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Shale had claimed a spot where the path between the castle's gates and the windmill overlooking the town narrowed considerably, looking as if some stream had once run through it. The rest of the group was arrayed around the golem, although a few feet back to stay out of its reach for whenever the enemy arrived. Harry stood to the far left, with a space for Morrigan to stand between him and the golem. Wynne, Leliana, and Sirius spread out on the other flank.

The sunset had been almost beautiful, or it would have been if the mood weren't so tense.

A raven let out a piercing cry and flew down to them, Morrigan shifted back into her human form.

"Our foes are on the way."

The others all looked towards the castle and saw a greenish fog seep out of the gates as shapes began to move in the haze that quickly flowed over the bridge leading towards the town.

"Remember, stay in formation, and don't let anything get past us," Harry said.

"And what if there are too many?" Wynne asked. "I know we are powerful, but a large enough force could over run our position."

"In that case, get behind me," Harry replied.

"You are not invulnerable, young man," she countered.

"Don't be foolish," Shale scolded them. "I am invulnerable, so you can all cower behind me if need be. It won't be the first time I've had to protect puny little mages from monsters."

Leliana turned to Sirius and grabbed him, pulling him in for a kiss that left him breathless. "For luck."

The old dog grinned and then shook himself. "I hope I can get even luckier than that."

"Only if we survive the night," she answered as she drew an arrow and prepared to take aim.

Harry chuckled and readied the staff he had been using since they had been at the Circle Tower. It seemed to suit him well enough, and if he needed spells from his old world, it would likely be the big, messy type that the Elder Wand (surgically concealed within his left forearm) could handle even better than his trusty old phoenix feather would do.

The sounds were getting closer.

Harry looked over at Morrigan and winked at her. He wasn't surprised that she didn't go for any such romantic overture, but at the same time, he had to feel just slightly put out at not having Sirius' luck for once. Of course, at the same time, there was no question that the old dog deserved a break or two after some of the crap he'd been dealt.

Sirius sniffed at the air. "Definitely undead. Nothing else stinks quite that way."

"Good, that will make things easier," Harry replied.

"Simple creatures to kill, true," Morrigan added, "as long as they don't have anything more powerful controlling them."

"We'll all keep our eyes peeled for whatever could be creating these foul things," Wynne said.

The pounding rumble announced the arrival of the undead horde before they turned a corner. Shale smiled. "Finally, some puny little things for me to smash that no mortals will fuss over."

Harry just grinned while the others began pelting the area with magic and arrows. He waited a moment to make sure the golem had a couple to pulverize and then sent a Confringo further into the crowd, greatly thinning the wave that would have soon reached them.

Shale was laughing while it tore a skeleton's bones apart and tossed the remains aside.

Morrigan conjured a massive Blizzard in front of them, slowing and freezing a number of the shambling undead, only to have several of them shatter into tiny pieces when Wynne's Stonefist barreled into a target in the middle. Sirius was sending out lightning bolts while Leliana fired rapidly, trying to keep pace with the destruction unleashed by the others.

Wading further into the fray, the golem pounded its massive fists into the ground, toppling a number of undead over. Shale then went around and stomped on all of them while grinning. Harry was just glad they had the enormous and destructive stone warrior on their side.

"This is going well!" Sirius shouted after another of the Inferi like creatures fell to one of his electric spells.

"The people of the town didn't have magic on their side before," Wynne answered, sending a bolt of arcane energy at the nearest monster. "Maybe this will help more people to see the good that magic can do when used responsibly."

Harry fired another blasting curse further down the path and watched half a dozen skeletons explode into tiny pieces. He had been waiting to use his new favorite spell on any actually dangerous looking targets, but so far the enemies had been nothing but mindless undead.

Morrigan lowered her staff for a moment and peered through the haze of spellfire and destruction. "It looks as if their numbers are thinning. Mayhaps we should try to follow the path up to the castle at this rate."

"Let's make sure we've finished all of these first," Harry suggested.

Shale was now chuckling to itself as it pulled both of the arms off a skeleton.

Before he cast another spell, Harry heard someone running up the cliffside path towards them from the center of the village. Turning, he saw the same man who had been the lookout when they first reached Redcliffe earlier that day, now outfitted with some leather armor and a shortbow.

"The monsters are coming from the lake!" he yelled. "They're attacking the barricades! We need help!"

Looking back at their handiwork, Harry felt they likely had things in hand here. "I've got it. The rest of you, finish these off and make sure no more are coming for us."

"I'm coming with you," Morrigan replied. "Someone has to make sure you don't get yourself killed."

"Alright," Harry nodded. He stepped closer and wrapped his free arm around her waist. "Hold on. This will feel weird."

"What?"

And with a loud crack, they were gone.


Morrigan had thought that she was getting used to the occasionally haphazard way that Harry Potter introduced her to magic from his world, but this newest spell was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

And she felt lucky that she was able to control her nausea afterwards.

Then she saw that he had somehow transported them- instantaneously- down to the open area in front of the Chantry where the militia had gathered to protect the people inside. And those same peasants now backed away at the sudden appearance of two mages.

She took a deep breath to center herself, but before she could ask him what he had done, Harry's eyes once again went black and stared out at the side of town that led towards the lake.

"There are too many of them," he muttered.

"We can handle them," Morrigan replied, readying her staff as the first few animated corpses appeared, staggering out from around the houses that lie closer to the lake shore.

"Not while keeping all of the villagers alive."

"That was always a foolhardy goal," she countered. "They should be glad for however many of them our actions may be able to save."

"Foolhardy." Harry nodded to himself. "I like that."

The first of the undead stumbled as it broke through the makeshift barriers while one of the militia fired an arrow that missed wildly.

"Stay behind me!" Harry bellowed as he took a few steps forwards and raised his left hand. Morrigan spied upon it a curious ring that she hadn't noticed before.

"What are you-"

But she was cut off as a cloak unfurled itself over his back, shimmering briefly in the moonlight before Harry's entire form was lost in an impenetrable darkness. Morrigan gasped as she felt the magic surrounding him- it reminded her of what she had studied of death magic and entropy, only infinitely more, as if the void itself was sucking in everything.

She thought she heard some of the undead coming closer, but there was nothing she could see so she instinctively backed away. After a moment of hesitation, she tried to remember how close Harry was; surely he hadn't charged further into the midst of them? Hoping for the best, Morrigan began to channel the magic to cast a Blizzard starting about thirty feet in front of her.

If he was crazy enough to wade into the middle of the enemy forces, she would just have to assume that Harry could survive her most powerful cold spell.

The people behind her were starting to panic as they couldn't see the monsters coming for them.

"What do we do?"

Murdock, the town's mayor who had taken up the leadership of the militia, tried to keep order. "Stay back as the mage said! Hold your fire until we can see something to shoot!"

Wondering when that may occur, Morrigan tried to reason out where she could next aim a spell. That was when Harry reappeared.

Or at least, something reappeared.

The figure was tall, the cloak was still dark, but a hand that looked skeletal stretched forward, pointing at the undead.

"Halt!"

The voice was cold and harsh as it hissed its command at the monsters that had crept from the lake. Morrigan would have laughed if she had seen the responses of the townspeople, who were all gaping at what they saw, bows lowered as if they had been the ones he had spoken to.

Glancing past him, Morrigan realized that every single undead creature had come to a stop at Harry's command as well.

"You should not be here," the voice continued, its tone deep and hollow. "Return to your eternal slumber.

"Spirits be released, and leave this place."

As if a wave washed over them, the skeletons all collapsed into piles of bones while the more fleshy creatures merely fell over.

"Great Maker!" came a terrified voice behind her. Morrigan turned and saw that one of the villagers had pissed himself while two of his companions had passed out. She snorted and looked back to Harry.

The darkness receded and the form shrank back down to a normal human, and Morrigan stepped forward.

Just as Harry collapsed to his knees and began to wretch.

She hurried over to him.

"Ugh," he moaned, spitting up some bile.

"Are you alright?"

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up, still kneeling as he wiped at his mouth with a grimace. "I should be, I just haven't had to do that in awhile."

"What was that? I've never felt magic so powerful."

"I'll tell you in private, okay?" he asked while motioning to the militia still cowering near the Chantry entrance. "Besides, I feel really awful and gross right now. But, good news- no more undead things tonight."

Harry tried to grin at the last statement, but Morrigan saw his discomfort as he reached down to slip the ring with the black stone off his finger and back into the pouch he wore around his neck.

"Very well," she agreed and offered her hand to help him back to his feet.

Harry nodded and pulled himself back up, but it didn't escape Morrigan's notice that he was somewhat unsteady on his feet.

"Assuming everybody else is okay," he began, "I think the crisis has been averted."

"'Twould seem so," Morrigan said. "Perhaps we should make sure the golem hasn't smashed any of the others though."

"That would be a bummer," Harry chuckled.

"I suppose there can never be too much magic on our side, though I dislike the preachy tone of the old woman," she added.

"Eh, Wynne's not so bad," he replied. "She's a softy compared to some of my old teachers."

"And what of your students?" Morrigan asked. "Did you not say that you had taught children before?"

"Just my own family for the most part," Harry smiled. "I think they may have been a bit biased, but I was told that I was a good teacher."

Murdock had gathered his courage by then and he came over to speak to the two mages. "I thank you for your help, though I must admit that was some rather terrifying sorcery."

"Yeah, it was," Harry agreed. "I don't like using it, but I knew the dead couldn't stand before me. At least you're all safe now."

"I'll tell the others inside," the mayor agreed. "We shall keep a watch through the rest of the night, just in case."

Harry nodded and then glanced at Morrigan. "Let's go see our friends."

She wrinkled her nose but agreed. "What was that magic that you used to bring us here?"

"It's called apparition," he answered. "We usually learned it when coming of age in my home country, which was at seventeen years old. Nothing quite as stressful as the Harrowings at the Circle Tower, but people were known to splinch themselves occasionally."

"And splinching is... ?"

"When you leave a part of yourself behind during an apparition. Thankfully, it is rather easy to fix unless something goes really wrong." Harry smirked at Morrigan's frown. "Don't worry, I've never splinched before. And my first apparition was when I was only seven years old. I guess you could say that it was one of those skills that came naturally to me."

"Alright," Morrigan exhaled. "What of that sensation when one uses apparition?"

"The feeling like you're being squeezed is something you get used to," he shrugged. "It's worse when someone takes you along with them. When you just do it on your own, the sensation is more mild."

"That is a skill that I should learn then." Morrigan winced and then glared at him. "But show it to me again now so that I can begin the process of mastering it. The sooner I don't need your help, the better."

"Okay." Harry smiled at her while he wrapped an arm around her waist. "It might help if you take a deep breath and then blow it all out right before we pop up there. Got it?"

"Yes, just do it already," Morrigan grumbled.


Meanwhile...

Sirius had laughed when Harry and Morrigan had disappeared, not realizing how shocked the rest of his companions were.

"What in the name of the Maker was that?" Leliana gasped.

"The crack was a little loud, but then Harry always was a powerful little bugger," Sirius chuckled. "I suppose he was in a hurry too."

"There is no magic like that in our world," Wynne said. "Not even in Tevinter, or any rumors of the ancient Elves."

"Oh, you guys don't have apparition?" Sirius scratched behind his ear. "Well, that's what we called it back home. You just have to force yourself to go between one place and another. It feels a little wonky when you're first learning it, but it's super handy. Only trouble is, you can only transport yourself to places where you've been before."

"So, Harry could use this 'apparition' to instantly go back to the Circle Tower?" Wynne asked.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Why, did you forget something?"

"This is an amazing new magic," Wynne replied. "I haven't been in a hurry to try to learn from Harry yet, but this is different."

"Well, I could probably teach you too," Sirius said. "Not tonight, mind you, and Harry might be a better teacher anyway."

Shale turned to them after sighing. "I suppose there won't be any more pitiful little foes for me to smite this evening."

"I am sorry, Shale," Wynne responded while patting the stone giant on one large forearm. "I'm sure there will be plenty more enemies for you to smash soon."

"The elder mage does have a point," the golem nodded. "Hopefully more such things in the castle. And there's always plenty of darkspawn to squash down in the Deep Roads. We should go to see the dwarves soon."

"You don't seem to care about the fact that Harry and Morrigan just disappeared though?" Leliana frowned. "How does that not amaze you?"

"The sister seems to think I care about whatever mages do," Shale snorted. "As long as they stay out of my way and don't try to recreate the control rod, I can't be bothered to worry over any of you. Though, do try not to get yourselves squished. You do make slightly better company than the peasants I used to suffer back in that unspeakable little village."

"Thanks, Shale," Sirius laughed. "I wonder if Harry realizes how badly this could make things with Morrigan."

"What do you mean?" Wynne asked.

"Well, usually when a guy embraces a woman, he isn't about to make her want to throw up." Sirius chuckled to himself for a moment. "Unless he's really doing things wrong."

"Throw up?" Leliana asked.

"Yeah, it can make you feel nauseous if you haven't done it before," he said.

"I was going to ask you to show me how it works," Leliana replied. "But now, maybe I should wait until some later time. A much later time."

"I can be gentle," Sirius winked at her.

"I'm sure you say that to all the ladies, don't you?" she smirked back at him.

There was a rumble that came from somewhere lower in the town and the group all tried to peer into the darkness near the Chantry.

"What is that?" Wynne asked. "There's some sort of magic in the air."

"It feels... unnatural," Leliana added.

"It's probably Harry," Sirius sighed. "He always has had a tendency to do the most dangerous things."

"Do you really think he can handle everything down there?" Wynne wondered. "I admit that he does seem quite powerful, but-"

"I think he'd say that he could handle it, even if he really couldn't," Sirius shook his head sadly. "When he was a boy, he got used to doing everything on his own since he didn't have any adults he could rely on. And I have to admit, that's partly my fault. But he's grown up since then, and after what I know he's done in the past, I have faith in Harry."

"I hope you're right," Leliana replied.


Harry and Morrigan reappeared with a quieter crack a few minutes later and he once again slumped over, the witch having to help him keep standing.

"That might have taken more out of me than I thought," he said.

"Is everything okay?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah, I'll be alright," Harry waved off his godfather. "I just hadn't used that type of magic in awhile."

"What was it?" Wynne added. "I could feel something strange about the magic all the way up here. Please tell me you weren't using blood magic in front of the villagers."

"No, it wasn't blood magic," Harry chuckled. "Do you have necromancers here?"

"The Mortalitasi," Morrigan replied. "Otherwise known as the Death Mages of Nevarra. I wouldn't mind the chance to travel there someday to study with them."

"Ah, well, magic relating to the dead doesn't really work against me."

"What does that mean?" Wynne asked.

"Now, I can't give out all my secrets," Harry grinned. "But I really could use a nap."

"Look at me being such a bad godfather," Sirius barked out a laugh. "I shouldn't have let you stay up past your bed time." He looked over at Morrigan and then winked at Harry. "I suppose I won't have to tuck you in though, right?"

"I hope not."

"Good," Sirius nodded. "Why don't you set up the tent? I'll go check with the people down at the Chantry."

"I suppose I shall keep watch in case I get the chance to squash anything else while you fleshy creatures slumber," Shale added.

"Thanks for that," Harry replied to the golem.


Within twenty minutes or so, the five humans were all in the tent. Harry had given them a quick tour of the kitchen before being led off to this bedroom by Morrigan.

Once the door had shut, Sirius could no longer contain his cheerful mood. "Now that's not a way I'd thought of trying to get a woman in bed with me before. Really should have though," he laughed.

"I am unsure if they will be sleeping together, but I have trouble reading Morrigan's moods," Leliana sighed. "She keeps her mask carefully in place. In fact, she would do well in Orlais."

"Assuming they would allow a witch from the backwoods of Ferelden among them in the first place," Wynne chuckled. "Besides, I'm sure she would find some way to insult most of those around her sooner rather than later."

"She is pretty prickly," Sirius added with a grin. "I think Harry actually likes that about her. Not really sure why though."

"He is a strange man," Leliana agreed.

"I hope he has recovered by tomorrow," Wynne said. "We should investigate the castle as soon as we can. Hopefully, before any more of those things can get in our way."


Morrigan watched as Harry stumbled onto his bed and kicked off his shoes. "Will you be needing more of my help tonight?"

"I'd never turn down the aid of a kind and beautiful woman," he said with a smile.

"Kind?" she arched an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you had suffered a cracked skull this evening. Perhaps I should gather an injury kit to deal with your wounds."

Harry laughed. "See. You do agree with me."

"What?"

"It's kind of you to want to tend to my wounds."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I am merely making certain that I shall be able to learn more of your magic in the future, which means that I will need to make sure you don't succumb to any foolish behavior. And speaking of foolish behavior, what exactly was that earlier?"

Harry closed his eyes with a smile on his face. It infuriated her. "Answer me. You said that you would when we were in private, and we are now, so-"

"There was a story from a long time ago in my world," he began, eyes still closed as he sat up leaning against the headboard of his bed. "Three brothers were traveling late one night when they came to a rushing river that blocked their path. If they had tried to cross it, it would have likely killed them as the water was deeper and more dangerous than it appeared.

"However, these three brothers were wizards, so they used their magic and were soon on the other side of the river. It was said that Death itself appeared to them, angered at the brothers for evading their ends. Death offered to give such clever men gifts, appealing to their egos while hoping to trap them and bring them to their doom. For the oldest brother, Death created what was known as the Elder Wand, said to be unbeatable in battle. The second brother's love had died, and so he asked for a way to be reunited with her. Death gave him the Resurrection Stone which allowed him to speak with the dead.

"The third brother was much more cautious, and merely asked for a way to depart without Death hunting him down." Harry stopped to chuckle. "Death took off his cloak and handed it over, as it allowed the last brother to disappear from sight and thus he left. He was the only one who survived. He used the cloak until he was an old man and then passed it on to his son before greeting Death like an old friend.

"His brothers had not been nearly so lucky. The eldest had bragged of his prowess in combat until someone got the idea to slip into his room at night, murder him in his sleep, and take the Elder Wand for himself. It continued to be passed down through the ages through blood and betrayal. Meanwhile, the second brother used the Resurrection Stone to summon the spirit of his beloved. But focusing so much on the dead made him forget to live and, depending upon the one telling the tale, either wasted away or took his own life."

"An interesting tale," Morrigan replied. "How does it relate to what I saw though?"

"It was thought to be merely a fairy tale to tell children," Harry snorted. "A morality play about not wanting too much power. However, I eventually discovered all three of these items, and I can confirm that all three work just as they were said to in the story. Unfortunately for me, the other stories also proved to be true as well."

"What other stories?"

"It was rumored that if someone were able to unite all three items- the Deathly Hallows- that they would become the Master of Death." Harry sighed and continued, "I found out just how true that was a long time ago. And it's why I knew tonight would be a piece of cake, no matter how many foes we ran across. It's a really dumb idea to try to send undead up against me."

He chuckled at the last part and Morrigan frowned as she sat down on the edge of his bed. "So, what does being the Master of Death mean? You said you held all three of these items, but there must be more to it than that."

"I don't know exactly," he replied. "I know how powerful the wand is, and so I hid it so that no one would be able to use it or steal it from me. The cloak had been passed down through my family for centuries, and I used it a lot when I was younger, but I eventually learned spells that could do similar things, so I merely keep it in storage. That might have been a mistake, actually."

"Why?"

Harry hesitated to answer. "If... if I had passed it on to one of my children, maybe they could have survived. But how could I choose which one?" His shoulders slumped before he shrugged and tried to smile. "Besides, my wives would have been angry if I had given any of the kids a way to get into so much more trouble than they already did on their own."

Morrigan glanced over at him and pretended not to notice as he wiped away a tear. "What of the Resurrection Stone?"

"It does exactly what it was supposed to do," he shrugged. "I don't recommend it though as it also seems to be cursed to make the user suicidal."

"But you have used it before?"

"Sure, plenty of times."

"Then how-"

Harry cut her off with a grin. "Now we get to the big secret. Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes," she agreed immediately. "If this is about how young you look-"

"That and more," he nodded. Harry conjured a dagger and handed it to her. "You know where the heart is, I assume?"

"Yes, but..." she trailed off as he pulled his shirt off and sat there smiling at her.

"Don't hit any of the ribs."

"What?"

Morrigan flinched as he took her hand in his and placed the blade against his chest.

"My name is Harry James Potter, and I am immortal."

He guided her to stab him and she paled as blood gushed out of the wound. She backed away in shock before looking up to see him cough up a bit of blood.

"Are you insane?" she gasped.

"If only," he chuckled, more blood spilling out of him before he reached over and healed the wound with a flick of his wand- or at least, the surface wound. Morrigan couldn't help but imagine that the inner damage would take more than that to fix.

"I would think that would have hurt at least," she said.

"I've had worse, but yes, it did." He tried to laugh, coughing up slightly more blood. "It's just too bad you never saw Highlander, or you would have realized how funny that was."

"You are insane," Morrigan glared at him. "That was supposed to be funny?"

"Alright, fine. But at least it got some sort of reaction."

Morrigan shook her head and sighed. "What about the stone? You can use it without being cursed?"

Harry snorted. "Not at all. I've tried to kill myself plenty of times. It just doesn't work."

"Why would you do such a thing?" Morrigan asked.

"Everyone I've ever known and loved had died in my old world," he replied and then stared at her. "Everyone."

"And so you just gave up?"

"Daphne..." Harry gulped. "Daphne was the last of them. For the last several years, it had just been the two of us, fighting and surviving in a world gone mad. We were scavenging for supplies when I guess some soldiers saw us. They witnessed us using magic, and by then everyone knew about the power of magic and anyone who could use it were considered dangerous because of our abilities.

"It was a sniper. We never saw it coming. One moment we were digging through the rubble of a half destroyed grocery store, and the next she was dying in my arms." He stopped and took a deep breath. "I tried to heal it with everything I knew, but the bullet had hit her heart. And then she was just gone.

"We had been married for eighty six years."

"I am sorry," Morrigan replied. "Did the soldiers also try to kill you?"

"Oh, they tried as hard as they could," he grumbled. "I was probably shot thirty or forty times that day. It didn't matter. They had killed Daphne and I slaughtered them. I killed more than three hundred people that day."

"Good. I would have done the same in your place."

"It didn't matter though," he sighed. "My rage and vengeance couldn't bring her back. I took her body back home and buried her next to the rest of our family. I used the stone that night. But Daphne told me to stop, to go somewhere else, to try to find a new reason to live."

"I thought the stone would summon spirits that tried to lure the user to their death," Morrigan said.

"I already knew I couldn't die. Maybe that mattered. Or maybe Daphne was so strong that she forced the stone not to work in the normal way," he shrugged. "I still tried to kill myself that night. And the next several nights as well. Nothing worked though, so eventually I just started drinking a lot and taking all sorts of drugs to try to numb the pain. That didn't work that well either.

"I did as she had asked and tried other countries. For a time, I lived with another witch who I taught magic, and the two of us discovered a few others. But they all died too." Harry laid down. "And eventually I ended up here after one last gamble."

"Do you still want to die?" she asked.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Not when I look at you."

Morrigan snorted. "I'm being serious."

"So am I," he chuckled. "I've been given another chance, so I'm doing what I can to make life meaningful. Saving the world seems like a good first step, and it's been really great to get to see Sirius again after all these years. Plus, there's this gorgeous witch that I've got my eyes on."

"You're going to have to try harder than that," she scoffed.

"That's alright; I can be patient." Harry closed his eyes but his hand slipped down to reach for hers. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Just being you."

Morrigan stared at him and snorted. "I think you've had better attempts to woo me."

Harry didn't respond though, and she quickly discovered that he had drifted off to sleep.

Morrigan once again pulled out her wand and cast the light spell, then gazed at where he had forced her to stab him in the heart. The wound appeared to be completely gone- a wound that should have been fatal. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to be a path to immortality that he could share with her. But, perhaps in whatever else he may know, there could lie another answer, and Harry certainly seemed incredibly willing to share his power with her.

She still wasn't convinced he wasn't a fool for doing so.

Taking one last look around the room, Morrigan decided she would go and change into something more comfortable before coming back to watch over him. He was a key to her future, and so she must be sure that he would be around for her to glean as much knowledge as possible from him.

There was certainly nothing more to her concern than that...


Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes about my dad. He's slowly improving, but this month has been incredibly stressful.

Since I've recently replayed the game, I think one of the things that I find most amusing that I didn't pay attention to as much previously is the amount of irony in Morrigan's romance. Despite all her protests about 'love' not having anything to do with her attraction to the main character, she is basically a tsundere clingy girlfriend. She even says she makes no claim over your independence before immediately becoming jealous if you try to hook up with anyone else. And that's not even mentioning the ring scene... ;)

Next time, we'll see what's going on in the castle. Hopefully that won't be too far off, assuming I don't get distracted by the other 3 stories I've been working on.

Hope you're all doing well.