Hi you all sorry for the delay. Here is chapter 3! I am going to try and post the next chapter tomorrow. If I miss tomorrow, then there will be two chapters this coming up week.
Will reedit tomorrow.
Thank you again for reading, etc.
Evelyn Trevelyan had always prided herself in staying in control no matter the circumstance. She faced many situations throughout the three years in her fight against Corypheus. Not once did she lose her cool until today. This Warden was barely in Skyhold for twenty-four hours, yet she was already causing discord. Maybe it would have been easier to banish her so that her unpredictability in giving inappropriate comments would not wreak havoc throughout her Keep.
As she walked by a group of nobles, they started eagerly gossiping amongst themselves, giving her a knowing glance. The Inquisitor absently clenched her fists at her sides, trying to control the urge to snap at the nobles for not minding their own business. Taking three deep breathes to calm herself, she continued to walk towards the War Room.
Josephine's brow furrowed as soon as she threw open the War Room door and walked in with a purpose. The Antivan calmly pushed in her chair and followed her into the room. Evelyn was grateful that the diplomat was well versed in social queues to not make a statement regarding the morning's events otherwise she would have flipped.
The War Room opened and Leliana entered and held the door open, allowing Saya Amell entry. The Inquisitor fought the urge to glare at the Warden for making a fool out of her at the morning's Chant.
"The War Room is where the Inquisition makes the biggest decisions that shape all of Thedas." Trevelyan began to instruct Amell with an air of authority. This was her element. The mage needed to be reminded who was in control of Skyhold.
"Leliana is the resident spymaster and Josephine is my diplomat."
Amell nodded to the two advisors before returning her gaze with a frown. "Surely, the Commander should be present? He leads your armies."
It took all of Trevelyan's self-control to not rub her eyes in frustration. She didn't want to talk to Amell about Cullen's situation at least for another week.
"Yes… three weeks ago, the Commander stopped showing up. In his stead, he would send-
Her eyes narrowed at the intruder who ran through the War Room door, clutching his knees panting. It was the same scout that interrupted Cullen's and her first kiss. Ever since Cullen missed the meetings, he sent her this person in his stead. She was sure he did this to spite her.
"Sorry, Inquisitor! I am late." The scout stammered.
"Soldier, you are relieved of your duty of being Cullen's scribe from this day forth." Trevelyan dismissed the scout. How much interaction Amell had with Cullen she did not know. She had hoped that Amell told Cullen of her new appointment. If not, sending this scout back to Cullen was a clear message that he will deal with Saya Amell from this day onward.
"B-But your grace-" The scout began weakly before getting cut off by Trevelyan's raised hand.
"I said leave." She commanded with a tone of finality, gesturing towards the door.
He stuttered and left. The other three ladies present in the War Room let out held breaths, but Trevelyan was only interested in talking to one of them.
"This is why you are here. The scribe is incompetent and forgets key information. The last scouts got lost in the Hinterlands when they should have been in the Storm Coast." She informed the mage. The mage's lips were set in a tight line as though she wanted to argue.
"If I may be direct, Inquisitor." Amell began.
"Saya, don't. "Leliana chided, putting a hand on Saya's shoulder.
The mage shrugged Leliana's arm off her as she gripped the War Table tightly. "Don't you think that this game you are playing is childish? You are both adults for the Maker's sake. I should not be in the middle of this." Amell said angrily.
"I hear that Ferelden is nice this time of year." Trevelyan retorted, unmoved from the mage's outburst.
"Understood, Inquisitor." The mage's shoulder sunk in defeat, but it did not stop her glare.
"Now then, where were we?" Trevelyan asked after Amell's cooperation
"Ah, yes. Leliana what do you have to report."
"There are residual Red Templars, stragglers from where Corypheus armies in the Western Approach." The former bard recounted, fixing the cowl over her head.
"I want a contingent of soldiers to hunt them down. I don't want them to become insane from the long exposure of red Lyrium and start attacking Emprise du Lion. Keep your spies on them. I want to know every move they make until my soldiers get there."
"Understood." Leliana nodded in understanding. Trevelyan turned her gaze to the diplomat.
"Josephine, how goes the meeting with Duke Gaspard?" Josephine was supposed to receive information from Celene's general. Even though she brokered peace between Celene, Briala, and Gaspard, there were still tensions throughout Orlais.
"He is scheduled to arrive today. I have arranged to meet with him in the meeting room on the western battlements." Josephine answered as she lifted a page from her clipboard, checking the accuracy of her information.
"Good, maybe we can arrange some agreement about compensation from the Arbor Wilds. The last thing we need is to have a fight over hunks of rocks." Trevelyan answered bored."Very good. If no one has any other plans, you all are dismissed."
Evelyn was not a cruel person, but recent events made her appear otherwise. She knew that she probably lost some respect from her Inner Circle. How could she explain to them that she had to do it? When she started the relationship with Cullen it was sincere at first. She thought her heart belonged to him and his hers. As the relationship progressed, she began to realize that their "I love you's" were empty. Meeting him and her observations of Cullen put everything into perspective for her.
Her stride came to a halt and all thoughts left her as she saw a familiar figure. Garrett Hawke's back was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped behind him. He looked rather bored as he watched those she had just met leave. His eyes lingered a little longer on Saya Amell, who stared back at him curiously before walking out of the door.
When his eyes landed on hers, his mouth upturned with a mischievous grin. She knew that look and her chest started to feel hot.
"I thought you would be in that War Room forever." He stated as he stood in front of her. She always had to look up at him because he was tall.
"Is something the matter?" She asked concerned. This was the first time he waited after one of her War Room meetings.
He smiled a small smile, giving her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "I know you're stressed and my cousin's outburst this morning was unexpected."
Cousin? Trevelyan could not help but stare at the mage in shock. Amell was related to Hawke. She did not like the idea of being potentially related to Amell. The Warden was a little dense.
"Saya Amell is your cousin? She does not seem to recognize you." She wanted to hear the story. Varric and Cullen left this important detail out when they told her about the Hero of Ferelden.
"Maybe she does not know." He answered with a shrug before turning his heated gaze towards her. "We can talk about her later because she is not important at the moment. You, my dear, on the other hand need your burden's relieved."
"How do you expect to do that?" She whispered, her voice had failed her at the implication of his statement.
He pretended to think a moment, with his forefingers rubbing his chin and walked to the door and locked it.
"This is Josephine's office." She pointed out, staring at him in disbelief.
"Your Antivan advisor has an important meeting with an Orleasian diplomat if I recall. She is occupied for a few hours." He smiled at her seductively as he slowly stalked towards her.
"You are insatiable." She huffed and looked away from him, pretending to be annoyed.
"What can I say? It's a part of my charm."
He slowly eased her shirt off of her and started walking her back slowly. When something caught the back of her leg, she gasped but the sound was muffled by his mouth catching hers.
"You drive me crazy," she moaned into his neck, her hands busy unbuckling the straps to his armor. "Oh Maker, the things I want to do to you."
They were on the couch now, him hovering over her without his armor and she had a clear view of his perfectly taut muscles. Her breath hitched at the sight.
He lifted the breast band over her head and for a moment he stared. "Just perfect," he murmured before diving in her breasts.
After the meeting with the war room, Saya Amell found herself in the tavern. She had barely been in Skyhold for less than a day and she felt she was on the Inquisitor's black list. It was barely the afternoon and she was sporting a flagon of ale. No one was in the tavern at this hour beside the tavern master. Her life was definitely pathetic. She pushed down her depressing thought and tipped her cup back.
"I heard what happened in that Chantry thing."
Saya Amell choked on her drink at the interruption. Her eyes were drawn to a blonde elf, wearing a top that did not cover her stomach. Her eyes could not stop looking at the choppy, short hair that looked like it had been cut with blunted shears.
"I-I'm sorry who are you?" The Warden sputtered, hitting her chest to try and get the offending liquid out of her throat. The appearance of the elf was a shock because she did not hear her approach.
"The name's Sera. What you did at the Chantry made you an automatic friend in my book." Sera patted Amell's back cheerfully.
"I think I made a fool of myself." She thought if this elf liked her then her reputation in Skyhold was truly bad. She did not miss the dagger's on the elf's side. This elf was bad news.
"You reminded those stuffy nobles that the Inquisitor has feelings. It has been really serious around here. I can't have fun while everyone has duty shoved up there own arses. Speaking of which. Those arsebiscuits need to be reminded she is a person."
"How do you propose to do that?" The mage, mused bringing the cup to her mouth.
"It's been a while since I have done pranks. I have one set up in mind and today is the perfect opportunity since Lady Prissypants is away. I need the Inquisitor's schedule. Are you in?"
"I think I am going to regret this. " Amell sighed, rubbing the back of her head anxiously. Surely, nothing else could go wrong. Her options were to try and find Cullen to deliver her report or pull a prank. The latter seemed like an easier option. "Okay, I'm in."
"I knew you were different." Sera laughed,causing Amell to instantly recoil from the elf's excitement. She thought Sera was a little crazy as she ran out of the tavern. She paused at the door and turned around. She frowned at the distance between Amell and herself.
"Come on, yeah." She beckoned eagerly.
Way to be subtle, Sera. Saya instantly regretted coming along as they caught the attention of every noble in the Great Hall.
"I think it's locked." The mage tried, pushing the ambassador's door open.
"Just let me do it." Sera replied impatiently, crouching and reaching into her kit for a lock pick.
Saya didn't know how much time had passed by, but she could hear thumping and muffled voices on the other side of the door. At first, she thought it was a figment of her imagination but the noises were becoming increasingly louder.
"Do you hear something? It sounds like there is someone in the office." She reasoned, this was definitely a bad idea but her coercion sucked, and she didn't think she would be able to talk the elf out of this prank.
Sera ignored her and continued her ministrations on the lock. Suddenly, the lock clicked and the elf made an amuse snort. Pushing the door open, and Sera's body froze.
Saya was rooted to the spot. Why was she in the room? If she ran what tasks did she have to accomplish? All her thoughts went out the window at the scene before her. The Inquisitor was sweaty and panting as her hips rocked back and forth.
"Maker!" She screamed as she rode the person."OhGarrettyes.I-Love-"Amell watched in horror as the Inquisitor's eyes met hers. She let out a yell of surprise and removed herself off the man as she tried to cover her bare breasts and her lower regions but failing miserably.
"Hey, cousin." The male voice knocked Amell out of her shock. "Fancy seeing you here." Garrett greeted with a wink. He was lying on the couch with his hands behind his back of his head.
"We were just …Yeah, leaving. She did it!" Sera lied and ran off leaving Amell to fend for herself.
Amell swore she could hear a pin drop in the silence in the room. Her face became suddenly hot to think of a way to try and escape her situation. "This did not turn out as expected. If you both would excuse me… Um, carry on."
This was the last time Saya was going to allow the elf to talk her into pulling a prank on someone.
I have four more scenes planned out in my head but then I will be officially stuck, but I would appreciate any suggestions with what you want to see via a pm or review (signed or anonymous). I don't want to rush the relationship or drag this story out.
I am also planning a pitch perfect fanfic. After seeing the sequel, I came up with an AU that has not really been done before since I like writing comedy. It will have action and be a little angsty.
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