vote for choosing the king. They have no enough time for lobby the nobles, so they needed another option. Harrowmont wanted the vote of Paragon: the elite of the dwarven culture. The only Paragon who (probably) still alive was Branka. Unfortunately, she took her entire House to the Deep Roads since two years ago and still didn't comeback. No one heard her news ever since.

The Deep Roads are an extensive network of underground roads that once belonged to the dwarven kingdom. But after they fell to the darkspawn during the First Blight, the entrances all sealed. Along the network of passages were abandoned thaigs, ancient knowledge and taint creatures. People with the right mind stay away from them. There're only two kinds of people those willingly walk into the endless pit for death. One was the Legion of The Dead: clan of dwarves, who fought the darkspawn till death for their redemption and Grey Wardens those fought for honorable death before the taint corrupted them.

Neither Issara nor Alistair heard the calling, so they had no interest in entering the Deep Roads. She might refuse Harrmont if she had any choice.

However, she has to accept it. The Exotic Warden bargained with the dwarven lord that he would help repair the party's gears and fill them the necessary stuffs. Harromont accepted her request easily but still needed a day for fulfill it. So, the Grey Wardens and co has some time to spend.

The ladies (include Shale) went to merchant quarter for did some shopping but only man in the group absented. He didn't come back until Issara decided to search for him.

She found him again in front of jewelry shop. Alistair was looking at something faraway, lost in his thought. He didn't notice even the Exotic Warden waved her hands near his face. Then she stood in her tip-toe to nip his ear.

It's work. The ex-templar exclaimed in shock, completely lose his guard. "Ice, where did you come from?"

"I came from far-faraway land in searching of my knight. Did you see any handsome, brave and strong man with shining armor around here?" She bantered.

In other circumstance, he would banter her back. But he was serious about something which got rid of his humor completely.

"Ice, I just helped Brother Burkel open the Chantry in Orzammar."

Issara blinked. "Who is Brother Burkel?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. He is a dwarf, and also a priest. He wanted to open the Chantry in Orzammar but the Shaperate didn't allow it. So I gave him a hand by persuaded that old man. Now the dwarven have they own Chantry."

"Well, that is good thing but why you look… disturb?"

His cheeks were glowing neon red. However, he got over it then sat down on one knee in front of the Exotic Warden. "Issara, I want to ask you something. Please give me honest answer."

This is going to be ridiculous. She thought, but still replied. "I swear to the triple great things of my religion that I'll always be true to you. Now get up. People are looking."

But he didn't follow her request. Still was kneeling, he took a small box from his pack and presented to her. Inside the red box was a simple golden ring. "Issara, I knew this doesn't sound romantic but… I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

Lynx who was standing behind the Exotic Warden cried out and clapped her hands, while Wynne frowned. For Shale… the golem just cocked its head.

Issara was looking at him in shock. Her jaws were hanging open, speechless. She couldn't say anything until Alistair requested. "Say something, love. Kneeling in this armor is a bit… uncomfortable."

She knew he mean it and couldn't stop chuckled. But instead of cheerful smile, she frowned. "Are you sure about this, Ali? You knew I… we can't share our life together."

"I knew it. But I told you, I don't know how long the time we have left, but I want to be with you… with body and soul, in any way we're able when we still have the chance…"

With quivering voice, she smiled. "I do."

Alistair cheered loudly. He totally forgot everything but his betrothed. With one fluid movement, he scooped a slander body into his arms, kissing her with all passion. When they has to stop for breathe, he still stared at her dreamily. "Brother Burkel could arrange the wedding for us. And I want to marry you today."

"Today..!" Issara exclaimed nervously. "But I don't have anything to wear. I can't just marry you in this armor. It's dirty with blood and whatnot. Damn, I'm looking like a crap."

"I don't think those merchants will have human-size dress for sell." The elf interjected. "If you want one, I afraid you have to delay the wedding."

She was going to marry with the man she loved, so she wanted to be pretty or at least looked feminine. However, on the second thought, they were going to enter the Deep Roads tomorrow. What if they couldn't come back?

"I… at least I ought to clean myself. Just give me ten minute and I'll be ready."

"Yes, we can do that." the groom-to-be smiled so bright. "I think I'll do some clean up too. Let's go to the inn."

Hand in hand, the lovers went to the tavern for preparing themselves. The flower of love unable to bloom forever, but they would cherish all they could spend.

Wynne still frowned, but loaned the Exotic Warden her robe. Lynx helped Issara set her short hair as best as she able.

She walked into the brand-new Chantry. Inside, Alistair was waiting in front of the altar. He looked charmer than usual in Grey Warden commander's massive armor. Brilliant smile was dancing on his face as he saw his bride. This was a meager wedding indeed, but everything perfect because of a man who was going to be her husband. He was the man she did trust with all her heart and soul.

"Issara, I-I never had thought if I'm good enough for anyone, till I found you." Alistair said his own vow. "You had changed me. You fill my lonely life with your smile, your hope and your love. In the darkness, you are the light that gave me strength to fight for greatest good. Although we're unable to live happily ever after, I'll cherish every moment of us together. My heart will belong to you, no matter what… Can't say I'll be the best husband ever, but I'll always be by your side… as long as we are able."

That was enough, she never had asked for anything more. Tear of happiness shed as she spoke.

"In ordinary circumstance, we will never meet or even know about each other existence, but fate brought us together. The love you give me is the greatest gift of all, a miracle, no matter how brief it might be. I swear to you, Alistair Theirin. From this moment on, through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow, for better, for worse, I will love you with every beat of my heart."

So beautiful and sweet, the newlywed kissed to seal the promise. In the first Chantry of the Dwarven kingdom, two souls bound together with love.

Lynx cried as she held Shale in lovely bear hug. The wild elf has been met this woman just within a week, but she loved Issara as her sister. She was so glad to see them happy.

The golem observed Lynx's action curiously before turned to Wynne. "Doesn't the old mage happy for their union?"

Still frowning, Wynne said angrily. "I happy for them, but…" She sighed. "Perhaps I ought to stop thinking for them. By all mean, they're hardly the children, exactly not my children."

The newlywed walked to them, still holding hands. Their smiles faded quickly when they saw the old mage's expression.

"What's wrong, Wynne?" Issara asked sheepishly. Her eyes were wide and innocent.

No, I won't fall for that charm again. Wynne tried to stand her ground. These kids had to know how disapprove she was. "None of your concern,"

The Grey Warden exchanged their glare. They knew what was in the grey haired mage's mind. Lady Warden smiled and took those old hands in hers. "In my tradition, the parent of newlywed would give their children the blessing and guidance for their wedlock. But Alistair's and my parent all long gone. Could you honor us by be our relative elder and give us the blessing?"

All temper gone, the spirit healer defeated again. Wynne blessed her favorite Grey Wardens with shivery voice. "You both already knew this wedlock couldn't be last. I hope you will cherish every moment you share. Savor your time with love and caring. Well, perhaps I don't have to tell you that. Just... don't forget your duty."

Issara held her instructor as thank, and Wynne kissed the crown of her head. The old mage really loved these two.

Next from the mage, Lynx held her surrogate sister and brother-in-law. "Congratulation, I hope you will be happy. There're so many tragedies during this Blight, but your love remind me of hope. Even among the darkness, something good still exist. This is something the bard will love to hear."

"Thank you, Lynx. This means so much to me." When Issara looked through the wild elf's eyes, she saw her little sister. Oh, how she miss that girl.

Shale squirmed uneasily. The golem didn't make any smart comment but the Exotic Warden knew exactly what's it had in mind. So she turned to confusing golem.

"Thank to you too, Shale. You always helped us, the great deal. Thank you very much."

If she didn't imagine it, she thought the animated rock was blushing. "Don't mention it. I knew how useful I am."

Issara didn't want to push Shale, thus she just smiled and nodded. The golem and the ex-templar have some banter before they left the Chantry.

Somehow, lord Harrowmont knew their good news and then set up the feast for them in his house. The generous lord also gave them a room for wedding night. Still holding hands, the newlywed didn't leave each other's side until the bride thought it was the time for retired of the night.

But she insisted her groom to stay in the feast for a little while longer. She needed some time for 'prepare' herself for him. Anyway, the promise she whispered into his ear before left made it hard for Alistair to stay focus at anything but his lovely bride.

An hour has passed, felt like eternity for him. Alistair said goodnight to everyone and left dinner room as fast as he able without running.

His bride opened the bedchamber's door for him. Sheepish smile made his stomach growled in another kind of appetite. The sight of her flawless body that donned only his shirt didn't help anything.

"I'm a lucky man." He purred.

Issara pouted. "What's that suppose to mean?"

Alistair scooped her into his arms then kissed her passionately. "You're so beautiful. I still can't believe you're mine."

To his surprise, her eyes were twinkling with mischief as she tugged his collar to opposite direction of the bed. "Not so fast, Romeo, you must take a bath first."

Grinning, the groom pretended arguing as he nipping her earlobe. "Can't it wait?"

"Ali," She exclaimed, but there's hint of smile on her face. "You're stinking of ale. Take the bath or sleep outside, this is final!"

"We just married this afternoon and you became fussy wife already?"

Alert! She is narrowing her eyes. She is going to be pissed, and I'll be doom!

"Where's the tub?" Alistair asked with his acumen.

Satisfied smile crept to her full lips. Issara's temper went back to normal and Alistair was saved. "Just behind that screen, the water still warm and I prepare everything for you."

It wasn't so bad, though. Because he knew she would reward him nicely afterward.

Within world's record, he hurried bathed and went back to his wife. The bathrobe she prepared for him couldn't conceal the excitement around his groin. From the bed she was sitting, Issara giggled as she saw a bulge underneath.

However, when the ex-templar crawled to the bed, they both paused, not so sure what to do next. None of them had the idea of married night. Well, they couldn't just jump to each other and fuck, right?

A moment of awkward silent passed, Issara made the first move. She tried to calm her heart as she spoke. "I-I have to… tell you something… before we… start."

She's sputtering! She… the most confident female he'd ever met was sputtering like a frightening girl! This must be terrified for her.

"You can tell me anything. Nothing can change my love for you, Ice." To confirm his word, he kissed her forehead which made her giggled.

"No-no-no, Mr. Goody to boot, it isn't anything bad. I just…"

Slowly, she raised her palms together then placed them on his chest, just above his heart. Although Alistair didn't know the meaning behind that gesture, the instinct told him to embrace her within his arms and never let go.

"I knew it might sound… prudish." Her giggle rang like the bell. "But I just want to tell you. I… submit myself to you. My heart, my love and everything I have, now belonged to you. I am at your mercy, my love."

Man is man. Even the shy man like Alistair loved to conquer. He loved the idea of make her his and only his. The idea came to life as he began to kiss her, peppering and nibbling trailed down from the crown of her head to sensitive flesh beneath her jaws.

She moaned, tried to unbutton her shirt but the large hands stopped her. "No, this is my present."

Her chuckle sounded dry and husky as he slowly unwrap his prize. Somehow, she still worried if her nakedness doesn't attractive as she believe. Her skin shade almost looked like honey-cream and there's no freckle. Small areas on the peak of her twin lotuses were dark, not pink like Leliana's or Morrigan's (she did peek at them in between the bath…well, not exactly. It doesn't like they ever hid it anyway). She also had several scars here and there, left alone very large tattoo on her back. What if he doesn't like it?

An unintelligible sound fell from Issara's lips as the shirt sliding off her, exposed the creamy skin to his hungry eyes. She couldn't help but looked at him, anticipated his reaction.

"Maker's breath, you're… so beautiful." Alistair purred dreamily. He used to read a forbidden book that calls 'the art of passionate love', but even the vivid illustrates couldn't compare with a goddess in front of him.

Her breasts were large, full and round. Down, her belly was flat, a bit muscular but still looked feminine. Her hip was firm and wide but still suit two flawless long legs. She blushed and tried to cover herself as his eyes were roaming downward.

Alistair's hands reached out and grabbed her arms, "Don't, I want to look at you. I-I dreamed about this for so long."

Issara almost ask him how she look like if compare with Lillian, but that wasn't make any good, so she just shut her mouth and smiled.

His hands reached her bosoms, but stopped in half way. "May I?"

This was why she loved him. "It's yours, remember?"

No need for more encouragement, he fondled creamy lotus as if they make of glass before kneaded the darker area. Issara inhaled sharply as he did so. This kind of touching was new for her. No one ever touched her like this. Despite his inexperience, Alistair did well in loosen her stress.

From her expression, he thought she like it. Felt braver, he downed to those and licked, which made his bride squeaked loudly. Her hands grabbed on bedcover as if it was only thing that prevent her from floating away. Still looking and her, Alistair took one of pert nipples into his mouth, sucked and nibbled as one hand was massaging another flushing bosom, while his free hand crushing her hip to his.

"A… Ali," She moaned. "Take this robe off."

Grinning, he replied playfully. "At your service,"

As soon as the robe fell, Issara pushed him to the mattress. She kissed him hungrily, skimming herself to his as her mouth roaming down his gorgeous body. Knowing what's going to happen, the ex-templar exclaimed loudly before she reached his exciting member.

"Don't… Ice! I won't be last if…"

But she didn't stop. "From the books I read, it'll be better if you… finish before the real… action. It said you'll have more time to… play."

Alistair didn't exactly believe it, but what could he do when she held his manhood as her hostage. Issara was a fast learner in everything, she'd learned what he like and gained more and more experience in pleasure him from those hot nights. He thought he was going to die, hips jerking slightly involuntarily as she sucked him deep in her throat. He moaned hopelessly, hands tugged on her hair to control her pace. Faster and faster, her head bobbed along his shaft roughly, wanted to receive all what he had to offer. She knew he was going to blast out in any minute.

"Give it to me, love. I want to taste you."

He couldn't hold on any longer. His love fluid spat out in between gasps and moans as he reached his peak and erupted in climax. Issara kept him in her throat, swallowed his pleasure gleefully as he panted, slowly recover from the high.

Still panting, the ex-templar looked at his bride with dazzling eyes. Triumphal grin that he loved so much was playing on her full lips as she crawled back up along his body like a tiger she able to shift.

"Don't blame me if I spent and we have to skip the night." Alistair banter. He knew he would recovery, but didn't sure how long he want for it.

"Hum…" She murmured in fake mock offend. "Are you going to tell me that the fearsome templar who killed a horde of darkspawn single-handed couldn't handle his wife in bed? I have to say I'm disappointed, ser."

This woman was an evil, he should know it. She was the challenge he love to win through. There's must be the way to wipe that smile off, to make her writhe, curse and beg beneath him. Well, she said he will have more time to play, so he would play her as she wish.

Grey Warden's stamina wasn't just legendary. Alistair came back to life and flipped over, brought his fellow Grey Warden to the mattress. She couldn't make much sound while he muted her mouth with his. Tongue ravished deep in her mouth, forced the sharp moan from fiercely woman beneath him. He didn't exactly gentle, but she seemed to enjoy it. In fact, he knew she would kick him off the bed if she doesn't like his assault. Although she said she was his, a fiercely woman like her would never endure the abuse and she doesn't need a blade to kill him.

Her fighting style made her a human weapon. It's so incredible that the same body still able to be sweet and gentle when she in the mood. She would able to be either the lady or the witch. And he loved all of it.

"Oh no, you don't." He teased then nibbled her lobe. "I have all night to play you."

Issara grinned devilishly. "Before or after I take a nap?"

"You never surrender, do you?"

"Tame me, my prince. I swear it will worth your while." She pulled him to her seductively.

But he didn't obey. Instead, he attacked the sensitive flesh around her chest. Peppering and nibbling on creamy lotuses, but avoided erect peaks. She tried to hint him to where she need him by arched her back, offered him her breasts. Her hands gripped on his shoulders as she moaned his name.

Who was him to refuse her offering? Alistair feasted on her breasts, licking and sucking on her pert nipples as his legs parted her thighs. She didn't seem to notice it till his mouth kissing down, through her belly and pass her navel. He paused just a second to kiss a small red birthmark nearby, his kiss trailed down to her fold that now was wetting in desire for him. Sweet scent of her nectar was enough to wake his limp member up. He wanted her so much, almost hurt. But the male's ego got the best of him. He wouldn't give her what she want unless she beg for it.

Shifted pass her forbidden flower, he grinned in very satisfied as she hissed sharply.

"No… Ali, not there," Issara begged. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she tried to close her thighs. "It's… ashamed."

"You're beautiful." Alistair kissed on wetting flesh, assured her how he love it.

She took inhale sharply then fell back to mattress. Crying and writhing under his mercy, but still didn't say the word he waiting for. Her voice reached to the ceiling, her hands gripped on a pillow, she couldn't control her hip as he sucked her swelling nub, took all the control from her.

"Ali… please," Issara cried.

"Please what?" He asked slyly. "Do you want me to stop… this?" Gently, he slipped one finger inside her throbbing flower, pumping rhythmically.

"No… I," Her voice left her completely. She couldn't say a word while his mouth worked with his finger. Sometime, she touched herself for release her stress, but it couldn't compare with this.

"Say it, Ice. Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me." Still ashamed to say it, she answered with the voice that didn't louder than whisper.

"But I'm already in." He teased, pumping his finger slowly.

How could a virgin so cruelly? If she didn't know him, she must think he lied to her. Issara got over her ego and begged him under her ragged breath. "Fuck me, Ali! Fuck me with your cock, please."

"As you ask so nicely," Grinning, Alistair lifted himself back up her body, taking her mouth into a kiss as he position himself where he wanted her.

However, he still remembered that she was a virgin. So he slowly pushed forward, kept looking at her expression.

"Oh, fucks… don't hold it. I'm not made of glass, ser knight." She hissed.

"But I don't want to hurt you."

Ok, she loved this part of him but this wasn't the time. She ran out of patience. "Fuck me or I'll ravish you."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "All right, I'll do it. Ready..?"

She nodded then he pushed, all of him buried inside her in one fluid movement. Issara inhaled sharply but didn't cry. This body might sore tomorrow but she would endure it.

Something inside commanded him to move and take what he wanted, but Alistair restrained it with his templar's discipline. They kissed deeply to share their desire, released the tension between them. The man didn't dare to move until she whispered.

"I love you."

He moved, then, slowly at first but more and more powerful eventually. All the time, she wrapped around him with her arms and thighs, passionate biting his shoulder when he raised her high and higher. She couldn't think of anything but the man above her and what he was doing to her.

"Ice… looks at me." Alistair demanded under his ragged breath.

Her heart was beating so loud, thus she needed some time to realize his words. When she looked through his eyes, she saw lust and love. Something stirred inside and exploded her.

In between gasp and pant, the Exotic Warden slowly retreated from the heaven. But her husband still couldn't get enough. He paused just to let her relax and then moved again, slower this time, savored every bit of his sexy wife. Issara screamed involuntarily as Alistair made her another orgasm. Lucky for him, her nails were short and neat so it didn't claw his rear to blood.

Spent, her hands lost their grip as she felt his love seed squirted inside her cunt. She glazed at her husband who was hovering above her, moaning in pure bliss. His face seemed relax more than aftermath of her therapy in his tent. Well, it must because they performed together.

"I love you." He kept repeated those words over and over. Although it might was afterglow talking, she didn't care.

He didn't just slide off and took his sleep, but kept kissing, caressing her in his arms until they both calmed down. However, they blushed at the sight of the remnant of passionate night. There's some blood and other fluid on the mattress. Surely, love making is a massy business, by all mean.

"I-I need to clean up." Issara covered herself with a sheet and tried to stand up. Alas, her legs still unsteady.

Gently, Alistair scooped his wife with his arms, carried her to the tub. "Let me help."

"But…"

His soft smile just made her blushed redder. "Don't tell me you still bashful after that. You don't have anything I never see, love."

She pouted and smacked his chest furiously. How dare he to use that line against her?

The not-so-innocent templar laughed, removed the sheet off his wife's flushing body. She still didn't familiar with men's touch but didn't object. Anyhow, just simple touch aroused her again. Her lovely brown eyes were glaring at him in anticipation as his golden brown eyes were roaming all over her curves and hills hungrily.

"We should… clean you, before... I change my mind."

Issara chuckled. She wanted it as he did, but this body disagreed. Besides, they needed decent rest before enter the Deep Roads tomorrow. "And call the servant for replace the bed sheet."

Despite his performance, Alistair still was her shy boy. He blushed beat red as her comment. "You're right, my wife. But that must be after the bath."

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I had to admit, this is a bit embarrass to write. Well, don't tell my mom I wrote it. Well, anyway. Perhaps I should explain something. Thai poets prefered to describe female's anatomy with beautiful words, mostly with flowers name; example is: lotus (for the breast), heaven's flower, magical petals and etc. I never read romantic english poem, so I don't know if there's similair mataphor in those. But well, you know, all poets have soft spot on beautiful thing.