Cullen sat in the bathtub with Trev in front of him, her back to him. He was washing Turner's blood from her body with a sponge, loving the feeling of being able to take care of her again. They'd spent most of the night giving Turner what he deserved, until he was but a breath away from death. Then they'd let Iron Bull haul him off to the dungeon to lock him up. Dorian had healed Turner in his cell. Not completely, but enough to make him presentable in time for the sentencing that they'd arranged in a few days.

As much as they would have loved to kill him right away in Trev's quarters, it was better to make an example out of him. An example of what would happen to anyone who tried to blackmail or hurt the Inquisitor.

So Trev would sentence him and then carry out the verdict herself.

"It's only fair that Rose gets to watch him recieve his punishment, although she is not as... how shall I put it? Vengeful? Bloodthirsty? As I am." Trev laughed softly at herself and despite the actual meaning of her words, Cullen thought he'd never heard a sweeter sound in his life. She seemed so relaxed now. As much as he loved her commanding side and her unrelenting attitude against her enemies, he loved her softer side even more. He was probably the only one who really knew her like this and he was proud of it. No one else would have believed that what she'd just said was anything but dark, but he heard in her voice that she wasn't taking herself seriously.

"My father is coming as well. Leliana's informed him of what's happened, so he's joining her on her trip back here. They should make it in time for the judgement. He will be happy to see Turner bleed. I guess I got that from him."

She sighed with contentment as he continued to massage her back with the sponge and she leaned back against him. He kissed the top of her head and relished having her in his arms with no one disturbing them. She was his again, only his.

Or maybe not quite yet.

"When Turner's dead, you won't be married to him anymore. But you'll be his widow. Doesn't that bother you, having him attached to your name like that?"

"Yes, it does. That's why it's handy having a Divine that used to be a companion. Vivienne herself has sent a representative from the Chantry. He'll be here in time for the judgement. Turner was right when he said the Chantry does not allow common divorce, but they do allow annullments in rare cases. And my case definitely qualifies. Right before Turner's punishment is to be carried out, the cleric will declare the marrige annulled."

"Wow. That's a whole lot of business you got done in that half hour you've been gone this morning," Cullen said, a smile tugging at his lips. These news were music to his ears.

"Well, I sent the raven to her as soon as you were on your way here with Rose. She must have answered immediately." She turned around to face Cullen and smiled sweetly at him.

"So in the eyes of the Chantry and the Maker, it will be like this marriage never happened. I will be entirely yours, with no other man's name to claim me."

Cullen looked at her with a serious expression.

"That wouldn't have bothered me one bit, my love, I hope you know that. My only concern is you and your feelings."

She cocked her head to one side and looked at him, reminding him of when they'd first met, how she used to look at him with that feline curiosity that made his knees weak. She reached up to his face and touched his cheek.

"And my concern are your feelings, Cullen. I want to wash myself of all this nasty business, and I'm not just talking about the blood in this bathtub. I want a fresh start. Easier for you to propose to a young maiden than to a widow, no?"

Cullen stared at her.

"Pr-propose?" he stuttered.

Trev smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Fine, calling myself a maiden might have been a tad bit over the top. You know personally that I'm no inexperienced, young damsel. Well, young maybe, but you get my point."

"I-I..." Cullen swallowed, hard.

She laughed softly again.

"Relax, Cullen. I'm only trying to lighten the mood. You can propose or not propose anytime you'd like. As long as I get to be with you in some way I'm the happiest woman in Thedas."

She kissed him, which did absolutely nothing to calm his racing pulse. After the kiss, she buried her face in his neck, sighing again, seemingly very relaxed. Which was more than you could say about him.

"If... if I asked you, to be my w-wife that is... would you say yes?"

His heart beat like a battledrum in his chest.

She kissed her way up to his mouth and kissed his lips again, parting them with her tongue before she found his.

He moaned and melted into the kiss.

"What do you think?" she breathed. "But it will have to wait until we've finished all this business."

She sank back into the water and looked at him, excitement in her eyes.

"First, I have my current husband's head to cut off."