Epilogue:

Because some suggestions were a little warped! I love you guys... and here is the ending as requested.

- Happy Ending Every Time -

"There's still time to run away son," Morrigan assured Kieran as she adjusted the collar on his ceremonial uniform. "You can say you realized you're afraid of her, or that she made you realize you like men. You could fake that for a night, yes?" He looked at her with a caring smile and Morrigan knew he wouldn't budge. "Or at least you could... I don't know, declare your heart is elven and demand a small ritual in the woods?"

"Mother," the young man answered, bending a bit to kiss her cheek, "I'm getting married. And since my father is the King, it will be here." He shifted, obviously uncomfortable. "Even if we wish it wasn't."

"And what did Leandra have to say about this... this monstrosity that has become your wedding?" the Queen demanded.

Kieran chuckled. "She suggested the ritual in the woods."

"See! I knew it!"

"And how would that have looked?" He glared. He had the glare down. Whether it was the old soul in him or his two decades of training, he could silence anyone. Including, apparently, his mother.

"Bad." Morrigan huffed. "I'm going to make sure your doting bride doesn't run away then."

"Don't tempt her, mother!" were Kieran's final words as Morrigan departed. She stepped out to see her husband, her Alistair, leaning against the wall. The witch wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"How is he doing?"

"Better than I."

Alistair chuckled. "You were the same at our wedding. So calm, and very logical. Remember?"

Morrigan relaxed into his arms, her face inches from his. "I remember." She closed the gap, kissing gently.

"I take it all is well?" Nathaniel appeared begin them, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the wall.

"Of course," Alistair assured. "Shouldn't you be giving the bride words of wisdom?"

"My wife kicked me out. As did her aunts. And cousins." Howe frowned. "I guess any words I have for her will need to be spoken later."

Meanwhile, not far away, Marian had shoved Bella and Merrill from the small room. Well actually, Leliana had, leaving Leandra with her mother and favorite aunt. The girl hung on her mother's shoulders. "I'm petrified, mamae."

Marian had to smile as she took moved to the seat and guided her daughter into it. "You are fine. You have a firm voice, a steady hand, and you will be married to the boy you've lived since you were young. What could possibly frighten you?"

Leandra sighed. Her mother couldn't understand. The woman was basically unmovable. She'd faced down all the politicians, including the king, defeated two archdemons...

"Says the woman who threw up five times before heading down the aisle," Bethany mused, laughing. Leandra watched as her mother, the First Warden and Arlessa of Amaranthine, flowed bright red.

"Mother!"

"I was merely..."

"Nervous beyond all belief," Bethamy noted, turning to the young woman on the chair. "All brides are."

Leandra took a deep breath, relaxing as her mother began to pull her hair up in a braid and set the little flowers in as they had planned. Her Aunt Bethany followed up by taking the little brushes and applying a light bit of make-up to her youthful face. Within minutes her fears ebbed as the older women took her preparation in hand.

Last was the dress. Leandra stepped into the cream-colored fabric and breathed a sigh of relief. It was her mother's design, meaning it reduced the frippery and hugged her curves where it mattered. She saw the delicate details of pearls as her eyes peeked over before meeting the softness in her mother's face.

"You look so beautiful."

Leandra beamed, then the door opened quite unexpectedly as her trip of aunts by marriage entered. Leliana came up first with a very noticeable box and opened the lid to reveal a pair of shoes in the same pearl color as the dress. They were flat, made for dancing and comfort. Perfect. "A little birdie thought these would suit you," the spymistress said with a wink. Leandra a let her aunt bend to help her slip the shoes on her feet. Unsurprisingly, they fit perfectly.

Isabella came next, taking her niece's hand an setting something in them. When Leandra looked, she nearly gasped at the beautiful necklace of silvery-gold, and the blue sapphire in the center. "Wear it well, darling," the naval admiral assured in a purr, "and you will need nothing else to adorn your body tonight." Leandra blushed as she fastened the piece around her neck.

Then Merrill stepped forward, putting a hand on the young girls forehead and reciting an elven blessing. Both Bethany and Leandra listened intently, responding at the end. Merrill drew the girl in for a hug, taking an arm and tying a silk cord at the girl's wrist. It was small, hardly noticeable, but very meaningful. "Mythal's light on this day," Merrill said with a smile.

"Elvhenen enansal," Leandra said with a bow of her head. "Will you..?"

"Solas is with Kieran as we speak,"

Merrill assured. "He will ensure the proper honor is done."

At that the four aunts left together, the two couples hand-in-hand. Leandra took a deep breath. "It is time, isn't it?" she asked her mother.

"Nearly." The older woman considered her daughter before hugging her to her. "You are always my daughter, Lee-bug, and you will always have a home with your father and I." Then, unexpectedly, Marian reached to her side and grabbed one last item. "This... was a gift from your Uncle Zevran once. I wore it when I married, and I would have you do the same." With that, the red-head held out a single earring. Leandra looked up, seeing tears welling lightly in her mother's eyes.

"Mom?"

"It's nothing," Marian sighed. Leandra knew to drop it, letting her mother have this secret. The older woman composed herself, reaching up to pull a stray hair from Lee's eyes. "Shall we?"

Leandra smiled. Time to find father, and have her parents walk her down the aisle and to the next destiny that waited.