The room was dark, and heavily scented with lavenders when he came in. He could see her, lying on her bed, dressed in a nightshirt with a glass of what looked like potion on the table beside her. He smiled a little as he moved forward, seeing her beautiful face by the light of the moon on her balcony. He sat by her bed, but his movements made her blink awake and look up at him. But he sighed in relief when she smiled up at him.

"I didn't mean to wake you, Inquisitor." He muttered out, reaching to push the errant hairs on her forehead away from her face.

"It's actually good you woke me, I was having a bit of a nightmare." She replied, reaching up to his hand to hold it, squeezing it lightly.

"Anything you care to share?"

"I dreamt I was drowning in a sea of Golden Scythe." She said, causing him to chuckle, "And that Bull and the Chargers and Varric and Sera were rowing away from me, laughing."

"Yes, Josephine did tell us about what happened this evening. By the way, she has agreed that you would be wearing the same suit as us to the ball. I told her you would not be able to fight in a dress, should we encounter the assassin." He said, still smiling at her, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, now that I won't have to wear that stupid dress and now that I've seen you." Idril sighed as his hand settled on her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she held on to it, "I didn't see you all day. Even though I ran around Skyhold trying to avoid Josephine."

"I was a little busy with training our men, Inquisitor." Cullen said, "But I will be here the whole day tomorrow, perhaps you could oblige me with a game of chess in the garden."

She smiled, illuminating her face, "I'd like that." He shifted a bit as he smiled, and Idril saw his face. She looked at him worriedly as she reached up and touched his cheek, "Cullen, have you been sleeping? You look tired."

He shook his head as he took her hand and kissed it, "I'm on my way to sleep now, your Worship."

But Idril shifted, moving to the other side of the bed, and Cullen felt a little disappointed as she moved away. But he blinked when she patted the side she had occupied and looked up expectantly at him, and he realized she was asking him to sleep beside her.

"Inquisitor, I can't… I… I have my room…"

"That tower with the broken roof, where a draft could give you a cold or snow can fall on you? No, definitely not." Idril said, before smiling gently at him, "I promise… I won't do anything you don't like, Cullen."

Cullen sighed, but he shifted as he removed his armor and his boots, as well as his coat. Standing on his pants and undershirt, he moved the blankets away and slid into the bed beside her. "Maker, the servants are going to have a feast out of the gossip from this."

Idril laughed, "Don't worry, I trust you. I know you're a gentleman."

Cullen groaned out loud as he finally settled down beside her on his side facing her, wrapping the covers around him. "Well, honestly, I don't trust myself right now, Inquisitor."

"You'll be fine, just get some sleep." Idril said, and Cullen closed his eyes and sighed.

But soon he felt Idril moving, lifting up his arm. He peeked at her as she turned her back to him, and settled his arm on her waist so that they were 'spooning'. Idril's hair tickled his face, but he smelled the scent of lavender on them, and he breathed in deep as he tried to still his heart… and his urges… when her body pressed against him. "You cheater." He chuckled, before pulling her towards him tighter.

"I did say that I won't do anything you don't like." She said, sounding amused.

Cullen laughed a little, "If I may say so, Inquisitor, shut up and get some sleep. We have another ordinary day tomorrow."

"Right. Goodnight, Cullen."

"Goodnight…. Idril."