Dear Brother,
Once again, you prove to be a man of few words. For the love of the maker, you could write sentences longer than two sentences, even if pressed for time. I almost feel bad for the poor crow that you made carry the message, traveling all that way for nothing. But I also realize you are busy- or at least, were busy. Everyone in the village has been talking about the inquisitors victory over that old God thing- what is that about, anyway? In any case, I assume that now, since we don't have gaping holes in the sky that are threatening to swallow is whole any longer, you can now write your favorite sister a long, heavy letter about your life. To start, I'll even give you some questions!
1) when will I be able to see you again? Edward and Masie have been asking me relentlessly about their 'famous' uncle they've never met.
2) have you heard from mum? I've sent her a few letters and have gotten nothing in return. I hope she's all right.
3) are you and the inquisitor...closer than just colleagues? You know how fast gossip travels around. I've heard stories that range from soldiers seeing you steal kisses on the battlements to you knocking her up on the corpse of an arch demon. Am I going to be the aunt of a spite baby? Because I would love that. Write back soon, brother dear. This blasted pregnancy makes it hard for me to do anything outside of the house, so I'm bored out of my mind.
Your loving and nosy sister,
Mia
Dear Mia,
I've found a moment to sit down and write you. You can't fault me for sending such short letters, but I will try to answer your questions:
1) I should have some time coming up in about a month. The Inquisitor has a meeting with Queen Anora to discuss the role of the inquisition in the government's structure. Tell Edward and Masie their uncle can't wait to meet them. 2) My colleague has put out some of her agents to check on mother. It turns out she had moved house after the breach broke out. Her and father now live in the Free Marches in a small village. I made sure all your letters were delivered accordingly. She apologizes for not telling you, apparently she had been spelling your husbands name wrong.
3) no. That is ridiculous, I did not have...relations with Yvaine on the back of a dead archdemon. But to answer your question regarding our relationship...yes, we are more than colleagues. I find myself feeling happier than I have been in a long time being around her. She is...the closest thing to perfect I have ever encountered. She is wise beyond her years, she is clever and quick but has one of the gentlest hearts I have ever known. During an operation to capture a keep, she spent a whole three days in the freezing waste of Emprise Du Lion searching ruins for an old woman's ring, just because she wanted to help her. She's reunited families and taken time to ensure that the refugees are as comfortable as they can be in their circumstances. She outwitted the entire orlesian court and forced all three of the nobles vying for the throne to work together. She passes it sweets to the refugee children at sky hold. She talks to wounded soldiers. Every mission she picks seeds to bring back - she loves gardening. She reads more than I've ever seen another person. Her family cut ties with her long ago because she was a Mage and instead of harboring hatred, she just created a new family here. I can say that without a doubt everyone who works within our circle would lay down their life for her. She was the light in the darkness for so many, but for me most of all.
She isn't perfect - she swears more than she should and often jokes her way through inquisition judgements, but she's the closest I believe I'll ever get. After all, she fell in love with someone as broken as me.
I love her, Mia. If I could, I would pull her into the nearest Chantry and marry her in a second. I want to watch her grow large with my children and mother them with the same kindness she shows to those around us. I want to watch her hair grey and wrinkles etch into her skin. And I think she wants the same. At least, the way she smiled and kissed my neck as she read that last sentence over my shoulder gives me hope.
Forgive your brother for his long letter bragging on his love. I don't feel like my old self, and that's a good thing, I suppose.
Love,
Cullen
Dear Mia,
I slipped this in before Cullen could see. I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to let you know how much your brother has helped with the inquisitions victories- truly we could not have won this war without him. In addition, how much he means to me personally. Under the armor her presents he is one of the kindest, funniest, brilliant men I've ever met, and I'm honored to call him mine. He'd blush endlessly if he knew I was writing you about him- but why shouldn't I brag on him? He certainly won't, the humble bastard. I probably shouldn't tell you, but we've played endless games of chess practicing for what he calls will be your 'destruction'. He loves you very much, I can tell.
I hope I will be able to meet you when we come to Redcliffe; it would be an honor to meet Cullen's family.
Sincerely, Yvaine Trevelyan
Dear Inquistor,
OF COURSE you can come visit! Have cullen bring you up when he finally breaks away from his duties. I still have our old chess board, and very much look forward to this 'destruction'.
I can't write much now, but I just wanted to thank you for making my brother so happy. I don't know how much of his letter you read, but the way he talked about you I almost fell in love with you. You make his days brighter, and for a man who has seen so much darkness, your presence is invaluable. Can't wait to see you when you're in Recliffe. Masie has told me how much she wants to grow up to be the next Inquisitor.
Mia
Dear Cullen,
MARRY. HER.
MARRY HER OR I WILL.
Mia