Before Corypheus's Defeat
"I trust you, Solas," Rosen stated firmly. "I know you have secrets, things you can not reveal to me at this time. It is the same for me. I am not what you think. I am bound by a vow to my people not to reveal certain facts until my task is complete. And even then only to those who are trustworthy. But you are still my friend, and someday soon we shall have truth between us."
I.. Thank you, Rosen," he replied with clear surprise. "Your levels of kindness and understanding always astound me. Yes, someday soon we shall have truth between us. I will be greatly relieved on that day."
"As will I."
After Corypheus's Defeat - Before the Mark issue
Rosen, Dorian, Cole, Morrigan and Varric finally managed to locate Solas in an extremely remote area of the Emerald Graves. He approached him cautiously but confidentially with his mate at his side and his friends just behind them.
"Solas."
"Inquisitor Lavellen," Solas replied. He turned to the group with a look of resignation on his face. "I suppose you are here to attempt to stop me."
"Not at all, Solas," Rosen stated, slipping his left hand into Dorian's right as he spoke. "We are here to help you. And please, call me Rosen, as we have spoken of before. I am no longer the Inquisitor. The Inquisition has been disbanded by my order, and Skyhold is now truly mine. If the situation requires formality, call me High Prince Pavus."
"You are here to help me? Inquisition disbanded? High Prince Pavus?" Solas blinked repeatedly with wide eyes. He appeared completely thrown by Rosen's words of explanation.
"Yes. You are my friend still, Solas. For my part, at least. And I agree with what you are attempting. All of us here do. Yes, disbanded. I have claimed Skyhold as my home. The home where Dorian and I shall live and raise our family. He is my mate, and we have taken Cole in as our own. The first of as many children as the Maker chooses to bless our union with. I know who you truly are, Dread Wolf. I have always known. I am sorry that for the sake of the safety of my people, as well as myself and my mate, I could not reveal my true nature to those I trust before Corypheus was defeated. All those I trust know now. The rest have left Skyhold. Well, all but you, if you chose to still be one of us. We can help each other heal the world, Solas. I and my people are strong enough to hold back the powerful magical forces which will be unleashed when you pull down the veil. Then we will release and spread it out over the land gradually. To avoid the damage which would be caused by the magical backlash between the magic which will be unleashed and the magic already existing here. As for the others, the ones who betrayed you, we can also deal with them so they do not threaten this world and it's people."
"Truly, Rosen?" Solas inquired. He was clearly astonished by his statements and the information he had just shared. "I was unaware the dalish have such power. But of course, I will accept your help. And that of your people. I do consider us friends. And I am sorry I could not tell you who I am, even though you already knew. It was, as you say, an issue of safety. My safety."
"I am glad to hear you say so, Solas," Rosen stated with a smile. "I did not enjoy feeling at odds with you after everything you did. For me, and for the Inquisition. For the world. The elves do not have such power. Not even the ancient ones. I am not dalish, or even elven. It is safe from the eyes of others here. So if you wish it, I shall show you my true form. Also, before dealing with the veil, if you will trust me, Solas. With the assistance of the power I was given which I no longer need, I wish to heal your orb for you. I am responsible for its damage, after all, no matter how it happened."
"I told you that was not your fault, Inqui- Rosen." Solas studied him then, his expression wary but also hopeful. "You truly believe you can restore the orb?"
"I know I can. Without the fade power, I would need the assistance of another of my kind, but with it, I can do it on my own."
"I see. I would be most grateful to have the use of, and connection with, my orb again. I would also be very interested to know what sort of being has such power. You claim you are not of elven heritage?"
"I am not. The elves are descended from my people. Who are, of course, much older and much more powerful. We are also very secretive about our existence and society. For reasons of safety. Because of this, and your own experiences, Solas, I am sure you understand why I must have your word you will not speak of my other form to anyone who is not already aware of it."
"I do understand, Rosen, yes. You have my word I will only speak of it within this group."
"Thank you, Solas. Cassandra, Bull, and Krem also know the truth."
Rosen released his mate's hand, gesturing for Dorian, their adopted son, and friends to step back to a safe distance during his transformation. He also moved further away from them and Solas, turning to face them all.
The first thing that occurred was Rosen's intense blue eyes flashing, the red flaring like a ring of fire as a bright white light began to shine around him. His deep red hair was revealed to be pure white, and his body began to change both size and shape.
Rosen's tall and slender form expanded before their eyes to a size comparable to a massive boulder on a mountainside. His white-scaled body gleamed in the sunlight like a rippling river over rocks. His neck was long and sinuous, but still muscular and strong, rising above the group in a proud arch as those familiar and vivid blue eyes gazed down at them all.
Rosen's tail was similar, though tapering down into a sharp point at the end. His four large, five-toed feet were tipped with gleaming, nearly transparent white claws which looked like massive, wickedly sharp scythes. His large head was elegantly narrow, Rosen's snout tapering to a slightly rounded point, large dagger-like teeth filling his mouth. Extending out behind his head were four large white spikes. A long mane-like line of white hair extended from his elegant forehead down along his back to the tip of his tail.
