She has been in this position before. Tight quarters, people she didn't care for nor trust all for the sake of accelerating a plan. A tinge of annoyance wringed it's ugly head as she recounted all the times that situation had come up. Whether it was combat, political or emotionally she could count them all simply by counting her fingers and toes then doubling that large number. Beyond that she couldn't care to count or recall anymore situations where she felt caged.

She released a sigh that broke the silence causing the two passengers in the carriage to turn to her. She did not care. She adjusted herself, leaning back and crossing her arms getting whatever little bit of comfortablity she could. Cassandra looked to her before returning to whatever book she was reading. The cover said Orlesian Tactics Comprehension though Morrigan could tell by some of the expressions she made here and there that she most certainly wasn't reading anything so dull. If Cassandra really reacted to combat tactics that way she was more of a dull than Morrigan originally took her for. Josephine however had not turned her gaze from Morrigan at all.

"If you wish to say something Lady Montilyet then you had best say it before we all perish of boredom." Morrigan uncrossed her arms but crossed one leg over the other, placing a hand on the now raised knee as she turned to meet Josephine's gaze. Josephine meet the gaze head on, poised and undisturbed.

"You and Lady Pentaghast were talking about the Hero Of Ferelden not too long ago." Cassandra raised her head from her book, looking to Josephine and then to Morrigan. Morrigan slightly craned her neck, eyes slightly squinted as her lips turned into a smirk.

"Yes. And if I recall you were quite the blushing school girl being caught eavesdropping." Josephine straightened her golden dress as she cleared her throat.

"I do apologize for eavesdropping but I am curious about the Hero Of Ferelden myself." There it was. Same with Cassandra no more than a few days ago everyone was so curious about her beloved. It was a common occurence. If she didn't questions about her or Kieran then she got them about the Warden Commander once all the dots were connected that she traveled with him at one point or another. Morrigan recalled one Orlesian woman who even dared to ask upon their first meeting if she and the Warden had slept together and if so, how was he? A smile spread across Morrigan's face as she hoped the infestation she left in that woman's hair caused even more annoyance than she had hoped.

Morrigan turned to Josephine, her smile dimming but still there. The memory itself was enough it seems whether Josephine knew or it not. "Ask your questions Lady Montilyet."

Josephine perked up at this and she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face.

"Thank you Lady Morrigan. Now after the Fifth Blight the Warden Commander spent many years in the employ of Queen Anora as a Chancellor. They were quite the power duo in directing Ferelden politics. There was even rumors that the two of them were romantically involved behind closed doors. Could you give some insight on that?" Cassandra's eyes widened and her posture declined as she leaned forward, a bewildered and fearful expression as she looked at Josephine. Morrigan's face was filled with shock and Josephine's was stoic as could get with just a sprinkling of curiosity in her eyes.

Morrigan leaned back, uncrossing her legs. She was..confused and surprised. A rude question elegantly asked with nothing but curiosity and no wrongful intent layered in it. Morrigan turned to Josephine, her expression still in slight shock but now studying Josephine looking more deeply for intent. Josephine took the hint and perked up, her child like curiosity fading and being replaced with the diplomat she trained to be.

"My apologies if the question is forward and personal. I do not wish to use this information in any sinister way to you, him or Queen Anora. I was just curious if you have a clearer picture on how the two of them worked together." Josephine had crossed her hands over one another in her lap as she straightened herself. Morrigan breathed in deeply and released it slowly, shaking her slightly left and right. Cassandra had leaned back, bewilderment still on her and her book now in her lap.

"I.." Morrigan shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Had this bothered her? She has never spoken to anyone regarding the Warden and Anora ever besides the Warden himself. Was she holding something back that even she hadn't realized?

"I was not around when he was Chancellor though I had heard of him taking the position. When I met with him again and we were together I asked the question if anything had transpired between the two of them." The carriage was silent save for Morrigan's words and the occassional bump in the road. The occupants were attentive, leaning forward in pure interest.

"He had been honest as he has always been with me. After my departing he had felt betrayed, lonely and even at times fearful. Focusing on Ferelden and aiding Anora was a break from the battling of darkspawn and bandits which he had grown weary of. He felt she was a shoulder he could lean on, a new perspective to the world he still felt like a stranger in." Morrigan released a light cough, releasing a breath that was lying in wait.

"I asked if they had made love or even kissed." The silence was now cuttable as Morrigan paused afterwards, looking to the moving shapes outside the carriage. Just the trees, some woodland creatures on this foggy day.

"Had they?" Cassandra had spoken up, her eyes widen and elbows on her knees as she listened, hanging on every word.

"Nearly once he said." Morrigan spoke softly, almost in a whisper. She reached into her robe, if the revealing outfit could count as a robe, pulling out a ring from a hidden compartent she had sewn into it herself. She looked down at the star metal ring, the ring he had given her after they had walked through the eluvian.

"Nearly. The smallest glance at the ring I gifted him was all it took. He said he never felt more weak and regretful till that moment." Morrigan's finger gently ran across the metal of the ring. A simple ring it was just made from a metal that had fallen from the sky. A metal he made into a blade and the remainder he made into a ring. Josephine released a heavy sigh as she leaned back, her shoulders slumping down in her dress.

"Such a beautiful tale." She whispered to no one but the world itself. Cassandra herself had her face in her hands, clearly trying to hide her expression, her blush or both. Morrigan was in her own world.

"I wonder if it's a true tale though." Morrigan questioned as she placed the ring on her finger, a small smile coming across her face as she gazed longfully at it.

"You could ask." Josephine muttered, looking to Morrigan. They felt the carriage stop and the driver say something though none were really listening to the words they knew the man had spoken. They had arrived. The exited the carriage, Cassandra first as her face returned to normal. A quick scan of the area for any signs of danger, she quickly retrieved her sword and shield from the back of the carriage. Josephine stepped out next, gingerly and gently patting her face as she regained her senses and returned back to the world of Thedas from her mind.

Morrigan stepped out last, one foot at a time and as her boots touched the cold dirt beneath her attention was upward at the structure in front of the group. The Royal Palace of Denerim.

"Yes. I could."