The sun was warm on Cullen's skin but the air was cold. He let out a sigh.
"Now..." He thought to himself. "Why did I come here?.."
Remembering, he walked over to the nearby stand that read "Orlesian Imports" He picked up a box of cocoa that Amalia had been asking for. Looking for the price, he couldn't find one. He flagged down the owner of the stand to ask the price. He finally caught the woman's attention.
"Excuse me" he questioned. "How much is this cocoa?"
The woman looked Cullen up and down. There was a hint of disapproval on her face.
She replied with a thick Orlesian accent. "That would be one hundred gold."
Of course there was no point to argue. He knew he was getting over charged but he handed over the gold anyway.
"Here you are." he replied.
The woman gladly took the money and gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Thank you ser." "You were really generous."
Cullen flashed her a glare.
"Yes I suppose..if that's what you want to call it."
The woman simply ignored him and tended to her other customers.
Looking around he decided that he should head back.
"That's the last time I ever go to that stall" Cullen said.
Walking down the path he felt that something wasn't right.
"Well, what do we got here boys?"
Cullen stopped and turned around. He was greeted with an unusual mercenary. By his build he thought that he must be the leader of the two imbeciles on either side of him. He knew those two were most likely not the only ones in his company.
the shortest of the three piped up.
"Looks like that guy we saw with that lady boss."
The leader shot him a glare and slapped him on the back of the head. "Shut up."
The leader turned his attention back to Cullen.
"So how's your lady doing?" he shot Cullen a smirk.
Cullen eyed him suspiciously, observing him. Amalia never mentioned her attackers but he remembered seeing the shards of Red Lyrium and the veins of red around the gash in her side.
"So..." he said. "you were the ones that did that to her."
the leader shot him a sarcastic smirk. "Bravo..and we thought you would never guess!"
the other two piped up and laughed.
"SHUT IT!"
"a-alright b-boss." The two cowered in fear.
"Now if I remember.." The leader drawled. "Your love took out two of my best. Even if they were imbeciles."
Cullen stared at him in silence.
"What's wrong boy?." the leader smirked.
Cullen felt a rage boiling up inside him.
Suddenly, Cullen drew his sword.
"If you're going to fight me..do it already."
"Oh no" the Leader said. "I'm not going to fight you.." "We are." "Boys?"
With that said, more of his thralls jumped out from behind their cover of boulders or bushes.
Prepared, Cullen charged with his shield up.
He rammed into the one on the left side of the Mercenary Lord and ran his sword through him.
The Mercenary Lord let out a scream of rage.
"GET HIM!"
Cullen threatened the mob of abominations with a cry. before one of them could bring down their swords he put up his shield as it left out a loud clang. Cullen lunged forward and pierced two of the mercenaries with his sword. Finishing them, the remainder of the mercenaries fled. The Mercenary Lord shot him a glare and charged off.
Sheathing his sword he let out a sigh of exhaustion as he spoke to himself.
"That's the last of them..I hope."
He ran a hand through his blonde hair and cleared his throat as he walked back home.
As Amalia was in the living room she heard a knock on the door.
she got up and answered the door.
"Oh maker." she sighed. "Cullen I was worried about you." "Why are you covered in blood?..."
Cullen looked at her. "It's quite a dull tale."
"Well.." she said. "If you're covered in blood It must have not been that dull." "I want to know" she took his gloved hand in hers.
"Alright let me get cleaned up."
with that he headed to the bathroom.
Once he was inside he closed the door and leaned up against it.
So many thoughts were going through his mind at once he couldn't think straight. He headed over to the wash basin and cleaned up.
He looked up into the mirror and sighed.
when he was finished he opened the door and headed out into the living room.
Amalia looked at him questioningly. "So..what happened.?"
"Well..." Cullen ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Remember those mercenaries that attacked you?"
She could barely remember but it was enough to know who he was speaking of. "Yes, only a little though."
"I was attacked by them and I doubt they won't give us trouble for a while."
Amalia went silent.
Cullen questioned her. "Amalia are you all right?"
"huh?..Oh!" "Yes...I was just hoping they wouldn't have given you trouble."
Cullen grinned. "Well on the bright side, I got you that cocoa you asked for."
He handed her a small bag. He face suddenly lit up with joy.
"Thank you Cullen!" she pulled him into a soft embrace.
Cullen chuckled lightly. "You're welcome my dear."
He kissed her lightly on the forehead.
She looked up into his eyes.
"I love you, you know that right?"
He chuckled. "Yes I do, and I love you too"
she smiled up at him. "Good, I was hoping you would say that."
He looked down to her. "When do I not?"
she buried her face in his chest. "Hardly ever."
He rested his head on her shoulder. "I was hoping you would say that."
End.
A/N: I was thinking of ending it here. Let me know if I should continue.
~Thanks!