Anora stared at her parents in horror realising now why they had stayed up all night. She heard Jayden's sharp breath beside her and felt his tremble. "But …"

Celia reached for her children. "Please my darlings I just wanted a beautiful day with you all."

Jayden pressed against her feeling her heart pound. "It's alright mom." He gently wiped the tear sliding down her cheek; his eyes widening as he seemed to feel the weariness invade her, it felt like a ripple moving through her skin. "Mom!"

"Oh my darling." She whispered.

Time seemed to slow as Anora saw her mother collapse; she rushed forward grabbing her, even as her father cradled Celia in his arms.

"We need Tyris and Serin." Loghain gasped.

Jayden felt panic slam into him; he had to do something, he couldn't just stand there helplessly. "I'll go." He raced from the hall; his heart pounding furiously. He darted through the gates; terror giving him swiftness he had never known. He skidded on the ice by the building the healers were based in; catching himself on the door handle and righting himself. He pushed open the heavy door; every man and woman stopping what they were doing and turning to him. He ran in and clutched Tyris ignoring their concerned stares. "Enchanter Tyris my mom needs you, now!"

Tyris grabbed his pack and Serin joined him.

Jayden practically dragged them back to the estate; he didn't ask if they had a cure, he was too afraid of their answer and he wasn't yet ready to admit that there would be no saving his mother. Instead he gave them a piercing look; his words a demand. "You can make it not hurt right?"

Tyris nodded. "Yes Jayden, we can make sure it doesn't hurt."

xXx

Celia gritted her teeth against the fever and pain that coursed through her limbs as though they were being crushed. One moment her body felt like a furnace, waves of heat burning through her muscles turning just as quickly to ice that left her teeth chattering. She became aware of a tepid cloth being dabbed to her forehead.

Eleanor winced at the wracking cough that left Celia struggling to breath.

"Thank you ... for … being here."

Eleanor gently clasped her hand unusually lost for words; everything she thought to say seemed so ridiculous in the wake of the unfolding tragedy.

Tyris entered moments later clutching a cup with liquid of a rich plum colour.

Celia believed his promise that it would ease the pain; it was warm, sweet and soothed her throat and lungs, calming the fever and easing the bone deep crushing pain that throbbed mercilessly. Closing her eyes Celia drifted; the tonic coaxing her into a restful sleep.

Eleanor glanced up as Loghain returned to the room; his face pale and drawn, locking his gaze with Tyris before the mage slipped from the room. He had been speaking to Serin and she realised the news was not good. She rose and moved passed him as he retook his place. She hesitated hearing his soft whispers to the Maker before she quietly left the room, tears burning her eyes.

xXx

Anora paced the Great Hall in quick furious steps; ignoring Cailan, Fergus and Nathaniel's anxious gazes. "They should have told us!" She sucked in a sharp breath as her grandfather's hand came to rest on her shoulder.

"What would you have done yesterday if your parents had told you the vial was empty?"

Anora stilled and bowed her head.

Aelfraud gently wrapped his arms around his granddaughter and held her close as she shuddered in his arms, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"How did you manage it grandpa?"

"Manage what my darling?"

"Staying so … so calm yesterday."

Sighing; Aelfraud pressed his lips to the top of her head. "I didn't know Anora." He saw the disbelief in her eyes as her head snapped up to look at him.

"But … but …"

Gently cupping her cheek Aelfraud gave a sad smile. "My darling; do you think her children are the only ones your mother has been trying to protect?"

Swallowing painfully Anora took a calming breath; her urge to yell at her parents gone. "We really have run out of time haven't we Grandpa?"

Ice seemed to fill his veins and Aelfraud knew his voice was trembling. "I fear so my darling."

xXx

Jayden paced restlessly; his father had told him to be patient and he could see his mother soon, but when he saw servants moving back and forth and Tyris and Serin sending for more herbs he knew it would be some time before he would see her. He felt his chest constrict and he rushed outside for some fresh air, gulping painfully as he pressed against the cold wall. Biting his lip he moved to the gate startled to see Cauthrien; he knew she wasn't on shift. The guards were talking quietly and fearfully for the health of their Teyrna. Jayden swallowed painfully feeling the panic rising again. He moved swiftly to the guards. "I'm going to the Alienage." He stated moving past them.

Cauthrien looked at him startled before moving to his side. "Jayden …"

"They won't let me see mom and I'm going crazy in there. I feel like I can't breathe, I … I need to do something." I need to see Lyra.

Cauthrien nodded to the guards and remained at his side as they moved down to the Alienage. She thought about when her uncle had died and then her aunt, the people trying so hard to be kind and say the right thing, she had only wished they would all be quiet. She gently placed a hand on Jayden's shoulder and hoped it would be enough. "I will remain here for you." She stated as they reached the gates.

Jayden nodded and raced through the Alienage; knocking impatiently on Lyra's door, panic rising in his chest when there was no answer until he was pounding on the door with his fists.

"Jay!" Lyra gasped; racing up to him from the direction of Rathnal's house.

Jayden turned sharply; burying his face in her hair as her arms wrapped around his waist.

Lyra held him; running her fingers gently through his hair. Slowly she pulled back just enough to see his face. "Jay is your mom … is she …"

"Mom took the last drop the day before yesterday Lyra! By the time we got home this morning she collapsed. She never told anyone but dad and maybe Enchanter Tyris and Master Serin; they are with her now, but they won't let me see her yet!" He gave an anguished sob; pulling away and wiping at the tears, furious with himself.

Lyra caught his wrists and held them firmly. "Stop! You'll hurt yourself."

"What does that matter? My mom is dying Lyra!" I bought her time with my soul and it means nothing.

"Jay you did everything you could!"

"It wasn't enough!"

"I bet your mom doesn't think that. Jay you went looking for a Witch of the Wilds for your mom! You gave her time she would never have had! I know you don't think it's enough; but I know your mom has cherished every moment, she told me so herself yesterday." Lyra smiled at his startled expression and clasped his hand. "Come with me." They walked through the snow to the Vhenadahl and Lyra showed him the tiny blue flower that was growing at its base; protected by the tree's vast branches, he knew the flower was special to those within the Alienage because it only ever grew at the Vhenadahl. "I get to have the first one this year." She carefully picked the bloom. "I'm giving it to you to give to your mom from us; from me and you." She clarified with a shy smile.

Jayden stared at the tiny flower; its pale blue petals were in the shape of a star, a slight hint of pink nestled at the base of each petal. "Mom will love it." Jayden leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Lyra impulsively hugged him. "Do you think one day we might actually get to kiss? Properly I mean?" She felt him tense and pulled back slightly seeing the surprise on his face and realised she had spoken aloud, her cheeks turning crimson. "Jay I'm sorry I … I didn't mean to say that; please I'm sorry."

Jayden thought of what his mother had said to him on the beach and had a feeling she wouldn't mind him having just a little moment with Lyra.

Lyra felt her breath catch as he gave her the most startling smile she had ever seen; worrying at her lower lip as he gently cupped her cheek.

"One day Lyra I'm going to ask you to marry me; so yes, I think there will be lots of kissing."

Lyra's eyes widened; her mouth opening without sound, quite sure her heart was going to burst from her chest, wondering if he had actually just said what she thought he had.

"That has to be a first." He murmured softly. "You're never speechless." Jayden glanced down at the flower in his hand gleaming in the sunlight like a tiny star; he trembled slightly, before he steeled himself. "Whatever happens …"

Lyra moved a step closer and clasped his free hand. "Whatever happens I am here for you, always."

xXx

Loghain leaned into his wife's touch as she woke; raising a shaking hand to his cheek. "My love." He whispered.

"Loghain."

His heart ached at her look of love and utter devotion; his eyes closed, his breath almost choking him. "I have failed you so many times." He bowed his head tears slipping down his cheeks. "But my worst failure is now. I do not deserve your forgiveness; but I beg you for it."

With what little strength she had; Celia grasped his hand. "You have not failed me. You did everything you could. Perhaps our extended time was cruel for you; but I would not trade it. I have the most beautiful memories to carry me to the Makers side and I hope those same memories will ease the pain of my passing."

"I cannot imagine my life without you." He whispered.

Gently squeezing his hand Celia smiled. "I will always be with you."

Pressing a soft kiss to the palm of her hand Loghain eased onto the bed and gently held her; whispering his love until she sank into sleep in his arms.

xXx

By the time he returned to the estate Jayden was feeling sick to his stomach; trying frantically to think of something they had missed. "There must be something else Cauthrien!"

Cauthrien felt her knees turn weak at his pleading look. "I …" She hesitated as she noticed Nathaniel cross the courtyard towards them.

"Jay where have you been? Anora is worried sick!"

Jayden winced; he knew better than to leave the estate unannounced, but he hadn't exactly been thinking of protocol.

Cauthrien took a step forward. "I escorted Master Jayden to the Alienage Lord Howe and the guards were notified."

Nathaniel sighed. "It's chaos in there I would imagine the message was just waylaid. Well come on Jay we better go calm your sister."

Jayden turned and gave Cauthrien a gentle hug. "Please don't go far." He whispered.

Cauthrien glanced to him startled and then nodded. "I will remain at the Gate House should you have need of me."

Jayden allowed Nathaniel to guide him inside; but he froze at the doors to the Great Hall, the families offering comfort to Anora and Aelfraud. "Don't make me go in there Nate, please."

Nathaniel glanced to him startled. "Jay everyone just wants to offer you support." He frowned as Jayden shook his head.

"No; they know mom is dying and they don't know what to do, so they say stuff that doesn't mean anything, like it will be alright. How can it ever be alright?" He turned to Nathaniel eyes bright with tears. "I won't leave Nate; just don't make me go in there."

Before Nathaniel could answer he saw Anora rushing towards them.

"Where have you been?" She gasped; gripping hold of Jayden's shoulders, only loosening her grip slightly when he gave a startled yelp of pain.

"I felt like I was choking in here Anora and no-one would let me see mom! I didn't think; I'm sorry."

Anora sighed and pressed her forehead against his. "I can't lose you." She whispered her voice shaking.

Jayden gently wrapped his arms around her neck. "You won't ever lose me Anora." He bit his lip to stop himself from making any noise when Anora hugged him so tightly it hurt, not wanting her to let go.

Anora loosened her hold and straightened only when she saw her father coming towards them, his face pale and shrouded with grief.

"Your mother wishes to see you Anora." Loghain swallowed trying to stop the shaking of his voice. He turned to Jayden as she hurried towards the stairs, moving to his son and wrapping his arms around him.

Jayden closed his eyes and pressed himself hard against his father's chest. "I want to wake up and just be having a bad dream." He whispered.

Pulling him tighter Loghain swallowed the grief constricting his throat. "I want that too."

xXx

Celia smiled as Anora hurried into the room and sank onto the chair clasping her hand.

"Mom I …"

"You are so beautiful." Celia whispered. "The day you were born I held you in my arms and wondered what I had done to deserve something so perfect."

Tears slipping down her cheeks Anora sniffed and smiled. "Well given the stories you and grandpa told us last night I doubt you thought that for very long."

Celia smiled and cupped her daughter's cheek. "I have never stopped thinking that. You have become a beautiful; strong, independent young woman and you will do Ferelden proud as her Queen. I am so sorry I will not be here for you, but should you need support look to Eleanor. She will guide you in any way she can. Trust her Anora; as I always have."

Anora nodded wiping away her tears. "I will, I promise."

Celia smiled. "I would ask you to promise me something else."

"Anything."

"Look after your brother; he will need you Anora more than ever. Remind him every day how much he is loved and that he did all he could." Celia frowned. "Do not let him blame himself Anora; I have tried to make him understand …"

"Of course I will." Anora stated gently.

Celia drew in a long breath. "I have one more thing to ask of you and I ask this of you as Ferelden's future Queen."

Anora looked at her mother curiously. "What would you ask of me?"

"When Jayden comes of age I want you to promise me you will allow him to marry whoever he chooses, no matter who she is. Give him the gift I could not give you."

Anora gazed at her mother uneasily. "Mom when you say whoever; I'm assuming you mean whoever from the nobility?"

Celia shook her head. "No Anora; I mean whoever he loves. As Ferelden's Queen I know you will find a way to grant him that."

Anora hesitated; worrying at her lip. "This could be … interesting."

Celia chuckled softly. "Given the nature of your brother; I would imagine it will be. Now I have something for you." Celia handed Anora a small velvet pouch.

Anora glanced to her mother and took the pouch, gently shaking the necklace onto her palm. "Mom this is yours."

"And now my darling it is yours, put it on."

Anora carefully put the necklace on; startled as the sapphire gleamed for a moment sending a flush of warmth into her body. "What … what was that?"

"That my darling is my gift to you. Wear it always and it will serve you well."

Anora leaned over and pressed a kiss to her mother's cheek. "Thank you."

They talked for a little longer before exhaustion claimed Celia and when she woke again her father was at her side.

Aelfraud smiled gently and patted her hand; speaking softly as he ensured she know how much she was loved.

xXx

Cailan couldn't keep his eyes from Anora; her pacing was exhausting him. He had offered her support and while she had thanked him he could tell he was not who she wanted. It gave him surprisingly little comfort that she seemed to react the same way to Nathaniel and indeed to Fergus. He just wanted someone to be able to offer her what she needed. He relaxed a little as Eleanor returned to the Hall and Anora moved immediately to her side, the two women leaving moments later.

"Sometimes women need the support of other women." Maric stated softly; moving to his son's side. "Do not take it personally."

Cailan nodded and glanced to Nathaniel seeing the barely disguised longing in his eyes that he imagined mirrored his own; wanting to do whatever would comfort her. Their eyes met and he saw Nathaniel swallow painfully before looking away. He felt a moment of sadness as he saw the guilt in Nathaniel's eyes and sighed wondering at the cruelty of fate that had led them both to love the same woman.

xXx

Jayden sat on the edge of the bed having finally been allowed to see his mother. He had been warned he couldn't stay long as Tyris and Serin needed time with her. He inched closer and took his mothers hand placing the tiny flower onto her palm. "Lyra gave it to me." He glanced to his mother with a shy smile. "She said to tell you it's from both of us."

Celia smiled and gazed at the flower. "It's beautiful."

Jayden nipped at his lower lip. "I told Lyra I was going to ask her to marry me some day."

Raising an eyebrow Celia reached over and clasped her sons hand. "And what did she say?"

"Nothing." He grinned. "Speechless for the first time ever!"

Laughing gently Celia squeezed his hand. "Don't ever change; no matter what you face. Don't ever lose that spark of mischief within you."

Jayden gave a cheeky grin. "Don't worry mom; I'll always harass the Chantry with too many questions and annoy other nobles and get involved in things I probably shouldn't."

Celia shook her head and smiled as he snuggled against her. "That's my boy."

xXx

Anora winced in pain as the needle pierced her finger, a drop of blood sinking into the thread of her embroidery. She flung it down in disgust. Eleanor had gone to get them some tea and without her calming influence Anora had fallen into miserable anxiety. She jumped sharply as Oriana's hand rested gently on her shoulder.

"May I sit with you? Eleanor has been summoned to your mother."

Anora nodded; watching as the young Antivan settled in a seat opposite her.

"I have found on occasion that such pursuits as embroidery lead to the increase of frustration rather than the lack of it. Would like to join me for a walk, along the coast perhaps?"

"I … I really shouldn't leave. My mother may need me."

Oriana nodded in understanding. "Then perhaps you would be willing to walk with me in the garden."

Anora hesitated, but realised what Oriana was trying to do and gave a slight smile. "Yes; of course."

Fergus watched his wife coax Anora into the garden the two chatting quietly. He had barely been able to get a word out of his friend and had hope his wife would have more success. Oriana had many gifts; one of which was seeing the light in even the darkest moment and being able to help others see it. He eased away and left the women to it.

xXx

Jayden leaned against a tree and gazed out across the waves. He found himself in a state of agitation and he was exhausted from being awake all night. It had taken the twins and Alistair over an hour to persuade him to leave the estate. He kept glancing to the runestone every few minutes fearful he would miss a member of his family trying to contact him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath willing himself to calm. He imagined his mother healthy; desperately willing it to be true. He turned to Ellowyn as she clasped his hand; glancing to Aedan and Alistair who were by the water's edge, Kolby darting around them. Their glances told him Ellowyn had made them go.

"Jay talk to me."

"I don't want to lose my mom Ell."

Ellowyn worried at her lip. "I do not understand the Maker sometimes. He seems to take the nice people far too soon. Maybe he needs your mom at his side."

Jayden swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "She's my mom; I need her more than the Maker does!" He gave a dismal sniff and turned away from her as the tears burned his eyes.

"It's alright to cry." Ellowyn soothed softly. "I won't tell anyone. Promise."

Jayden glanced to her startled.

Ellowyn tugged him to sit down with her, never letting go of his hand as tears silently slipped down his cheeks.

Jayden wiped his eyes quickly as Aedan and Alistair moved up the bank and settled next to them. He was startled by the compassion in Aedan's eyes.

"Tell us what we can do Jay and we'll do it?" Aedan stated softly.

Jayden lowered his head. "I don't know; I can't think of anywhere else, or anyone else who might be able to help and even if I could I don't know if there would be time." He winced at the sudden throb just above his temples. "My head feels like straw."

"Well you were up all night." Alistair stated gently as he stroked Kolby's ears.

Jayden suddenly got to his feet. "I'm sorry; but I really just want to be near mom."

Aedan nodded and gave a warm smile. "Let's get back then."

xXx

Anora gazed around her anxiously; Serin and Tyris were attending to her mother and had sent them all from the room so they had come down to the Great Hall. Her father was standing with Maric and Rendon his agitation making him twitch. Bryce was at Aelfraud's side speaking softly to the older man. She turned as she felt Eleanor's hand on her shoulder, suddenly becoming aware of Cailan and Nathaniel's concerned gaze upon her. They all turned as Tyris and Serin entered their faces pale.

Jayden and the others had just returned and hesitated in the corridor afraid to enter the room and interrupt; listening intently.

"There is nothing more we can do." Serin stated softly.

"She is comfortable." Tyris stated quickly. "She will feel no more pain."

"Mother Sarah is with her." Serin added quietly.

Alistair turned to Jayden seeing the colour drain from his face. He heard Loghain demanding there must be more they could do and Anora pleading that they not give up. "Jay I …" He wanted to say something; anything to take the pain from his friend, but there was nothing anyone could say.

"I have to see mom." Jayden whispered; moving away from them and running for the stairs.

Ellowyn swallowed the lump in her throat turning to Aedan and Alistair. "I thought … I mean I never thought she was actually going to die. She … she didn't look sick at all and I thought they would find some way to help her."

Aedan gently pulled his sister into a hug; grateful when Alistair pressed against her back the pair doing their best to comfort her. "We have to be there for Jay; whatever happens."

Ellowyn buried her face against her brother's shoulder. "Teyrna Celia has always been so nice to me." She wept.

Alistair hugged her tighter glancing to Aedan.

Aedan swallowed painfully; thinking that she had been kind to him even when he was behaving so awfully towards Jayden. "Maybe there are just some people who are always kind."

They finally moved quietly into the Hall and settled in a corner trying not to be noticed to give Jayden more time. Kolby tucked against the three of them; his head on Alistair's knee, watching the doorway for Jayden to return.

xXx

Mother Sarah gently patted Celia's hand. "May Andraste guide you to the Makers light." She whispered softly; gently squeezing Jayden's shoulder before she left the room.

Celia slowly reached out and clasped her son's hand. "I love you so much."

Jayden carefully brought her hand to his heart. "Mom please don't give up; please stay, please get better."

"I wish I could my darling; but instead I must ask you to be brave. I want you to remember everything we did together and when I am gone and in those times you feel sad; I want you to pick a memory that makes you smile and let yourself smile." Celia glanced to her son and pulled him closer. "Promise me."

Jayden met her gaze and nodded. "I promise."

Celia relaxed slightly and smiled. "Now I need to know something; I need to know what you gave to Flemeth for that potion."

Jayden's eyes widened. "I … I told you … I gave her coin and a crystal."

Cupping his jaw Celia gently ran her thumb over his cheek. "But that was not all was it my darling?"

Jayden stood pinned by her gaze his throat constricting painfully. "I … I …"

"Nothing will make me love you any less."

"This will." He whimpered.

"Tell me my darling; please."

Jayden had been in awe of the magic he had felt from Flemeth; but it was nothing in comparison to what he felt now, gazing into his mother's eyes he felt a love that had no end, it seemed to wrap around him and pull him close. His throat constricted around the words that he forced out regardless; because there was nothing he could deny his mother, not even this. "Three drops of my blood."

Celia smiled. "There now; don't you feel better for having said it?"

Jayden stared at her stunned. "You knew and … and you're not angry?!"

"I suspected; particularly after Wynne's outburst and I doubt the Maker will take offence over three drops of your own blood given in love for another." She squeezed his hand gently. "I am so very grateful for the time you have given me. I will always be with you Jayden, I will always watch over you."

Jayden's heart felt lighter than it had in months. "You really aren't angry with me?"

"No my darling; if it is possible I love you more."

Jayden felt his heart swell with love before his anxiety spiked as her eyes closed. "Mom!"

Celia forced her eyes to open at the panic in her son's voice. "I feel no pain Jayden. It will be like falling asleep."

"I don't want you to sleep yet." He pleaded.

"I love you all so very much." Celia closed her eyes sinking back into the pillow a deep weariness pulling on her limbs. She felt Jayden's grip on her hand tighten; he was saying something, but the words were a mystery to her. She felt herself sinking; and let out a soft breath as she was surrounded by light; the most beautiful singing seemed to call to her, the weakness lifting as warmth seemed to flow through her. Celia felt Jayden clutch at her and she wanted to tell him how beautiful it was; but she was floating and her body, the room and Gwaren had slipped beyond her reach.

Jayden tried to speak but there was no sound; her hand was limp in his, her head turned to one side on the pillow. Trembling he held her hand to his heart, tears spilling down his cheeks. Jayden stared at his mother and realised with heart breaking clarity that she was gone, that he would never again hear her voice, never feel her arms around him. Never feel her lips on his forehead as she bade him goodnight; or her gentle touch as she dealt with his scrapes and scratches. Her laughter; her smile and her beauty would now live only in memories. He glanced to the door; but he couldn't make himself move, he couldn't bear to leave her alone. He choked back his tears and leaned over and gently kissed her cheek; before he carefully climbed onto the bed and gently stroked her hair, each breath choked by a sob. He curled against her willing that this was a dream, or that she was just sleeping. Jayden fell into a deep slumber as shock, grief and exhaustion took their toll.

xXx

Anora; frustrated with Serin and Tyris, slipped out of the Hall and moved quickly up the stairs and quietly entered her mother's room. For a moment she thought Jayden and her mother were sleeping; her smile fading as she took a step closer realising that her mother drew no breath. Anora's hand fluttered to her chest. She stood frozen before she finally sank to her knees. "Mom I …" Too choked to speak Anora could only gaze at her mother trying desperately not to break down. She wasn't sure how long she had been kneeling on the floor when the door opened; but her knees were aching. She glanced up; tears sweeping down her cheeks at the look on her father's face.

Loghain felt as though his limbs had turned to stone wondering if he was even capable of movement. He took a stumbling step forward grasping onto the chest of drawers to prevent himself from collapsing. He wondered if the strange noise he heard was from his own lips and then Anora was at his side, tears silently streaming down her face as she clung to him as she had as a child when she had hurt herself wanting him to make everything better. He couldn't speak; his throat constricted so tightly he wondered if he would choke. In a haze he suddenly found himself kneeling by the bed, Celia's hand in his own as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Finally his eyes took in Jayden; his face exhausted even in sleep, his cheeks flushed as though he had a fever. "He can't wake up to this." Loghain rasped painfully. "We need to tell him gently." It was then he became aware of Aelfraud's hand on his shoulder, staring up into grief stricken eyes. "Aelfraud; Maker forgive me I never meant to fail her." He choked, bowing his head as tears fell.

Aelfraud gripped his shoulder unable to speak his own grief overwhelming him. He shuddered; tears blinding his vision, his beautiful daughter was gone. Oh my poor darling; I am so sorry.

xXx

Nathaniel felt his anxiety increasing. He remembered well going to see his mother knowing she was going to die, the light almost gone from her eyes. He glanced to the fire taking a steadying breath. He had to be strong; he couldn't allow himself to fall into moments that tormented him. Anora needed him to be there for her, not a wreck from his own grief stricken past. "I need some air." He murmured to Delilah as he almost lurched from the room. He hesitated in the corridor frowning as he heard a wretched sob. His chest tightened; his throat constricting. "Anora." Slowly he moved up the stairs to Celia's room; his mind screaming to run, but Anora needed him, he knew it. He moved silently into the room and saw the devastated family and for one awful moment he thought something had happened to Jayden too, he lay so still, then he saw his chest rise and Anora was suddenly pressed so tightly to him he almost struggled to breathe. He had no words, hoping that his touch alone would somehow bring her comfort.

Anora sniffed painfully and pulled back slightly. "We can't let Jayden wake to this Nate; please help me."

Throat aching with his own grief Nathaniel nodded and gently cradled Jayden into his arms fearful of waking him, but the boy was exhausted and he carried him easily to his own room.

Anora carefully took off her brother's boots sobbing quietly, her hands shaking.

Nathaniel tucked him gently into bed. "I am so sorry Jayden." He whispered. Turning to Anora he clasped her hand and gently pulled her from the room; her face was ghastly pale and she was trembling violently. "Anora …"

"I … Maker Nate please tell me this isn't real!"

Nathaniel held her tight to him. "Anora I wish I could, truly I do."

Anora forced back her tears; locked her grief inside and wiped her eyes. "There are things that must be done." She whispered weakly.

Nathaniel led her to the Hall; neither Loghain or Aelfraud were there and it was Anora who broke the news to them, her voice choked. He moved back as Cailan moved to Anora gently pulling her into his arms.

"I am so sorry Anora." Cailan whispered.

Anora shuddered in his arms. "I don't want her to be gone." She wept.

Cailan reluctantly let go as Eleanor moved to Anora's side; his gaze following them as they left the hall to have a few moments alone.

Delilah moved closer to Nathaniel; she was glad they had left as she didn't want Anora to see the tears in her eyes. The grief rose up within her, a grief she had never truly healed from of the passing of her own mother. She sought her brother because he understood; the wound was still raw in his own heart. The two moved into the garden despite the chill, needing a moment of semi-privacy. Delilah accepted her brothers embrace and it was as though they were in those moments again when her mother's laboured breath seemed to rattle around the Keep before it became silent. Delilah dabbed delicately at her tears. "Maker's breath I should not be the one crying."

"It's hardly surprising this brings up painful memories'"

Delilah sighed and gently squeezed this hand knowing how difficult it must be for him to restrain the level of comfort he wanted to extend to Anora. She shivered and silently prayed that her father would put aside his political ambition in the wake of the family's tragedy.

xXx

Eleanor gently held Anora allowing her a moment to do whatever she needed.

Anora broke down, sobbing painfully until her eyes were raw and her voice little more than a croak.

When she finally calmed Eleanor gently clasped her arms and moved back slightly. "We will do what needs to be done together, yes?"

Anora nodded, but she struggled to maintain her composure as servants came to her for direction. She was grateful that somehow Eleanor managed to remain calm and efficient for everyone's sakes as the household fell into a stunned state of grief. She was patient with the servants who openly grieved before forcing themselves to do their duty and make preparations to attend to their Teyrna and her grief stricken family. She even managed to coax Aelfraud into the adjacent room; Bryce himself attending to the older man. Anora would always be grateful for Eleanor's presence, for her soothing embrace and her calm and gentle command.

Cailan checked in on Jayden; leaving quietly when he was sure he was still asleep. While Anora had accepted his embrace when she had returned to the Hall it had been short and he knew it was because she feared she would break down. He knew he should go straight back; but instead he sank onto a seat in the corridor and gave himself one moment to acknowledge the pain in his heart of the loss of his own mother. He wanted more than anything to shield Anora and Jayden from that pain; determined to give them whatever they needed to get through this day and the days ahead.

Loghain remained at Celia's side in a guilt and grief fueled silence barely aware of the movement in the room which suddenly ceased as he was allowed a private moment to grieve for his wife. Their borrowed time had run out and Loghain was left with sorrow and regret.

xXx

Jayden woke with a start; his heart pounding painfully telling him something was wrong. He glanced around startled to realise he was in his own bed. A rush of relief swept through him; his mother dying had been a dream. He flung the covers back desperate to reassure himself; none of his previous dreams had seemed quite so real. He pulled on his boots that had been laid neatly at the side of the bed. He frowned slightly; he always put them under the bed. As he left his room he thought he heard muffled crying; he broke into a run, panic making him stumble, knocking his arm against the wall hard enough to bruise. He hesitated outside of his mother's room; his hands trembling as he gently pushed against the door. Jayden felt as though he was in a dream; every movement seeming to take an eternity, staring at his mother lying just as he remembered. His father was kneeling on the floor; lips pressing to her palm. It had not been a dream; his mother was gone and the truth of it stabbed brutally into his heart. He wanted to go to his father; wanted to hold his mother's hand and have her open her eyes, he wanted them to have found a cure, but it was too late. He stared at the finger where Flemeth had drawn those three drops and wondered if he had given more would his mother would still be alive. He felt tears burn his eyes; but the burn of failure was worse, it seemed to scorch his body like fire. He wanted to fall into a heap and sob; but suddenly the walls were constricting around him, soft sobs and whispers seemed to roar in his ears and he wanted to flee from the painful reality of the body on the bed. Jayden backed away and ran. He fled down the corridor his feet barely touching the steps, sprinting towards the main gate. Lungs bursting for air he thought he heard someone calling his name. He quickened his steps disappearing into the network of streets until finally he reached the beach. He pounded across the sand; desperate choked breaths ignored as he kept running before collapsing. Sobbing painfully he pulled his legs tight to his chest wrapping his arms around them as he buried his face against his knees.

xXx

Cailan hesitated; he had seen Jayden back away from his mother's room and had gone after him surprised by how fast Jayden was, he had barely been able to keep up with him. He had called out to him, but he wasn't sure Jayden had even heard him. He glanced to Cauthrien who had joined him, startled when Jayden had raced passed the Gate House. "Let me go to him."

Cauthrien nodded, pulling her cloak tighter around her to ward off the chill.

Cailan cautiously approached the sobbing boy; his boots sinking into the deep sand, grateful this part of the beach at least was free of snow, it was cold enough.

Jayden glanced up startled as Cailan sat next to him. He had thought he had wanted to be alone; but the young prince was a welcome sight, perhaps because he had lost his own mother, or perhaps because since he had been there for him after the Orlesian ship, he associated Cailan with safety and comfort.

Cailan gently draped his arm over the younger boy's shoulders, relieved as Jayden snuggled against him. "Nothing I can say will make it any better Jay; but I am here for you." He closed his eyes as he felt Jayden shudder against him knowing he was sobbing silently. He hugged him tightly, every now and again punctuating the silence with promises that he would always be there for him.

Jayden remained silent; too afraid that if he opened his mouth all that would come out would be the terrible scream he felt clawing at his throat. He pushed it down; shaking painfully in Cailan's arms. He was startled when Cauthrien joined them a while later wrapping her cloak around the now shivering pair. Jayden closed his eyes as Cauthrien gently ran her fingers soothingly through his hair; soaking in the heat of her body, wondering how he could still be shaking.

"We need to get him back." Cauthrien stated softly.

Cailan nodded; despite their combined body heat Jayden felt like ice.

xXx

The estate seemed silent when Cailan and Cauthrien finally persuaded Jayden to return with them. They stepped back as Anora raced towards them pulling her brother into her arms.

"Where have you been?" She gasped.

Jayden's lower lip trembled; his voice a painful croak. "I thought it was a dream." He whispered. "When I woke up in bed ... I thought mom dying was just a dream."

Anora paled realizing the truth of what had happened; aware her father, Maric and Nathaniel had frozen on the stairs behind her. She bit her lip tasting blood. "I'm so sorry Jayden; we thought … I'm so sorry." She pulled her brother tight to her and tried to hold back the tears. She glanced to her father, seeing Eleanor and Bryce hesitate at the top of the stairs, the twins and Alistair watching them anxiously. She buried her face in her brother's hair and wept. "I'm so sorry."

Eleanor slipped down the stairs pausing only to rest her hand briefly on Loghain's arm before her arms were wrapped around Anora and Jayden and she was guiding them to the fire in the Great Hall.

Bryce moved to Loghain; only able to move his friend with Maric's help.

Ellowyn; Aedan and Alistair hurried after them wanting to be near Jayden, hovering silently, all three horrified by the awful turn of events.

Anora finally released Jayden and watched as he sat on a footstool gazing at the fire; a blanket now wrapped around him, barely acknowledging the comforting shoulder squeezes, or the presence of his friends. She watched as Ellowyn pulled a stool next to him and sat silently, taking his hand in hers. Aedan and Alistair sat near to them as though their very presence would shield Jayden from his grief.

Delilah saw her father glance at her meaningfully and she deliberately ignored him. This was not the time for his games. She slipped out of the room unable to bear being near such grief. She walked swiftly out into the courtyard taking a gulping breath. Her mind span; she wanted to reach out to him, wanted to be there because she knew what it was to feel this grief, but she couldn't bear that her father would manipulate her compassion. She turned startled as a hand clamped on her shoulder, a tremble moving through her body at her father's furious expression.

"The least you could do is offer the boy some comfort!" Rendon snapped.

Delilah forced herself to meet her father's gaze. "He just lost his mother; this is no time for your games father!"

"You may think yourself better than me with your pretty dresses and your fine tutors; but everything I have done and do is to secure your future!"

Delilah held onto the anger within her to give her courage. "All you care about is the Howe name!" She hissed. "You do not care about Nate; or me, or Thomas. We are just pieces in your game. You do not care about our feelings, or about what we want. Jayden lost his mother today and the only reason you want me anywhere near him is so you can pursue your agenda of our being married. Let it go father, please! This is a grieving family; not game pieces to be manipulated!" Delilah clutched her cheek feeling the raw sting of his hand across her face.

Rendon lowered his face to his daughters. "You will do exactly what I say when I say it, or you will return to the Keep and we shall see how you fare without your grandmother."

Delilah knew her father had no power over her grandmother and she would never allow her to be taken back to the Keep. "Do as you will father; but I will not be party to manipulating Jayden, not now, not ever!"

Rendon scowled fiercely. "Just like your mother; ungrateful little …" The rest of his words remained unsaid as a servant hurried passed. He gave his daughter one last glare and then moved back into the building.

Delilah stood trembling; startled when Ellowyn peeked her head out of the door.

"Delilah?"

Hurriedly she wiped the tears, but not before Ellowyn had moved to her side.

"Delilah are you alright?"

"Yes of course."

Ellowyn gently hugged her bringing her lips to Delilah's ear. "I heard what he said."

Delilah paled. "You mustn't tell anyone!"

Ellowyn pushed her anger back, there would be time for that later. "Come with me and see Jayden; not because of your father, but because you know a part of what he is going through and the rest of us can't get through to him."

"But my father will think he has won."

"Let him. This isn't about your father; this is about Jay."

Delilah's shoulders slumped; but she followed Ellowyn back into the room, grateful her father was nowhere in sight. She settled on a stool beside Jayden and gently took his hands startled by their chill, gently rubbing them. She registered the slightest movement as his hands twitched beneath hers. She wasn't sure if he wanted to pull away; or clutch her hands. She had no idea what to say; everything everyone had said to her when her mother had died had sounded hollow and empty. She glanced to Jayden whose gaze was fixed on the flames. How could she tell him that time would not heal this wound? How could she tell him that every day she missed her mother more? Instead she leaned closer. "Jayden." He didn't acknowledge her; but she continued regardless. "You have people around you who love you. Don't shut them out." She gently squeezed his hands. "Whatever you need we are here." She glanced to Ellowyn who smiled approvingly; but she doubted Jayden had even heard. She moved away as her father returned to the room not wanting to to give fuel to his schemes.

xXx

Loghain's gaze flitted between his children. He wanted to go to them; but he seemed robbed of the ability to move or speak and so he sat in silence, isolated despite the full room as Rendon and Teagan joined them, aware that upstairs others were attending to his wife's body. He suddenly rose regaining the power of movement and strode from the Hall; his footsteps quickening until he was running, his feet slipping on the wet grass as he ran across the garden barely aware of the heavy rain. He sank to his knees beside the rose bushes driving his fists into the sodden earth as though physical pain would ease the tearing of his heart. He glanced upward almost blinded by the rain; a terrifying scream leaving his lips. "Celia!" He cried out; slumping forward, desperately gasping for air as his throat constricted. He turned sharply as a cloak rested on his shoulders and Maric knelt beside him. He closed his eyes and allowed his friends embrace; slumping against him as grief tore at his heart and strangled sobs wrenched from his lips.

xXx

Anora had sat with Jayden in his room; neither speaking until he had finally slumped against her exhausted. She tucked him into bed; glancing up as Alistair peered around the door.

"I um … I thought maybe I could stay with Jay tonight."

Anora nodded pressing a soft kiss to Alistair's forehead as she passed. "Thank you Alistair."

Flushing Alistair nodded; wincing as Kolby climbed up onto the bed. "Kolby!" He hesitated as he watched Kolby creep up the bed, pushing his nose under Jayden's hand and continued creeping up until Jayden's hand was on his back and carefully licked his face.

Jayden shuddered and buried his face in Kolby's fur.

Alistair sat on the edge of the bed his hand resting on Jayden's back wishing he knew what to say.

xXx

Anora walked slowly to her own room; barely noticing as Erlina moved to her side and began brushing her hair. She dismissed her quickly and settled on the bed, grief for her mother leaving her in such a state of agitation she couldn't sleep. She wandered out into the garden startled to see someone standing by one of the trees. "Nate?"

Nathaniel turned; moving to Anora as tears spilled down her cheeks. "Anora I'm here for you, whatever you need."

Anora shuddered; weeping against his chest.

Gently rubbing her back Nathaniel held her close; standing in each other's arms until Anora began shivering with the cold. "Come inside you're freezing." He guided her back to her room; looking at her startled as she kept hold of his hand and pulled him in closing the door behind them.

Anora watched as her fingers gently caressed his cheek and she kissed him before she could talk herself out of it, craving the warmth of his body against hers.

Nathaniel kissed her deeply, drinking in her soft moan. "Anora we …" His words were silenced under the pressure of her lips, her fingers working to unfasten his tunic.

"I need you." She shivered. "I need us."

Nathaniel hesitated only a moment before he pulled off his tunic; cupping her cheeks, kissing her hungrily as she unfastened the laces of his trousers, pushing the material of her dress from her shoulders, his lips trailing across smooth skin. "I love you." He whispered as he guided them back to the bed.

"I love you too."

xXx

The silence of the room seemed to close in on him and Loghain poured himself a whisky holding the glass in both hands staring at the amber liquid. He drank it in one gulp, clutching his chest and coughing painfully. It did little to deter him as he poured a second and then a third. He barely noticed when Maric joined him; until he took the bottle from him and poured them both a drink.

"I am so sorry my friend." Maric stated gently before taking a sip.

Loghain drained the glass and turned throwing it into the fireplace watching the glass shatter. He buried his face in his hands. "How could I have failed her?" He gasped. "I changed!" He gasped. "I made things right between us!" He gave a tortured sob. "Why would she be taken from me?"

Maric felt his throat constrict and he set down his glass moving over to his friend. "Loghain …"

"That Orlesian bastard is punishing me because I killed his sister, but she took my son and they took my son because of the rebellion, a rebellion that only happened because the Orlesians decided to try and conquer us." He looked at Maric in confusion. "Why am I being punished because I protected my homeland; my people, my family?" He gasped out. "Didn't I lose enough then; my mother, my father, my mabari for Maker's sake and then Rowan." He shook his head tears streaming now almost choking him. "Celia never hurt anyone in her life!"

Maric gripped his shoulder feeling his own heart shatter in the face of Loghain's grief. "We will find out where the orders originated and we will hunt them down my friend I swear it and when we are finished Orlais will never threaten us again."

Loghain sank into Maric's embrace and shuddered; any fire he had extinguished. "It will never bring her back." He whispered.

Maric felt a spasm of panic; Loghain reacted to grief with fierce determination, not defeat. "No it won't; but we will make sure no-one else has to suffer this. We will ensure the family that remains to us is safe." He tightened his grip; his eyes seeming to darken in the firelight. "And those we do have in custody will pay for their actions; theirs will be no swift death, that I can assure you my friend."

xXx

Aelfraud glanced to Tolman who had remained with him and was now sleeping on a chair in his room. He had been brought to his room while his daughter's body was being tended to and he had not left. He had closed the door as though it would protect him from the truth. He slowly eased out of bed and moved to the window feeling his chest constrict painfully. He remembered the moment Celia was born; gazing at the beautiful, vulnerable baby in his arms knowing in his whole life he had never known anything so perfect. He remembered her first steps; her first words, the way she would watch him with utter adoration as he carved her animals they had seen when they had walked through the woods. He clutched the cold stone and shuddered as his lungs constricted painfully. He was startled to feel Tolman's arm around his waist guiding him back to bed and then coaxing him to take his tonic. He felt his eyes grow heavy and prayed his sleep would be dreamless.

xXx

Nathaniel lay on his side watching Anora sleep. He glanced up as the sky began to lighten and he knew he had to leave; what had happened between them was dangerous enough, but made more so by Cailan and his father being in rooms in the opposite wing. He gently caressed her face with his thumb, his fingers sinking into golden strands as he gently kissed her.

Anora woke to the softest touch of lips against her own and clung to Nathaniel as though he was a lifeline. "Nate …"

Nathaniel kissed her again; aching as her body moulded against his. "I love you Anora; I would stay here with you forever if I could, but if we are discovered …" Anora pressed her cheek against his chest and he felt the coldness of tears against his skin.

"I know."

Slowly the lovers parted, Nathaniel swiftly pulling on his clothes. He turned as he felt Anora approach him, his eyes drawn to her hands.

"I want you to take this Nate; so that no matter what happens you know I love you."

Nathaniel lowered his head allowing her to place the feather on a leather tie around his neck. She had been wearing it last night and he had mentioned how beautiful it was. He caught her hands and pulled her tight to him; their kiss one of passion and yearning. "I will always love you and should you need me you have but to summon me."

Anora pressed against him. "I need you." She whispered.

Nathaniel sighed and buried his face in her hair.

It was Anora who drew back first. "You should go; I would not have Cailan shamed by our actions."

Nathaniel nodded. "Nor I." He clasped her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "I love you Anora, always."

Anora moved to the door and glanced out ensuring there was no-one there before she kissed Nathaniel one final time and closed the door softly behind him.

Nathaniel leaned against the door for a brief moment; his palm pressed tightly to the wood, his eyes closed before he hurried to his own room.

xXx

Erlina moved to Anora's room bowing her head at the sound of sobbing within. She gently knocked on the door and waited until she was told to enter.

Anora wiped her tears and moved to the dressing table gazing at her reflection startled that she didn't look any different. She was aware of Erlina moving to her side and the sensation of a brush running gently through her hair. Anora worried at her lip. "Erlina I need your help."

"You have it my lady."

"I did something last night; something beautiful and wonderful and terrible and treacherous."

Erlina raised an eyebrow; but waited silently.

"Last night I … I spent the night with Nate."

Erlina continued to slowly brush Anora's hair. "You are concerned should there be a child?"

Anora hung her head. "Maker forgive me but yes. My family would be disgraced and I dare not think of what would happen to Nate and I have done enough to hurt Cailan, but I don't know what to do. I … I have heard there are herbs, but …"

"I will see to it my lady." She saw the tears in Anora's eyes and gently placed her hand on her shoulder. "It is my duty to protect you my lady; in whatever form you need."

Anora clasped Erlina's hand. "Thank you. I swear I will never put any of us in this position again I just …"

"You are grieving and in times of vulnerability the heart will not be denied; trust me, I know."

"You are generous." Tears flooded her eyes and spilled onto her cheeks. "Mom would be so disappointed in me."

Erlina gently squeezed her hand. "I believe my lady that your mother would have understood."

xXx

Gwaren fell into shocked silence when the news began to circulate that Teyrna Celia had returned to the Makers side. Many people gathered at the gates of the estate wishing to pass on consolation; but the guards gently requested they return to their houses and businesses, the family needed time. When the news reached the Alienage; Haren Alok gathered everyone by the Vhenadahl and they prayed Celia was embraced by the Maker's light.

Lyra shifted anxiously from foot to foot desperate to be allowed to go to Jayden's side. Rathnal and Zef were just as anxious and finally they were allowed to accompany Alok to the estate. It seemed unnervingly quiet; the grief a living entity swallowing noise and feeding on the shock and sorrow.

They were shown into the Great Hall and Anora herself took the three children to Jayden's room. Her heart ached as she opened the door to see Jayden on the bed, Kolby tucked against him and Alistair lying awkwardly half on and half off the bed.

The three children eased into the room, Alistair stirring as they moved towards him, his look one of relief. He eased off the bed and Lyra took his place, wrapping her arm around Jayden's waist and lying pressed against his back. The three boys moved to the window whispering softly.

Jayden woke to feel heat pressed to his back, surprised that an arm was around his waist. He slowly turned; careful not to wake Kolby startled to see Lyra gazing at him.

"I'm so sorry Jay." She whispered.

Jayden closed his eyes and buried his face between the pillow and her shoulder, shuddering as he sought to stop himself crying. He felt Lyra's hand move to his back stroking gently; soft kisses pressed to his forehead, her soft whispers seeking to soothe him. He drifted in her arms; nestled against the warmth of her body, he let himself slowly be calmed. The hollow feeling in his gut seemed to be momentarily filled with warmth as Lyra somehow managed to move closer. She had clasped his hands and was holding them tight to her chest, soft kisses pressed to his knuckles. Jayden felt exhaustion grab him and drag him down; his hands clutching Lyra's even as the world around him faded.

Jayden turned sharply startled to find himself on the beach. His sharp intake of breath seemed to flood his lungs with icy air as he saw his mother dipping her toes in the water. She was wearing a dress of pale pink, the material flowing around her in the breeze. "Mom." He felt his heart leap as she turned to him and smiled, holding out her arms and laughing as he ran to her.

"I love you my darling."

Jayden pressed tightly against her; he knew this was a dream, felt it deep within himself, but he clung to it nevertheless, this fragile moment carved from memory and longing. "I love you too mom. I miss you so much." He frowned as the image changed and while he still held onto his mother they were now in the Wilds. Flemeth's eyes seemed to shimmer blue as she looked at him and he felt his mother's hand tighten on his shoulder.

He woke with a jerk realising Lyra was still lying next to him; her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed and it calmed him. He heard soft voices; but felt too tired to focus on them and curling against Lyra he allowed himself to drift once more, his mother's funeral pyre would be being built and he couldn't bear to think of it, for it meant she was truly gone.

xXx

Celia's body had been carefully dressed in white samite; her hair washed, scented and plated to fall at her left side. An amulet of the sword of mercy was around her neck resting on the bodice of her dress just above where her hands were clasped. Silken slippers clothed her feet and surrounding her upon the pyre were hundreds of deep plum coloured rose petals, the only roses that flowered in the winter months. A single rose had been placed between her hands.

Mother Sarah glanced to all those who had gathered to pay respects to the Teyrna, believing the entirety of Gwaren was present. "Many are those who wander in sin, despairing that they are lost forever, but the one who repents, who has faith unshaken by the darkness of the world, and boasts not, nor gloats over the misfortune of the weak, but takes delight in the Makers law and creations, she shall know the peace of the Maker's benediction. The Light shall lead her safely through the paths of this world and into the next. For she who trusts in the Maker, fire is her water. As the moth sees light and goes toward flame, she should see fire and go towards Light. The Veil holds no uncertainty for her, and she will know no fear of death, for the Maker shall be her beacon and her shield, her foundation and her sword."

Captain Marcus stepped forward at a nod from the Mother with the burning torch; Cauthrien stepped forward at the other side of the pyre. They turned and saluted the Teyrn and his family before bowing low to the Teyrna and lighting the pyre. The flame took hold quickly; hungrily licking at the wood as it leapt to surround Celia's body.

Aelfraud closed his eyes no longer able to hold back the tears. He was aware that Tolman who had been near him had moved closer, his hand resting supportively against his back, Jayden's hand clasping his own. The warmth of Jayden's touch pushed back the layers of icy isolation and shock he had existed in since Celia's passing. He felt himself sway; Tolman's subtle touch steadying him, Jayden's grip tightening.

Jayden watched the flames feeling numb; the crackle of the wood seemed to scream in his ears, the heat of the flames searing his skin, he felt as though everything was stripped away, all that existed was the yawning chasm of his mother's absence.

Aelfraud squeezed Jayden's shoulder until he glanced up and looked pointedly at his father, he knew Jayden understood.

Loghain felt a flutter of movement at his side having to force his gaze from the pyre. He glanced down seeing the slight movement of his son. As though caught in a dream where slow motion was the only option; he reached out his arm, watching it drape over his son's shoulders like some disjointed limb with no connection to himself, but he felt the shudder that jerked against it and pulled his son a little closer. He wanted Jayden to look up; to register him, but the boys eyes were locked on the flames, wide and bright with tears. He squeezed a little tighter; perhaps for his own benefit and the shuddering became shaking. He fleetingly thought he was making it worse for Jayden; that he should move away, but he realised his son was now pressed tightly against his body as though wanting to gain something of his strength by the touch. Loghain felt his grip tighten wanting him closer still; some part of him terrified he would bruise him, the thought overridden as he realised this touch was the only thing keeping him anchored and standing. He glanced to Anora; her face pale, standing silently, Cailan, Nathaniel and Fergus surrounding her, offering her their strength and comfort, he found himself wondering if she even noticed their presence. He caught the movement of Cailan's hand as he clasped hers and wondered momentarily why she looked to Nathaniel first, appearing almost startled when she realised it was Cailan reaching out to her.

For a moment the flames shot skyward drawing back his attention. He could no longer see Celia's body, the flames enveloping her completely. Loghain closed his eyes as memories pulled at him; the lingering memory of her lips on his, her soft laughter and gentle touch. He felt the scream building; his throat constricting to keep it within him. He knew he couldn't allow himself to break; not here, not now. He pulled his son tighter still; Jayden's arms wrapping around his waist, his face buried against his tunic. Unable to speak all Loghain could do was hold onto his son, be his anchor just as Jayden was for him. The sobs were muffled into his tunic but Loghain could hear each one as they seemed to rip at his heart. The depth of his failure pressed against his shoulders with the force of crushing rock. He registered a new pressure on his shoulder; his head turning slowly, Maric's grip tightening, reminding him he was not alone. There are no words between them but there was no need, the contact was enough. 'I love you Celia.' Loghain realised he must have spoken aloud as Maric's hand squeezed a little tighter. He knew he was expected to say something but he couldn't, grateful that Maric moved forward in his stead.

Howe glanced to Loghain; his face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, his grief obvious. He felt a flare of anger as Bryce moved to his side taking Maric's place, his hand moving to Loghain's shoulder. He noticed Eleanor moving to gently console Anora and felt his alarm increase as Ellowyn moved to Jayden's side, though the boy didn't seem to notice. It was too much to bear; this tragedy was bringing the Mac Tir's and Couslands closer together and he feared they would look to make an alliance between them and he could not allow it. He glared at the flames; an idea bursting to life in his mind. It was brutal and cruel, but it would give him the time he needed.

Loghain focused on each word spoken by Maric as he reminded all of those gathered of Celia's compassion; her bravery and her beauty, his words a soothing balm to Loghain's soul. Heart pounding Loghain realised others were speaking; people whose lives she had touched that even he did not know. He saw Mistress Marsden limp forward; her cane clicking on the stone, she was brief but her words left him blinded with tears. Loghain knew in that moment that while he may have the respect of his people, Celia most certainly had their love.

Anora wiped at her tears; her eyes burning, her cheeks stinging with their salty trail. She shuddered painfully wondering if any of those speaking had ever told her mother how much they had appreciated her. She leaned weakly against Eleanor grateful for her comforting presence.

Jayden stood still in his father's arms; his gaze turned back to the flames having been coaxed from his father's tunic by the tributes to his mother. He became aware of fingers clasping his and turned feeling ashamed at his flare of distress when he realised it was Ellowyn at his side not Lyra. He glanced at the gathered crowd searching for her through tear hazed vision.

Lyra caught his gaze and the ache in her heart subsided; she knew without a doubt he wished she was the one holding his hand in comfort.

Jayden turned back to the pyre, slightly soothed knowing Lyra was there at least. He watched as the last flames faded to a subtle glow of embers. He became aware of movement; of his father having to accept consolation, of gentle pressure on his hand from Ellowyn before she moved away, of voices that he couldn't make out, but he was aware they were waiting for him. Unable to move; frozen in place Jayden stared at the scorched earth. He became aware of a gentle hand on his shoulder; Anora's soft voice coaxing him, but still he couldn't move.

Cailan moved over to Jayden meeting his gaze, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head he began to sing. Softly at first; before his rich voice seemed to fill the night, Maric, Bryce, Nathaniel and Fergus joining him, before all who were left took up the song in tribute to a woman dear to them all.

Jayden remained silent; his throat too dry and painful to join them, but as the voices soared he glanced skyward, his eyes widening as a flash of light expanded outwards like a ripple through the heavens. One by one gazes turned to the brilliant gleam before it pulled back in on itself. Jayden turned as his grandfather's hand rested on his shoulder; the pair sharing a knowing look, Celia had her place in the heavens.

xXx

Author Note: Thank you to everyone reading; following, favouriting and reviewing. I really appreciate it.

Many are those who wander in sin, despairing that they are lost forever, but the one who repents, who has faith unshaken by the darkness of the world, and boasts not, nor gloats over the misfortune of the weak, but takes delight in the Makers law and creations, she shall know the peace of the Maker's benediction. The Light shall lead her safely through the paths of this world and into the next. For she who trusts in the Maker, fire is her water. As the moth sees light and goes toward flame, she should see fire and go towards Light. The Veil holds no uncertainty for her, and she will know no fear of death, for the Maker shall be her beacon and her shield, her foundation and her sword. - Transfigurations 10:1