After weeks of battling and chasing evil Magisters, silence was beautiful. King Alistair stood at the front of the ship, staring out at the golden sun setting in the horizon, listening to the gentle rippling of the waves below. The sky was as red as the beach they had left behind, littered with the bodies and blood of both mage and Qunari alike. Only one Qunari dreadnought had remained after the furious battle with Titus' men, which Captain Isabela quickly took charge of to get them back to Ferelden now that this Maker forsaken quest was finally over. Alistair sighed, taking in the stunning, peaceful view and breathing in the fresh sea breeze, thinking about King Maric and all that had passed in the last few hours.

At the helm of the ship, Lana kissed Isabela goodnight and left her to her sailing. She walked the length of the starboard side and her eyes found Alistair, standing alone, his back to her. Remembering back to the results of Titus' nightmare, she decided to detour from the steps leading down into the hold, Hawke approached the King of Ferelden and placed a comforting hand on his slumped shoulder.

"Are you alright?" she asked gently, giving him a small smile and leaning on the dreadnought's wooden rail beside him. Alistair sighed, glancing up at the sky once more.

"I suppose," he said sadly, "I wish things had of worked out differently, but at least now I know what happened. I've finally got some peace of mind."

Hawke patted his arm. "I'm sorry your father didn't make it. I don't think he meant to get caught up in all this. He seemed like a good man."

"I think he was," Alistair replied, "I didn't know him too well of course. Arl Eamon was more like a father to me than he ever was, what with me being the illegitimate heir to the throne and all...I don't know...Maybe I should have just let him stay in that blasted dream. He would have been happy! If I'd have known his body was in that state I'd have never asked him to return with me."

"He knew the chance of survival was slim," Lana said, "And even then he still tried to come back, Alistair...For you. You may not have been close, but it's clear that Maric loved you in his own way. He was willing to try and make things right between you at least...Not all parents can swallow their pride like that and admit they were wrong."

Hearing the slight edge to her voice on the last few words, Alistair turned to look at Lana. As he watched her stare out at the sunset he could tell she was lost in thoughts and memories of her own.

"Dare I ask of your own parents?" the King ventured. Hawke gave him a playful grin.

"You can ask," she teased, "But I can't promise I'll reply."

Alistair chuckled. "And Isabela's?"

"Oh, she'll probably hit you," Lana said seriously.

They both laughed and glanced back to see the Rivaini skilfully steering the massive ship through the calmness of the ocean. She never looked more relaxed than when in control of a sea fairing vessel. Maker, she looks as beautiful as ever, Hawke thought to herself, seeing the outline of the pirate as her clothes blew gently in the wind.

"It must have been hard when your mother was killed though," the King offered, pulling Lana's attention away from Isabela. Hawke raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He cowered shyly. "Your sister talks quite a bit when she's had a few pints of ale," he added with an apologetic smile. "I think she'll be waking up tomorrow with a slight hangover."

Hawke rolled her eyes. "Bethany never could hold her water," she said with a chuckle of affection for her little sister. Alistair watched her, waiting for her response to his question. "Yes, it was," Lana said finally, "It was harder when my mother was alive though if I'm honest. We never got along after my little brother's death during the Blight. If we had of, maybe she wouldn't have died in the first place...Maybe I would have been able to look after her better."

"That's rough," Alistair sympathised. "Knowing you, you did all you could, I'm sure."

"Ah, that was years ago now. There's no point in reopening old wounds...I'd ...prefer not to talk about this, Alistair."

Alistair immediately regretted bringing it up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I suppose you're right. Maybe that's what I was really doing with this whole Maric thing, opening old wounds."

"I don't think so," Lana said wisely, "It was a brave thing you did. Digging into the past usually results in bad news. At least now you can finally get on with your life...with being King."

"I think part of me was just looking for another way out of ruling if I'm honest. I never wanted this. The Hero of Ferelden chose me. I just don't know what for!" Alistair looked rather hopeless then.

"For good reason," Hawke reassured him. "Andraste's Grace, stop doubting yourself, Alistair. You're a great King...And you'll be even better after you pay us for this bloody quest."

Alistair laughed at her sudden change in tone. "Oh, spoken like a true pirate," he teased, "Isabela's really rubbing off on you."

"Not right now, but she might be later," Lana joked.

Alistair looked dumbstruck.

"Eh, we're sharing a cabin," he said.

"And?"

The King turned a deep shade of scarlet.

"Ah, Maker, you're blushing!" Hawke teased him. He turned redder still. "Aren't you used to this by now after travelling with us for so long?"

"I've been hanging out with nobles for the past few years before this," he told her, "You people are at the other end of that scale. It takes a lot of getting used to."

"Hey!" Hawke punched him on the arm, "I'll have you know I am a noble...by name."

"Ooo, touché. I forgot about that," he chuckled. Suddenly Alistair's face contorted in thought. Lana looked at him suspiciously.

"What?" she asked nervously, suddenly feeling rather self-conscious.

"What? N-nothing!" Alistair stammered.

"Oh come on! You had a thought! What was it?" Hawke pressed, grinning.

"Oh, it was silly really," he said, shaking his head, "I...Well, I was just wondering something..."

"No, you, me and Isabela are not having a threesome," Hawke said quickly.

Alistair's embarrassment furthered. "I...What? I didn't mean...No!"

"You...Oh," Lana replied, "Sorry, I'm so used to that popping up when I'm least expecting it."

Alistair looked down at his pants, afraid of what he would find. Hawke chuckled.

"I meant the issue, not your little weapon of ass destruction."

Alistair looked relieved then. "Oh...Phew...Wait, what do you mean little?"

"Just get to the point, Alistair," Hawke pressed, rolling her eyes. "Of the conversation I mean, not between your legs."

"Right, erm...where was I? Oh yes...Well, you're a native of Ferelden, right? Champion of Kirkwall, noble, well-known...Pretty. Would you...you know, ever consider joining the Landsmeet...? Maybe? No? Forget I asked. Oh look, the sun's setting!"

Hawke's eyes almost popped out of her head. "What!?" She laughed. "The Landsmeet? Eh-Have you met me? I'm as blunt as a Dwarven maul and I'll surely take someone's head off as quick."

Alistair chuckled. "I told you it was silly."

"I'll say! Maker, I'm not really the political type, Alistair," Hawke said, still laughing to herself. Me, a politician? Ha!

"Well, neither am I!" he protested, "Do you think I like sitting around on thrones all day, listening to nobles whine about who's got the least land and whose buttons are going to burst because the ate too much turkey? Andraste's Grace, throw my deal old wife into that mix and I've got a nightmare even the Fade couldn't conjure up... Maybe with you there it might be more interesting."

"Is that where me being pretty comes into it?" Lana teased.

Alistair blushed again.

"I-No...I j-just thought-Uh...Hmm..."

Hawke laughed. "Oh, the Mabari's out of the cage now! I'm going to go tell Isabela!" she sang, "She's not going to be happy one bit!"

She pretended to walk away. Alistair grabbed her arm, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, no! Don't!" he said worriedly, dragging her back, "She'll kill me. She will!"

Hawke laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Maker, your voice is so high-pitched right now you'd think your balls hadn't dropped."

Alistair gave her a look and rolled his eyes. "As eloquent as ever, Lady Hawke."

He exhaled in relief as Lana laughed and leaned back on the ship rail again.

"Well, what did I tell you?" she smirked, "I'd turn half the Landsmeet silly as soon as you introduced me. Plus I'd annoy the Void out of Anora, and Isabela would spend the whole day trying to hump her leg."

They both laughed.

"Look, in all seriousness, consider it," Alistair pressed on, trying to steer the jesting woman away from the profanity she and Isabela bathed in daily, "I know the Chantry is on the lookout for you. The Seekers will find you eventually, Hawke. Having a King to protect you and your loved ones wouldn't hurt. You don't have to be nomads forever."

"You ...could be right," Hawke said, seeing his point. "But I'm not making any promises. I'll have to talk it through with Isabela. Maker, she's going to laugh her tits off! Ha! Me? A noblewoman?"

"Have you discussed what you'll be doing now that you're both rich and free?" Alistair asked interestedly.

"Not yet," Lana said, "That's a discussion for another day. I think I'd like to be on dry land first in case things go amiss. Trying to talk Isabela out of sailing while she's at sea is like...well, trying to get me to sleep with a man. It's never going to happen, and someone's going to get hurt."

Alistair chuckled. "Fair enough. I'll have to remember that for future reference."

They both turned then, hearing the door to the hold close behind them. Isabela had finally let her First-Mate Brand take over the helm and had called it a night, presumably hoping to find Hawke warming their temporary bed along with all the others. Hawke turned to Alistair who was giving her a knowing smile.

"I think on that note I'll be turning in for the night," she said with a grin.

"No problem. I'm going to stay up a while longer. Think about what I said," Alistair replied.

"I will. Goodnight, Your Majesty."

"Night, Hawke."

She gave him a little joking courtesy and took her leave, walking down the steps that led into the hold of the ship.

Isabela untied the strings of her tight corset and slipped it off, flinging it onto the floor under her bunk. She could still smell the fresh sea-water in her long brown hair. Bethany, Mae and Varric were all in separate beds shoved into the tiny cabin, with the rest of her crew in the other larger room full of cots. Thinking of how tired she was, Isabela kicked off her boots and glanced at the bunk above hers, hoping to find Hawke. It was empty. Suddenly a pair of cold arms wrapped around her from behind and she felt Lana press up against her. Isabela smiled and leaned back into her embrace, accepting Hawke's kiss on the neck.

"I was just about to go looking for you," the Rivaini whispered, trying not to wake the others. "I thought you were already asleep." Lana rubbed her cold cheek against Isabela's and felt the woman's hands caress her arms. She exhaled contentedly.

"I was talking to Alistair at the front of the ship," she whispered in Isabela's ear, "It's bloody ball-freezing out there." She held Isabela closer, trying to steal some of her body heat. The pirate was as cold as she was though. "Let's get into bed before I turn into an icicle."

"Are you sleeping with me?" Isabela asked eagerly. "The bunks were made for Qunari, I think you'll fit."

"Bela, even if the beds were made for dwarves I'd still be trying to fit in beside you," Hawke joked. They both sniggered. Isabela reluctantly slid out of Hawke's embrace and bent over, peeling back the thick woollen cover and sliding in to the bed while Hawke took off her outerwear and boots. As soon as her head hit the pillow, the Rivaini almost passed out with exhaustion.

"Erm, can you go on the inside?" Lana asked in a hushed tone, hesitating, noticing there was a wall on the other side of the bed.

"Climb over me," Isabela groaned, her back to her.

"I don't want to sleep there. I'll get claustrophobic," Hawke replied.

"Since when do you have claustrophobia?" Isabela asked interestedly, a hint of a laugh in her tone.

"Since now! Move your ass!" Hawke said, slapping the large shape under the blanket that was her bottom. Giggling, Isabela shimmied over, leaving Lana room to climb into the outside of the bed. As soon as she felt Hawke snuggle in behind her, the pirate turned around to face her.

"I thought I was the only one wary of tight spaces," the pirate said quietly, trying not to wake the others. She wrapped her right arm across Hawke's midsection, felling the woman reciprocate. Their legs brushed together and they lost themselves in the other's eyes through the flickering of nearby candlelight.

"I'm fine in most situations, but I can't sleep jammed between a wall and someone on my other side. It makes me feel trapped or something," Hawke admitted, a little ashamed. Isabela sniggered.

"Maker's Breath, are you serious? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard."

"Yes," Hawke replied, wondering why Isabela sounded sceptical. "Ask Bethany if you don't believe me. We used to share a bunk back at Gamlen's."

"Mmm," Isabela teased. "I'll be sure to do that...Right now I have something else in mind however."

With a wicked glint in her eye, the pirate leaned in and kissed Lana, rolling closer into her until she was hovering above her. Hawke ran her hands through the woman's hair affectionately, massaging her tongue against Isabela's, feeling the woman's hand caress her side. She was quickly heating up despite the coldness of the Qunari Dreadnought. Apparently comfort didn't enter the minds of the ox-men architects when they built the ship. Or maybe Qunari couldn't feel the cold under their thick skin. What does that matter when I have Isabela though?

Feeling the pirate's hand slip under the waistband of her breeches, Lana gasped. Isabela broke from their kiss and laughed quietly.

"Sorry, my fingers will warm up in a few seconds," she assured her in a joking tone.

"Are we really going to do this?" Lana asked incredulously, glancing round the semi-darkness of the cabin. "Here?"

"Why not?"

"Uh, my sister's only like a foot away in the next bed," Lana whispered. Isabela looked unfazed.

"So? She's sleeping."

Hawke considered this. "Hmm, I suppose. Keep going then."

Isabela grinned and leaned down to kiss her once more, picking up where she left off.

"Please don't!" a cringing voice called out from the next bed.

Isabela burst into silent giggles and buried her face in Lana's bosom, hearing the woman below her laugh as well.

"Sorry, Beth," Hawke sniggered, recognising her sister's voice.

"And Varric," the dwarf called out.

"And Mae," another female voice added.

Both Hawke and Isabela couldn't breathe for laughter then.

"Maker's Breath, we thought you were all bloody sleeping!" Isabela said disappointedly, hearing Varric's wheezing laughter and Mae's musical giggling in reply. "We're always being cock-blocked these days."

"Bela-"

"Fine, Twat-blocked!" she corrected before Lana could point out that she was devoid of a penis.

Fresh chuckles filled the cabin.

"I slept all day," Bethany said almost apologetically in a small voice, "I promise I'll give you a night alone when we get to Ferelden but...Maker, can you keep a lid on it until then? For my sake? Please? Pretty please?"

"No promises," Isabela teased. Lana nipped her, hearing Mae and Varric continue laughing at her responses.

"Of course, Sister," Hawke replied seriously, "Sorry, I'll make sure Bela behaves herself. Go to sleep everyone."

"Ooo am I going to get punished if I don't?" Isabela mumbled in Lana's ear before nibbling it playfully. Hawke grinned.

"Like you wouldn't believe," she whispered back. Isabela's eyes lit up then.

"Aw, you say the sweetest things, Hawke."

She stole another quick kiss off the woman's lips then lay her head down on Lana's chest, exhaling contentedly, feeling Lana pull the covers back up over them both once more and pulling her in close. The pirate closed her eyes as Lana began to run her fingers through her long dark hair absentmindedly, eventually lulling her into a deep sleep as the ship swayed through the ocean towards Ferelden.

"Is that all he lent you?"

Hawke sighed. She glared at her little brother. "Don't be so vulgar, Carver. He's my friend, and not only that, he's a dwarf. I'd never sleep with a dwarf."

Carver chuckled. "And don't forget he's a 'he'." He added. "I saw you kissing that elf Athenril the other day. You're a muff-diver aren't you?"

Hawke slapped him around the head.

"Ow!" he exclaimed angrily. "What was that for?"

"You know perfectly well what it was for, Brother." Hawke whispered back harshly. "Mother doesn't know so shut your mouth, or I'll tell her where you spent last night!"

Carver massaged his head and threw his sister a dirty look before continuing to eat his food.

"How did you know?" he asked, his tone still sulky after she whacked him.

"Isabela was there too. She told me this morning." Hawke answered.

"That pirate whore!" Carver huffed. "She promised she wouldn't."

Hawke laughed. "And you actually believed her. Maker's Breath little brother, I thought you were smart."

"Oh shut up!" he replied angrily.

"Don't talk to your sister like that!" their mother said as she made her way over beside them, pulling her bedraggled hair up into a tight bun. Hawke stuck out her tongue at Carver mockingly behind her back. He shook his head grumpily.

"She started it!" he protested.

"No I didn't!" Hawke replied, riling up at once.

"I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it!" Leandra replied firmly. "Maker's Breath you're both acting like small children. Who would think I had a 19 year old and a 23 year old?"

Hawke and Carver shot daggers at each other across the room. Just then Gamlen entered, bringing with him the smell of some whore's perfume. He had undoubtedly just come home from The Blooming Rose, just like his nephew. He walked up to Hawke and hovered beside her.

"So you're back then are you?" he snarled.

"And here's me thinking you'd be worried about me," Hawke replied sarcastically. "But judging by your tone you're just sorry I returned in one piece. It would have been one less mouth for you to feed...Oh wait, you don't feed this family, I do! Haha! Look at that. I almost give you a compliment by mistake."

"Quit your cheek, girl!" he grumbled. "When you're living under my roof you'll treat me with respect."

"That's a little hard to do considering you have no respect for yourself," Hawke replied angrily, getting to her feet.

"Oy! Don't speak to me like that! What did I just tell you?" Gamlen yelled back as Hawke confronted him.

"Oh shut it, the both of you," Carver groaned. He was tired of them always being at the other's throat. Lana couldn't forgive Gamlen for stealing their inheritance, but Carver could see Gamlen's point of view, left to guard someone else's abandoned life and getting nothing in return. He might have done the same thing in their uncle's position. Hawke shouted back, knowing her brother sympathised with their snake of a relative and rather than calming the madness, Leandra sat in silence as her family imploded around her. After several minutes, Lana shook her head in frustration.

"I'm going out." She had only been here ten minutes and it was already getting on her nerves.

"You only just got back!" Leandra called after her. "You'd better not get into more trouble. Where are you going?"

"A walk, Mother. I'll be back before nightfall, don't worry about me." Hawke called over her shoulder before exiting the house, slamming the door as she went.

She walked around Lowtown for an hour or so, trying to clear her head. It seemed like she was going to get no peace at all today. Gamlen sickened her. Selling Carver and her both off to smugglers for a year to get them into the city made it seem like he was doing what he could to help them originally. Little did they know though that he was only using them as leverage to pay back a debt. Hawke rounded a corner near the Alienage and walked straight into someone, making them fall to the ground.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry, I...Merrill?"

The elf lay flat on her back, looking shaken and disorientated from the fall. Hawke reached out her hand and helped her to her feet, trying not to laugh. "What are you doing out at this hour? It's dangerous to walk these streets alone."

"Oh hello, Hawke. I...I got lost. I was using the ball of twine which Varric gave me to find my way back but...someone cut it and...well, now I don't know where I am." She squeaked. "I'm so happy to bump into you...well not that bump into you, I mean...I'm so happy to see you...I'm babbling aren't I?"

This time Hawke could not hold in her laugh. She looked down and Merrill's other hand to see the remains of her ball of twine.

"Merrill, your house is right around this corner. You're almost home." Hawke said chuckling. "Come on, I'll walk you back."

"El'gernahn! I've been walking in circles this whole time? The street's all look the same in the dark." She said, following Hawke through Lowtown. Within a couple of minutes they had reached Merrill's house.

"Here you are, Merrill," Hawke said kindly, standing outside her house.

"Thank you so much, Hawke. Do you want to come in? I have...water."

Hawke chuckled again. "It's fine Merrill. I have to get back to Gamlen's. I'll come and see you tomorrow though. Carver's been asking about you."

"Oh, he's a sweet boy. Please do come by! See you later then," she said walking into her house, "And thank you again!"

Hawke laughed to herself once more and exited the Alienage. She looked up at the moon, realising that she had been gone for hours and hurried back to Gamlen's house.

Inside, Carver was sitting by the fire, gazing into the flames with an intense look on his face. He didn't look up as she entered. She seated herself on the stool beside him.

"Something wrong, little brother?" Hawke asked concerned.

"Just leave me alone, Lana," he replied grimly. He had become so stern and serious since they left Lothering.

"Fine," Hawke said helplessly. She got to her feet and started to walk to her bedroom.

"I hate it here, Lana," Carver blurted out suddenly. Hawke froze in the doorway and turned to look at him. His eyes were still transfixed on the fire. He looked suddenly a lot older than he should. She walked back towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off harshly.

"Don't!" he shouted, getting to his feet. Hawke was taken aback.

"What's the matter?" she asked confused, a little hurt by his reaction.

"You're always treating me like a child!" he admonished.

"I'm not!" Hawke shouted back.

"Yes, you are!" he countered. "What gives you the right to make decisions for us all?"

"Oh here we go again! I'm sick and tired of this 'second child act' Carver. It's my job to look after you all." Hawke replied.

"Who made you Queen?"

"No one, but someone's got to save you from your own stupidity."

Carver snorted. "So that means you get all the glory and I'm supposed to sit back and play the helpless child?"

"That's not what I meant" Hawke said, cursing her ill-timed joke. "And what glory? What could possibly be glorious about this, brother?" She gestured with her arms to the falling down shack that was Uncle Gamlen's.

"You know what I'm talking about, Sister. You're the only one who gets to make a name for yourself meanwhile I'm stuck here looking after our grieving Mother all day after you let Bethany die!"

Hawke flinched as though she had been slapped in the face. "How-How dare you!" she exclaimed, now suddenly very close to tears. "I've gave everything for this family! For Bethany!"

"Well it wasn't enough!" Carver screamed maniacally, getting in her face. "You were supposed to protect her and you didn't! She's dead because of you!"

A tear fell down Hawke's face. She stared at her brother as though she was seeing who he was for the first time. She shook her head in disbelief and walked toward the door. There was no way she was going to cry in front of him. It was clearly what he wanted.

"Sister, wait!" Carver called after her regretfully. She heard him walk towards her and paused, her hand resting on the door knob. "I'm sorry" Carver said earnestly. "It's just...this place...Everything's so messed up and...I miss her."

Hawke sniffed. "I miss her too..."

She pulled open the door and walked out into the lashing rain, slamming it behind her.

"BETHANY?"

Hawke jumped out of her dream at the sound of a door slamming. She was soaked in sweat, breathing rather heavily as though having ran from Rivain to Tevinter and back again. Isabela was standing beside the bed, tying up the strings on her corset.

"She's gone up on deck, Sweetness," the pirate said, staring at Lana concerned, "You were out like a light so I didn't want to wake you. What's the matter?"

Hawke exhaled loudly then flung herself back down on the bed again, balancing a hand on her hot forehead.

"Nothing," she breathed, feeling rather stupid. "Weird dream, that's all."

Isabela tied her corset quickly then sat down on the bed beside her, rubbing Lana's leg through the woollen blanket. Hawke took a deep breath and tried to recount the details of her dream.

"Wow, was your brother really that much of an asshole?" Isabela asked, looking at Lana strangely. Hawke snorted.

"Sometimes," she admitted, "I did used to rile him up though. Annoying him was one of my favourite pastimes."

Isabela giggled.

"Well, no offence to him, but I'm glad his and Bethany's places weren't reversed like that dream."

Lana looked sad then. "I guess I'm not either...Maker, ugh, that's such a terrible thing to say!" she scolded herself, ashamed of even having thought it. "I'd rather have them both back if I could. Bethany and I were always close though. Carver and I had something of a sibling rivalry. It grated on my nerves at times. That's exactly what he would have been like had he made it to Kirkwall in Bethany's stead...He would have blamed me for her death. It would have been one more thing to add to the list of why he should have been head of the family and not me. He and Mother would have driven me into an early grave, Bela."

"Sshhh," Isabela hushed, pulling Lana up by the arms and wrapping her arms around her. Hawke rested her head on Isabela's shoulder, glad to find the incidents in her dreams fading the more she thought about them. Trying to hold onto them was like trying to keep running water in cupped hands: virtually impossible.

"Sorry, I'm being silly. This is all hypothetical anyway," Lana said, breathing in Isabela's scent and feeling calmer already, "My brother's gone and he's never coming back...All he wanted was to make something of himself in this world. I admired him in a lot of ways, you know, when he wasn't annoying me. I'd never have told him that though. His head was big enough already."

Isabela smiled and pulled back, taking Lana's face in her hands and staring into her wet, chocolate-brown eyes. "I know you've lost a lot, Sweetness. We both have...But I'm your family now. Your sister and I, we're proud of you. I'm sure your jealous brother would have been too...And if not I would have beaten him in a duel already to take him and his ego down a few pegs."

Hawke giggled. They stared at each other for several seconds.

"That... thing you said about family," Lana whispered then, "Did you mean it?"

Isabela gave her a little smile and stroked Hawke's cheek. "I did," she said sincerely, "I'm not going to make any more mistakes where you're concerned, Sweet Thing. I know I almost lost you to Leliana because of the way I acted. I have no idea what I would have done if me chasing after you in the woods hadn't worked."

"Stole another Qunari relic maybe?" Hawke teased.

"Andraste's Ass, can people stop bring that up at every opportunity? Maker, I thought we were having a moment here," Isabela complained. Lana sniggered.

"We are," she said nodding, "Sorry...Continue."

Isabela sighed. "Forget it, the moment's gone..."

"Shame...But, now that I've got you here," Hawke continued, giving her a quick peck on the lips, "There's something I need to talk to you about...Something Alistair asked of me last night."

"For a threesome?"

Hawke gave Isabela a look. "Erase it from your memory, Bela. . !"

The pirate laughed. "Sorry, my mind wanders sometimes...What was this wonderful request then? You know that anything else now is just going to be dull in comparison though right?"

Lana rolled her eyes before telling the Rivaini everything that she and the King of Ferelden had talked about last night. By the time she had finished, Isabela's jaw was almost on the floor.

"The Landsmeet!?" she blurted out in disbelief.

Hawke nodded uncertainly, looking rather sceptical. "Yes," she said nervously, "Thoughts?"

Isabela took a deep breath.

"Maker, where in all of Thedas do I start?"