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I stretched out on the bed and felt Fenris's arms tighten around me. I felt a smile spread across my face and I attempted to turn around to face him, but his hold made it nearly impossible to move. He chuckled and snuggled his face into my long, raven black hair, "You're awake."

"I see you are too," he let me turn to face him finally. He brushed the loose strands of my black hair back and smiled at me. I snuggled against his chest and sighed in Tevinter, "Please don't ever let this end."

"I won't," Fenris breathed. "I'd rather die than let anyone ever hurt you."

I was thankful that he hadn't seen my back just yet, I wasn't really looking forward to him seeing the scars that marked my back as reminders of my time as a slave. His fingers caressed one of my scars and he moved away from me, like he'd read my mind or something. He now had a clear view of my back; I sat up quickly and grabbed his hand. I spoke quickly, though I'm not sure which language I spoke, "Please don't get angry, I couldn't bare it right now. They might seem bad… but at the time…" I couldn't think of what to say. The scars were from my one failed escape attempt once I'd heard that a good handful of slavers were killed and that slavery was illegal in Ferelden. I'd made the mistake of not being on an assignment when I had tried to make my escape, but it seemed that I couldn't find a good reason to keep him calm.

He looked at me and pain reflected in his forest green eyes as he kissed my scarred back. Almost as if his kisses had healing abilities. One kiss tickled me and made me laugh. I turned around and looked up at him. His eyes got wide suddenly, he jumped up, got dressed, and held my cloak out for me.

I smirked at him and spoke in Ferelden, "You're joking me right… you really don't want me to go out in just that."

"I hate putting my trust in the abomination, but he's a healer… he could possibly heal your scars," Fenris said to me.

"They've already healed, Fenris," I shook my head, smiling at the kind thought. "What good does healing magic do on scars? Nikoli used healing magics to heal the cuts." Fenris started to glow, the look in his eyes was close to being deadly. I grabbed his hands and looked up into his eyes, "Let's not talk about unpleasantness right now…"

Before I could finish my sentence, there was a knock on the door, Fenris wrapped my cloak around me, pulled me onto his lap, and the door swung open. A rather busty woman came stalking in, my guess she was Rivaini.

"Do you know how to knock, Isabela?" Fenris growled.

"My, my," Isabela purred as she winked at me, "you, my dear, look properly ravished! Care if I join in?"

I looked at Fenris in horror, unable to believe the words coming from this strange woman. He had a light smirk on his otherwise serious face as he spoke to Isabela, "Why don't you go find your pleasures somewhere else?"

"Aw, but elves are more…exotic," Isabela pouted.

"Go, Isabela," Fenris said. "We're fine… we don't need you to join us."

"Party-pooper," Isabela smirked and turned to leave. She winked at me, "If you ever want any fun, pretty thing, then just come calling. I'll be at the Hanged Man if you want me." With that she was gone. I was in shock at what just happened and Fenris was chuckling.

"Is she always like that?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Love, she is always like that," Fenris pulled me closer to him. He kissed my neck and breathed, "What do you want to do today?"

"I have to go talk to Varric," I told him.

He frowned, but didn't release me, "Must you really talk to him now?"

"If I want to find my sister, yes," I wiggled free from him and quickly got dressed. My back was to him, and I knew he had a clear view of every single one of my scars. I whirled around and Fenris pulled me back into his arms. I spoke to him in Tevinter, "I need to find my sister. Varric could have found something out about where I could find her."

I didn't wait for him to say anything, I got up and left, making my way to the Hanged Man in Lowtown. I walked down to the Hightown market area when I bumped into the last person I wanted to. He studied me with his amber eyes and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Anders," I breathed out and looked away from him.

He studied me for a second, "Do you need any help?"

I looked at him wide-eyed in awe, "You'd help someone who nearly killed you?"

"That's the point, you didn't...so in a way I owe you," Anders grinned at me.

"Do you know an elf by the name of Zarrah?" I asked.

Anders shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't say I have."

I cursed angrily in Antivan and pushed past the mage. I needed to get to Varric and see if he got any information about the elves who worked in the Blooming Rose. I practically ran the rest of the way to the Hanged Man. When I walked through the door I saw Varric at a corner table with Hawke, Merrill, and…Isabela.

"Elfie! I was-uh-getting worried about you," Varric smirked at me. "So…did you enjoy your night?"

"Yes, thank you," I sat down beside him. "Have you heard any news?"

Varric shook his head, "If your sister is here in Kirkwall, she's using a different name. That's the best I came up with." I stood immediately and headed towards the door; Varric called after me, "Where are you going, Elfie?"

"The Blooming Rose to find my sister," I stated.

"I'll come with you," Isabela stood and followed me out the door. She had a skip in her step and she grinned at me as we made our way to Hightown, "So you and Fenris…that's kind of cute."

"Cute?" I frowned. "How's that cute?"

"Two sexy elves together…intimately. At least he has a sex life now," Isabela winked at me, "and my offer still stands, pretty thing, if you ever want some real fun just ask me."

"I'm good, but thanks," I sighed. We got to the Blooming Rose and I took a deep breath. I did not enjoy the company of whores; I found them vile and cheap, willing slaves. It bothered me that elves and humans alike could sell themselves to the highest bidder. Isabela opened the door for me and escorted me into the brothel. I cringed immediately at the sights before me. There were men and women, elves, dwarves, and humans alike selling themselves for gold.

"Now, pretty thing, do you know who you're looking for?" Isabela asked me with another wink.

"My younger sister," I answered softly. I walked up to the bar and the old man behind the bar looked at me and smirked, "What will you be having?"

"Is there an elf here by the name of Zarrah?" I asked, praying to the Maker that he'd know who I was talking about.

"Oh, Zee?" the bartender smirked. "She worked here for a while, but from what I understand she found a better lifestyle. She got tired of working the bar, so… I believe she went to seek out the Dalish." The old man winked at me, "If you were looking to have some fun with her…"

"She's my sister," I growled.

"Oh…well I understand that there's a clan of Dalish elves right outside of town," the bartender sighed. "They've been there for several years now, so I'd go look there if I were you."

I nodded, turned around to leave, but Isabela grabbed my arm, "Are you sure…you don't want some… extra entertainment while we're here?"

I made a face and shook my head, "I'm sure." I pulled my arm away from her and walked out of the brothel. I was trying my best to hide my anger as she followed me out. At least my sister hadn't been so desperate as to sell herself for some gold. I just didn't like the fact that I had to go looking in a different place for her, but I was glad that she wasn't living in a brothel any longer. I froze when I spotted two slavers I recognized from Tevinter. I hid behind Isabela and grabbed ahold of her shirt.

"Wha-what's wrong?" she asked.

"Slavers," I whispered fearfully. Not just only slavers, but Nikoli's slavers. I felt myself shaking and Isabela pulled my hood over my head.

"Don't worry, pretty thing," she purred into my ear. "We'll get you past them and to Fenris as soon as possible." I was shaking too badly to even move a muscle. Theodore and Luka knew what I looked like and how I walked. I couldn't let go of Isabela, so she opened the brothel door and pushed me back inside. "You wait right here while I go and grab some backup… will that make you feel better?" she asked me.

I nodded and watched her leave the brothel. I sat on the bench and put my head in my hands. The door to the Blooming Rose opened, out of the corner of my eyes I spotted Theodore and Luka walking in.

"We're working, Luka, we can't afford to stop here," Theodore frowned.

"I haven't been laid in months," Luka growled. "A nice elven wench will do me some good."

"Why not wait until we find that bitch?" Theodore asked. "Then you can take your sexual frustration out on her."

"Because, you idiot, Nikoli will check her as soon as we get back to Tevinter, and I value my life," Luka finished walking into the main room of the brothel. I let out a breath of air, thankful that neither of them noticed me.

I remained in my spot until the door opened again, only this time it was Fenris, Varric, Isabela, Merrill, and Hawke that walked in. I was still shaking, and my eyes were locked on Theodore- who was sitting at a table with a small blonde elf on his lap.

"Are you okay?" Hawke asked me softly, following my gaze.

"If I kill them… he'll know I'm here," I muttered to myself in Tevinter. "If they catch me…" tears ran down my face at the very thought of what they'd said. Theodore had always lusted after me, and I feared that he'd take the advantage of me no longer being innocent. I felt Fenris's arms wrap around me and lift me against his chest.

"Let's get you home, Love," Fenris breathed. He quickly strode out the door, Theodore not even noticing us. Varric, Hawke, Merrill, and Isabela followed us.

"Can you explain to me why she's so scared of two slavers?" Isabela frowned.

"Enough, Isabela," Fenris sighed.

"I just don't understand," Isabela said. "You see slavers and you attack…she saw them and started to shake like a leaf."

"I said enough, Isabela," Fenris growled, and I buried my face against his armor. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my face, but in his arms I actually felt completely safe. When we made it to his mansion he laid me down on his bed and turned to face his friends. "I've got it from here. We'll meet you all at the Hanged Man later on." Everyone left us alone, and he lowered himself onto the bed beside me. He saw my tears and pulled me close to his body. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Maker that I could keep him at my side forever.