Leaving Trev behind in Skyhold brought on a host of conflicting emotions in Cullen. He hated leaving her to fend for herself. With neither him nor Leliana there, she had no one who knew the truth. On the other hand, they couldn't really do anything to help her even if they were with her.

He felt so utterly powerless, and he hated it. The only thing that kept him going on the way to Ostwick was the thought of getting revenge on Turner. That hour that Trev had promised him. Or the week... He would take as long as he needed. He thought carefully on all the ways you could hurt somebody without killing them. Where to hit, where to cut, how much... Cullen had never been an overly violent person, he didn't enjoy killing or hurting people.

But Maker, he would enjoy this. Wiping that smug grin off of Turner's face, the fear in his eyes when he understood that he would get all that he had done to Trev back a thousandfold. Watching Trev get her revenge. The things they would do to that fuck... Cullen hadn't even known his imagination could be so gruesome before all this happened.

It was night when they finally arrived in Ostwick. The trip was not long but it felt anything but short to Cullen.

They were met at the docks by a few of Leliana's people. Cullen was escorted to a townhouse to lie low while Leliana went straight to work. He was to wait until she had something solid they could act on.

He waited for days, cooped up in that house, with nothing to do except dream of revenge and Trev. And oh, he dreamed.

Dreamed of hurting Turner, but most of all, he dreamed of her. His godess. Her naked body, her radiant face, her soft hair cascading down her shoulders, barely covering her creamy, soft, delicious breasts... He wanted to taste one of them, to flick his thumb over her nipple, run his tongue over it and hear her moan, feel her shiver as he sucked deeper, pulling her into his mouth and grazing his teeth against her soft flesh...

He could barely keep himself from stroking his hard cock as he lay there in the darkness of the night in that cursed house. He wanted to be home, with her. He wanted so much. He needed her on her knees before him, he knew how she loved to drive him crazy, teasing him before finally taking him into her mouth. Shivers rippled through him when he remembered what it felt like, the madness she summoned in him when she licked the tip of his cock before dragging her wet, hot tongue along his entire lenght. When she guided his hand into her hair, encouraging him to grab it and be rough with her, the way she went wild when he did so, moaning and squirming and taking him deeper, gagging on him but still taking him deeper... He imagined that he plunged his hand down between her legs, feeling her soaking wetness, shoving his fingers inside her, making her scream until she couldn't take it anymore. She would push him down onto his back and straddle him, breathing hard before she would slowly, so slowly impale herself on his cock...

Cullen was abruptly awakened from his fantasy by a sharp rap on the door to his room. He got up and opened it to find one of Leliana's spies on the other side. She had finally sent for him.

He and three spies hurried through the dark streets. He was worried about the Ostwick guard, famous for their watchful eyes, but Leliana's people avoided them expertly. They finally arrived in front of the house they suspected Trev's sister Rose was being held captive in, just outside the gates. Leliana was waiting for him there.

She nodded her head to him in greeting.

"Cullen. My spies are crawling all over the house. We've found no way to infiltrate it, so we take it by force, but quietly," she whispered. "We can't waste any more time. If she's in there, we'll get her out. If she's not, I'm quite capable of... making people talk."

Cullen had no doubt about that, and was glad that she was his friend and not his enemy.

They swung the gate open quietly, slipping inside as he noticed movement everywhere on the outside of the house. There must have been at least twenty people scaling the walls and climbing the roof. He was astounded by the fact that they didn't make a sound. The night was deadly quiet. He saw them slip in through windows and doors simultaneously, while he and Leliana crept towards the front door. He could see now that all along the pathway up to the house and in the bushes, by the facade of the house, there were guards slumped down on the ground, unconcious or dead. They entered and heard clattering sounds and muffled screams coming from all around the house. They encountered several guards themselves, making quick work of them.

They advanced through the house, room by room, until they came into a large sitting room. Leliana's people had several men pinned down in there, knives held to their throats.

"Sister Nightingale. We've been through every room in the house. The Inquisitor's sister... She's not here."

Cullen felt his stomach drop at the scout's words. He could feel hope slipping through his fingers. This couldn't be happening. Was there to be no end to this agony?

Leliana cursed but quickly regained her composure and turned her attention to the four men pinned down by her own men.

"These people looks like thugs. Why would so many people be guarding an empty house, hm? Why would it be filled with nothing but more guards and thugs?" She paced in front of them, staring them down. None of them would meet her eyes. "And why would packages of women's clothes be sent here? I haven't seen a single woman so far."

Leliana bent down in front of the one to the far right. "Tell me what you know."

The pinned down man refused to look at her and he didn't say anything. She nodded to her scout and in one swift motion, he cut the man's throat. The other captured men gasped as blood poured out onto the floor. Leliana didn't so much as blink as she got up and walked over to the next one. "You then. Your life or the whereabouts of Rose Trevelyan. Choose quickly."

The man started to shake but to his credit, he didn't say a word. Leliana herself stabbed her blade into the man's throat this time. Cullen saw one of the other men's eyes flicker towards the corner of the room so fast he would have missed it if he'd blinked.

"Leli. There's something in here," Cullen said, his eyes searching the floor where the man's eyes had betrayed him.

She came over to him. "I don't see anything."

"No, I saw him look over here when you killed his friend. He couldn't help himself, I know that look meant something."

They walked over to the corner together. The floor was carpeted and had no sign of any disturbance. Leliana bent down and knocked on the wood through the carpet. She cocked her head to her side as she listened. She took out her dagger again, still dripping with blood, and started cutting through the carpet.

Cullen's heart started to pound faster as he realized she was on to something. He helped her rip the carpet out and he gasped when he saw a trap door in the floor. Leliana wasted no time and grabbed the handle and yanked it open. The both looked over the edge, weary of the darkness below.

"Somebody get me some light, now!" Leliana ordered.

One of her men hurried over to them with a candle. She took it and held it down, illuminating the darkness beneath the hatch.

There, huddled into the corner of the small space, sat a woman, gagged and hands bound but otherwise in a seemingly alright condition. She had light brown hair, and as she turned her face towards them, eyes squinting, Cullen thought he might faint. She was beautiful, and he recognized her in an instant, just as he had done with Lord Trevelyan. There could be no mistaking it. While she was not nearly as beautiful as her sister, this was without a doubt Rose Trevelyan.

As soon as they had found her, they left as quietly as they'd come. Most of Leliana's people stayed behind to clean up the mess, making sure that all anyone would find in the morning was an empty house.

Rose was taken back to their safe house to get cleaned up and examined by a healer. As soon as they saw she was in good pysical condition, Cullen made haste with her to the docks. They would set sail for Ferelden immediately, making towards Skyhold with great haste.

Leliana stayed behind. Cullen was surprised at first but it made sense when she explained to him that she needed to meet with the Teyrn of Ostwick to make sure that the Dreallor's were exposed to everyone now that they had proof of their involvement. The Inquisition could technically judge and sentence anyone who'd wronged them, but Leliana thought it would be good for political reasons to not go completely over the Teyrn's head with this matter, seeing as the Dreallor's was a very prominent family in Ostwick. With the exception of Turner, of course. Nobody would begrudge the Inquisitor her personal sentencing of him.

The voyage back to Skyhold didn't take long. Cullen was more than eager to get there but was happy that he had the opportunity to speak some more with Trev's sister.

She was shaken by the entire ordeal, naturally, but in good physical health. She'd been kept in the house under constant guard but nobody had injured her. Although she was their captive, she still commanded some respect as a Trevelyan and as a Chantry sister. They'd only thrown her down the hatch when the commotion broke out in the house right before Cullen and Leliana found her.

Cullen found her to be as nice as the rest of her family. A little more quiet than her sister perhaps, and a great deal more modest. Cullen chuckled fondly as he thought of Trev, so straight forward and commanding. Soon, soon he would see her again.

Rose thanked him over and over, praising the Maker for sending him to recue her. But he would have none of it and insisted that it was all Trev's doing. Rose was moved to tears when he told her about all that Trev had endured for her sake. He wasn't trying to make her feel guilty, he assured her of that, he just wanted her to understand how much her sister loved her.

Their ship finally arrived in Ferelden. They rode to Skyhold in haste, and Cullen could feel his pulse quicken and adrenaline shoot through him as they rode through the gates. He'd dreamed of this moment for so long, words couldn't describe how he felt. He would see Trev again, he would deliver her sister to her.

And I'll get my hands on Turner.

He saw her running down the steps to the lower courtyard as they rode in. Rose's horse came to a halt first, and she barely had two feet on the ground before Trev embraced her, squealing with joy as she hugged her sister. Cullen smiled as he dismounted his own horse and approached them.

Trev looked up and her face glowed as she met his eyes. Her own were filled with tears, gratitude and love emanating from them. She let go of Rose but kept her close as she threw her arms around him.

"You did it. You brought her here, safely. I can't believe it," she whispered, her arms tightening around him.

"I promised you I would, didn't I?" He kissed her, then, softly, savouring the feeling of her lips against his. He could die a happy man like this, but for one thing.

He broke the kiss and leaned back, looking at her, his pulse racing again.

"Where is Turner?"

Trev's eyes darkened and she turned around and looked up to the top of the stone steps. All eyes followed and caught on Turner, who was standing frozen in shock at the top of the stairs. Cullen started to walk towards him, murder in his eyes. Turner went very pale and before Cullen had even begun to climb the steps, he turned on his heel and ran.

Cullen almost smiled as he walked calmly up the stairs.

Oh, this is going to be fun.