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"Wake up, my love," Fenris whispered into my ear as he playfully caressed my nipple. "We're going to find your sister today." I opened my eyes and moved closer to him, biting down on my lower lip as I did so. He shook his head at me and kissed me tenderly, "We have enough time to do that once we've returned."

I pouted, "Why not now?"

"Because, I figured you'd want to spend some time with your sister, and I knew we'd have all night anyways," he kissed me playfully and got out of bed.

"Allnight?" I grinned.

"All night, my love," Fenris smirked as he got his armor on. I looked around, all of my clothes were at the Hanged Man. As if knowing my thoughts, Fenris pointed to a familiar small little pack beside the bed, "Varric brought your things over earlier."

"How nice of him," I smiled as I shifted through my pack for something decent to wear. I had no armor, and my clothes were meant more to blend in than be elegant. So I picked out my nicest outfit I owned and looked over at Fenris, "How do I look?"

"Like the woman of my dreams," he smirked.

"Flirt," I smiled, ready to go meet my sister for the first time. Fenris lifted the hood of my cloak up, just in case, and he held me by my hand as he led me out of Kirkwall and to the Dalish camp. I noticed how he walked like a panther up to the Keeper and lightly bowed his head.

"My… friend here is looking for her sister, Zarrah," Fenris told the old woman.

"Ah, Zarrah," the Keeper looked over at a young blonde elf by the fire. "She a huntress now and very proud, if not stubborn. Feel free to visit with her, for we know you mean us no harm."

Fenris had to pull me along as I looked at Zarrah, my sister, in awe. She was nothing like I'd remembered her. She had long, flowing gold-like hair that reached her waist, with a bow and arrows on her back. As we walked towards her, she looked over at me, her familiar baby-blue eyes sparkled at me like she recognized me. "Aymjah…is that you?" she breathed out.

"Zarrah?" I rushed forward and embraced her in a tight hug, leaving Fenris behind me.

"What are you doing here?" Zarrah demanded softly.

"I'm here to see you," I breathed. "I had to make sure you were safe."

"I meant why are you not with your master?" Zarrah asked. "Last I checked you were…a slave."

"She escaped," Fenris said for me, stepping beside me and grabbing my hand for support. "She spent her money to find you."

"Well, you found me," she ignored Fenris, but still kept me in her embrace. "Are you… planning on staying here?"

"I'm staying in Kirkwall with Fenris," I told her, and hugged her tighter. "I just had to make sure that you were okay… I was afraid I'd find you at the Blooming Rose."

Zarrah made a face and chuckled, "I left there three years ago. I couldn't take working in a place where all the men thought I was a whore."

For several hours Fenris, Zarrah, and me all sat and talked about everything. She ended up telling Fenris that if he ever hurt me that she'd kill him herself, and I almost laughed when Fenris told her that he'd kill anyone who tried to hurt me. It took everything in me to actually leave when it came for the time for us to leave. I gave my sister one last hug, she even hugged Fenris, and we went home. We were making our way home, when two familiar slavers stopped us outside Kirkwall.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Two escaped slaves," Theodore smirked.

"Aren't we lucky?" Luka chuckled.

Fenris pushed me behind him, started to glow brightly, drew his sword and growled angrily, "I wouldn't consider myself lucky if I were you."

"Let's teach this slave some manners," Theodore laughed as the two slavers drew their swords.

If there was a right time to use my magic, this wasn't one of those times. I took a deep breath as I spotted a templar making his way towards our quarreling group, and drew my dagger instead of using magic. I rushed forward as fast as I could, ducked underneath Fenris and the two slavers, and jumped onto Theodore's back. I stabbed my blade repeatedly into his back with the anger that coursed throughout me. Theodore fell down to the ground, but I kept on stabbing, growling "die" in Antivan with each stab. I felt the templar grab my sides and lift me up off of Theodore.

"Fenris…you better get this one home," the templar looked over at him as he sheathed his giant sword.

"Knight Captain Cullen," Fenris breathed, "I know this looks bad."

"I knew those two were up to no good as soon as I saw them in the Gallows, asking around for an elf," the templar shook his head while placing me into Fenris's arms. "Get going, now… we both know that the slavers will not be missed."

Fenris nodded and carried me until we got to Kirkwall. He placed me on the ground, and sighed as he looked at me. That was when I realized that I was all bloodied, he was too, but I had blood all over me. He held my hand as we made our way back to the manor, I had my head down the entire time.

"What's wrong, Love?" Fenris asked me.

"When Theodore and Luka don't report back… he knew I was gone, that's why they were here, and now he'll know where I am when they don't go back to Tevinter," I breathed out, taking off my bloodied cloak, shirt and pants. "He'll kill all of your friends to get to me, Fenris."

Fenris got a cold smirk on his face, "I'd like for him to try. He'll be killed before he can even cast a spell, Aymjah. They're stronger than you think."

"So Varric's stories were true?" I asked.

"For the most part-no, but some of it was true…he has this tendency to spin wild twists into his stories," Fenris picked my clothes off the ground and helped me into the bedroom.

"So what he'd said about you dancing from room to room…" I raised an eyebrow.

"It was something I told to him as a joke," Fenris sighed. "He's used that against me since it came out of my mouth."

"So you're telling me to be careful what I say to Varric?" I batted my clothes out of his hands; I wanted to feel his arms around me so I'd be safe. He did just that as soon as the clothes left his hands. He took me into his arms and pushed my bloodstained hair out of my face.

"You can tell Varric anything, Love, just know that he'll twist the words so it'll fit his stories," Fenris breathed into my ear. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"I know," I kissed him then, wanting to keep him in my arms forever. I murmured against his lips, "and I thank you for being there for me when I met my sister."

"I love you, Aymjah," Fenris smiled. "I'm here for you, I know what you're going through- I've already gone through it all."

"When will my fear stop?" I looked into his eyes.

"The moment he's dead," he told me. "That's the only way you'll know you're truly free."

I nodded my understanding and leaned against him, his armor felt strange against my naked body. Fenris chuckled as he removed his armor and joined me in bed. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Passion grew within me, causing me to go breathless. He pulled away from me once again and whispered in Tevinter, "Let's get you cleaned up, Love, and then you'll have me all to yourself all night."