How higher will you climb I wonder?

I had thought you would keep your end of the bargain but you did not really get a say at the end of the Landsmeet did you? No, you sat on the sidelines while your puppet prince murdered my father, a hero in cold blood. Single combat or not - if you had spoken up my father would still be alive - he may even have been of use to Ferelden in the end, we will never know. Because of you.

I hope that your reign is not long. I hope that you are barren and haggard by the end. I am what this country needs - you are a grasping little player. I have come to terms that my time as queen may have ended but I shall never stop hoping for your demise, fool. As I sit in this tower in dwellings far below my station like a petty criminal praying that you and that idiot, Alistair fall at the hands of darkspawn I could laugh; I want to live, I want my people to be safe and that runs in complete parallel to what I wish would befall you...

You may stop this and I may be finished. But know that your soft-touch lover will never have me executed, not only that, there would be an insurrection if you did push for it - Eamon will be the first to admit it. So I laugh because you cannot touch me and know this, Melody; I will never go away and I will never ever abdicate in favour of Alistair. Not even if you rack me.

Exile me and I shall raise a force to retake my home. Leave me and I shall rot with omens for you upon my lips; that you shall have no more joy of Queenship than I did towards the end. You sit in my chair, remember that.

Signed, Anora Mac Tir Theirin, True Queen of Ferelden.

- A crumpled piece of vellum found in the highest tower of Fort Drakon.

Blondie,

Maker, where do I even begin? Shit, sorry, that's no way to start a letter - especially not this letter...I can't even make my hand form the words and the ink keeps drying on the nib. I've wasted about fifty sheets of parchment and I don't even know if this will be the letter I finally manage to write you...I'm so sorry...

Hawke is...dead. She died in the Fade defending us from some big hunger demon thing. That's the first time I've written it down...it's the worst sentence I've ever wrote, it makes me want to snap the quill and rip up this letter so it won't be true, in black and white, right there in front of me. It's no fiction, though...She died so that we could live, like a true champion but I'm not sure I'm worthy of her sacrifice.

I'm sorry that you couldn't be there to help, I really am but I don't know that would have helped anyway. I'm sorry...for everything...I couldn't save her either, my best friend...Andraste forgive me.

For I will never forgive myself.

- A tear-stained letter.

Did you think I would not find out?!

You are a fool if you did not! Varric I promise you this: if it turns out that you have been hiding the Champion from me I will skin you alive before gutting you within an inch of your life before I burn your innards in front of your eyes as your life blood runs out of you.

Do not test me.

Beside the angry scrawl there is a naughty picture of a bum.

Where would you even hide a champion anyway?

A champion hiding place

Lady Seeker's gotta big temper like her sword

Better watch smarty pants Varric cos she'd have you

Underneath is a detailed picture of Varric being beaten up by Cassandra

You guys gonna fight?

Do it under the tavern window

I'll get sugared plumbs for it!

- A crumpled note that's been smoothed out found in Sera's room.

Your Sexiness,

I know you hate the lustful letters but I find it amusing to imagine you blushing as you read my words. Anyway I write to inform you of a particularly interesting little nugget of gossip that I think you will find rather intriguing; Wardens moving through Antiva. I know what you're thinking - not that interesting.

Well what you may not know is that when they were asked as to their business they used choice words which I picked up on; words that you used when last we met - calling, death, secret and deep roads. So that got me thinking; where did they go? Aha! The Deep Roads of course! So now I need to ask for your company when you resurface - there is no way out of the deep roads beneath Antiva bar the way you go in, so I know where you'll resurface.

You simply must see my lovely cage.

- Z

- A pleasant smelling letter found in the Crow Master's office.

I know you're hurting but he had to go, he did not want to but he had to.

He won't come back to claim you falsely he loves you too much.

It was real and no matter what you feel now you know it was too.

He doesn't want you to save him but to live while you can.

Stop gazing across that terrible distance at him.

Looking over with your sad blue eyes with love and betrayal in your heart both.

He knows it hurts you.

It...hurts...him.

I don't want my friends to hurt anymore.

- A strange message found on the mirror in the Inquisitor's chambers.

Uncle,

I am well thank you for your concern...I joined the loyalists in the end. I am in a safe place far from the fighting, before I was helping wounded with my healing magic and assisting the Mothers at the Crossroads. I saw what the separatists did, they were mad with a horrible hunger in their eyes - an insatiable need for revenge on those that had locked them away from the world so long ago...

I think I am blessed to have known my family at least - many, if not all of the other apprentices did not and ached because of it. I heard that the sundering of the sky was due to a mage, pray it is not so, Uncle, for fear of my kind is rampant enough without the Divine's death laid at our feet, Maker rest her soul.

There was news the other day that Redcliffe had been retaken by the Inquisition and yourself restored, I breathed such a sigh of relief to know that you escaped with your life and weren't hurt. I would have ridden all night to heal you if I had to. I dare not tell you where I am at this moment in time but it was thanks to an old friend of yours that I got away; it's the second time she's saved my life, I think...I believe I owe her more than just my life at this point. Eternal servitude perhaps?

Yours faithfully, Connor.

- A letter found in Arl Teagan's office.

My Queen,

Know that my loyalty transcends all time and space and that forever and beyond you shall always be my truest queen. The Cousland slut's days are numbered on the throne, already she sweats trying to keep your crown steady on her head. The people are quietly divided, while most are simply happy to an end to the civil war many grumble about your treatment by the false monarchs. The matter of your imprisonment is another matter; I truly do not think we can bring them down on that accusation alone, you are after all - and pardon my impertinence - you are not exactly 'imprisoned' in the way that people would believe your well being was in jeopardy, the Banns and Arls have declared you officially under house arrest until you swear your fealty to King Alistair, bah.

Forgive me, my lady but I am afraid there is little we can do to put a dent in the Warden Queen's popularity while she still rides her heroic achievement of defeating the Archdemon and ending the Blight - the one good thing to come of this sorry predicament for sure - as it assures that there will be a day when House Mac Tir shall rise again with you at its head to tear down the Noble Fool of Highever.

Until then, I advise you to wait and bide your time. Quietly gather allies and ready your strength for if you still have the will to fight when this queen falls - as she must - you will find steadfast allies in the true nobility of Ferelden who have not forgotten the oaths they swore you when your were crowned our Golden Queen.

Your loving and enduring servant as long as time endures.

- An intricately folded letter written in cipher found in an unclaimed lock box.

Sera!

For the one thousandth time, do not pin undergarments to my doorway when foreign dignitaries are in residence! Next time I shall retaliate and you have not seen undergarments like Antivan undergarments.

You have been warned.

Josephine

Sera's drawn a picture of herself showing her bum with her tongue out.

Felt you were smiling as you wrote that

Need a double door for Antivan knickers!

A picture of Antivan undergarments takes up the rest of the page.

- Another note found in Sera's room.