I do not own any characters. They all belong to Bioware. Let's all take a moment of silence to really thank Bioware….alright….moment done. Thank you everyone for comments and follows! I really appreciate them! Special shout out to my Beta reader Eruya and to all those who gave song suggestions (looking at you Madam Viper!). If you have any song you want to see in the story, feel free to leave a comment and Kassy will gladly take requests! Hope you enjoy! Rated M for language and lemons.

Chapter 16

I was meant to be her best friend. That was it. We wore the same shoe size, therefore, we had to be soul sisters. I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the knee high boots. I was wearing the spy master's boots. This. Was. Awesome! I admired the black boots, determined to never throw them away, ever. My boots were going to be sent in to be fixed, but Leliana insisted I keep these as a backup pair.

"I think she likes the boots more than the dress," Josephine told Leliana, watching me pose in the mirror.

Leliana shrugged her shoulders. "Can you blame her? They are quite a pair."

"I've seen better," Branwen joined in, finally finished with her fitting.

I pivoted on my heel to face them, their amused faces all sharing a smirk. I put my hands on my hips and grinned at them. "It's the small things in life that really bring happiness, right?" I sighed, turning a leg to admire the boot again.

Josephine laughed. "As much as I would rather stay here and watch you twirl, we all have work to get done before the ball."

"Come on Josie," Leliana said, gesturing over to me. "When is the last time you admired yourself like that in front of a mirror?"

Josephine rolled her eyes, the rest of us giggling. "Alright. I am leaving now." She shot us a smile. "And I'll be admiring myself in that dress before the ball, if we manage to complete our work so we can get to the ball."

I waved goodbye as she left, Leliana and Branwen snickering. "I probably should get back to work," I sighed, posing once more in front of the mirror.

"Which reminds me," Branwen said. "Iron Bull asked me to tell you that he is willing to start training again today if you wanted."

"Yes!" I exclaimed, facing her. "I should head over there."

"Don't forget about your report for the Commander," Leliana teased, a smirk on her face. She held out a parchment and I grabbed it. "Since you are heading there, could you save me a trip?"

Branwen raised her eyebrows at Leliana, apparently not understanding the context of this conversation. "Of course," I replied, trying to hide my blush. I waved goodbye, heading out of the room and toward the staircase that led down to the Main Hall. Leliana will never stop teasing me about Cullen, I could tell. I stood in the middle of the hall, deciding if I should shortcut through Solas' office, or go the long way.

Thinking of Solas' office made me think of how in game I would jump from talking with Dorian onto Solas' desk. I smiled, wondering how that would actually end up if I really tried it. Going against my better judgement, I sidetracked up the stairs toward the library. I beelined for the railing that would be easiest to get to Solas' desk, leaning over to see the distance. Hmm….this was definitely a longer distance than I originally thought.

"Are we spying?" Dorian asked, leaning over the edge with me. "Hurry, take note. Still standing with book, might move toward wall to ponder it."

I giggled, wondering how often Dorian did this. "How far do you think it is from here to his desk?"

Dorian raised an eyebrow, looking down at the desk in question. "Enough to break your leg if you jumped." He straightened, leaning a hip on the banister, his gaze serious. "Should I be glad you aren't doing this from your rampart?"

Rampart? "Why would you think I would?"

Dorian glanced guiltily down at his feet. "I fear that I should have been the one to inform you of not being able to reach home. Not Solas."

My mood dampened and I felt my shoulders fall. "Oh," I said quietly. "I don't hold it against you Dorian."

Dorian leveled his eyes with mine. "I am sorry, Kassy. Truly. I should have made sure you were alright after Solas and I discussed the situation."

His grey eyes shined with empathy, and I reached over to place a hand on his arm. "I'll be alright with time. After all, I have a family here. And a home."

Dorian nodded, his face showing understanding. "I know that feeling," he admitted with a smirk.

"Of course, you would," I teased. "After all, who wouldn't want to be related to the most handsome mage there is?"

Dorian laughed, glancing at the parchment in my hand. "Writing reports already?"

"More like delivering them," I informed him. "Leliana asked me to bring it to Cullen."

"Ah, did she?" He asked with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "How was the talk with our Commander?"

I blushed, rolling my eyes. "Based on who I saw you talking to earlier, I am sure you know exactly how it went."

"Well I know how it ended," he said playfully. "No details were told. So, tell me, does our Commander-."

"Nah uh," I interrupted him. "I am not giving you any details besides, that ass."

Dorian grinned, chuckling. "I thought it would be."

"I should get this delivered," I told him, escaping before he actually got me into talking more details.

"Mmm-hmmm," he said, giving me a knowing smile.

I made my way down the stairs to the main hall, not wanting to go into Solas' study in case he heard the conversation. I couldn't face him if he heard me talking about Cullen's ass. I crossed the entrance, breathing in the fresh air. I leaned my head back, feeling the breeze of the wind blow my hair behind me. The air smelled like it might rain and I loved it.

I jogged down the stairs, glad I didn't braid my hair today, the feeling of late summer a welcomed comfort. Late summer in Michigan was my favorite, with sweet smelling air and the hint of fall approaching soon. I realized I've lost track truly of how long I've been here. I was guessing a few months, but it seemed like longer. Did I count the days I was out after the Fade? It didn't matter. You were here now.

I smiled and waved at passing soldiers and people, determined to remain in a good mood even with the reminder of not being able to get home. Skyhold was home now. These people were a part of it. I hummed to myself as I went, no particular tune in mind.

The way to the tavern was crowded, likely people watching the dueling happening. I turned to skip down the stairs near the healers. I glanced toward the barn, hearing the loud call of harts. Those were my favorite to have as my mount of choice. I couldn't not see them in person.

The barn was quiet when I approached the stables, the harts and horses making the most noises. I searched the stalls, wondering which harts they ended up having. I spotted Pride of Arlathan and I gasped in happiness. It was so beautiful in person. I reached out a hand to it, letting him sniff me before stroking his neck. "You are handsome," I told him, my voice holding admiration.

"He's the newest one," Blackwall said from the barn, making me jump. "He's -."

"Pride of Arlathan," I finished, keeping a hand on the hart's neck as I turned toward Blackwall.

Blackwall raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Exactly." He picked up his woodworking tools, turning towards his project. "So, you're a blood mage."

I repressed the urge to roll my eyes. "Are you going to tell me I made a mistake too?"

Blackwall stared at me over his shoulder. "I'm the last person to talk to people about mistakes."

My hand left the hart and I headed toward him, not really ever having a true heart to heart with him. "You tried to fix your mistake."

Blackwall dropped his tools on the table, his body tensing slightly before focusing on me. "Excuse my manners, but what do you know of my mistakes?"

Did I tell him I knew? Let him know that it was safe with me and that I understood? "I didn't mean to make you defensive. I just…look. I can't tell you how I know, but I know you are trying to keep true to Blackwall. You're a different man now. And…ummm…well, I think the Wardens are lucky to have you. As Thom or Blackwall."

His eyes focused in on me and I shifted uncomfortably. "I knew you were brave, from what happened at Adamant. I also knew you were inspirational from the way people flock to you with your songs and words. When I heard about you becoming a blood mage, I didn't think you wise. Who would willingly choose that?" There was something about his voice that made me feel like I was on display. Where was he going with this? "I was wrong. You understand more than most, and don't judge others on their past. Only an open minded and wise person would be able to let others see that they aren't defined by their past."

I stared open mouthed at him, unsure of what to say. In game, I always felt very flattered and unworthy of the praise he gave the Inquisitor, but hell, I was the Inquisitor. Here I was just the random girl that fell from the rift. I felt my cheeks turn red from the compliments. "It's kind of you to think that, but honestly, I'm just…" I couldn't think of the right words to finish the sentence, so I just shrugged my shoulders. "human."

Blackwall shook his head. "You are more than that. You are a leader, Captain. Remember that. You'll be important to the Inquisition. More than you will know." He smiled at me before turning to his tools again. "Will we be seeing you in the tavern soon, now that you're healed?"

I laughed at that, not realizing how long it's been since I was in the tavern. "Is that a request?"

His focus stayed on his horse, and he got his hammer ready. "Perhaps."

"Then I'll be there tonight," I assured him. "Spread the word."

He chuckled, smiling as he nodded, our conversation at an obvious end. I felt sad I never gave Blackwall as much of a chance in game as I did the others. He was a good dude. Feeling high on the compliment, I strutted toward the stairs the led to the rampart. I was able to take the stairs easier today, despite the journey back here and my workout with Cullen.

At the top of the stairs, I made sure Leliana's parchment wasn't wrinkled. I ran a hand through my hair and made sure my outfit was adjusted, running a hand over my corset. I touched my necklace, smiling to myself. Dad was right, others notice your actions when you are true to yourself.

Do you really think they admire you? Or do they pity you? Nightmare asked.

"Nothing you can say can break my mood today," I said softly, so I could barely hear myself. "I am Kassy King, and I am a force to be reckoned with."

I pushed him from my mind, tucking him away to the back of my mind where I keep embarrassing memories. I knocked on the door, not wanting to disturb any meeting he was in. There wasn't a reply and I slowly opened the door peeking in. Cullen wasn't there. Odd. I strutted to his desk, placing the report on his desk, wondering where he was. A letter caught my attention, the name Mia standing out. A letter from his sister…do I read it? Was it like the ones she wrote him in game?

I glanced at the door, biting my lower lip guiltily. I walked around the desk so that I had a clear view of the door. I quickly skimmed the letter expecting, "we don't hear and all we get is" but it wasn't like that at all. I picked up the letter, confused at the content.

Cullen,

I am glad to finally receive a letter- though it was still too short. However, the content-surprised me. I don't know who or what has brought this change, but you should really keep it around. I agree, family is important and it has been too long since I have seen you. Not that I am complaining-but what brought this on? I don't think I ever heard you say these sort of words. 'Mia, I have learned that family should not be taken for granted'. I almost thought that the letter was written by someone else. Write again soon.

Your loving sister,

Mia

I put the letter back, emotions running crazy in me, not sure which one to feel. This was crazy. I felt confused, wondering if I was the one that brought this change? Then I felt the crashing of sadness for the second time today, thinking of my family. I grabbed my necklace, taking a deep breath. I needed to get these feelings out, maybe with some sword play.

I headed back to my room, wanting to grab my staff and lute before finding Iron Bull. I should find Cassandra too and see if she would be up to training at all. I hurried down the stairs, excited to finally use a sword again and get this aggression out.

As I approached the tavern, I saw Krem, flirting with a dark-haired elf. Way to go, Krem! I made my way to him. "Krem," I called, jogging the last little bit to him. He glanced toward me, the brunette glaring at me. I laughed internally at her, surprised she saw me as a threat.

"Rift!" He greeted me, his grin getting wider. "Back from your journey I see."

I put my hands on my hips, grinning at him. "Just got back yesterday, but I feel like I haven't had time to realize it yet. Been kept busy," I said, giving a small laugh. "I'm actually looking for Bull, have you seen him? I was told he wanted to meet me."

"Chief had to meet with the Inquisitor," Krem replied, leaning against the wall. "Want me to tell him you were looking for him?"

I shook my head, giving him a half smile. "Nah. I'm sure I'll run into him soon." I glanced over at the brunette, her glare getting more pointed. "I'm thinking about playing here tonight. Buy me a beer?"

"You got it Rift," Krem replied, giving me his usual smile.

"Awesome," I said. "See you later, handsome."

Krem seemed pleased with himself, and the brunette snuggled closer to him as I left. I growled in frustration, needing to do something with this anger. I headed toward the practice dummies, ready to take on some pests. I threw off my lute and staff, grabbing a sword from the rack as I passed. I held the sword for a moment, thinking it felt right, being a warrior again.

I took a deep breath, spinning into the dummy, striking it hard. I practiced the moves that Cassandra and Bull taught me, hitting the dummy harder. I felt my muscles start to move more easily as I practiced, my motions becoming more fluid and accurate. I was impressed with myself, having to train for a few days last time to get back to where I should be. Granted I wasn't back to where I should be, but I was pretty good. Maybe it was because of the journey I was just on, or my frustration.

I glanced over at the recruits pairing off to fight each other. I stood there, panting, feeling the sweat on me. Cullen was training, barking orders. I should really find Iron Bull. I grabbed my lute and staff, putting the sword back. I headed toward the main staircase, looking over at the sparring ring. I stopped, really wanting to give the sparring rink a try. Why shouldn't I?

I saw Krem still by the tavern, the brunette smiling widely at him. "Rift," he greeted me again. I placed my staff and lute by him, frustrated I put the sword back.

"Krem, got your sword on you?" I asked, seeing his shield on his back. I ran a hand through my hair, wishing that I braided it back now.

Krem pulled out his sword, his stare confused. "Everything okay?" He looked me up and down, seeing if there was something off about me.

I took his sword from him, loving how badass it looked. "Can I borrow your shield too?" I pointed to his back.

Amused, Krem handed me his shield from his back, an eyebrow raised. "Who's the target?"

"Not sure yet," I replied, excited about the fight. "Watch my stuff?"

I headed to the sparring ring, adrenaline running through my veins. I felt a boost in my walk as I noticed my boots, needing to make them proud. There was a crowd around the ring, cheering the fighters on. I stood as well, wondering how this whole thing went. I watched the two recruits fighting, their moves much like Cullen's. I studied how they moved their feet, Cassandra and Iron Bull's training kicking in. Their movements were fast and I loved how they moved without thinking. They just moved on instinct and reflex.

That's what I needed to learn. To do this without someone barking how to do it. That's how I always learned. Drawing, guitar, and even school. I did better when I got the basics and then went off by myself, having someone critique once I get my style down. Then I felt that spark of inspiration. The feeling I get when I wanted to write, draw, or sing. Create. My fingers curled around the sword, not having felt this way since before I came here.

I glanced down at the sword, hoping that since it belonged to a Charger, it would be lucky. I missed the end of the fight, staring at the sword, but the winner reached down a hand, pulling the other recruit up. "Anyone else?" He called, glancing around. I gave a once over, taking him in. He was tall and well built, like most of the soldiers here. His hair was dark brown and dark, and honestly, he gave me a kind of Jensen Ackles vibe.

"Me," I called, feeling like one of those movies where the hero is about to defeat the villain in an epic battle. In this battle though, the hero will most likely fail because let's be honest, who can beat Dean Winchester? Then again, that dude died a couple times, and hey, wasn't he demonized too? Oh my god, I have so much in common with Dean right now.

I saw Jensen's surprise but he swept it off quickly as I climbed over the fence and hopped into the ring. Wow, that felt bad ass. If Sadie saw this, she would be making fun of me in so many ways. Liam would have thought this was pretty awesome. Sadie…Liam…there's my fuel. I could tell he was sizing me up and I got into my stance, opting to start the way Cassandra taught me.

Jensen swung and I raised an arm, blocking it with my sword. I felt the power of his swing and realized this dude was really going for it. This ring was intense fighting. Good thing that's the only way Iron Bull fights. I pushed him back bringing up my shield in time to block another swing. I felt off with a shield, not really using them in the past. I waited until he went to swing back and threw the shield to the side, earning mutters from the group. I ignored them as I turned into a spin, Jensen barely reflecting it. I heard cheers from the crowd. "Get him Rift!" Krem yelled.

Jensen staggered back a bit and I regripped my sword, already out of breath. More of a workout fighting a person then a dummy. He ran toward me and I couldn't stay up at his impact. I flew backward, grunting at the force. I spotted Cassandra toward the back of the group, her arms crossed observing. I hooked my boot around Jensen's ankle and pulled quickly, watching him fall. I sprung up as fast as I could, kicking away his sword. Jensen was breathing hard as he stared at the sky. I leaned over him, placing the tip of the sword on his chest. "Good fight, Jensen. If I were a darkspawn, you'd be dead."

"You spend too much time training with the Commander," Jensen groaned, slowly sitting up. I leaned on my sword, hearing cheers from the crowd. I held a hand out to him, and he grabbed it, standing up. "And it's Keegan not Jensen."

"My bad," I told him. I turned to the crowd that gathered, seeing Krem grinning broadly at me. Plus, ten approval from Krem. I watched Keegan climb over the ring and I didn't know what to do next. Call for another taker? "Any takers?" I asked loudly, my voice having more strength than I thought I would. I tucked my hair behind my ear, the pieces sticking to the sweat on my face. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, standing in the rink, waiting for someone to duel me.

I saw a red headed man, come forward. Alright, he must be a Weasley. He jumped over the fence, smiling at me with attitude. If that was his way of intimidating me, it totally worked. I swallowed, adjusting my sword and stance. He swung the sword like a pro between his hands before coming at me. Instincts, I started to mantra to myself, knowing that I would have to not think so hard about my moves in order to beat this dude. If I could. I was still surprised Jensen was out.

There was a mix amount of encouragement for us. Many of the recruits supporting Weasley, while others called for me. I peeked to see if Cassandra was still there. She had gotten a little closer, a small smile on her face as I used a move she taught me to escape a blow. I felt a boost of encouragement from that, running at Weasley, shoulder checking him as hard as I can. Weasley flew back into the side of the ring, grunting. "That's how it's done, Rift!" I heard Bull yell. Weasley wrapped an arm around his ribs, glancing at me with an impressed smile. He dropped his sword in surrender, grunting and holding his ribs tighter as it fell. He held out a hand and I took it, both of us panting.

"Sorry," I muttered to him, not meaning to injure him. He shook his head.

"Don't apologize. I wasn't expecting you to escape my last move. You won fair," he told me. He leaned forward. "I like a woman that can outsmart me." I blushed, not knowing what to reply to that. I grabbed one of his elbows, helping him over the side. Krem helped him from the other side and a recruit came forward, snickering at Weasley, helping him toward the healers.

I reached down and picked up my sword. Feeling better than I did before I stepped in. I still needed to get this feeling out of me though. Was hitting people, really the way to go? Yes. Yes, it is. For now. I stood, gaining my breath, glancing at the crowd, not sure if I should stay or go. Cassandra was gone, but Bull was in the back, arms crossed in amusement and approval. He gave me a nod of acknowledgement when our eyes met.

A dude that looked like Oberyn from Game of Thrones came forward. Ah shit. I was going to lose to this dude. I wasn't the Mountain. I figured he was from Orlais and I didn't know how those soldiers fought. Alright then. You got this. Just focus.

He threw off his shirt before he entered and I rolled my eyes. He was trying to intimidate me with his muscles? I went to Krem, taking off my belt and corset, sighing in relief. How was I fighting in those before? "You doing okay, Rift?" He asked me, taking the belt and corset from me.

"Do I not look like it?" I asked him. I picked up the sword again, gesturing it toward him. "Thanks again by the way. I'm pretty sure it's lucky."

"Go show the Chief you learned something," he told me, slapping me on the back. I turned toward Oberyn, who was practicing some swings. I tried making my stance like what I see on movies before the epic fight. We both knew this dude was going to win, but I was going to give him a hell of a fight before doing it. Stroud was in the crowd now and I cursed to myself. Why was everyone here? Go find things to do. I did a double take not realizing quite how large the crowd got. I was not good enough to get this kind of crowd. Ah, shit. No pressure or anything.

Oberyn came toward me, his sword at his side. I did the same, meeting him in the middle. "You know how to draw in a crowd," I told him, nodding toward the people around the ring.

"I don't think they are here for me," he laughed. I raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged. "Maybe they aren't used to seeing strangers fight so well. Care to give them a real show?"

Wow. They must not realize I was just getting lucky tonight. I grinned at him, nodding. "Bring it on." He sneakily swung, and I spun out of the way, smiling at him. I watched his feet, trying to find something off about his performance. I couldn't find anything as we fought, his moves not like the others. I kept avoiding and blocking them, figuring out a way to get him out. If his plan was to tire me out, he was doing really well. I felt my shirt cling to me from my sweat and I knew that I needed to end this soon if I didn't want to fall over from exhaustion. Apparently, I needed more training before this kind of intense fighting.

I lunged toward him and he blocked it before he kicked me toward the fence. I felt my breath leave me as I hit the wood. Fuck! If this is what Weasley felt at all, then I would want to kick my ass. "Shit!" I gasped, trying to fill my chest with air again. "His left knee is injured," I heard Cullen's voice in my ear. He would be here. I mentally made note to thank Cullen later, and pushed myself away from the wood, my breathing heavy. I would have a wicked bruise on my back and probably chest.

Oberyn seemed impressed that I was still in the fight, and I had no idea what to do to get him to fall to his knees. Kicking it seemed kind of cheap and hard to do when he is always moving his sword. I swung at him and he blocked it, returning a high blow, that I quickly spun away from feeling the tip scrape my shoulder. I heard some gasps from the crowd and I wondered if I was cut, but I didn't feel any pain. I glanced down at my shoulder, and noticed something was missing. I groaned, looking at the ground where I was, seeing a large chunk of my hair on the ground.

Seriously! My hair! Not just a small amount either. I felt anger in my chest and I went toward him, growling as I did a spin attack at him. Stupid mother fucker! He blocked me, returning a swing, hitting my hand. My sword fell from my hand as the pain from the cut made me instantly drop it. Piece of shit Orlesian. He looked at me with eyebrows high, silently asking if I was going to give up. I shook my head, figuring I could try to get the sword back. He smirked and came at me. What would they do in a movie? I summersaulted under him, hitting my shoulder on a rock as I rolled. I thought of the wrestling Liam and I did when I was little, getting an idea. Before, he recovered from his swing, I ran toward him, jumping on his back, taking him by surprise. I kicked the back of his left knee and we fell on the ground, his cry making me feel bad, but then I saw my hand and didn't feel as bad as I did before.

I felt every muscle in my body ache as I laid on his back, both of us panting. I rolled off him, not wanting to hurt anything else on him. "Truce?" I asked as he looked at me.

He grimaced and nodded, turning so his weight was off his knee. "Truce." Oberyn glanced over at me with a smile, "I was sure I was going to beat you."

"I was sure that you were too," I admitted. "At least neither of us lost."

"Come on, soldiers," Cullen said, reaching a hand down toward Oberyn. Oberyn accepted, and he groaned as he stood, hissing in pain. Cullen helped him over to the fence and recruits were there to help him over. "Bring him to the healers. He's got some injuries."

I struggled to my feet, seeing a hand reach out over the fence. I grabbed it and Iron Bull helped me over. "That's one way to train," he commented, slapping me on the back. I gasped as he hit my bruise, feeling like the wind got knocked out of me again.

"The fucker cut my hair," I complained, touching the short tresses.

"I can help with that," Krem said, his sword and shield now back on his body. He had my corset and belt still. I grabbed them from him, heading back toward where I left my staff and lute.

"How?" I questioned, wiping the blood on my hand with my shirt. I felt him grab my hair in his hand and then just as fast heard the swish of a sword. I cried out as I heard the sword, knowing what he was doing before he did it. "Krem!"

He held out my hair in his hand, smiling. "See, it's the same now."

I reached a hand to my hair, feeling it just hit my shoulders. I opened and closed my mouth, not knowing what to say. That took forever to grow that long. I felt like Rapunzel in Tangled when Flynn cuts off her hair. Except not as cool because Krem isn't a dying Flynn trying to save me from Gothel. He did not just do that.

"It's a good look for you, Rift," Bull told me, not hiding his amusement. I took the hair from Krem and held it awkwardly.

"Thanks," I muttered, staring at the sheared ends.

"Captain," Cullen called, and I turned toward him, still not over my shock of Krem's haircutting skills.

"Looks like you are in good hands," Bull teased me. He slapped me again on the back and motioned for Krem to follow him. "See you later, Rift."

Cullen came toward me, his hand on the hilt of his sword. The crowd around the ring was dispersing, and no new fights were going on. "Are you okay?" He questioned, his eyes searching me for wounds, landing on my hands. "Why are you holding hair?"

"Krem decided to help finish what Oberyn started," I stated, throwing the hair into the weeds by the tavern. "I can't believe he cut it off."

"I can't believe you jumped on his back," he snickered, his golden eyes filled with amusement. "I really thought you were done once you lost your sword."

I picked up my lute and threw it on my back. "He chopped off my hair, Cullen. I was going to go until I dropped from exhaustion…which I technically did." I reached for my staff, using it to lean on. "Thanks for the help by the way."

He gave me his half smile, reaching out to touch my shortened hair. "You seemed like you could use it," he teased. "I like this look." I blushed under his gaze, reaching up to tuck it behind my ear. He frowned, grabbing the hand and studying it. "I thought I saw you get cut."

"It looks worse than it is, honestly," I assured him. "It's that kick into the fence that has me more sore than anything else."

He took the lute off my back, holding it in his hand, the other on my lower back. "Let's go get you cleaned up." He led me toward the back way, to the staircase by the barn. "When Cassandra told me you were fighting, I wasn't expecting to see you doing so well. Though I should have, based on Cassandra's smirk."

"Well, thanks for the confidence boost, Commander," I said in an over dramatic voice. "Seriously, I don't know if I'll ever be able to do that again. I was seriously just lucky. If you didn't tell me about his knee, I wouldn't have gotten to a tie."

"I don't understand why you were fighting anyhow. And who's sword were you using?" We were climbing the stairs now and I was painfully aware of each muscle as I moved.

"Krem's," I replied. "And I wanted to get out some frustration. I couldn't find Iron Bull and the dummies weren't doing it." He opened my door, and we went in. "Honestly, Cullen, I am fine."

He shut the door before he threw my lute on the bed and I set my staff carefully against the wall. "You aren't going to win this one, so just turn around and take off your shirt," he ordered.

"Umm, what?" I asked, really, I wasn't sure I had the strength for sex after those fights. He crossed his arms and I rolled my eyes, turning around and lifting my shirt off. I felt the heat in my cheeks at standing with my shirt off, even after what we did last night.

He touched my back softly his fingers barely touching it. "You're going to have a nasty bruise," he informed me. I felt his fingers go up to my bra strap and I glanced over my shoulder.

"I thought you were just going to inspect my bruise, Commander," I teased, smiling at him. He unhooked it, and I held the front, not sure if he was just trying to get a better look at the bruise. "Cullen?" I asked softly.

I looked forward again, my neck ached from the fight. I felt Cullen's lips softly kissing my back where the bruise was. There were shivers down my body and he kissed his way up to the back of my neck. I sighed in pleasure as he put his hands on my waist, holding me closer to him. I leaned my head to the right as he kissed my neck, his lips getting closer to my jaw. So maybe I did have energy for this. Anything for this. I turned to him, letting my bra fall. Cullen's lips were on mine and I reached a hand up to gently pull his curls, ignoring the ache from the bruise on my chest as it pushed against his armor. There was a knock at the door and Cullen pushed me up against the wall, trailing kisses down my neck, ignoring the door.

"Busy!" I called, reaching down for Cullen's belt. Cullen's hands started to move up my sides, grabbing my face and kissing me more deeply.

"I was sent by the Inquisitor to send the Commander to the War Room," Hawke called through the door. "Something about Samson. Figured I might be able to find him here." Cullen and I froze, both of us slowly looking at the door. I took my hands off his belt, and gave him a quick kiss.

"Duty calls," I whispered to him, pushing him away as I went to my trunk to get a new shirt, kicking my bra under the bed out of view. Cullen was running a hand through his hair, straightening it. I went to the door and opened it.

"Hawke," I greeted him, tucking hair behind my ear. "Cullen was just checking out my injuries from the sparring ring."

"Mmmm hmm," Hawke said, a knowing smile on his face. He glanced into the room, trying to find evidence to prove otherwise. "I'll let him finish up in privacy. Meet me in the same place as last time for training in an hour?"

"See you then," I replied, blushing as he turned to walk away with a wink. "See ya, Curly!" Hawke called, turning to go down the stairway. I turned back to Cullen, who was looking at me with frustration. "Hawke says hi," I told him, shutting the door and leaning against it.

"I heard," Cullen replied, his arms crossed as he took me in. Of course we would both get awkward. Come on, Kassy. Think of something to say. Anything. "I…umm…that is…I hope that we can find some time to talk later...maybe," he stuttered, a hand going to the back of his neck.

I gave him a confused look. Well at least I didn't have to think of anything to say. "Talk about what exactly?" I asked, wondering if he was changing his mind about us. Though he seemed pretty set earlier in his stance with us. Well, then and just a couple minutes ago.

"I want to take you somewhere," he said explained almost shyly. Where would he want to…wait. He was going to…seriously? I smiled widely, knowing exactly where he wanted to take me. This man was amazing.

"Anytime, anywhere," I told him, walking toward him slowly. I grabbed his robe, going on tip toe to give him another kiss. He put his hands on my waist, deepening the kiss. I broke it off, taking a deep breath. "You need to get going."

He groaned and ran a hand through my hair. His golden eyes stared at me in a way I've never been looked at before. I blushed, not used to his intense staring. "I'll see you later," he muttered, giving me his heart-breaking smirk, glancing over his shoulder at me as he left. "Be careful with your training with Hawke. I just…he just…blood magic."

"Copy that," I told him, leaning against the door as he walked away, clear confusion as my phrasing. I felt the butterflies in my stomach explode and I fell onto my bed, sighing with happiness. If he was going to give me his coin, should I give him my necklace, or is that too weird? I held the necklace, feeling the metal of the dragon claw and the smoothness of the orb. Would I be able to give it to him, even if I wanted too? My one piece of home?

I sat up, throwing on my corset and tying it lightly so not to bother the bruise on my back. I put on my belt and grabbed my lute and staff, heading out of my room, shutting the door. I needed flowers. I needed trees. I needed a stone bench where I could sit and have the wind blow on my face. I needed, the garden. One of the few things that were a lot like home.

I cut through Cullen's office and entered Solas' study. "Captain," Solas greeted me, working on a painting. I nodded in greeting, offering a "brah" behind my shoulder as I headed across the hall to the gardens, hoping that it wouldn't be very busy. I entered the area toward the gardens, already feeling my shoulders relax.

I realized I haven't really explored the area over here, being here when I was drunk. There were people scattered around, and I knew I couldn't pull off video game style, just opening every door I went by. I heard the birds in the garden singing as I continued to walk, noticing some of the chirps sounded like ones from home. I remember my mom telling me what she thought they all said. There was the Star Wars bird that went "pew, pew, pew". The Brittany bird that did a high and fast, "Brittany? Brittany?" I felt my heart ache when a familiar bird noise caught my attention. This was the bird that my mom called the Kassy bird. Whenever it was out, Mom would say my bird was calling me because it sounded like it was singing my name "Kassssyyyy". I always smiled when I heard it, feeling a glow in my chest, thinking of Mom. I felt my eyes fill with tears and I escaped to the closest room, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

Andraste stared at me, and I felt awe in the room that was like their chapel. I slowly made my way to her, avoiding the rubbish in the way. Reaching out a hand, I touched the statue, studying the woman before me. I haven't been in a church in such a long time, let alone prayed. I wondered who I would pray to here. God? Andraste? Maker? Was Maker and God the same being? I tried to think of a prayer to say that I learned in Catholic school, but it didn't seem right, uttering them here. The Hunchback song "God help the outcasts" came to mind as well, but I felt Andraste didn't feel like an outcast. That girl knew exactly where she stood. Nameless emotions rose in my chest and I had the urge to say words, any words to help ease it.

Instead of a prayer though, "Blessings" by Laura Story started pouring from my mouth. "We pray for blessings. We pray for peace. Comfort for family, protection while we sleep. We pray for healing, for prosperity. We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering. All the while, You hear each spoken need. Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things. 'Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops. What if Your healing comes through tears. What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near. What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?"

The words seemed right, and I didn't know if I was talking to just God, or Andraste as well. Could God hear me here? Hey God, it's me, Kassy. I sank to my knees, kneeling at her feet. "When friends betray us. When darkness seems to win. I know that pain reminds my heart. That this is not my home. What if my greatest disappointments. Or the aching of this life. Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy? What if trials of this life, the rain, the storms, the hardest nights, are your mercies in disguise?" I felt tears on my cheeks, feeling better with the song, but also a little numb.

"I had no idea your faith was so strong. I'm impressed," Cassandra's accent said in the silence. I quickly stood, facing her, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"I didn't realize you were here," I said lamely, crossing my arms. "Sorry if I interrupted your worshipping time." I began to head out of the room, letting Cassandra do her prayers in privacy.

"Captain," her voice stopped me. I turned toward her, wondering what she might have to say. "Were you praying to Andraste?"

I gave a small smile, rubbing the top of my arm. "Her or God. Whichever one was listening." I felt a little awkward since she found out I was a blood mage, thinking she would disapprove of me.

"With those words, I know Andraste will hear your words for certain. I do not know much about your God, but if He is like the Maker, He heard as well." Her brown eyes seem to pierce into me and I shifted my weight to a different foot. "I was surprised to see you using a sword when you are training in blood magic."

My smile grew and I tucked some hair behind my ear. "Blood magic has its purposes, but I don't feel like a mage at heart. The sword is what feels most like me, however, I am not upset that I am a mage. Just confused. A lot to adjust to. Demons and all."

Cassandra nodded in understanding, apparently approving my answer. "I have something for you," she told me, holding out a book. I saw the cover and my heart started pounding fast.

"Varric's next volume!" I squealed, reaching for it in excitement. "Is it everything we hoped for?" I asked, glancing up at her as I stroked the cover.

"I've read it three times since you have given it to me," Cassandra admitted, blushing slightly.

"That good, eh?" I teased, hugging it to my chest. "Thanks, Cassandra. This is exactly what I need right now."

"Congratulations on your fights today. I was impressed with the skills you have retained from our training. Are you wanting to continue-."

"Yes!" I interrupted, getting an approving smile from Cassandra. "Absolutely, yes."

"We train in the morning then," she ordered, turning to Andraste, dismissing me.

"In the morning," I repeated, squeezing the book to my chest. Yes! I opened the book, beginning to read the first chapter as I made my way to the guest rooms, where I was going to meet Hawke. Based on how the first chapter was going, I knew I wouldn't be able to put the book down until it was done. Curse having to do stuff!

I reluctantly closed the book, sneaking into the blood magic training room. Anders was sitting on the ground with Captain Purr, stroking him in his lap. I raised my eyebrows, seeing Hawke standing at the window, looking out at the mountains. "You can't be apart for training? You two have separation issues."

Hawke was grinning as he turned to me, his hair falling into his eyes a little. "Says the girl who was having her bruises checked out by Curly."

I opened my mouth in disbelief. "He really was," I protested. "Care to see them?"

"Varric says you were giving some recruits a beating today. Should we congratulate you or did Curly already do that?" Anders teased, his eyebrows wiggling. I rolled my eyes. "I am here to help with Nightmare. I have experience with having to keep spirits at bay," Anders informed me, a smirk on his face. They were so meant for each other.

"But Nightmare is a demon, not a spirit. Isn't it different?" I questioned, glancing between the two of them.

"Yes and no," Anders answered, letting Captain Purr jump off his lap as he stood. "Less painful maybe, but you have yet to truly be taken over by Nightmare."

"And we don't plan on it happening any time soon," Hawke added, leaning against a wall. "Hopefully the blood magic protection spells will help."

I nodded, taking off my lute and setting it down, while holding onto my staff. "Besides those spells, when are we going to learn combat stuff to help with fights?" I asked him, wanting to feel more useful with my blood magic.

"Well, first you need to get in touch with your blood magic, and then you pretty much know what you can do," Hawke informed me. "However, when using blood magic, you can't be healed the normal way, such as potions or healing mages."

I furrowed my forehead trying to understand. "What do you mean? How do you heal then?"

"By using blood magic or the old natural waiting it out," he explained. "You can take healing from an enemy, causing them to die faster."

"Jesus," I whispered, my face showing my fascination. "So, magic is something someone finds out for themselves?"

Hawke nodded. "It speaks to you and you feel it. Blood magic will ultimately help you make your spells more…intense."

"Awesome," I said softly with a smile. "Let's get started."

"Hold on," Anders told me, his hands on his hips. "The demon may be more prominent with the use of blood magic, so keep it small until we get Nightmare out."

"He's right," Hawke agreed, pulling out a chair for me to sit. "So, let's get those protection spells."

He handed me a dagger, and I took it from him before sitting down. "The staff isn't strong enough?"

Hawke shook his head. "Not for this," he informed me, rolling up my sleeve. He pulled out a book, opening it to a hand drawn symbol. "Ready?"

"I'm carving that into my skin?" I asked doubtfully. "I'm not sure I'll be able to…be precise."

"I've never actually have done the spells myself, but I am sure it is the same concept of any spell. Think of the intention. We are going to draw this on you as a reference." He shrugged his shoulders. "Might as well be safe. Since the demon is in you, doing the drawing of blood on your skin would be better than on an object."

Made sense, I guess. Sort of Supernatural like. I held out my arm as Anders drew the symbol, glancing up at me with knowing eyes. "This will help with the pain it causes, not actually keep him out."

"It will be easier to deal with him when you aren't cringing in pain," Hawke clarified. "I don't know if there is enough blood magic to release a demon. It's usually used for the opposite."

I looked at the stripe of blood on Hawkes nose. "Do you use a fresh smear every day or do you have that tattooed on?" I pointed to his nose with the dagger.

"If my enemies ask, daily, but it's tattooed," he answered, giving me a wink. "Interested in getting one?"

"Only if I can find the perfect one," I informed him. "Most likely I won't though."

"It's done," Anders informed us. Going back to the wall.

Hawke nodded for me to go ahead. I cut myself above the drawing, making sure the cut would get enough to trace the symbol. I set the dagger down, smearing the trickling blood with my finger. You think they are helping you? They are only doing this to get you to help them in the end. You have no friends here. Won't Cullen love looking at this arm?

I ignored Nightmare, concentrating on making the symbol perfect. I felt a tug deep in myself, somewhere I can't explain. I pulled at it, closing my eyes and letting the feeling take over my mind. I glanced up at Hawke when I finished, waiting for further instruction. Hawke gave me a nod of approval. "That is all we are going to do for the day," he said, patting my shoulder. "I expect Nightmare will be working on you all evening because of this. Let's not push it."

"He already loves it," I confirmed, letting Anders bandage my arm. "Thanks."

I pulled down my arm sleeve, hiding the mark. Glancing up, I saw Hawke paging through Varric's novel. "Really, Captain? I thought you were sucking up to Varric, not actually telling him the truth."

"I like his books," I countered, going to grab it from him. "As his best friend, you'd think you would have read them."

"Even he admits they aren't his best," Hawke argued. Anders chuckled and handed me my lute.

"Whatever," I sighed, giving Anders a quick thanks, as I put on my lute. "I'm playing at the tavern tonight. You coming for a drink?"

"Even if you weren't playing, I would probably already be there," Hawke admitted, giving me a wink. "Maybe Anders will join me for a chance to hear you sing."

Anders raised his eyebrows at Hawke. "I enjoy the taverns as much as any man," he argued.

I felt there was more to this argument and I didn't want to be a part of it. "See you later then," I said, backing toward the door. I left them to their conversation, wanting to read a couple chapters before going to the tavern. I also had to do a report for Branwen and sketches for Josephine.

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I felt accomplished as I headed to the tavern, finishing my report for Branwen. My first official Inquisition report. I was a part of the team! I hummed to myself as I hurried down the stairs toward Herald's Rest, swinging my lute in one hand. My heart was thumping from nerves, not having done the tavern gig in a while.

Skyhold was fairly quiet, most everyone either eating dinner or finding other ways to spend their evening. I pushed open the door to the tavern, glancing around to see if any of the gang were here. The tavern was packed tonight, and I squeezed myself between people to make my way to the bar.

"Good fight today," a voice said behind me. I turned to find Stroud grinning at me. "Though I wouldn't have expected anything else."

I laughed and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Honestly, it was luck on my side today. I mean, you saw me with those spiders. It's nice of you to say so though."

"I did see you with those spiders, but as I recall, you have been training since then," he countered, his eyes sparkling. I wonder if it was the lighting that made him seem more attractive, or just the fact he was giving me compliments. Stroud turned to the bar. "Two ales, please." Cabot handed Stroud the tankards. Stroud handed one to me with a smile.

"Oh, thank you," I said in surprise, not expecting him to buy me a drink. "I didn't realize you were still at Skyhold."

"I figured I would stay as long as the Inquisitor needed me and the Wardens. We feel we have a lot to make up for," he told me, leading me to a table.

"Well, you weren't demon summoning," I defended, wondering why he felt as if he were to blame. You were. Nightmare told me. Or are you afraid of what he will think if he finds out you have one in you. Not just any…me.

"No, but I just feel that this is what I should be doing," he told me, taking a sip from his cup. I took a sip too, loving the taste of Dragon Age ale. Was it dwarven? I'd have to ask Varric.

"It's very commendable," I assured him, taking another sip. "Is this Dwarven?" I asked him, pointing to the cup.

"I heard about it, but I can't actually believe it!" Dorian exclaimed behind me, hands in my hair. "Why would you do that to yourself? If you wanted a new look, we could have got you a new outfit."

I turned on him, rolling my eyes. "It wasn't my choice. Oberyn started this haircut, Krem just finished it," I argued. "Is it really that bad?" I put a hand to it, self-conscious.

"Not bad," he began. "Just…different."

"So…bad," I frowned. "Can't you just lie to me?" I laughed.

"I think it suits you perfectly. Very attractive," Stroud told me and Dorian quirked an eyebrow while I blushed.

"Iron Bull has our usual table. I know it's been a while for you since coming here, but I'd appreciate it if you made the effort to look for us." His smirk came to his face. "It's hard to miss this face," he told me, giving me a radiant smile.

"Oh Lord! I was catching up with Stroud," I informed him. "I wasn't ignoring you guys."

"Explain that to Bull," Dorian countered. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I told Stroud, grabbing my ale and following Dorian. "Thank you very much for the ale! Join us later!"

He watched me leave with a smile, raising his glass. "Can that man be any more obvious?" Dorian asked me, as we wove through the crowd.

"About?" I asked, trying not to spill any ale, bumping into people as we made our way to the table.

"About what?! Come now Kassy, you can't be serious?" He sat in a chair next to Varric and I took the one next to him. "The man is clearly besotted with you."

"Who?" Bull asked as I sat down, his posture relaxed as usual.

"Stroud," Dorian informed him and Iron Bull nodded in understanding, a teasing grin on his face.

"I don't know how many times he has sang your praises to me about the Fade," Blackwall joined in and I wondered why Stroud was talking about me to Blackwall. Hey! Blackwall was here! I glanced around to see who else was here.

I saw Cole sitting on a barrel near us, his mind elsewhere as he took in the tavern. Sera sat at the edge of the table, her focus in and out based on the conversation. Bull and Krem were there, both with two empty tankards already in front of them. Varric, Hawke, and Anders were there too, all clearly actively listening to the conversation.

"I lost count on how many times he just brings you up in our conversations," Hawke added, clearly annoyed. "I wonder if Curly found out yet."

"Now that would be something to witness," Varric laughed, thinking about it. "Is Curly coming tonight, maybe we can-."

"No!" I interrupted. "No interfering with my love life boys," I scolded, pointing a finger at him and Hawke.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Hawke said with fake sincerity. I sighed, drinking more ale. "Hey Varric, is this Dwarven?" I asked, pointing to the tankard.

"No," Varric informed me. "You'd be a lot more drunk." I laughed, and we all cheered to that.

"That one says you're going to play, yeah?" Sera asked, nodding toward Blackwall, her blonde hair messier than usual. What did she have in it today? Did they even have jelly here?

"I was thinking about it. Any requests?" I asked, glancing around the table. "Dorian?"

"Something fun," Dorian told me with a wink. "Preferably something that gets my foot tapping."

"So, the usual?" I laughed. He shrugged, taking a drink from his tankard.

"I have specific tastes," he replied. "Survival in love maybe." I shook my head and took a large gulp of ale, before grabbing my lute and adjusting it. I strummed a few chords, thinking about what song to do. For some reason, "I will survive" by Demi Lovato was stuck in my head today.

"At first I was afraid. I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live. Without you by my side. But then I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong. And I grew strong. And I learned how to get along." I stood up, gaining the attention of more people as I sang, my group already entertained. I didn't know how people would receive this song, but I thought I should show them all aspects of my world of music.

"Go on now go walk out the door. Just turn around now. Cause you're not welcome anymore. Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh no, not I. I will survive!" I grew up with this song, but I liked the way Demi portrayed it, so I tried to imitate her. I moved my hips, and strutted around the tavern, getting tankards raised toward me in approval. I fell on Blackwall's lap, singing and he gave a throaty laugh. I finished it, standing up on a chair, getting the usual applause at the end of the song, and I thought of an idea, glancing over at Bull.

I grinned at him. "Help me out?" I asked, seeing amusement on his face.

"What you have in mind, Rift?" He gulped some ale and brought it down, his attention on me. "Copy me," I told him glancing at the others. "You guys too. Make it loud until the song is done." I jumped down from the chair, and I pounded the table a couple times and clapped setting the rhythm. Bull grabbed his empty tankard following along, while Hawke used his hands, amused. The others caught on, amused at the game I had them playing. "Perfect!" I mouthed to them, keeping the rhythm going. Glances were pointed toward our table, confused. I turned to Hawke and started to sing "Rock you" by Queen.

"Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise. Playing in the street, gonna be a big man some day. You got mud on your face, you big disgrace. Kicking your can all over the place, singing. We will, we will, rock you! Come on! We will, we will rock you!" I grabbed my lute, starting the guitar part, encouraging them to keep going. I was slowly making my way around the tavern, having them feel like a part of the song. Other people were joining in on the rhythm and I smiled, seeing some getting really into it. I started the second verse, acknowledging those who were doing the rhythm and getting cheers from tables as the song progressed. I passed Stroud, stopping a moment to sing to him, continuing to the others. My table started singing the chorus with me, Sera very loudly, getting many others to do the same. Eventually, most of the tavern was singing the last chorus with me, the rhythm continuing, almost deafening.

"We will, we will rock you, singing! We will, we will rock you. Everybody! We will, we will rock you. We will, we will rock you!" I ended the song and everyone erupted into applause, cheering and whistling filling the small tavern. I assume because they liked being a part of the music.

I spotted Cullen coming in with confusion at the end of the song, understanding dawning on his face when he saw me. His eyes met mine and I smiled at him, gaining a fell fledged Cullen smile. I felt my stomach flutter and I turned to the rest of the group. "I'm going to slow it down with this last song," I told everyone and they groaned.

"Alright, now," I said, holding up my hands. "I'll be back soon with more. I'm just a little sore from training, which some of you might get." I saw a few head nods and I smirked. I saw Cullen move through the crowd to get a better view of me. "Warrior" by Beth Crowley was on my mind lately, and I began to strum the intro, needing to watch my fingers since I wasn't a pro with this song. "You fascinated me. Cloaked in shadows and secrecy. The beauty of a broken angel. I ventured carefully. Afraid of what you thought I'd be. But pretty soon I was entangled."

I peeked up at Cullen as I sang, hoping he knew that he was a part of this song, more then he could know. "Teach me how to fight, I'll show you how to win. You're my mortal flaw, and I'm your fatal sin. Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin. Put me to the test, I'll prove that I'm strong. Won't let myself believe that what I feel is wrong. I finally see what you knew was inside me all along. That behind this soft exterior, lies a warrior."

I saw Iron Bull's soft smile of understanding, probably liking that he was part of the training that made me a warrior. I closed my eyes as I continued singing, glancing occasionally at my fingers, surprised people were into this song. I thought for sure they would think the songs I chose tonight were duds. I focused on Cullen as I got to the end of the song, hypnotized by his warm golden gaze. "The pictures come to life. Wake in the dead of night. Open my eyes, I must be dreaming. Clutch my pillow tight. Brace myself for the fight. I've heard that seeing is believing."

Cullen joined in on the applause, giving me his half smile. The tavern went back to its usual activity, cutting off the connection to Cullen and me. I made my way back to my table, smiling at the crew. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked them, knowing I'd get an honest response.

"What exactly is outer space?" Dorian asked me and I realized I needed to be more careful with my song choices.

"Well," I began, thinking of how to explain aliens and planets to him.

"I liked when everyone sang along," Cole interrupted, probably sensing that I didn't want to answer Dorian's question. "There was happiness. More songs should be that way."

"Great performance," I heard Stroud compliment me, bringing more tankards to the table. He set them down, gesturing for the table to have them before looking back at me. "I haven't heard songs like those before."

"She is an original," Hawke replied, grinning at me, twinkles in his eyes. "She's the full package."

I glared at Hawke and he winked at me, biting his lower lip. The rest of the table snickered, Dorian almost choking on his ale. "Curly!" Varric called, a huge grin on his face. Bull shook his head in amusement, pleased with the events going on before him.

Cullen joined us, nodding in greeting to the table. "We were just telling Stroud what a delight Captain is," Hawke informed Cullen, his smile probably hurting his cheeks. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Dorian hid his smile in his tankard, and I saw Krem hide his behind a fake cough. "Uh..yes..I suppose she is," Cullen replied, grabbing the hilt of his sword.

"Suppose?" I questioned him, my eyebrows raised. Honestly, that was his response?

"Well…I mean…Maker's breath," Cullen replied with a sigh. "Of course, you are. I didn't mean any insult by my reply."

"I suppose not," I told him, causing Bull to full out laugh. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen, and Sera," I added knowing she'd object to me including her with the boys. "I have work to finish for Josephine, so I'm going to call it a night."

I gave them all a wave, before leaving what could be a very awkward situation. I brushed past Cullen, heading towards the exit door. I felt the wind on my face as I stepped out of Herald's Rest, and couldn't believe how hot I got in the crowded room. I headed to the stairway, sitting on the third step, seeing if Cullen was going to follow me. I heard crunch of boots on dirt and glanced up, seeing his blonde curls in the darkness. "You suppose?" I repeated, standing up, still not believing he said that.

"I was caught off guard," Cullen replied, rubbing the back of his neck. We walked up the stairs, toward his office, his stride matching mine. We strolled in silence, him probably not wanting to put his foot in his mouth again.

"I suppose," I teased him again and he groaned, opening the door to his office.

"You aren't ever going to let this be, are you?" He asked me, his smirk still there.

"No," I replied, turning to kiss him full on the mouth. "But I know a way you can make it up to me." His hands captured my face and he kissed me again deeper. "My bed?" I asked against his lips and he kissed me hard again, his hands moving down to my hips. He moved to kiss my neck and I moaned. I walked backwards, slowly, grabbing his hand and leading him to my room.

He shut the door behind him when we got to my room and he started unbuckling my belt, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. I ran my palm against his stubble, feathering kisses on his jaw. Cullen moved us to the bed, and I heard a sound at the door. We both froze, focusing on the noise from the door. It sounded like someone trying to unlock a door with a bobby pin. That door led to the collapsed rampart.

Cullen put a finger to his lips, quietly leaving the bed and heading to the door. I sat up, getting a better view. Reaching out a hand, Cullen quickly threw open the door, sword drawn out. I did a double take, confused at what I was seeing. A blonde elf with a skull mask was staring at us with surprise on his face. No way. This was too unreal. Why the hell was he here? At my door?

Maker's breath, when did that door even get a lock? Most importantly, why was Zevran here?