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Chapter 20

The gates to the Winter Palace were large and impressive. I never really looked at the entrance of the palace except to do quests. The Inquisition were impressive in their matching colored outfits. I mean, the men still looked like the Nutcracker, but they were rocking the suits and masks. At first, they all complained about wearing the masks, well, all of them except Dorian. He was ecstatic and offered to provide entertainment if we provided him with five scarves. Unfortunately, everyone but Branwen and I voted no to that. They didn't know what they were missing and I really wanted to know what he did with those scarves. Seriously though, what did he do with them?

I smoothed out the blue fabric of my dress, glancing at the advisors in front of me, feeling a bit self-conscious. Josephine and Leliana were just so gorgeous. Everyone here is so attractive. Even Solas in his way. I glanced over at Solas who was staring at Branwen from the corner of his eye. Branwen was regal in her red and gold dress, standing out from the rest of us. The leader we needed. My eyes went to Cullen's back and I gave a half smile. He was focused and in full Commander mode, his broad shoulders straight and determined.

I let out a deep breath and Bull bumped into my arm. "Nervous, Rift?" He asked in a low voice. I glanced over at him and gave a small nod.

"A little," I told him, knowing there would be a bigger, more judging audience. "I'm hoping the plan works."

"You'll do fine, Rift," he assured me, giving me a little boost in confidence. He gave me a small smile and I smiled in return, determined to not let my nerves take over. You got this Captain King. You. Got. This. You'll distract the crowd so that the Inquisitor won't be missed. She has the hard part. You have it easy.

Alistair had entered before us, more than ready to help our cause. He was regal in his black and silver outfit, making me wish that we had those colors as well. None of us really had time to talk before leaving, set on the tasks we had assigned. I took a deep breath, gathering myself and reminding who I was walking with. I am part of the Inquisition, no time for stage fright.

We arrived at the gates and Gaspard stood smiling as he noticed the Inquisition. "Inquisitor! I am so happy to see you attended. A word please?"

Branwen nodded to him, strutting to meet him with authority. Josephine led us through the gardens, toward the main entry. Many people were strolling the paths, taking in the new arrivals."We shall wait for the Inquisitor in the main hall," Josephine informed us as we headed up the stairs to the doors. "I'll wait for her here."

"If you say so, Josie," Leliana told Josephine, heading through the doors and toward the staircase. I felt a gasp escape me as I took in the castle around me. It was more breathtaking then in the game. Everything looked like something from a fairytale. I spun around slowly, taking everything in. There were so many details to see, I couldn't choose where to start.

"Stop gaping at the walls and come along," Dorian told me, grabbing my elbow. I followed him up the steps, still taking everything in. I felt a fascinated smile on my face as I saw the carvings hit the light just right. Yeah guys, I want a castle.

"Are all palaces like this?" I asked Dorian. He glanced at me and glanced around the hall.

"Honestly, most places in Tevinter are ruins. However, I think most Orlesian architecture is this extravagant, yes." His grey eyes landed back on me, gesturing to my outfit. "Speaking of extravagant, you look rather stunning standing next to me."

I laughed and winked at him. "Yes. We make a perfect pair." He offered his arm and I accepted, smiling at him. "Are these like the Tevninter gatherings?"

Dorian smirked. "More or less. I can picture my mother coming and pulling on my ear, taking me away." I laughed and he patted my hand at the top of the stairs. "If you are done with the quizzing part of the evening, we best start listening for information. You never know what some people let slip out to impress."

I nodded in understanding as he let go of my hand, giving me a smile goodbye. I watched him walk off and I licked my lips, going the opposite direction to start eavesdropping. I walked slowly, passing Leliana who watched me with her eyes as she talked to a noble. Most of the conversations were about what others were wearing. I past a group of women, giggling about the men that were there. I heard the Commander and I couldn't help myself. I approached the group, casually pretending that I belonged. The women chuckled and glanced at me. "Ladies," I told them, admiring their outfits. "Your dresses are amazing! You make little ole me feel so underdressed!"

The other women looked at each other before glancing back at me, hesitant to ask her question. "You came with the Inquisition, did you not?"

I smiled at the woman, taking in her ruffled layered pink and purple dress. "I did," I answered, putting on a big smile.

"Is the Commander with anyone?" Another of the women asked in a staged whisper. "Did anyone see if King Alistair had a wife?"

I laughed and smiled at them. "No to both," I informed them, grinning. "You will have to get a dance in. I hear the Commander is excited for dancing. As for King Alistair, he has been anticipating the dancing since his arrival."

"Really?" The first woman said with a smile. "I'll inform my daughter." She glanced around to see if she could spot her.

"I should get going, but have an amazing time ladies," I told them in goodbye, doing a small wave and fake smile. "Enjoy your dancing."

I smiled a little to myself, knowing that Cullen didn't dance. If it wasn't me doing it, Dorian would have. Besides, we need attention on others and away from the Inquisitor during the ball. I saw two men talking quietly and I thought I heard a couple names that seemed important. My eyes were on them and I headed toward them casually, leaning against the railing of the stairs. There were too many voices for me to hear them properly. I side stepped a little, bumping into someone. "So sorry," I told them, glancing at them briefly and touching their arm. I noticed the red of the suit and I glanced up at Cullen. He had a bit of a smirk and I smiled at him. "Oh, hey! You are already the talk of many women around here," I informed him. "I don't see how you wouldn't be, looking like the Nutcracker Prince."

"Nutcracker Prince?" He asked me, his scar lifting into a smile. "I doubt I'm the topic of conversation between anyone."

"Commander," I started to explain to him. "You are the ideal man that all women want their daughters to marry. Well, you and Alistair. I wouldn't be surprised if you two were busy dancing with all the daughters this evening."

Cullen rolled his eyes. "That won't be happening. I don't dance."

I turned to him fully, giving him my full attention. "In the words of Liliana then, just stand there and be pretty." I gave him my full-fledged smile and his smile softened as he looked at me. "What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"I just didn't get a chance to see you in your dress," he told me, grabbing my hand. "You are beautiful," he said softly. I blushed and smiled at him, wanting to kiss him, but knowing that he had a part to play tonight.

"Thank you," I responded quietly, not used to compliments. Especially from men who were Cullen. I grinned at him, taking my hand back so it wouldn't be obvious we were together. The doors opened to the hall and Branwen came through them, walking confidently up the steps, Josephine following behind her. Cullen and I exchanged glances and he smiled before holding out his arm for me to grab.

I accepted it, smiling at him as we made our way toward the door. I took in all the dresses and outfits around me. There were so many different masks and hats. It was crazy. Orlais definitely knew how to make masks. I wanted one. One with awesome feathers. I wanted one almost as bad as I wanted one of the ball masks from Labyrinth. I peeked over at Cullen and felt very confident all of the sudden. I was walking with Cullen, in public, dressed up, at a ball.

We made it through the doors and I laughed when we entered the ballroom. It was even bigger than in game and I felt like I should be in Phantom of the Opera or Anastasia. There were many people watching our entrance into the ballroom and I reminded myself silently to keep my shoulders back and walk like a book was on my head. I couldn't stop turning my head to take in the wall decoration, the ballroom floor, the way the lighting made the palace magical. "This is incredible," I said out loud, glancing up at the ceiling. How much time it took to make this place, I couldn't imagine.

Cullen laughed and led us to Josephine, who was talking with Leliana. She glanced at us as we approached, smiling in relief. "Good. We are all here," she told us. Branwen joined us a second later, glancing around nervously.

"Uh, Josephine. Gaspard mentioned something about introductions?" Her voice was a bit unsteady, but her face didn't show it. I could tell she was uncomfortable with the whole ball thing.

"Yes. Gaspard will be introduced first and walk down the stairs. You will be after," she informed Branwen. "It's as if you have never attended a ball before."

Branwen gave Josephine a half smile. "I'm Dalish, Josephine. We don't have many balls. None that I'm invited to anyhow."

Josephine gave an apologetic face. "I'm sorry Inquisitor. Of course, I should have thought of that. Just wait until your name is called before walking. We will all be right behind you. It will be me first, Leliana second, Cullen third and Kassy last."

I raised an eyebrow, then remembered she couldn't see it. "I'm entering with you guys?"

Josephine nodded. "You are the Inquisitor's gift to the Empress. You will be presented then. King Alistair will be announced after us of course."

"Of course," Branwen said with a hint of teasing. "A lot of pomp for one event."

"Yes, but necessary," Josephine informed us. "Gaspard is heading over. Work your charm."

"You have a lot of faith in my charm," Branwen muttered, putting on a warm smile and heading over to Gaspard. Josephine had us go down the stairs and line up, and I hoped we would get this over quickly. I felt like a kid having to do a presentation and it wasn't even the hard part yet. I felt Cullen's hand on mine for a moment and I glanced up at him. He was in Commander mode now and I took his cue, standing straight and with purpose as I let go of his arm.

"And now presenting, Grand Duke Gaspard de Chalons! And accompanying him; Lady Inquisitor Lavellan! Vanquisher of the rebel mages of Ferelden, crusher of the vile apostates of the mages underground! Champion of the Blessed Andraste Herself!" Branwen bowed to Celene before heading down the stairs. Her grace remarkable. Oh, to be an elf! I watched how she moved slowly and with purpose. Every step gaining attention. I peeked back at Solas and saw him giving a small smile as he watched her. It was almost like he was proud of her.

"Accompanying the Inquisitor: The Lady Inquisitor's elven serving man, Solas!" I forgot they call him a man servant! I kept from laughing but a small smile made it on my face. "The Iron Bull, leader of the famed mercenary company Bull's Chargers! As the name might imply. Lord Dorian Pavus, member of the circle of Vyrantium. Son of Lord Magister Halward Pavus of Asariel."

"Lady Josephine Cherette Montilyet of Antiva City! Ambassador of the Inquisition." Josephine started her way down, the crowd still whispering over Branwen's entrance. She owned the court, knowing how to play their games. I licked my lips, knowing we would be soon.

"Lady Leliana, Nightingale of the Imperial Court! Veteran of the Fifth Blight! Seneschal of the Inquisition and Left Hand of the Divine!" Leliana strutted down, and I noticed they left out her being a mistress to those three people. Odd. What would they say about me.

"Ser Cullen Stanton Rutherford of Honnleath! Commander of the forces of the Inquisition. Former Knight-Commander of Kirkwall." Cullen began his walk down the stairs and I heard many of the women start to whisper about his single status. I wanted to smile, but I resisted the urge.

"And Kassandra Kay King, Captain of the Inquisition! The Inquisitor's gift for Empress Celene!" I walked slowly like the others. Praying to God I didn't trip over my dress. I made it down the steps and felt eyes on me. I kept my chin up, chanting to myself. You are Captain King. You are Captain King!

"Cousin," Gaspard began as I arrived, standing next to Cullen. "My dear sister." So far this was word for word. Creepy.

"Grand Duke. We are honored by your presence," Celene told him, with a bow of her head. Well there we go. Different now.

"Let's not waste time with pleasantries. We have business to conclude," Gaspard told her.

"We shall see to negotiations after we see to our other guests," she informed him. "Lady Inquisitor. Welcome to the Winter Palace. Allow me to present our cousin," Celene said, gesturing to the woman next to her. "The Grand Duchess of Lydes, without whom, this gathering would never be possible."

"What an unexpected pleasure," Florianne told Branwen. "I was not aware the Inquisition would be part of the festivities. Or that you would be bringing us a gift. We shall speak later, Inquisitor."

Celene paid no attention to Florianne's exit, focusing on Branwen. "Your arrival is like a cool wind on a summer's day."

"It's an honor to be here, your majesty," Branwen replied, earning a smile from Celene.

"We have heard tales of your exploits, Inquisitor. They have made entertainment for long evenings." She tiltled her head and gave a small smile. "How do you find Halamshiral?"

Branwen grinned at Celene. "I've never seen anything to equal the Winter Palace," she informed Celene.

"We hope you will find time to take in some of its beauties. Feel free to enjoy the pleasures of the ballroom, Inquisitor. We look forward to your gift of entertainment and watching you dance." Branwen bowed and turned to head up the steps that Gaspard went up. We all followed, Cullen offering me his arm to go up the steps again.

"Are you ready?" He asked me in a low voice. I noticed his moment of dropping the Commander mode, his eyes on me with hesitancy.

I nodded and gave him a grin. "No need to worry, Commander. When am I ever not?" I let go of his arm at the top of the stairs, winking at him before heading toward where I saw the musicians. Of course, they were back at the bottom of the stairway.

"King Alistair of Fereldan! Veteran of the Fifth Blight! Former Grey Warden!" I watched as Alistair walked down the steps, many people losing interest in the introductions after Branwen left. I carefully went back down the stairs to where the dancers had begun to pair off for dancing. Many of the women were pointing at Alistair, making him blush as he came to the bottom of my stairs. I grinned at Alistair, hoping he recognized who I was.

"King Alistair," I greeted him, stopping and nodding. "I hope they have proper cheese for you here," I told him, glancing up at the crowd. "I think many single ladies are going to try to win your heart tonight…among other things."

Alistair laughed and blushed slightly. "Is that really what's going on here? I'll not let that distract me…too much. I mean, we all have big parts to play here. Well, some bigger than others. So, I will dance and eat cheese to help."

"How did you know it was me?" I asked him, glancing around. "It could have been anybody."

Alistair chuckled and glanced back at me. "That wasn't a joke was it? With you being introduced not five minutes ago and the whole no Orlesian accent?"

I heard a duh, sound in my head and I blushed. "Go eat cheese," I told him, leaving him chuckling on the stairs. I headed toward the musicians, ready to start the entertainment. The sooner Branwen found the blackmail the better. What song to start with? I had so many I thought would be good to sing tonight, but how to start?

I told myself to keep it to Disney tonight with occasional other ones to help keep it more ball like. I saw what looked like a piano and I smiled to myself, knowing only some Disney songs on piano. Let's do this then. I approached the band and smiled at them. "I'm the entertainment curtesy of the Inquisitor to her majesty."

They nodded in understanding and I sat at the piano, glancing over at them. "When you get the feel of the song, feel free to join in." They all stared at me in confusion and annoyance, but I ignored them, starting off with Beauty and the Beast. A favorite of mine. I started off the introduction, surprisingly with ease. Don't blow this! I told myself. Many of the onlookers were surprised that a lone piano was playing, but I continued, not letting their faces of judgement throw me. "Tale as old as time. True as it can be. Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly." Violins joined me and I glanced at them in surprise and with a smile, loving the way it sounded.

Surprisingly, people made their way onto the dance floor, waltzing. So, they did waltz here. Awesome. Alistair already was on the dance floor, his smile charming and effortless. He was on top of his game I guess. The other instruments joined and it sounded almost like the actual version of the song, but even better.

The crowd gave an appreciative applause and I curtsied to them. The musicians waited to see if I was going to do another performance and I ran through piano songs I knew in my head. I knew a grand total of Disney songs on piano, plus Shall we Dance from the King and I. Let's break out "Go the Distance." I slowly began playing it, wondering how the audience would dance. A group of people started doing a synchronized dance and others joined in. Must be one that was known here. Very Jane Austen, Orlais. "I can go the distance. I will find my way, if I can be strong. I know every mile, will be worth my while. When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong."

I kept my smile on as I sang, glancing around the hall for familiar faces. Leliana caught my eye giving me a lopsided smile before turning back to the noble in front of her. More people were on the dance floor and others were looking down from the railing at me, acting as if it was a concert, rather than a ball. Good. So, the plan was working so far. I began to just play a medley of Disney songs, hoping to entertain but give my voice a rest. It was tough having to sing loudly so that most everyone can hear.

Blurs of colors flashed by as the guests twirled and bowed to each other, their dancing almost more entertaining than my music. I needed something more upbeat before going to another waltz so I started playing "Shall We Dance." I quickly glanced at the strings as they smiled, quickly joining in, somehow feeling the gist of how this song went. I saw them watching my hands as I played, paying attention to the tune. I nodded and grinned at them, loving how it sounded already. "We've just been introduced, I do not know you well. But when the music started, something drew me to your side. So many men and girls, are in each other's arms-. It made me think we might be, similarly occupied."

Many smiling faces came out onto the dance floor for this, including Josephine. I nodded to her as she spun past me. Alistair had a new woman on his arm and he looked like he was in the middle of telling a joke as the music started swelling. "Shall we dance? On a bright cloud of music shall we fly? Shall we dance? Shall we then say "Goodnight and mean "Goodbye"? Or perchance, when the last little star has left the sky. Shall we still be together, with our arms around each other? And shall you be my new romance? On the clear understanding, that this kind of thing can happen, shall we dance? Shall we dance? Shall we Dance?"

I heard laughter and I briefly looked up, not confident in the keys to this song at all. I saw many nodding their heads at each other and spinning, their gowns swooshing and creating a scene from a movie. I continued with the song, singing and still baffled that the other musicians were following the song. The song came to an end and there was a rupture of applause as people turned to me, clapping. I stood and curtsied, giving them a toothy grin. I leaned over to the nearest violin player, asking for a lute or guitar. The musician nodded, whispering to the other musicians. "We have one in the music room, my lady. If you could wait a few minutes while it is retrieved. You earned a rest."

"Uh, thank you," I replied. "I'll be back in a few minutes then," I said rather nonchalantly.

So far you haven't ruined everything. Plans don't always stay on track though. They can only be entertained by you like this for so long before you are old news. Do you really have anything up your sleeve? This isn't the most thought out plan. Nightmare hissed.

Of fucking course, he'd be here. I bit my lower lip, worried that he was right. How long can this last? We were only an hour in and I knew we wouldn't be this lucky for very long. Half of that was me playing Disney songs. I went up the stairs, taking my time. At the top, I searched for one of the Inquisition, wanting to see how things were going with Branwen.

I heard several giggles and a "Commander!" from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing a group of women surrounding Cullen. I spun around, not being able to keep the smirk from my face. Cullen was a popular one tonight. I slowly walked toward the group, wanting to see what they were saying. "Dance with my daughter, Commander?" "You do dance, don't you Commander?" "Is someone as handsome as you single, Commander?"

Cullen was blushing, but he put on a heart stopping smile. "I don't dance, but thank you for the offer. If I accepted every dance this evening, I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. From dancing that is." His hand went to the back of his neck and the women sighed. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't blame them. I felt that way almost all the time with him.

"That's a shame, Commander." "Are you sure, Commander?" "Marry me, Commander?" I said and the women around me giggled and shook their heads. Everyone asking him so many questions at once, that no one could be sure who asked what. Except Cullen, whose eyes went to mine and his scar twitched into a one-sided smile. I gave a small smile, backing away from the others and heading toward a balcony, needing some fresh air. The ballroom was growing warm and the mask and dress didn't help for keeping me cool. I went and leaned on the balcony railing, instantly feeling better once the cool air hit my skin.

I breathed in a deep breath and let go slowly. I felt the wind blow in my hair and I sighed. Branwen, I hope everything was going okay. I heard footsteps coming onto the balcony and I straightened and turned toward them. Cullen was there, smiling at me. "Escaped from your admirers, eh?"

He chuckled and walked to me, smiling. "I told them King Alistair was looking for dance partners." I laughed, grinning at him. Cullen leaned on the railing next to me, taking in the courtyard below. "Leliana informed me that everything is going according to plan. The Inquisitor told her that with the other's help, they were able to find Briala and some of the other items."

I sighed in relief, not realizing that I was stressing out about it more than I thought I was. Being on this end of the job really sucked. The waiting and hoping the plan would go according to how I thought it would. "Thank God," I said quietly. "I hate being on the waiting end." I took off my mask, wanting the air to hit my face. "Now I know how you feel when we go on missions."

Cullen took off his own mask and lifted an eyebrow at me. "This is nowhere how I feel when you go on missions," he told me, grabbing my hand. "Trust me."

His whiskey eyes held my blue ones and I squeezed his hand, inching closer to him. "Dance with me tonight?"

"No," he told me, before shaking his head. "That is, I mean, I don't dance. I didn't mean to sound rude."

I laughed and placed a hip against the railing. "I don't know how to either here. We're the perfect pair. I'll look just as spazzy as you."

"Spazzy?" Cullen asked, as I started putting on my mask again. "I know how to dance, I just prefer not to." He followed my lead, putting his mask on as well.

"Then I'll be the only spazz out on the floor," I muttered to him, leaning in to give him a kiss. His hand went to my waist, pulling me toward him. My hands went to his chest, feeling the beating of his heart get faster. It was moments like these, out in the starry sky, in full out ball attire, that I'll remember forever. It was something out of a book.

Someone cleared their throat and Cullen and I jumped a little. Cullen stepped away from me, his hand running through his hair and I put my hands to my hips. Alistair leaned against the entrance, arms folded against his chest, a smirk on his face. "The Captain and Commander? Should have guessed that one."

"King Alistair," Cullen said, giving a little bow. His eyes flickered to me and I winked at him and gave a small smile. "Were you looking for me?"

"Actually," Alistair began, pushing off the wall and walking toward us. "Someone told all the women here, that I was available for any dance they wished." He gave a pointed look at Cullen. "Do you mind if I steal the Captain King here for a distraction tactic?"

"Remigold?" I asked hopefully. I just wanted to see him do it! Wait, did Alistair ask me to dance? I didn't know how? Were we going to waltz? Please, let it be a waltz!

"No!" Alistair stated right away, making me giggle. He tapped his foot, holding out his hand. "Care for a dance?"

I glanced briefly at Cullen, who was purposefully avoiding my eyes. It was just a dance. Just because he didn't want to dance, didn't mean I couldn't dance with Alistair. After all, you can't refuse the King. "Let's do this," I told him with a smile. "Fair warning, I'm not good."

Alistair looked relieved. "Thank the Maker. I have been counting steps in my head all night. It will be nice to finally not have to worry if I'm doing the steps correctly."

I put my hand in his and he placed it in the crook of his arm. Woah. He had practice with this. I looked at Cullen, smiling. "Don't be leaving me for one of those Orlesian girls," I warned him.

"Never," he told me, his eyes softening and gave me a smile that made the butterflies erupt. I blushed, wondering how he was able to make me blush even after everything we've done together. I kept my posture straight as Alistair led us to the staircase leading down to the dancefloor.

As the song started, I noticed it was only a waltz and I let out a mental sigh of relief. Alistair put his hand on my waist and grabbed my other hand. I put my other hand on his shoulder and we began to slowly turn around the floor with the other dancers. "Sorry to interrupt your moment on the balcony. I didn't know if I could stand one more dance where I talked about politics or marriage."

I gave him a beam. "Don't worry about it. It's not the first time we've been interrupted." He lifted me into the air and I was surprised by his strength. "Practice dancing with the other templars?"

Alistair laughed, and I forgot how genuine his laughter was. "Yes. All of us Templars got together, pairing off and hoisting each other into the air."

I chuckled at the thought, amused at how that would be. "Try any of the cheese yet?" I asked. He shook his head, sighing.

"I've been busy talking and distracting. Haven't had much time to go see what they had to offer." Our dancing got even faster and I felt a smile from the pace. Alistair grinned as well. "I thought you said you couldn't dance."

"I can't!" I exclaimed, laughing at the same time. "Must be a fluke?" He twirled me, and we strutted across the floor. Alistair was determined, but he laughed along with me, making sound effects as he twirled me and dipped me.

I heard murmurings and I glanced toward the guests. Alistair followed and shook his head at me, getting a mischievous smile. "Follow my lead?"

I nodded, wondering what he was thinking. He twirled me away from him and started shaking his hips. I laughed and followed his dance moves, and we circled each other, moving more salsa like. Dance party Alistair! Love it! I heard the talking get louder and people were getting off the dance floor, watching us with interest and confusion. Alistair kicked one of his legs out and started doing some tap like moves, his legs moving fast. I assumed this was the Remigold. I hoped it was at least. I tried to play along, kicking my legs fast too, trying to remember moves from the olden days. I began to catch on to his moves, and I saw his hands jazz handing in the air.

Alistair's smile was huge, as he grabbed my hand again, spinning me back into his arms. We finished the dance as a waltz and there was a bit of scattered applause. "It's hard to please," he muttered, a little out of breath.

I gave an apologetic smile and grabbed his arm as he escorted me off the dance floor. "At least we entertained. And I saw the Remigold."

"Liked that did you?" Alistair asked. He glanced around the ball room and sighed. "Back to work," he told me and I nodded. His eyes rested on the group of women staring at him with hopeful eyes.

"Good luck," I replied. Many eyes were on us as he left and a woman quickly averted her eyes as I glanced at her.

"Captain King," I heard Josephine say. I turned to her, putting on my best smile. "Interesting dance," she told me amused. I shrugged my shoulders, not really having a response to that. If Josephine didn't reprimand me for it, I call it a success. "I thought I would introduce you to my little sister," she told me. "Captain, this is Yvette."

I grinned reaching out a hand for introduction. Yvette looked at it for a second, before hesitantly reaching out a hand and grabbing it. "Nice to meet you, Yvette. Sorry, I guess we don't do handshakes here. I'll remember that."

Josephine giggled and turned to Yvette. "Captain King isn't familiar with the customs of Orlais. She comes from a very unique place."

Yvette had a sly smile on her face. "Tevinter?" Her eyes moved up my body before settling on my face. "The accent doesn't seem like it."

Everyone notices the accent tonight. "I hear you're an artist, Yvette." Yvette's face lit up and she turned to Josephine.

"Has my sister been telling you about my work?" She asked. "I didn't know you were telling stories about me. Perhaps I can do the same?"

"Yvette," Josephine warned. They shared a look that I knew all too well. I miss sharing that look with Sadie. I gave a sad smile in remembering before glancing at the musicians. I should really be getting back to my part of the plan.

"I should get back to performing," I told them in an apologetic way. "It was a pleasure to meet you Yvette. Maybe later you can fill me in on some of those stories about Josephine."

Josephine rolled her eyes and Yvette stifled a laugh. "Indeed. I look forward to your future performances."

I gave a nod to them, reminding myself to walk with shoulders back and tall. You got this Captain King. Only a little bit longer. A few more songs. Then hopefully, Branwen would be back to help us. I heard the giggles of the women again and I witnessed Cullen's fan group. He looked rather uncomfortable and he caught my eye as I passed, his face suddenly pleased. His whiskey eyes softened for a moment before it turned and I heard him ask if someone touched his butt.

Turning my focus back to where I was walking, I saw many people averting their glances from me before whispering to each other. They couldn't be more discreet about gossiping, could they? I felt a bit of anger that they were so obvious, but then remembered that our distraction was a success. They were focusing on Alistair and me, and not Branwen. However, if they wanted to hear about gossip, I'll give them a song about gossip and how it can ruin some people lives.

Liam and Sadie were obsessed with Hamilton. Their obsession spread to my parents and soon my other siblings. I was the only one not in love with that musical. I liked King George's songs, "Helpless", "Satisfied", and "Burn". So those were the ones I learned on guitar. Liam would sing them along with me. Burn would be the perfect song for these particular guests.

I felt determination in my chest and used that for my fuel, ignoring the aching feeling for Liam and Sadie. Those aches would never go away, and I was learning how to live with them now. I approached the musicians, glad to see the extra lute, lying on top of the piano. They finished their song, as I tuned my lute quietly, making sure not to interrupt them. As the final note played, the dancers bowed and curtsied to each other.

Adjusting my position on the piano bench, I caught the conductor's eye. He nodded to me, so far being able to catch on to the feel of how a song should be played. I took a deep breath, wishing I had grabbed wine or something to wet my mouth and throat. I played the beginning introduction of "Burn", allowing the music to fill me and get me into character.

"I saved every letter you wrote. From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine. You said you were mine. I thought you were mine." People casually glanced over. Listening to the lyrics as I read. "The world seemed to burn. Buuuuuuuuuurn."

The violins joined in softly and it sounded odd, hearing it with the lute. I was so used to hearing it with just the guitar. I loved how it made the song seem so much more dramatic with them being so prominent. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "You published the letters she wrote you. You told the whole world how you brought this girl, into our bed. And in clearing your name, you have ruined our lives." There was whispering again and I opened my eyes, feeling many eyes and whispers directed toward me. No one was dancing to this song. They seemed to realize it was entertainment and to be watched and perceived, not an accompanying. Give them a show, Kass.

"I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let the future historians wonder, how Kassandra reacted, when you broke her heart, and tore it all apart." I glanced at the people by the railings, seeing Alistair staring at me with an intense look on his face, wondering if this was a true story or not. Others just seemed excited about a song that had so much drama in it. "The world has no right to my heart, it has no right in our bed. They don't get to know what I said. I'm burning the memories." One of the musicians gave me a sad look as they pulled their bow across their strings. "I hope that you…burn."

There was a moment of silence as the song ended and everyone glanced at each other before I heard a single person applauding. I glanced over at the person, seeing Cullen clapping, his eyes fixed on me with the wonder of when I first arrived. Alistair joined in and soon the applause filled the whole room. I felt myself blushing, not sure that the performance warranted that kind of response. I stood and curtsied to everyone in response, not sure of what else I should be doing.

I set the lute against the piano as I sat on the stool, resting my fingers on the keys. When I was younger, I used to think I could play the piano super fast and be a genius at it, like my older sister. I was an amateur when it came to the piano though, being better at guitar than piano. Now was a time I wish I had those super powers again. I stretched my fingers and my eyes shifted over to where I last saw Cullen applauding. He was still there, many of the woman talking to him, but his eyes were on me, though I could tell he was trying to get back into Commander mode. I gave him a dreamy smile, starting to play the beginning of "So Close" from Enchanted.

Couples paired off and I saw Alistair walk onto the floor, escorting a woman in a green and gold dress. "You're in my arms, and all the world is calm. The music playing on, for only two." The conductor raised his arms and led the other instruments in slowly. I was still amazed at how they could pick up on what notes to play just by ear. They must be expertly trained here. "So close to reaching, that famous happy end. Almost believing, that this one's not pretend. And now you're beside me and look how far we've come. So far, we are, so close."

I noticed Branwen enter the ballroom as the song was coming to a close, and I followed her with my eyes. I wondered if she finished everything. Already? "So close. So close. And still, so far."

There was a woman talking to one of the musicians who glanced over at the conductor. I played the piano, mindlessly, letting my fingers choose easier Disney songs to play. I searched for Branwen, seeing her talking with Cullen. They both nodded to each other during the conversation, before Branwen left him and headed toward the other side of the ballroom. I followed her still, watching her get stopped by Florianne.

I forgot that Florianne would want to dance with Branwen and try to get us to investigate the royal wing. Not that we weren't going to. There was a tap on my shoulder and I glanced behind me to see Cullen standing there, surprising me. I finished the song early with a little flourish and stood, giving the musicians a nod. Giving Cullen a confused look, I followed him toward the edge of the dance floor. "It seems that there was a surprise visit from one of Lelianna's old friends."

Another person? Who coul-. "Morrigan," I said quietly and his scar twitched. "I forgot she was here. I knew, but I was trying to remember everything else."

"You knew?" Cullen asked, then shook his head. "Of course, you knew," he muttered under his breath. "Maker's breath, I wish you would tell me how you know so much."

I felt the guilt coming again and I wish I could too. He's been playing you this whole time. He doesn't love you. He was just told to act like it to figure out your secrets. To figure out how you know so much. To figure out your secret. You are just a mission that he has to succeed at to keep the Inquisition safe. They think you and your knowledge a threat. How could a man like the Commander, be interested in something like you? Nightmare hissed.

Damnit Nightmare! I don't have time for you! I pushed him away, but he battled against me, giving me a headache. Just ignore him Kassy. I forced my attention to Cullen. "Soon," I told him. "Morrigan isn't a threat though. She's actually a big help."

Music started to play and people were filing onto the floor. Cullen glanced over at the floor, watching the dresses swish as they got into position. I did the same, the couples reminding me of a jewelry music box I once owned. "May I have this dance?"

I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I turned and saw his hand extended out to me. His smile made my chest glow and I grinned at him. "I thought you didn't dance?"

His golden eyes held my blue ones and he grabbed my hand. "For you, I'll try."

He led me to the dance floor, his hand going to my waist. I put a hand on his shoulder and we began to join the others in the dancing. I saw Florianne and Branwen nearby, talking while they danced, but I only gave them a quick glance. Cullen's eyes still had the wonder from earlier and I felt self-conscious, blushing. "Stop staring at me like that," I told him, adjusting my hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head, his eyes getting darker. "No," he replied, his lips forming a half smile. We whirled and my dress swished with it. This dance was very different than the one with Alistair. Dancing with Cullen, was like no one else was there. We were just dancing together alone. With each other. If either of us were dancing incorrectly, neither of us cared or noticed. I felt him pull me closer as we danced, our faces free of expressions, except for our eyes.

I knew he was jealous of Alistair tonight. I knew he was wanting to know my past and how I knew so much about Thedas. I knew he wanted this night to be a success. I knew that it was a big deal for him to dance with me in front of everyone. I thought about that for a minute. "Cullen, what will the women say about you refusing dances all night, but you dance with the bard?"

Cullen gave me a small smile. "Let them talk," he told me. I gave him an astonished smile back and I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but was restraining himself. "You're more than a bard," he said softly. The dance seemed to be done too soon as the music stopped and there was polite applause for Branwen. Cullen escorted me off the floor, toward the doors that led out into the hall.

"Captain. Commander," Branwen said, gaining our attention. We glanced back at her and I let go of Cullen's arm. Branwen strutted toward us, her dress flowing around her as she walked. I gave her a confused look and she walked past us, leading us down the stairs, toward more private area.

We followed her, wondering what this was about. Did Florianne say something to surprise her? I stood close to Cullen, our arms brushing. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Branwen leaned toward us, her voice low. "Florianne says that there is something hidden in the royal wing of the palace. Do you know about this?"

"Did she say what it was?" Cullen questioned, while I searched my brain to remember what I was forgetting. The blackmail in her room, we knew about. What else?

"The rift," I said aloud, looking over at her. "There's a rift. A trap." Suddenly, the playthrough came back to me from previous Inquisitors.

"A rift?" Branwen asked. "What trap?" Cullen questioned. They both looked at me expectantly. Cullen had his arms folded across his chest, full Commander mode. Branwen had her hands on her hips.

"Florianne," I told them quietly. "I can't believe I forgot!" I put a hand to my head and my gaze flittered from one to the other. "This was her plan. Not only is she behind the assassination, she created a plan to lure the Inquisitor in and try to kill her as well."

"How do you forget something like this?" Branwen asked, a bit angry. I put my hands on my hips and met her eyes.

"I get why you'd be upset, but there is a lot to remember about this ball," I told her. "It's hard to shift through all the information I know and determine what goes where."

"What is the plan, Inquisitor?" Cullen asked in his Commander voice. Branwen's eyes went from Cullen to me.

"Kassy will lead us there," she told him, glancing around to make sure we were still in private. I nodded in understanding. "I should go before I'm missed." Her eyes went to me. "Are you able to meet me in ten minutes in the Royal Wing?"

"Of course, Inquisitor," I told her. She started to leave and I reached out and grabbed her arm. "Branwen, I'm really sorry I forgot…I can't believe I-." I felt the guilt at not just forgetting about Morrigan but the rift as well.

Branwen gave me a small smile. "It's alright. At least we know. To be honest, I'm glad I'm going to have you there. In case any more surprises come up. It's almost a relief."

"You should go before you are missed," I told her. She nodded and walked away from us, her steps commanding. Damn, to be an elf. I turned back to Cullen, knowing he was probably upset with me as well. He still had his arms crossed and his face was expressionless. "I know you're probably upset, seeing how I forgot another event. I honestly didn't leave it out on purpose. You know that, right? I would never put the-."

Cullen pushed me against the wall in the shadow of the alcove, kissing me deeply. I grabbed his face, a hand slipping into his hair. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine, sighing deeply. "Stay safe," he whispered. I let my other hand go back to his face and I smiled up at him.

"I will," I told him. "It's just a rift. She's closed so many without issues." I gave him another light kiss. "I love you," I mumbled against his lips. I gripped his coin that Varric helped me put on a leather string. I held it out to him and smiled. "I have luck on my side."

Cullen glanced down at the coin and back up at me, smiling. He reached a hand down to hold mine, pulling it to his lips, kissing it softly. "I love you, too." He let go of my hand and I smiled at him, not believing how much I loved this man. "The Inquisitor is waiting for you," he told me, taking a step back.

"Make sure we aren't missed," I told him, reaching up on his tiptoes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you soon, Lion."

He watched me walk away and I made sure to sway my hips, turning to give him a wink. He gave a soft laugh, his hand going to the back of his neck. I ran up the steps, heading toward the Royal Wing. I opened the door to the Royal Wing quietly, checking to make sure no one saw me. I heard a spell go off and I ducked, avoiding the spell. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, falling down.

"It's just Prophet, Sparkler," Varric said. I gathered myself, accepting the hand that was offered.

"Did you just fall for me, Captain?" Zevran asked, pulling me up. I rolled my eyes, smiling at him.

"I guess we just had to big of a spark," I joked, glancing over at Dorian. "I know that I was the center of attention tonight, but there is no need for that," I teased.

"My apologies," Dorian told me with a smirk. "Why aren't you making all the guests swoon with your words?" He asked me, leaning on his staff.

"I'm sure she has a very good explanation," Hawke told everyone, giving me a pat on the back. Everyone waited for me to respond and I gave a sheepish smile.

"I forgot Florianne created a trap to lure the Inquisitor to try to kill her so she won't interfere with plans to kill the Empress," I explained, blushing and tucking a stray hair behind my ear. Everyone just raised their eyebrows at me and crossed their arms. "I know, okay. Just, I had a lot to remember. It's just a rift. We've closed countless ones without issues."

I felt an ache behind my eyes and wondered if it was Fade or Nightmare. Ignoring it, I glanced around taking in the crew. "What's one more rift, right Rift?" Bull asked, handing me a sword. I took it, wishing I had my staff and my own sword. I unbuttoned my skirt and threw it in the corner of the room. The door opened again and Branwen came in, already unbuttoning her skirt. She took it off, her pants covered in blood.

"Captain fill you all in?" She asked as she accepted her bow and arrows from Zevran, and smiled at Solas when he gave her a leather vest to put on, also covered in blood.

"That she did," Varric responded, fixing Bianca on his back. "I don't like the sound of this."

Branwen scanned all of us, making sure we were all there. "Alright then," she began, smiling at us. "Let's close another rift and get out of here." Everyone readied their weapons, waiting for the Inquisitor to lead. She stared pointedly at me and I gave her a small wave. She sighed and shook her head before giving me an amused smile. "Care to lead the way?"

I felt myself blush again and I nodded. "Of course," I told her, regripping my sword. "This way. Stay close." Why are you being so stupid? Get your act together. You are Captain King, and you're a force to be reckoned with.

I led them through the door and I heard the group talking quietly to each other. "Blondie, you're quiet," Varric said and I turned back to briefly watch their interaction as Zevran tried unlocking the door to the unfinished hall.

Anders shrugged and leaned on his staff, tilting his head. "I was just thinking about what a cat that can't sleep says," he said nonchalantly. Hawke put a hand on Anders' shoulder and patted it.

"It is a question that keeps us all awake at night," Hawke told him. "Do you have any ideas?"

Anders stared him straight in the eye. "It's imPAWsible." Everyone just stared at him, even Zevran who stopped after hearing it. I felt a chuckle rise from me and soon it turned into a laugh that made me cry. I put my hands on my knees, trying to gain my breath back.

"You are the reason no one likes mages," Solas told him, his face serious. I had a new bout of laughs, can't believing Solas just said that.

"Nice job. You broke poor Kassy," Dorian told Anders, amusement on his face. He came and patted my back, and I was finally able to catch my breath. "Or are you breathless for me?"

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and eyes, taking a deep breath. "Always for you," I responded to Dorian, glancing at the others. "I am so sorry. Must be my lack of sleep." I saw Branwen push Zevran aside and pick the lock, opening the door. "Time to get moving again."

The feeling of euphoria from laughing was gone as I walked into the dark storage hall. We heard a scream and I glanced back at Branwen, who raised her bow, nodding to me. I adjusted the sword in my hand and led them past the crates, to the door the scream came from. "Ready?"

I pushed the door open and the bright green from the swirls of pre-rift floating around. Archers were training their arrows on us and Florianne's voice floated through the night air. "Inquisitor! What a pleasure! I wasn't certain you'd attend." She walked slowly, her face smug. "You're such a challenge to read. I had no idea if you'd taken my bait."

Branwen stepped in front of me, her hand behind her back. "If you're looking for another dance partner, I'm a little occupied." Dorian and Varric chuckled at that and I smiled as well. Go Branwen!

Florianne tilted her head, observing Branwen, fake concern on her face. "Yes, I see that. Such a pity you did not save one final dance for me." She flitted her wrist and gestured at the archers in front of her. "It was kind of you to walk into my trap so willingly. I was so tired of your meddling."

Branwen glanced over at me in her peripheral and I shrugged my shoulders. Florianne must have had spies watching the Inquisitor the whole time. The green shafts got brighter, and I looked at Solas to see if he was watching the green as well. "Corypheus insisted that the Empress die tonight, and I would hate to disappoint him."

Wow. I totally forgot she was working for Corypheus. What a bitch! No wonder I beheaded her! Branwen gripped her bow tighter. "Why kill the Empress? What does Corypheus want to achieve by this?"

"Celene's death is a stepping stone on the path to a better world," Florianne began. Interesting. "Corypheus will enter the Black City and claim the Godhood waiting for him."

"Who would want him as their God?" Hawke asked and Florianne glared at him.

"We will cast down your useless Maker and usher in a united world, guided by the hand of an attentive God." Her eyes bore into Hawkes and he didn't blink.

"You're royalty. Why help him attack your empire?" Branwen asked, gaining Florianne's attention again.

She laughed and smirked. "You think so small, Inquisitor. Why settle for an empire when Corypheus will remake the entire world?" I glanced quickly at Solas and then back at Florianne. Solas and Corypheus have one thing in common. Remaking the world. "I admit, I will relish the look on Gaspard's face when he realizes I've outplayed him. He always was a sore loser."

"What exactly do you get from this?" Branwen questioned, her eyes confused as Florianne laughed.

"The world, of course!" Florianne exclaimed. "I'll deliver the entire south of Thedas, and Corypheus will save me. When he has ascended to Godhood, I will rule all Thedas in his name." Yeah, right. He's playing you.

"You don't have to go through with this. There's still time to turn back," Branwen told her gently.

Florianne became smug and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, my dear Inquisitor. You are so naïve. In their darkest dreams, no one imagines I would assassinate Celine myself. All I need is to keep you and your assembly, out of the ballroom long enough to strike." She gave us fake sympathy. "A pity you'll miss the rest of the ball, Inquisitor. They'll be talking of it for years." Her attention went to her archers. "Kill him and bring me his marked hand." She turned and started walking away. "It will make a fine gift for the master."

Arrows were shot and I pushed Branwen out of the way, knowing it was coming, getting it stuck in my arm. "Fuck you, Florianne," I muttered. I got up as the rift exploded, breaking the end of the arrow and pulling it out, knowing I needed to deal with it later. I yelled as the arrow head left my arm and I stumbled up, wishing for my staff now. Arrows were flying and demons came flying from the rift. We all jumped into action, and magic was flying everywhere.

I ran, swinging my sword next to Bull, who was focused on a despair demon. I spun into the despair demon, making it disappear with Bull. I glanced around for the next target when I saw a greater terror, respawn behind Branwen while she focused on shooting toward an archer. No one was by her and I battled with helping her or contining with bull. I sprinted to her, swinging my sword, the pain in my right arm from the arrow, sending shooting shocks down my arm. I fought through the pain, but I swung too late as I bumped into Branwen, the greater terror attacking me. I lifted my sword again as I tried to get out of my current position on the ground as it respawned right in front of me and stabbed it as it stabbed me, right in the middle of my chest. I inhaled a deep breath, seeing arrows hit the greater terror and flashes of magic.

"Anders!" Branwen yelled, as she kept shooting arrows, glancing down at me. "Stay still, Kassy. We'll get you healed."

I felt the blood on my arm running down and I didn't feel the pain in my chest until I glanced down. As I saw the blue of my dress turn dark, I felt a breath-taking sharpness in my chest and I put a hand over it, my sword falling from my hand. Branwen stood in front of me, keeping any demons away. How did this happen? How did I make such a rookie mistake? It must have hit just right.

"Anders! Hawke! Solas! Dorian! Any mage that can help me heal? Now!" I knew I shouldn't but I glanced down again, seeing more blood from my chest. I tried to push past the pain struggling to get up. I focused all my will on it, wanting to stand and help with the fighting. I promised Cullen. Get up for Cullen!

I felt a blinding ache in my head and I panicked knowing what was starting to happen. Nightmare. Yes. It's me. You were too slow. Too stupid. Trying to be heroic. You aren't a hero. You are just a prop. A vessel. Going to take me home. Nightmare hissed.

"No!" I told him. I almost got back on my feet before I fell back onto my knees. I grit my teeth. Come on, Kassy. It's only a flesh wound.

"I'm coming, Captain!" Anders called. I ignored him, focusing on getting Nightmare away from this.

"Stop moving," Branwen ordered, still guarding me.

I watched your studies. I know how to control the fade and blood magic. I know how to wield the powers that lie within you. I know how to combine them. I know how to beat you. Nightmare informed me. I felt the blinding pain again and I yelled, hearing Branwen call my name. I couldn't control what was happening. I couldn't keep him back. I felt weak. Too much pain. I lost control of my body and suddenly, I wasn't the one seeing through my eyes anymore. It was too hazy. I was in the back seat of my own body.

Nightmare laughed, a horrible sound coming from my mouth, low and husky. He stood, the injuries not bothering him when he was in control. I took on the pain, while he used my body to do his bidding. I fought to get back, but he pushed me away. A battle of the minds.

"Kassy?" Hawke asked as he approached, Anders right behind him. Nightmare began walking, ignoring Hawke, focused on the rift. What was he planning on doing? Hawke grabbed my good arm, but Nightmare shrugged him off. "You have to let us heal you, Captain. Don't be a hero." Hawke stood in front of me, trying to get me to stop.

"You know all about heroics, don't you Hawke?" My voice wasn't me. It was as if I smoked five packs a day and ate gravel, the tone lower. "Just like how you saved your family? Right?"

Hawke's eyes widened in surprise, then he glared. "Nightmare."

Anders glanced at me as well, and I struggled to get back. "Fight him, Kassy. I know you're in there! Fight him! You can!"

I am! I'm trying! I felt myself draining as I tried, but I couldn't let him do whatever he was planning. "What is going on?" Branwen asked as she shot another arrow.

"Nightmare, I'm warning you," Hawke told him, his staff ready. Nightmare just laughed, touching the blood on my chest and holding out a hand, ice magic shooting from it. Hawke was blown back, surprised by the attack. There was a blue glow and Anders walked in front of me.

"You will feel Justice's burn!" He shouted. Awesome. Both of us possessed. We won't ever be able to do anything together ever again. I did not want my body broken by Anders. Come on Kassy! Focus! Anders blasted me with his blue magic and I went flying.

"It's still Kassy's body!" Branwen shouted. "Don't kill her!" She ordered, her attention going to us and back to the demons coming from the rift.

His glowing blue eyes went to Branwen. "I will have my vengeance!" He shouted. Bull head butted into him, surprising Justice, from out of nowhere. They both fell, and the blue started to flicker away from Anders. Nightmare wrestled with me as he stood, staggering.

"It's my turn now," he bellowed. We were running then, the blood still flowing. I couldn't believe my body was still able to move. He sprinted to the rift, stopping once he was close to the green light of it. I heard shouts behind me, but Nightmare ignored them. He put a hand on his chest, the blood flowing over it as he focused on the fade.

NO! NO! Fuck! I took every ounce of strength I had and lashed at him, managing to gain back my body, the pain unbelievable. I was too late though. The rift grew bigger and the humming louder. I saw the wound on my chest start to heal and wondered what was going on, when I realized a hand on my back. My legs gave out and I fell, arms catching me. "Kassy?" Branwen asked.

"Easy," Dorian told me, his hand still on me. Dorian. My breathing was labored from the run and I saw the others fighting the demons still coming from the rift. I noticed Hawke lying on the ground, Anders hovering over him. I did that. Nightmare did that. But I let Nightmare in. I couldn't let that happen again.

I glanced over at her, feeling Nightmare creeping up on me again. I wasn't strong enough to keep him back forever. I would have to make a choice. Either I was going to have to let him take over here, or in the Fade. I looked into Branwen's light blue eyes and I knew I couldn't risk hurting the Inquisition or their allegiance with Orlais. Now that he knew how to take me over and the power I had, I would be hunted by templars if Nightmare possessed me in front of the Empress.

I made a decision then. I had to keep them safe. I'd let Nightmare find a way back to his body and come back. I just couldn't risk hurting them. Hurting the cause. We've done too much. Nightmare was hovering on the very edge, fighting to get back. The war between us was too close for my liking. "Close the rift and finish the mission." She stared at me in confusion at first. I felt tears in my eyes as I thought of Cullen. I promised him I would come back okay. A promise I'd have to break. I grabbed the coin and gave it to her. "Give it to Cullen for me please?" I heard the break in my voice and she took it from me, still confused.

"I don't understand?" Branwen told me, her eyes following mine to the rift. "No, Kassy." Her voice was dangerous and she seemed panicked. "Not again."

"Close it and finish the mission," I repeated, taking my arm back from her, the adrenaline from my choice, allowing me to move. "You have too. Nightmare is too dangerous here."

"Kassy," Dorian's voice said with sadness. I turned to him, his grey eyes filled with plea. I felt my tears fall. I gave him a shake of my head, touching his arm.

"I have too," I told him, gasping as Nightmare pushed hard. I knew that I only had moments left and I glanced at them, wishing I had another answer. "I'm so sorry," I told them, before I faced the rift. I heard them call my name as I jumped into the rift, blackness the first thing I saw after a flash of blinding green light. Then the feel of falling happened once again.

Maker's Breath. Fuck.