A/N: Many notes!
First: Long chapter! And lots of history/ backstory at some points. Now here was my issue: there is like nothing on Ostwick! I found only like three facts but other then those there was nothing. So here is what I know. 1) Ostwick is on the coast of The Free Marches. 2) Ostwick is a tinny City State. 3) The ruler of Ostwick is called a Teyrn. Now I have only changed one of these facts (kind of) because of no information on the Teyrn or how the royal system works in Ostwick, I explain it in story but I wanted to give everyone a horns up.
Second: I have just realized that my spacers to show time changes haven't been showing up in the actual fic, I am so sorry! I am going back through chapter one and two and putting those spaces back in so you can see the time jumps. Also minor edits, if anything major changes I will post it in a A/N.
Third: please comment, I have no idea how I'm doing with out comments. Yay, Nay, Meh? Please tell me…. But please only constructive criticism. If it's only on spelling and grammar please message me don't just comment about that and not the story.
Forth: Thank you everyone for reading, I have gotten SO MANY VIEWS, so thank you! If you're returning Thank you! If you have just barley read the first two chapters and are now on this one, thank you for continuing! You are all awesome!
-Jasmine
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The ride was a long one; it took them two days in carriage to get to Highever where they spent the night in a small inn and tavern by the coast. Normally the pair would have stayed up with the tavern folk, played card games and partaken in other festivities. But this night once both Bull and Gwen had gotten to their small room they both collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion and fell quickly asleep. They woke early the next day, bathed, changed and then found themselves on the docks preparing for another two days journey across the sea to Ostwick.
The waters were choppy and Gwen had developed a terrible case of seasickness that not even candied ginger could cure. Nothing would stay down as the ship rocked back and forth endlessly. Bull did everything in his power to try and ease her suffering as the ship was thrown every witch way by the angered sea but nothing he did even helped to ease her pain. Mid morning of day two on the ship was when they finally spotted the distance shore of the Free Marches city of Ostwick. To both Bull and Gwen this was like someone had told them that they would have free drinks in the tavern for the rest of the night, it was a very beautiful and magical sight.
Once the ship docked the couple was finally able to stretch and take in the sights around them. Bull had never been to Ostwick personally but Gwen had told him about the entire city. It was one of the smaller City States of the Free Marches, it was known for its markets, shipping industry, and it fish; the people of Ostwick were obsessive about their fish. Gwen had also explained how the Teyrn of Ostwick had fallen ill then passed away ten years before the fifth blight, and without naming an heir the rule of the city had fallen to her father who was next in line. There had been economic growth in trade after her father had taken over the city and everyone seamed to be at peace for the most part. The only opposition people had against her family was the fact that they had been known for their extreme conservative and religious views. Looking around Ostwick it self the city seemed to be in fair condition. The buildings were made out of a uniform white mat stone with dark blue shingles for the roofing. People bustled about their day, the open market seamed to busy as people hurried from store front to store front gathering this that and the other thing.
"I think we have some time to go get food and maybe walk around a bit before the carriage gets here to bring us up to the family home." Gwen stretched and looked up at him. Bull gave her a curt nod before speaking.
"Sounds good to me," Bull wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked through the bustling streets to a find a tavern close to the docks, which in the end was am extremely easy task. The tavern was called The Beached Whale, to which Bull raised and eye brow at the repulsive name. Gwen saw his expression and laugh quickly.
"It's good, I promise." Gwen stated as they walked through the door. The tavern was tinny and not lit that well, but the room was lively with laughter and music. But it was the smell of the food that made Bull like the tavern the most. He could smell battered things frying in the back along with sweeter treats cooking in the ovens. They hadn't had any good food or drink in the last four days and Bull was feeling it. He needed a warm meal and some ale to calm his hunger and mild anxiety. The Qunari and Rouge quickly grabbed a small table near the back. The menu was predominantly fish or seafood based, Gwen hadn't joked when she said that Ostwick was obsessed with their fish. After ordering multiple dishes and ale the two finally settled into their seats both with a large sigh. Gwen pulled out the braid in her hair and let the now wavy hair fall along her back. Once their eyes met Gwen couldn't help but laugh.
"What is it Kadan?" Bull smirked as her laughter bubbled up and trickled into his ears. Slowly her laughter ceased but the smile never died from her lips.
"This entire situation it hilarious. I am going to introduce my Qunari lover to my royal family, even after I sent them some strongly worded letters telling them to shove it. Now we are here in one of my old haunts, in the home I never thought I would see again." Gwen took a sip out of her tankard and watched Bull. Mirth danced across her eyes as they sat there together. He didn't break eye contact with her, there was a new life to her again that he only saw as they had run around the storm coast or the Hinterlands together completing the little tasks she had been so adamant on doing.
"You're happier here." Bull stated as a fact, he set down his now empty tankard. Gwen sighed softly and set her own tankard down next to his. She bit down on the bottom of her light pink lip as she sat back. Finally with a sigh she responded.
"It's a different type of happy. I don't have to be The Inquisitor here. Yes, I am still Lady Trevelyan, but I can get around that by hiding and with a little trickery." Gwen smiled and leaned in towards Bull who matched her with a smirk, her voice lowered and teased him, "I know everything about this city, we could run around and never get caught if we wanted. I can be a rebel here without any Orlesian Nobles looking down upon through their masks. I am free here to do as I please and not have Josie or Cass yell at me for not saying or doing the right things. I do love Skyhold; don't get me wrong, that is my home now. Yet, Ostwick will always have beautiful memories attached to it for me, I will always want to come back and visit and relive it."
"Maybe we should find ourselves here more often." Bull grumbled softly as he leaned in and captured her lips and kissed her slowly, demanding much more then just the kiss. Bull took her hand in his and slowly started to rub circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. Gwen pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes.
"Is The Iron Bull hinting that we should be a serious couple and go on vacations together? Oh my, what will the Chargers say! Scandalous!" Both Gwen and Bull laughed loudly together.
"What can I say, I am full of surprises." Bull stole another kiss from her lips, which she eagerly gave him. Even with their lips intertwined Bull could sense someone watching them, he could feel the anger rolling off this person in waves. Bull knew that this could only be one person in particular.
"I think we have company, Kadan." Bull mumbled against her lips. Gwen pulled away and looked over to their new companion. Once her green eyes met another set the blood ran out of her face and she went slack jaw.
"D-d-dad."
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Having all of Gwen's advisors walk in on the two of them was not embarrassing for Bull at al. Yet some how having Gwen's father, a ruler of a small City State was a different story. Bull felt like Cullen after he had lost all of his clothing to Josephine. As they road in the tinny carriage Bull sat next to Gwen, her father had only said two words to them when he found them.
"Fallow me." The man had spit out in disgust and had turned on his heal, proudly walking out of the tavern. Gwen fallowed his order like a wounded puppy, and Bull had to fallow her. Now the three sat in complete silence for the ride up the windy hill to the castle. Even though the Bann was graying in both his well-trimmed beard and hair Bull could easily see the vibrant red that he loved on Gwen was from him. Even though the Ban's green orbs were cold, he could see the resemblance in Gwen's warm mischievous ones. The father and daughter both had the same royal air about them; the Bann had earned his from years of practice while Gwen's was breed into her.
Bull cleared his throat, Bann Trevelyan's hawk like eyes snapped to him in an instant.
"So, Sir, how are…things?" Bull asked.
"Silence, Qunari." The Bann demanded, Bull glared at the man and kept his stare, but Bull kept his mouth shut.
"Dad-"
"Gwendolyn, not now." George Trevelyan growled out. With that Gwen looked out the carriage window; Bull intertwined his fingers within hers. He could feel her fathers disapproving gaze on them, but it wouldn't bother Bull.
Bull looked out the same window as Gwen. Together they watched as the white stone castle with midnight blue spires slowly started coming up towards them. The castle was an impressive sight to see and he could see the beauty in the land around them, they had the coast that quickly changed into a lush forest almost like the Emerald Graves.
Soon the carriage stopped in front of the family's home where a line of patiently waiting servants stood. Gwen's father got out of the carriage first and started a brisk walk towards the entrance to the main hall. Bull then crawled out of the carriage and help Gwen gracefully descend to the coble stone road. He offered her his arm and she graciously wrapped both of her arms around his tree trunk of a bicep. The servants quickly all curtsied or bowed as they walked by. As they passed the servants would say warm pleasantries to them. The entire thing made Bull feel weird. As they walked through the massive blue doors he heard Gwen take in a quick breath, she was nervous as they walked through the white stone hall, her father had already taken a seat on his throne. The hall was vacant except for the three of them. Soon the pair stood in front of Bann George Trevelyan, his angered expression towards them never changed.
"Well this is nice," The Bann said sarcastically, "My youngest finally home once more with her Qunari pet, or is the other way around?" The Bann sat back in the chair just like Gwen had so many times in her judgment chair, silence echoed through the hall as if he was waiting for them to answer.
"I am hers." Bull stated, "and my name is The Iron Bull, but you can call be Bull for short if you like. Gwen likes to call me her big lug, you could call me that too I guess." The mercenary smirked with a shrug, while the Bann almost raised his eyebrow in surprise at that, but he didn't. His gaze soon shifted to Gwen.
"Honestly Gwendolyn, I'm surprised by you. You have always gone against everything I've said and now this. I tell you to come home, and you did which is surprising, but you come here with the problem that I wanted you to leave behind and forget about," the man sighed, "and I had a nice boy from Starkhaven lined up for your hand." Bull growled softly and tightened his grip on Gwen's arm, who in turn flared red with anger at the comment. This caused the Bann to smirk. "You're like your mother, too head strong for your own good." With that he stood from his chair and walked towards them.
"Gwendolyn, your mother would like to see you, go to the gardens." Bull and Gwen together were about to leave before his voice echoed off the white stonewalls of the main hall. "Not the Qunari, just you Gwen." With that Gwen and Bull shared a quick look before they were separated. Bull stood there alone in the hall with George Trevelyan.
"I'll be honest, I applaud my daughter for her audacity on bringing you here with her. Yet I will never admit that to her." Bull watched him, there was a point to this conversation but Bull hadn't discovered it yet.
" You were going to marry her off." Bull stated.
"Yes, to a noble of Starkhaven as I said. He's in the running to be the next prince, it would give her power, land, and the stability she needs." There it was, there was the point.
"And the Inquisition nor I am stable enough for you to feel comfortable about it." Bull folded his arms over his chest he loomed over the man in front of him.
" Very good, you're much smarter then you seem Qunari."
"It was a Ben-Hassarath, but I sacrificed that title for Tal-Voshoth for her." Bull nodded to where Gwen had left.
"Do you love her?"
"She is my Kadan, My heart. While I am her love." Bull stated
"I don't like you."
"I don't like you either, Bann George Trevelyan the fourth. Yet we will have to learn to live with the other because your daughter will do what ever she pleases. You might want to tell that royal to go home, I don't think he will be getting a wife from here any time soon." Bull smirked at the short man. George Trevelyan glared at Bull but said nothing. Their conversation was done. With the smirk still in place Bull did an over the top bow and left the room, the sound of his boots echoed through the hall as he went to go try find Gwen.
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Bull easily found Gwen in the gardens with her mothers and two older sisters. Gwen was lounging on a bench with a smirk as the three tried to get her to play some sort of lawn game with tinny wooden mallets. Bull stood on the outskirts of the scene not wanting to draw attention to himself just yet. Julia was a short plump woman, he could easily see that she was once extremely beautiful, but after birthing four children and raising them had taken a toll on her body. From what it sounded like it had been more of Gwen who had taken the toll on her. Julia's once light blond hair had started to gray around her temples, and she had painted her face in effort to hide the laugh lines around her eyes and lips and worry marks on her forehead. Her twin daughters were obviously a striking image of what she had once been with their golden blond ringlets and endless sapphire and doe shaped eyes. All three were dressed to impress, but for whom, Bull didn't know.
"Please play Gwendolyn, Ivy and I haven't seen you in over a year. You use to love this game!" one of the twins pleaded.
"No, I hated this game with a passion." Gwen stated as she picked up a delicate teacup and too a sip out of it.
"Oh Gwen, why do you put up such a fuss, it's just a game." Julia was obviously flustered by this point. The group must have been trying to get her to play for a while.
"Iris and I have missed you ever so much, please Gwendolyn it would be such a great time to get reacquainted." Ivy stated with a pout. Gwen sighed as her eyes caught his, slowly a devilish smirk transformed onto her lip. Bull hadn't seen her look like that since her and Sera had planned pranks on everyone in the keep. Bull didn't like that smirk.
"I have an idea Ivy and Iris, why don't you play with Bull, I bet he would so ever love to become better acquainted with you both." Bull crossed his arms as the three other women looked over in his direction. All of their eyes went wide as they looked onto his behemoth of a size. He could hear Julia utter a soft 'oh my.' Bull let out a chuckle and shook his head as he walked over.
"You are cruel, Kadan." Gwen just shrugged with a smirk and took another sip from the delicate floral and golden cup. Bull stood in front of the group of women and bowed to them. "I'm The Iron Bull, but I guess Gwen told you about me already."
"Yes, she did." Julia slowly stated, choosing her next words carefully, "Only good things did she mention, don't you worry."
"Oh, I'm not, I know I can be quite a bastard." Bull smirked as the twin delicate flowers in front of him started to turn a light pink. On the other hand Julia looked as if she wanted to laugh, but quickly schooled her features. The twins cleared their throats and looked between themselves and Bull.
"Would you look at the time Ivy," Iris exclaimed loudly, "we must run and get ready for dinner."
"Oh yes, Iris, I must powder my nose." With that the two quickly scampered off to the family quarters of the castle. Bull raised an eyebrow at Gwen who just shrugged. Julia sighed softly after the two left.
"Mom, could we now talk normally now, since those two aren't here any longer?" Gwen asked as she pulled out a clear bottle from behind the roses, it was partially filled with a familiar amber liquid. Quickly Gwen uncorked it and poured it into the teacup she had and another one next to it. Bull sat down next to Gwen and she gave him the bottle, which he happily took from her and started to drink out of.
"Gladly." Her mother stated with a sigh as she reached for the other teacup and gracefully sat down near them. They stayed silent for a few moments as they sat and drank up some of the fine liquor. Julia cleared her throat softly and turned her eyes to bull.
"I assume you angered my husband." The woman stated, this wasn't a question, she knew it would be fact.
"Yes."
"Good, he needs something to take him down a notch, he's had such a stick up his ass about you two. Don't get me wrong that man has always had a stick up his ass, but it must have grown into a sapling in there." Gwen laughed loudly and then with a sigh looked over at her mother with a serious look.
"What happened to him?" Gwen asked softly, her mother shrugged slightly.
"Honestly your father is getting old and having a hard time adjusting to the world around us. With the Templars going rouge and mages being free, then there is that hole in the sky that you fixed. All of it just shook him hard and he grabbed harder on to his faith for some sense of stability." Julia put down her cup lightly on to a small saucer on the garden table. " He wants his children to be safe, but doesn't think about their happiness. I'm honestly surprised you even came at all after the letters he sent you, even more so since you came with her Bull." To that Bull shrugged as he rested his arm over the back of the bench.
"I couldn't let her travel alone, she would get lost in a heart beat. She has a terrible sense of direction; Gwen got us lost all the time during the Inquisition. We would be out for hours wading through the swamps with her just saying 'I think it's this way!'" He felt her give him a swift punch in the side, he groaned in mild pain but it had been worth it.
"That's not true! We were only lost once or twice." Gwen stated with a small pout and looked away, "We got there eventually; we just took a few detours along the way, that's all."
"What ever you want to believe, Kadan," Bull smirked as he took a swig of the bourbon. Bull saw something spark in Julia's icy blue gaze, but her emotions we schooled. Bull knew that she had understood him. The Iron Bull watched her out of the corner of his eye as he tried to piece together how she would know some Qunlat. Quickly the Bann's wife got up from her seat. She smoothed out her full skirts and then looked down at the pair on the bench.
"Well I must get ready for dinner and you both should as well. I had the servants bring both of your trunks up to Gwen's old room, even though the Bann had demanded separate rooms." Her mother shrugged with a smirk he had seen so any times on Gwen, "Oh well." With that the woman left the two in the garden alone. Gwen sighed as she curled closer to Bull's chest.
"Your family is weird." Bull stated quietly, he earned a laugh from Gwen at that.
"You don't even know the half of it."
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Gwen led him up to her old room; he shouldn't have been surprised when her childhood room was larger than the room the Inquisition had given her was. Bull let out a low whistle as they walked in. The cream and gold colored suit was comprised of four rooms in total. First there was the sitting room which it's book cases held close to half the amount of books Skyhold had. Attached to the sitting room was a bathroom that held a tub that both Gwen and Bull could comfortably rest in. The bathroom was fallowed by a walk-in closet that was about the size of Bull's old room at Skyhold. Finally there was the bedroom, which held a large canopy style bed with enough pillows for him to loose Gwen in. Across from the bed there was curved wall of floor the ceiling windows and glass doors that led out to a small balcony that overlooked the sea and small village bellow.
"You should be happy Varric isn't here, if he didn't have enough fuel to call you a spoiled princess before, he would now." Bull stated as he went towards the windows in the bedroom, the view of the sun hitting the ocean was breath taking. Gwen laughed at his comment as she searched through the racks of clothing finding a suitable dress for dinner.
Bull could hear the sound of a small bell tinkling as it moved towards him. Soon something behind him started to growl in his direction. Bull froze wide-eyed as he listened to some unknown beast approach him. Slowly he turned and watched as a giant white fur ball stalked towards him. The bright yellow gleamed in the sunlight as it approached its target, Bull gulped. Quickly the beast pounced and started to claw at his pants; Bull let out a scream as he tried to defend himself. Gwen came running in with one of her daggers but quickly stopped in her tracks as she watched the pure breed Antevian long hair attack Bull's boots laces. Gwen tossed her dagger onto her bed and scooped the large white cat into her arms.
"Now Sir PussWuss, don't be a grump." Gwen chided the cat as she bumped her finger on its pink nose, the cat let out a grumpy yowl at the red head.
"You named it." Bull stated loudly watching her wide eyed as the beast started purring in her arms.
"Yes, he was a gift from my aunt, he was the runt of the litter." Gwen said softly as she nuzzled him.
"That thing was the runt? He's giant."
"He got fat." Gwen stated with a shrug. Bull calmed slightly. "Animals just don't like you." Gwen stated after a bit.
"No, I think it's the horns." Bull shrugged. Gwen chuckled slightly and she put Sir PussWuss down on his bed. The cat quickly started to kneed the plush surface before curling into a ball.
"Come on lets get ready you big lug." Bull fallowed her into the walk-in closet and shut the door behind them quietly.
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Dinner was quite, too quiet for Bull's liking. He had quickly learned that Gwen's oldest brother, George the fifth, was just as stuck up as his father if not more. He had made his hatred of Bull very clear when they exchanged "pleasantries," if you counted 'the only reason why I have not challenged you too a duel yet is because I do not want to get blood on my shoes' as pleasant. Bull was done with the silence; he quickly cleared his throat as he set one of the five forks down on his plate.
"Lady Trevelyan, how did you and your husband meet?" Bull asked loudly, everyone at the table seamed to pause in mid motion as if Bull had broken a cardinal rule. Julia put down her fork and was about to speak before the Bann answered quickly.
"We met at a ball, our eyes met and I started to court her properly." The Bann resumed eating, but Julia glared at the man to her right before she spoke.
"We did meet at a ball, but it's not as simple as George likes to admit." The Bann glared at his wife, willing her to be silenced but she continued any way.
"We met at the winter festival that is held here in the Ostwick castel at the end of every year. I had been eighteen and George had been twenty or so. George had come with his parents and with the woman he was betrothed to at the time. I had gone to-"
"Julia!" The Bann slammed his fists on the table silencing his wife; quietly the Bann continued, "We will not discuss this, in front of someone who is not family." Julia's lips thinned into a tight line as she watched her husband. Her words were as cold as her ice like eyes.
"George, are you so blind as to ignore what's in front of you, just because it goes against your religion? He call's her Kadan, which is the closest thing to showing love in the Qunari culture. Our daughter is happy and glowing, The Iron Bull is probably the closest thing to a son in-law that you will have from the looks of it. Will you get your head out of your ass before you loose everyone you care for." Julia was red in the face as she glared at her husband who stayed silent and kept his eyes trained on his dinner. The silence continued for a moment before Julia looked over to Bull before she continued with her story.
"I was never of noble blood like the Bann would like you and everyone to believe. I was an orphan on the streets of Starkhaven and there want much money in the orphanage at the time so most of the time we went to bed hungry. Once I was able I picked up a pair of daggers and joined a mercenary group. I needed to take care of the other children and help as much as I could so we would have food in our bellies and warm clothes for winter. I joined a group called The Red Hand, after watching what I could do naturally they decided to train me as an assassin; no one would suspect some young blond girl with big blue eyes to be a threat to them, I could slip in and out undetected.
"I grew up and honed my skill. I had enough beauty to pass as a noble woman's daughter and not to be questioned of my comings and goings. When I was eighteen I had been given an assignment to assassinate the Bann of Ostwick at the time. I didn't care why, but I had been told it was because of some dark deals he was making to secure power. Any way, I was given a pass into the winter festival. So, I went to do my job as I had always done.
"As the ball went on I found my target and was about to go seduce him to the back rooms to complete my mission. As I was walking towards him I had ran into George, our eyes met and the world stopped around us just like in the books. He asked for a dance, there was no way I could complete the job so I ran away."
"…and I fallowed her." The ban stated softly, everyone's eyes turned to him as he kept looking at his unfinished dinner in front of him. The man looked up and looked over towards Bull, "I had no idea who she was, or why she was really at the ball, but I couldn't let her escape that easily. I was a spoiled brat that had always gotten what I wanted, so when the girl with the large crystal like eyes ran I had to catch her to get what I wanted." Julia cleared her throat and looked away for a moment.
"A few months later I found out I was with child. We had been sending unmarked letters back and forth since the ball. I told him that I didn't expect anything but I wanted him to know, and I asked that my child know at least his name."
"I ran to Starkhaven and brought her home. I broke my arranged engagement and married Julia that day." The Bann relaxed in his chair and looked up at Bull who had taken Gwen's hand at some point. George Trevelyan looked at their interlocked hands for a moment with a thoughtful look, his green eyes softened in the candle light. "My parents were angry and wanted to kill me, but there was nothing they could do. I was in love and on top of the world. I would have given up everything for her."
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Dinner had ended on a good note; everyone had turned to remembering stories of growing up in the castle walls, by the end of the dinner the negative mood that had settled over the family was gone for hopefully good. As everyone headed to his or her rooms George Trevelyan asked Bull to stay for a moment longer. The man was silent at first as they stood in the firelight, the older man let out a sigh and looked up to the Qunari before he finally spoke.
"You make her happy?"
"I do."
"Protect her."
"With my life." Bull stated as he crossed his arms across his chest. The Bann gave him a quick nod.
"Good." George paused again, "Was my wife correct about you being family?"
Bull shrugged before simply stating, "I am what she wants us to be."
"What do you want?"
Bull was silent; images of Gwen and him ageing together came to his mind along with the natural stages of human life. He saw visions of her patching him up after coming back home with the chargers. He wanted to make her smile and to give her a normal life, or as normal as he could make it for her. He wanted to give her all that he could; even if it couldn't match what she had become use to with life here in Ostwick. But there was one thing that he knew he couldn't live with out, the feeling of her in his arms in the morning as she slept. He couldn't be with out the little noises she would make in her sleep as she curled closer to his chest, or the way her eyes were filled with happiness when she would wake up on his chest. Bull knew that was what he wanted, and he would do everything in his power to keep that for the rest of his life if she let him.
"I want to wake up with her in my arms for as long as she will allow me to have her there." The Bann slightly smiled at that, with a nod they said their goodbyes and George departed. Bull stood there watching the fire dance in the fireplace, possibilities flooded his mind as the flames slowly died off. Finally Bull made his way back to their room for the time being.
Gwen was already naked and in bed when Bull came into the room. She was reading some leather bound novel with Sir PussWuss at the foot of her bed, attacking her toes that she wiggled them for him. When she heard the door shut Gwen looked up at Bull who loomed in the doorway.
"You coming to bed there or what you big lug?" She asked softly with a smile as she closed her book and put it onto the bedside table.
"What do you want Gwen?" Bull asked her softly as he walked towards the bed, she looked at him confused. Bull bent down and started to unlace his boots, quickly he kicked hem off.
"What are you on about Bull?"
"Where do you see this," Bull motioned to the two of them as he sat on the edge of the bed, "in a year, two, five, ten?" Gwen's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, she stared at him as if he had just sprouted wings.
"What did my dad say to you?" tinges of anger tainted her voice.
"Nothing, I just…" Bull looked out the window with a frustrated sigh; he was going about this the wrong way. The image that Krem talked about popped into his mind. "Do you see yourself in a poufy white dress some day?" Gwen was silent for a moment before she burst into laughter. Bull rolled his eyes when it took her quite a long moment to calm down.
"Bull, are you getting sappy on me?" Bull was about to argue before she cut him off, her voice took a serious edge"I don't need that stuff, I'm happy with what we are, I don't need the pomp and regalia." She got up on her knees in front of him so they were eye to eyes, gently she cupped his face in her hands. " I am happy with you. I want you. I don't care where exactly we are Bull, or what happens. As long as we're together fighting side by side I am happy, Kadan." Her voice said the word softly. Bull quickly pushed her onto the bed and kissed her roughly as he wrapped his arms around her hips. The world kept spinning and going on its axle, but for them time had stopped and they were together.
A/N: it's not over yet, I promise.
