Titles
Chapter 2: A King's Woes
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King Alistair sat in his chambers in the royal palace at Denerim. Usually he avoided going to this place because it reminded him that he was King and he had important duties to do, important things to worry about. He had been King for almost 8 months and it was still a shock to him to be called "Your Majesty" and "Your Highness." Whenever he would be called that, he had to double check and make sure it was him they were talking to. He had important business in Denerim to take care of, even though he really didn't want to do it. Arl Eamon was insisting that he find a suitable noble woman and marry her, so that there could be an heir. He had put it off claiming he needed to figure out how to be a King first, and then marry. So he deliberately avoided the topic or would change the subject when the topic of marriage would take place.
He sighed as he looked at his window; it was a clear and moonless night. Part of him would have given anything and everything to be out hunting darkspawn again. He missed all the traveling and fighting. He was embarrased to admit it, but he had taken to sleeping on a soft mattress and sleeping under silks sheets surprisingly fast. Of course, one of the perks about being king was the selection of fine cheeses that was readily available for him to eat. It would frustrate the cook to no end when he would sneak down into the kitchens and eat the cheeses that she was saving for banquets.
However, tonight, he wasn't in a mood to be sneaking into kitchens and having his fill of cheese. He had barely even touched his dinner tonight. He was too busy thinking, which according to Morrigan was sure to take forever. Thinking about his travels always made him lonely and moody, especially when he thought about his traveling companions. There was companion in particular he couldn't stop thinking about. The woman he had loved, Elissa Cousland, with her lovely brown hair and beautiful green eyes. He tried not to think about her all the time, he was the one who had to end the relationship because he knew he needed someone who would be able to have his heir. When he only had maybe 30 years left to live, an heir was crucial. He needed to carry on his bloodline. He told himself, she probably hated him for ending this the way he did. He had loved her with all his heart and soul. She was his support; she believed he could be a good King, even when he didn't believe it himself. He sighed again and stood up, walking over to the windows and looking outside.
An elven maid came in a short time later and took away his plate, noting it had barely been touched. She was concerned for her King; he usually had her get more food. She would have been running back and forth with plate after plate of food, seeing him not eating troubled her. She made a note to tell somebody about this. She returned his plate to the kitchen. "What's this then?" The cook said annoyed, "I work hard on making his dinners, even getting the Orlesian cheeses that are hard to find for him, and he sends it back! Just because he's King doesn't mean he can't get away with this." She said annoyed as she threw the leftovers for the malbari hounds to eat, they tore into it with relish. "Well you can go up to the King and you tell him, there will be no midnight raids of my larder tonight! And you be quick about it you little slut!" The maid bowed, "Yes Mistress." She then walked to the library where she knew the Kings aides would be she hesitantly walked in.