This chapter is Leliana point of view. Its not really a memory, it more on her thoughts as I did with Sten. Leliana is known as a good character, and my character from Nobleman's Revenge is anything but good.

This chapter hasn't been beta read, if anyone wishes to do some beta reading drop me a line. I can read my stories over and over for mistake but I always miss the most obvious ones – go figure.

This is a very short look from Leliana's perspective.

Thank you to Eva Galana for the review and Bonesfan4evar4. The both of you have made my day.

I sat staring at the sky, the stars shone brightly. Mikhail was sitting down talking with Gilmore quietly. They were talking about the past, laughing sometimes. These were the only times I see him have a friendly smile, one that wasn't cover in ridicule or spite or his favourite sneering smile. That one puts me on edge. You just never know what he will do.

I had to admit though he was a strong leader, no one rarely crossed him or made him mad. Well other than Gilmore but he had a way that calms Mikhail down.

He even had the Qunari's respect, from what I heard it was very hard to get that. He had the assassin's respect but I could see he didn't trust the assassin fully. I didn't know what to think of him.

When I first met him I was interested to see if more could go on between us, actually to be honest with myself sometimes even now I think about that. Though I know he will never take me up if I offered. He wasn't one for long romances, or falling in love.

I knew that by watching him with the assassin who slept in his tent or by Gilmore who he was sleeping with. But for some odd reason that stopped.

Gilmore had told me once that he loved another and could love no one else. I had asked who and he wouldn't answer. I didn't understand how a man like him could love. He was cocky, cruel at times, and he was also what my mentor use to call a loose canon.

"My mentor, now there was a problem, I had lied to Mikhail. I feared what he would do when he found out that I lied, but a part of me told me he already knew that I lied. There have been a few occasions that I had tried talking to him but I couldn't. My mouth went dry, my hands started shaking.

It was odd he was never mean to me, he was always polite, and treated everyone but Morrigan the same way. If he was abrupt to one person you can bet he would be the same to the others.

Then there were these times, where he was human. He smiled, his bright blue eyes were alight with mischief. His smile was warm and inviting. This were the times that I liked him the most, where I could almost ask him but never do.

He caught me watching him and glances towards me, like a young niave girl I blush and look away bashfully. That's the affect he has on me sometimes, but I know he prefers men rather than woman.

I am a very confused bard right now. I think I've made up my mind to tell him about my mentor… I wonder how that's going to go over.

Taking a deep breath to forify myself I rise from where I was sitting and walk over to him. He looks at me expectantly and….

To be continued in the story. I wanted to put a chapter in here for Leliana. To see Mikhail from her point of view. Reviews are appreciated, and welcome.