Judy- thank you for the comment. Ferrilsblood- Welcome and thank you for favoriting this story. Also I want to thank the PMs that let me know the last chapter was confusing and choppy due to grammar, sentence structure, spelling. I did go back and clean that up. I appreciate you bringing that to my attention.

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Hearing Enid's growls pulled him out of his rage. He didn't want Damian to die. That would be too good for him. He stopped struggling against the guard and commanded Enid to break off the attack. He wasn't willing to lose her to his anger.

"Enid, leave it. Heal."

Several uniformed soldiers by this time had rushed into the room with weapons at the ready, hearing the commotion. Their surprise turned to confusion as their Sergeant was holding a man by both arms, weapons still sheathed and the prisoner on the ground bleeding.

"Wallis, get the mage. The prisoner needs healing. Parlan put some pressure on those wounds. I don't want him bleeding out before the mage gets here. He dies, it's your head on the chopping block."

"Serah," the man questioned.

"That's an order."

The man wasted no time in kneeling down and tried to help Damian by holding the alter cloth to the neck wounds.

The priest having returned from getting help watched as Sergeant Lyall push the man the prisoner identified as Leith onto a bench away from where Damian was being cared for. Her ire raised as they just turned the chapel into a place of bloodshed.

"What do you have to say for yourself and that mangey mutt? This is a house of worship to the Maker. If you were going to kill him the least, you could do was wait until you were out of this place. And you, Sergeant, why would you think this was a good place to handle such a meeting."

Darragh scoffed, he had no time for faith. One minute it seemed there was a maker, and he was interested. But more often than not he believed the priest when they said the Maker abandoned them. And if he was truly ignorant of what people's lives and he had gone, then there was no actual harm done.

"I had not come intending to kill him. In fact, I want him to live a long miserable life suffering as much as possible. You teach the Maker has abandoned us, so what does he care about a little blood on the floor."

Lyall heard the sharp intake of air at the man's blasphemy and wasn't bothered by it. It was the Priest's job to worry about souls. He had other concerns. The two men appeared to know each other. And from the dialogue, it almost sounded as if they were family.

Truth be told, he didn't care. And then there was admitting to framing the lord. In all honesty, he didn't care about that either. The decision to put him in prison was made long ago and was out of his hands. What he worried about was that Damian Amell was gathering support in prison, which meant contraband from somewhere. Which begged to answer was it that his men were turning a blind eye or were they assisting.

"Explain to me why you will not take his place," Lyall demanded, frustration clear in his voice.

"I'm not. I've committed no crime. I am not even a citizen of your country. My hound was reacting to my rage, which is what Ash Warriors train their dogs to do. It was an accident, nothing more."

Still frustrated at the man who had contempt for the maker in both words and actions spat, "Accident, my arse. A crime was committed. You by extension of your flea-bitten mutt assaulted the prisoner. Attempted murder at best. Framing him at worse. And let's not talk about your contempt for the Maker."

"Yes, but contempt for the Maker is not a crime. I am an Ash Warrior, I converted over to the dwarven worship of the stone when I completed my training."

Frustrated that she could not have him thrown into prison for denying the Maker she stomped her foot and turned to the Sergeant and said, "I demand you arrest him. If for nothing else, the framing of Lord Amell."

Darragh's shoulder was shaking with mirth. He really didn't have an issue with the chantry the way Rhiannon did. But he enjoyed foiling them for her when he could. "Did I really frame him for a crime he didn't commit? Or did I prey on a convicts two greatest desires, to pin his crime on someone else and pretend innocence. I am merely a man capitalizing on his greatest desire to torment him."

The priest just shook her head and threw her hands into the air when Sergeant Lyall showed no sign of arresting the reprobate and stomped off.

Lyall watched her go. Few had ever bested the Priest. She took her duty to the Maker seriously and expected everyone, prisoner, and guard alike to hear the chant daily in the small chapel. She would be on a tear now. But that was a concern for another time. "I will not ask you if you framed him. But I want to know, how important is it to you he stays locked behind these walls if he survives?"

"He'll survive. Enid rarely kills without orders, maim maybe. As for staying, He auctioned his little sister's virginity in a tavern to criminals and thugs. When she escaped that fate. He helped her father sell her into marriage to an Ativan merchant prince. They were not to survive the matrimonial bliss. When she escaped to Ferelden, he hunted her down and found out her child was a mage. He tried to sell the child to Tevinter slavers."

Lyall heard similar stories. Nobility often arranged marriages and a daughter's virginity was a prize for many men. But nothing about that was illegal. "Incidents like that happen all the time. So far you haven't told me anything that warrants him being locked up for life."

"He murdered his sister when she wouldn't come back to Kirkwall with him."

"The sister you were in love with. Your brother's wife?"

Darragh pulled himself out of that dark place he returned to night after night until the day he set up the Lord's nephew. The things he did to make sure Damian Amell went to prison would give him a cell right next to him. He lost his family, including a brother who entrusted his child to him. The child he considered his daughter and her mother. Damian's manipulation of the event was just as bad as if he killed Revka himself. This had been a mistake. He should have left well enough alone.

Choosing not to answer the question, he said, "he fled back to Kirkwall and the protections of being an Amell. He has the blood of four Templars. My parents and two others on his hands. He deserved worse than he got but at least there was some justice. You would do well to see he doesn't get the power to get out."

Lyall debated if this was the truth. There were parts he had no doubt about. There was also more to this story. But he doubted it had anything to do with his current problem. Deciding it would be more trouble to keep the warrior, he let him go. Something told him they would meet again, and this wasn't done.

He barked at the nearest soldier and demanded for her to escort him outside. He had a mess to clean up and an investigation to start. Fretting about some lone dog lord wanting revenge would have to wait. He watched the man and the dog go, wondering about how what just transpired would affect things in the grand scheme.