Author's note: I apologize for the delay, dear Readers. I had lost my muse for this particular story, but it is not back and as radiant as ever. And of course for those that have been wondering, Morrigan will finally be making her debut. Happy reading!
Chapter 5: Prophecy
The morning sun awoke Sophia up the next morning, her eyes darting around her old childhood bedroom. The stone walls became instantly familiar to her. The red carpeting that had been on the stone floors since she was a child was a comforting memory come to life. She let out a soft sigh, rolling over into her husband's arms. She had forgotten how cold her room could get, and she relaxed into the warmth of her husband's masculine arms. It didn't stir him from his sleep, as she traced small hearts across his chest. She found herself lost in her daydreams, as she had since she had awoken from her sickness. She didn't understand why or how she had survived. The magics keeping her in that hellish nightmare world had been powerful. Why would anyone release her? She was more convinced that she had fought her way out. Like she had been doing her whole life, Sophie had been fighting with her will to live and survive. Sophie felt a small kiss on her forehead and she was pulled from her daydreams, realizing the love of her life was awake.
"Sleep well, pet?" He spoke, his voice sounding as though he was still half asleep. She nodded, snuggling into his embrace. She knew she had worried him, and her brother, with her sickness. If she had ever doubted that she was loved, she had been proven wrong once again. She let out a comforted sigh as he rolled over, smirking down at her. He couldn't believe how close he had came to losing her. He wanted to keep her safe and he would cherish every moment they had together for as long as he could. Being a Grey Warden was a death sentence in itself. They both knew how limited their time was with one another. But being so close to losing his love forever was something that he had not quite been able to get over. She sat up, the blankets of fur falling from her, as she stared down at him. She was a goddess with every curve that went along her small body. She had her scars, just as he did. But, in his eyes there could never be more amazingly beautiful woman in all of the land. "How are you feeling?"
She sighed, shrugging her shoulders as she retreated from the warmth of the bed. She was still feeling a little ill, but she would not mention it to him. She wanted him to know that she would get better. She had seen the worry that filled his eyes after she awoke the night before. She never wanted to have him go through that again if she could help it. Her feet stepped against the icy cold floor that gave her a familiar feeling of peace. She didn't know why the touch of the stone against her feet made her feel at home again, but she would not doubt the feeling.
She slowly made her way over to the trunk that they had brought, opening it slowly. Alistair sat in the bed still, watching her every move as though he was claiming what was already his with just a simple glance. She quickly found a pair of boots, her favorite pair of leather pants, and a white long-sleeved cotton shirt. She moved back to the bed, sitting her clothing down on the bed, before climbing back under the covers. She knew that as the morning progressed, the cold would cease. Such was the joys of living by the ocean. She returned to her position, curled up close to her love.
"I am glad to see you are feeling better, pet." He spoke, looking down at her as he planted a small kiss on her forehead. Sophia had never been fragile before him before now. She had always been this incredibly strong woman since the moment that he met her. She had led him and his companions into battle against the Archdemon only six months prior, and she had done it with more guts than most men ever dreamed of having. It almost weakened his spirit to see her recovering from something that could have killed her. "I am better, my love. I will just have to prove it to you."
She smirked at him as she pushed him down upon the covers and climbed atop her lover. He laughed and smirked at his little vixen, a hand moving to caress the long black locks of her hair. As his blue eyes watched hers, he found himself lost in her beauty once more. "Yes, I believe you will, pet." Her head bent down to catch his lips in a fierce kiss, and her answered her back just a hungry. He found his arms wrapping their way around her slender frame, pulling her as close to him as she could possibly be. In that moment, everything had returned to normal. She was his fiery princess who did everything she could to tease and torture him. And yet, he couldn't love her any more than he did now. At least, he didn't think he could. Her hands wandered down his broad chest toward his manhood. When she reached it, her hand clasped gently around it, and he broke the kiss. She smirked devilishly at him as her hand ran along the shaft of his growing erection, watching his eyes flutter back into his head at the touch of it. She leaned down to kiss his neck, as her hand massaged the budging mass beneath her fingertips. Her tongue tickled the skin beneath her lips, and he let out a groan of pleasure. She smirked, knowing exactly what he wanted. Her husband longed for the kiss of her lips upon his loins.
She moved slowly from his side, placing herself in between his legs with his rod still in her hands. She continued to message it for a few more moments, before leaning down to place a kiss upon its tip. In mere moments, she had taken him in her mouth and the sound of his pleasured groans encouraged her to suckle upon it. It only took moments for his arousal to burst, releasing his seed into her mouth. After hastily swallowing it, she returned to her love's side, who stared up at the woman with a satisfied look upon his face. "What did I do to deserve that, pet?" He asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion. Sophia had never been one to enjoy giving him that kind of pleasure before, but she had done it without having been asked. It baffled him, as he knew that she would have rather massaged him until he spurted his love juices onto her hands.
She smiled, as her hands played in his hair. "I only wanted to please you, my love. Did it work?" He sat up abruptly, turning to look at his bride. For a moment Sophia grew afraid of what he might say or do. But, his grin was one of the widest she had seen as of late, and she relaxed. "Yes, pet. It always works. You know that." He pulled her into his arms and she sighed softly of contentment. In reality, she had only wished to prove to her husband that their was nothing to worry about. She would recover, and the only thing she didn't want was for him to treat her like a precious gem that was too fragile to touch or wear. She had always been this incredibly strong woman long before she met him, and she did not think it wise to show an ounce of weakness now. She had never been the type of woman that needed a man to take care of her. She would not start now.
He planted a soft kiss upon her head as his hands ran through her hair, massaging her scalp with his fingertips. Alistair was still worried about his wife. She seemed different, as though her strength had some how been weakened. And, no matter what he did he could not shake the sudden protectiveness that had sneaked its way inside of him. But, if he knew his Sophie, she would not want him to fuss over her. She would wanted to be treated normally, and he knew that part of the pleasurable experience that took place a few moments resulted from her desire to prove that she was fine. He watched her as she pushed herself into his lap, cuddling into his chest. No matter how strong Sophia tried to act, she was as fragile as the rose he had given her all those months ago.
"I love you, Alistair.", she spoke quietly and he smiled down at her. "And I you, my pet. You should know that you have my heart. It is yours to keep as long as you want it." His hand moved to her tanned face, brushing a few strands of her dark hair out away from her bright blue eyes. She smiled up at him, as her lips pressed against his. He prayed silently in his thoughts that many more intimate moments laid ahead for him and his bride. If she was all that existed in his world, he would be content to live out the rest of his days in her arms.
He laid her back against the pillows and proceeded in making love to her for the first time in three days. It may not have been as wild as some of their previous lovemaking, but it held a deeper meaning for the pair. Their passions was more about rediscovering the depths of their feelings for each other, rather than proving their animal instincts stronger than their control. As they finished, they fell into each others arm's. Alistair had been gentle with her for fear of her sickness returning, and he had been not been wrong to worry slightly. For, as soon as they had finished, she had closed her eyes and drifted to sleep from pure exhaustion. He smirked and kissed the forehead of his beautiful wife as he rose from the bed and dressed. He needed to find Fergus and discuss with him ways of protecting his bride. Alistair was no fool. Morrigan had attacked his bride for a reason, and he would not rest until he made sure that she was safe.
In a cave close to the ruins of Andraste's temple sat Morrigan cradling her new born son in her arms. Her plan was forming quite perfectly. She held in her arms the child she had longed for, and soon he would be joined with a sibling. Yes, it was working out better than she had expected. She could only wonder if Sophia could fight the taint. She wondered if the child that now grew inside her former traveling companion would be just as the prophecy had said; "A child with golden hair and bright blue eyes would be born nine months after the arrival of her older brother from a seemingly barren womb tainted by the Darkspawn. Two children that share a father, but each come from a different mother. These two would be the only hope humanity had of ridding itself of the Blight. For their blood would hold the immunity that would carry on for generations to come, and allow them to face the Archdemon for the final time."
Sophia and Alistair would never believe that they were the couple that the ancient tome had spoken of, but she had known it from the beginning, just as her mother Flemeth had. Her mother foresaw their arrival long before the murder of Sophie's parents, and long before Alistair had left the Chantry with Duncan. It had only required a little bit of blood magic to prepare Sophia's body for the arrival of the babe. Alistair would by now be growing suspicious of Morrigan, but she did not worry. When Alistair and his bride learned of the magic that it had taken to suppress the taint for a day, they would likely try to kill her. Or, they would thank her for the blessing that she had given them.
Morrigan knew that her son, Aidan, and the little princess would be close and they would be the pair to end the Blight. Brother and Sister sharing the courage and power to suppress the darkness. Morrigan could only hope that she would live long enough to see the day the Darkspawn were eradicated from the Ferelden. She knew that Sophia would be reasonable once she knew the truth, but it was Alistair that would be the problem. He would certainly be deciding now how best to destroy her and his son. She could admire the man and his tenacity. She could also admire his love for Sophia. She smirked to herself as she watched the fire in front of her. Let him try to find me, she thought to herself, it will make all of this easier.
Regardless of Alistair and his plans, she did not have time to worry about the man. The Grey Wardens from Orlais would be descending upon Ferelden soon enough. They will of course seek out the Hero of Ferelden and her husband, demanding to know why it was that they survived. It could compromise her whole plan if the Wardens took Sophie into captivity for questioning. The Wardens would torture her, and they would discover that blood magic was involved. It would all be over if the child was discovered. Even if Morrigan did not believe in the Maker, she found herself praying to him that the Wardens would be delayed.
The fate of the entire kingdom of Ferelden rested on the birth of Sophie's daughter, and Morrigan would not allow anything to threaten the child's existence. That she could promise. As soon as she was well enough, she would travel to Denerim, or Highever, and meet with Sophia once again. Either way, she would see her traveling companions again soon enough. She could only pray that she reach the pair before the Grey Wardens did.