AN: So this is the last chapter but from Alistair's and Zevran's perspective. I have mostly focused on Diana, so I wanted to make a chapter from their POV. Hope you don't mind, because I thought it was necessary. Plus I love getting Zevran back one way or another. I just wanted to say thanks again for all the reviews, alerts and new favorites added. I know I've said this soooo many times over, but gosh darn it, I say it again. I really appreciate and get so happy when I see my inbox with alerts, favorites and reviews. And I'm sorry sometimes if make typos, grammatical errors. I do try my best, and sometimes I fail to see these mistakes. But anyway, what I wanted to say is that it really makes me happy when I see response to my story. :)
Alistair woke up by the servant. His head felt groggy and he blinked several times before he came to his senses. He noticed quickly that Diana was gone, and he thought he was probably with Morrigan, the apostate bitch, he scowled to himself.
A big yawn and he stood up. He sent the servant away after he got the set of clothes he was supposed to wear. He felt like he was five again, even though he was sleeping in the stables, some servant had always put clothes right next to him every day when he woke up. He felt the fabric, and frowned. He really couldn't wait until he was back in his armor again. Right, he had forgotten the big meeting he was supposed to have with Eamon and some of the other nobles concerning the darkspawn threat and the marriage.
He needed to send messengers to Orlais, concerning the threat. Even if he hated to admit it, they needed more Wardens there darkspawn had been relatively small in numbers but somehow they kept coming and being aggressive. He knew Diana had been quite occupied with other matters, and since he's no longer one, he did not have the right to perform the joining anymore. All this recent activities was bothering him more then it should, or maybe not. He should be focused on the marriage and soon to his baby girl entering the world. Aurelia.
Alistair smiled at this. He would love and cherish the child, and give it everything he didn't have. He could imagine how spoiled she would be in future years. He wondered how she would be, she would most certainly get her beauty from her mother, and her wisdom. He could picture their future, where there were no darkspawn threats, and that he was not that much needed so he could spend most of his time with his daughter. Alistair wanted nothing else, then to be with her and her mother. Diana, he never stopped loving her, he always did fancy her as well from the very start. He wondered if she would ever return the feelings? If they had never met Zevran, maybe everything would have been different. He would never understand her feelings for him. He has not been particularly nice to her, neither allowing her to see him, and he broke her heart deeply on two occasions if he recalls correctly, and yet he claims to love her?
The very thought was absurd. Alistair would never hurt her like that. He hated the assassin with every fibre of his being for causing Diana pain, and she would never allow Alistair to comfort her like he did the night their daughter was conceived. He had been hurt by the fact of being used, but he couldn't get that night out of his head. Her touch, her kisses, her soft skin connecting with his. He would do anything for that again, hopefully, she might come to love him with their child. They had shared one moment of true happiness when he finally could feel their child kick. A loving family was all Alistair ever wanted, especially for his child. He wanted it be raised with both a mother and a father.
Alistair had time to call for a bath, and after scrubbing and cleaning himself, he got up. He put on the clothes and hoped to meet Diana without Morrigan hopefully after his meeting with Eamon.
He was still not used to people bowing down to him, and felt very awkward with the fact that they would do everything for his bidding as he walked to the other side of the palace. He opened the door to his council chamber, a big opal shaped room, with paintings from Amaranthine, Andraste and Ferelden hanging.
The sunlight reflected from the windows filled them with passion and brought the drawings to life in Alistair's meaning. The chamber was already occupied with Eamon and Wulff. The letter had been written and sent about the darkspawns to the Empress, and It didn't take long until the doors opened up again, and Alistair's eyes widened at the sight seeing the bloody Orlesian commander, David standing before him. He had blood dripping from his armor and the only two words coming out from him until he collapsed was;
"Warden...danger." They had immediately gotten him to his quarters and had him treated under Alistair's healer's supervision. Zevran had been doing fine these couple of weeks, he had been told, so he didn't feel bad about taking the healer from him. When he and several others, among them Wulff and Eamon was waiting to hear anything, he got interrupted from a servant that Diana had collapsed in the gardens. He sprinted from the room to his garden, to find the witch hovering over her.
"Get away from her, you evil, nose-crooked thing!" He snarled as he took her in his arms.
"How original." She sniffed at him, as Alistair tried taking Diana in his arms, the most comfortable way he could.
"What did you do to her?" He was seething, seeing how neutral Morrigan had remained. The bitch had been robbed of all her human emotions, hadn't she?
"You will know that soon enough, 'tis if your brain can of course comprehend information given to it."
Alistair grimaced, and picked his pregnant lady up. She was so heavy with the extra weight, and not easy to carry, having the enormous ball for a belly. He was not in a mood to fight Morrigan, he had to get Diana to her room, and check on the Orlesian. He had come alone and wounded, that can't be good, can it?
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Zevran was walking around in his room with the crutches. He hated having to be dependable on things to be able to walk. But it was better then to be stuck in bed, not being able to move at all. The healer had been impressed with his fast recovery, but he still had some way to go before he could become independent once more. He knew he hurt her by keeping her at bay, but no, he could not let her see him like this. Like a weakling, he was more then this. She deserved more then this. And if he had acted normal or caring when he did see her during the last time, she would have been with him every step of the way. He had to do this alone. Although being stuck in this room now was getting quite dull. He wondered how long he would have to be dependent on these forsaken crutches. He hadn't seen her for five months almost and it had been driving him insane. But what could he do, he would not be able to sleep with her, not walk with her, or being her loyal ear to listen to her troubles, when being so self-centered about himself. He was not a fool either, he knew she must be quite enormous now, and that soon, she would give birth. He hoped he would be healed by then, because he wanted to be with her during that moment, healed or not. It was only so much he could take.
Alistair's mage healer Aerian had been with him every day, watching his progress. He was the one keeping Zevran updated about everything that had transpired in the palace and the city since he got stuck. Apparently the king had grown a close bond with the future soon-to-be-queen-and-mother. Before he could actually think about it, the door burst open, and a female servant practically yelled that Aerlian was needed, leaving Zevran quite bewildered. He never liked not being in the loop of things. He wondered where Diana was, and a slight nervous feeling that have been so absent, ignited. Something was wrong, he could just tell. It was hovering all over the palace. Zevran gripped his crutches and looked at the wide open door. He promised himself to not go out in this state, but that feeling would just grow more powerful if he would not be able to see her, and he hadn't for almost five months. Curiosity took the best of him, and he swallowed the remaining pride he had in search for Diana.
Walking, more actually swinging on the crutches, he saw servants running around the palace like a lost animal pack. He instantly got reminded when Diana had been badly hurt during that ritual the other Wardens forced her to do.
"Zevran, you're up?" Came Alistair's voice. Zevran turned as fast as he could, and he saw her hanging in his arms, like a dead corpse. He didn't like the way Alistair was holding her, like a child that does not want to let go of its favorite toy, but he didn't say anything. Now was not the time.
"I noticed the turmoil in the palace and alas, my curious eyes got the best of me." He grinned, not taking his eyes of her pale face. She looked so vulnerable, what happened to her? His eyes scanned her core, and as he suspected. Her belly had grown large over these months.
Alistair didn't care for his answer and moved past him in a hurry with maidens scurrying after them as he headed for, what Zevran knew, her room was.
"So she hasn't let go of you yet, how marvelous miracles occur. It really makes me happy to see I have not been affected of these preposterous silly emotions." Came a voice behind him that just made Zevran's smile grew bigger.
"Ah, so the lovely yet dangerous witch makes an appearance." He said facing Morrigan, that slowly walked past him while eyeing his crutches.
"And you apparently have lost your capability to walk, I wonder if all your intelligence is gone with it?"
"Ah, you wound me, my dear. I assure you my other skills are not damaged by my, how would you call it, current situation." He said mockingly.
"Tempting, I'm sure, but I require my partners to be more, 'how would you call it', athletic and being able to perform certain wishes." Morrigan added in a seductive voice, while her eyebrows raised high on her forehead, and glided towards Diana's room.
Zevran followed her movements and chuckled lightly. Morrigan is back, well that should be interesting.
All those thoughts went blank when a high-pitched scream from Diana's room echoed what Zevran believed, the entire palace.