Dragon 9:25, 26th Justinian

'Look, Loghain! It's Gwaren!' Mahira almost stood up in the carriage to look at Gwaren's walls and gate. 'I missed this place so much.'

'Me too.' Loghain replied to her with faint smile on his face. He was really happy to be here again. Far from Royal Palace. Few years ago he didn't really want to come here even for one day but it changed after he married with Mahria. Old memories was replaced with a new ones. Better ones. After an hour they reached the gates to see a lot of citizens gathered to welcome them. All party stopped there to greet with people of Gwaren.

'Come here, Loghain, I want to leave that carriage and not look at it ever again.' Mac Tir approached Mahria and helped her to get out of it. When she was standing on the ground already a huge applause broke from the crowd at sight of her swollen belly as no one in Gwaren knew that Mahria was pregnant. She smiled at the people and waved her hand to them. In the front she noticed Kaidan, Gwaren Seneschal. He approached them with huge smile.

'Teyrn Loghain, Teyrna Mahria. I'm overjoyed to see you safe and sound back here. And let me congratulate on your pregnancy, Teyrna. Such a marvelous news for all of us.' Mahria blushed lightly as she approached the crowd. Loghain embraced her with one hand to put it loosely on her waist.

'Citizens of Gwaren!' Loghain exclaimed with hoarse voice. 'I want you to know, that in few months we will welcome to this world an heir to Gwaren Teyrnir.' Another huge applause and wishes of luck broke from the gathered townsfolk. As cheers and shouts calmed Teyrns Mac Tir returned to the carriage to talk to Anora.

'I don't want to ride it, Loghain, let's walk back home.' Mahria was really fed up with that mean of transport already. 'Do you want to walk with us, Anora?'

'Nah, I want to go and wash myself properly. And get fresh clothes.'

'Fine. Let's go, Mahria. If you really want to walk there I can't forbid it. Thanks the Maker it's not that far.' Loghain ordered soldiers to return to the barracks. Anora left with servants to ride to the manor so Mahria and Loghain was left to stroll down the city. They weren't alone though. Lots of citizens came to them to bid them best wishes. Mahria wanted to go to Anders and Rieska to see their son but Loghain didn't want to agree. After some time they turned to back alley and walked peacefully to their home.

'I like how you change… you know?' They both walked close, side to side. Loghain still kept his hand on her waist and she stroked it lightly.

'Care to explain?' He looked at her quite puzzled.

'What I mean is… that you are different outside… to everyone. Grave, cold and self-restrained. You don't show warm emotions… rather seriousness and mistrust. But when we are alone. You show me that side of yours that I think no one could see.' Mahria smiled at him for a moment. 'When we are alone in bedchamber or when we play chess… I can see that all your tense vanish. You can relax and low your defense. Although… today when you broke the good news to the crowd… you weren't that lukewarm.'

'You say I should tell that I'll have an heir with grave expression and sad voice? Those people are my people. They are happy that their lands will be held by my heir. And I cheer with them.' His icy eyes regarded Mahria for a moment then he leaned to kiss her forehead. 'But… silly. You think that I would be unsmiling and grievous while having such pretty… lovely... and crazy wife? Impossible.'

'I'm not crazy I just have my own ways...' Mahria pinched Loghain nose and started to giggle. 'I hope Gareth will have your face, he will be so handsome. And Maker, please! I want Gareth to have my husband's icy blue eyes. He will be breaking all women hearts.'

'Stop it. You are a terrible jester.'

'Yes, yes. You think that all I say is a joke. It isn't.' Mahria shook her head and stopped to walk for a moment. She looked at Loghain with interest in her slightly narrowed eyes. He rose one of his eyebrows in puzzlement. Mac Tir wanted to ask what's going on but she interfered with a command like state. 'I want a bath. And later I want to eat.'

'Your wishes are my command, dear wife.' Loghain bowed to Mahria with chuckle. 'I'll see to it personally.'

'Personally you will lay with me in the tub.' Another command that made Loghain chuckle. 'Let's go, woman heavy with your child shouldn't wait too long.'

MAC TIR'S MANOR, BATH

'Sahra was curious about my belly. And our servants… Did you see their faces?' Mahria was lying atop of Loghain in a tub. Her back sticked to his chest. His hands were resting on her curved belly, stroking it softly. 'I thought their eyes will pop out from their skulls. Especially Mahren.' After they reached manor and entered whole staff welcomed them. Anora haven't told servants that their Teyrna was with a child.

'Mmm, we didn't inform anyone here in Gwaren. All of them were quite shocked.' He leaned to her neck to kiss it slowly. Then he started to slide down with his kisses onto shoulders. Mahria started to moan lightly.

'Teyrn Mac Tir, should I remind you about the meal?' She giggled and started to move slightly, rubbing his already hard shaft with her back. 'Mhmm, let's forget about it for a while... Take me, Loghain, I can't take it any longer.'

'As you wish, my dear wife.' Loghain whispered to her ear and he pulled her up. Mahria spread her legs so he could enter her. Then his hand went to her bottom to move her up and down on him. Her moans made him shiver, it was the best gratification for his performance. After they finished their love-making they went out of the tub. Loghain took a towel and started to wipe water from her body.

'That was the most warm and... The best welcome I had in my entire life.'

'I feel the same. Earlier when I was returning here I hadn't felt that way. Everyone treated me like hero and landlord… everyone except me. But now I feel myself like their Teyrn and... Mac Tir dynasty starts right here.' Loghain kneeled to face Mahria stomach. 'Listen Gareth, I came from common folks but you will be real Teyrn to this lands in the future. We brought you here, with your wonderful mother, to be born. And you will be raised here in Gwaren as an heir from the start.'

'Welcome home, Gareth.' Loghain overheard faint sobs above so he looked upward to see Mahria crying. 'Not that again...' She laughed and wiped tears from her eyes.

Dragon 9:25, 26th Justinian

ANDERS HOME

'Teyrna Mahria, Lady Anora, such an honour to have you here at my house!' Anders greeted both women and gestured with his hand to come to the living room. Rieska was sitting there breast-feeding her little son. Beside her two blond girls were playing with dolls. She gasped when she saw Mahria with her pregnancy tummy.

'Teyrna Mahria! I'm so happy to see you in such state! Anders told me in secret about it... but to see real thing… it's something else.' She tried to get up but Mahria stopped her.

'My dear don't get up, please. How are you? I hope someone helped you when Anders was away.' Rieska nodded to her with broad smile. 'I'm so sorry that he had to go with us.'

'Don't worry about that, Your Teyrnship. I'm glad he could be of some use. Especially when he could confirm that you're with a child, Your Teyrnship.'

'Don't call me that, my dear, please call me Mahria. Oh, by the way excuse me my manners. This is Anora… but I think you know that already.' Mahria gestured toward Anora. And they both sat on the sofa next to Rieska. Anora and Mahria leaned to watch the baby.

'Yes, of course. I'm living in Gwaren since I was born. I had seen Lady Anora a lot of times.' Rieska bowed to Anora. 'Such a pleasure, my Lady. I hope you had good travel back to Gwaren.'

'I'm pleased to meet you, Rieska. Anders and Mahria told me about you and your children a lot. I really wanted to meet women who casted her spell on him.' Anora giggled and soon after her, Mahria and Rieska did the same. 'He's so adorable. And girls too. Look at their blond curls, Mahria!'

'Anders, don't stand like that, bring some beverages. Maker's breath, sometimes he's so lazy.' Anders left women with sigh. 'Anyway, Teyrna Mahria...'

'Mahria is fine, please Rieska, we don't have to be so formal.'

'Fine, fine. Mahria how do you feel now? When are you due?'

'Anders told me that somewhere around end of Harvestmere.' Mahria patted her belly with a warm smile.

'Harvestmere? But… you look like… I assumed it would be earlier… it will be big baby. Like it's father.' Three woman started to laugh at that comment. Later Anders brought beverages and they talked about babies and difficulties during pregnancy.

Dragon 9:25, 15th Solace

Mahria woke up in the morning. She sat up and yawned then turned to look at Loghain but he wasn't there. 'He's already downstairs, I wager.' She put on her white tunic and leather pants as she felt more comfortable in those rather than dress. Teyrna walked down to the main hall of the manor then she went to dining hall. Anora was sitting there and already eating her breakfast. 'Anora, good morning, have a good meal. Umm… Where is your father?'

'Father? I don't know. I thought he was with you. Oh, Mahren, please order maids to bring meal for Teyrna.' Mahren, butler of Mac Tir manor, bowed to Anora and left. Mahria approached her friend and sat down.

'That's strange… he wasn't there when I woke up.'

'Maybe he went to the city? Yesterday I overheard that he was talking about some urgent matter that he need to look after. He said something about blacksmith Luthias, I think.' Mahria regarded her for a moment then she proceeded to eat as servant brought her food. After meal both women went to the garden to sit by the big oak. Servant brought them small table and comfortable armchairs to sit on. Mahria was reading some book. She couldn't see or hear Loghain returned to the manor due to being buried in reading. Man approached them silently with long package in his hands. Anora looked at her father but remained silent as he took finger to his lips. A moment later he pointed at the manor. She understood that sign. 'Mahria, I'll go inside to fetch some drinks for us. Wait here.'

'Mhm.' Mahria was still reading and didn't bother to pull her head up. She heard Anora footsteps and was surprised when she overheard footsteps again. Although they weren't the same. 'Anora, you're quick. Did you even reach the door to-... What?' Male hands popped at the side of her view with long package in them.

'Guess who.'

'Loghain! Where have you been?' She turned her head to look at her husband.

'I had to pick up something… and here it is.' He put something long wrapped in black material on her laps and sat on Anora's armchair.

'What is it?' Mahria tossed book at the table and started to unwrap thing lying on her laps. When she was done she sighed in admiration. She was holding brand new sword, it's pommel and guard were covered in gold ornaments while hilt was wrapped with black leather. 'Such a beautiful sword. Who will get it? Is it for you?'

'No, silly, it's for you.'

'Me? Why? What for?' She looked at the sword puzzled but still her eyes were sparkling with adoration.

'You know… I think normal men always forget about such occasions… but I remember that one year ago some crazy woman was married to me. But I might be wrong.' Loghain was laying casually on the armchair with one hand on it's armrest and other hanged loosely beside it. He was looking at Mahria with a smirk on his face as Mahria was regarding him with shock.

'I can't believe it. Today is 15th Solace?'

'It is.' Mahria face saddened. She hung her head and thought for a moment. 'Don't think about getting sad, it's an order.'

'But I… I can't even return the favour to you.' She looked at him again.

'Ehh… sometimes you say such silly things I can't restrain myself.' He smirked again and patted his laps. 'Come here.' Mahria pulled herself up with a bit of effort and sat on Loghain's laps. 'Oh, so heavy.'

'So mean!' She wanted to stand up but Loghain hold her still.

'I'm joking, stay and listen… You don't have to give me anything… you already are heavy with one I think.' Then he moved his hand on her tummy and rubbed it gently. 'So don't be bothered.'

'Fine… besides I can always arrange something when we'll be back in our bed.' She giggled and kissed him with passion. After they broke a kiss she stood up and swung with the sword few times.

'Whoa, whoa! I didn't buy it for you to let you kill someone. Or me.' Mahria turned to her husband and stuck out her tongue at him.

'Shut up, I need to test it.' Another few swings cut through the air. 'Such a great blade. I like it.' When she returned to Loghain she leaned to his head and kissed him again. 'Thank you. I love you.'

Dragon 9:25, 6th August

LOGHAIN'S STUDY

Loghain was sitting in his study buried in work. He was reading reports about city and land matters when he overheard faint knocking. 'Come in.' He looked at messenger who entered his study.

'Your Teyrnship, crows came with those letters.' Man handed pile of letters to Loghain and bowed.

'Thank you, where did they come from?'

'Denerim and Highever, Your Teyrnship.' Loghain nodded to him and dismissed. Then he opened letter with King's seal on it.

'Dear Loghain,

how are you? I hope you don't tire your wife too much?'

"Maker's breath, Maric. You have to anger me even when you're not around, don't you?' Loghain only rolled his eyes and continued to read.

'Everything is fine here in Denerim. Lady Morrigan is really usefull. She explained a lot of things to me… but our beloved Grand Cleric Elemena is curious why I harbour a dangerous apostate in Royal Palace. Luckily with my charm and wit I explained her that she's working for Ferelden's good. Cailan is making huge progress in his work. I can laze about more now as he's getting through the paperwork. Anyway brace yourself, mate! As I will come to Gwaren around 3rd of Kingsway. I hope you miss me as I miss you, my friend.

King Maric Theirin

PS. Kiss your beautiful wife and Anora from me. You sntached two pretty women for yourself, bastard!'

'That's too much… I should have burned that letter before starting to read it.' Loghain grimaced and tossed it far away. Then he opened second letter from Highever.

'My friend,

I hope all of you are well and healthy. Especially my daughter. I write this letter on 4th August and want to inform you that my wife is already on her way to Gwaren. Maker preserve you all, she will just turn your manor upside down, I wager. Anyway, she should be there by the end of August. I send regards for you and Mahria.

Teyrn Bryce Cousland

PS. Fergus inserted a note for Mahria. It's in orealsian so Maker's only knows what he wrote in it.'

'Hmm… orleasian?' Loghain frowned at the note. He couldn't understand what was written in it beside word Mahria and Da'asha. 'I'll better take it to Mahria.' As he thought about it he stood up from his chair and went to his wife.

GARDEN

Loghain entered the garden to see Mahria lying on the armchair with her eyes closed. Sahra run to him whining in alert. Loghain looked at mabari then went to Mahria. 'Mahria?' She didn't respond to his words. Dog was still whining at his side. He called her again but she was still silent. He started to worry. He approached her and kneeled in front of the armchair. 'Mahria, wake up!' Still nothing. But he saw that she was breathing. He grabbed her arms and shook her delicately. 'Mahria, love, wake up, what's wrong?' At last she opened her eyes.

'What…?' She replied with numb voice and looked sleepy at Loghain. 'I had weird dream...'

'Maker's breath, woman. You were sleeping so deeply. I couldn't wake you up.' Loghain regarded her with worried gaze.

'I don't even know when I fell asleep… I was talking with Anora… where is she?'

'She was in main hall I think.' Loghain hugged Mahria lightly and kissed her hair. 'Don't startle me like that.'

'I had strange dream, Loghain.' Her words were muffled by Loghain's hair as he was still embracing her.

'What dream?' He moved back to look at his wife.

'I dreamed that we had a daughter… not Gareth, but daughter. And I called her but I didn't know what her name was. And she was running from me. I tried to call her to me but...' Mahria eyes looked at him in strange way. 'What if it will be girl after all? You need to name her, Loghain. Please.' Her desperate tone made him confused.

'All right, just sit here and read it. I'll think about the name.' He handed the note from Fergus to Mahria and then moved one of free armchairs beside Mahria's one. Sahra laid herself near their feets.

'Oh, Fergus somehow managed to broke the gate of Highever. Andraste's flaming knickers, how?' Mahria giggled while reading the note. She brightened up already. 'And he handed Da'asha to my mother. So she's on the way, huh?'

'Yes. Your mother will come here by the end of month.' Loghain nodded and looked at the sky. 'I think I got perfect name for our daughter.'

'Anora The Second?' Mahria laughed at her small joke. 'Or Marica?' Loghain looked at her with unamused gaze. 'Sorry, go on.'

'I think about Ailis.' He stated with serious voice.

'Ailis? But… I thought you would give her your mother's name.' Mahria became serious and looked surprised at Loghain.

'I… I cannot give her my mother's name... ' He turned his gaze of her. She could feel sadness in his voice.

'Why? Can you tell me?' Mahria leaned to him. She reached with her hand to his cheek. 'If not I will understand.'

'Ehh...' A huge sigh leaked from his mouth and then he turned to face her again. 'She was raped and killed by orleasian commander.'

'Wha… what?'

'We couldn't pay them their bloody taxes… they increased them every year and that time we couldn't afford to pay. So they came to our farmhold… orleasian commander ordered his soldiers to take whatever they like… and then he told them that we need to be taught a lesson. They grabbed me and father. Made us watch. Father was struggling so they knocked him down. He didn't have to watch it. But they made me watch as that bloody commander raped my mother and slit her throat. And they left. When my father woke up, he cried over her dead body. But then he saw me, standing there. And he left without a word.' Loghain paused to let a sigh. 'He came back three days later. He followed him and killed him. Then… we had to run. And we became outlaws.' Mahria's eyes were locked at him, they were wet from tears. He turned to her to see she was all pale on her face. He regarded this face for a long moment. It shown him pain, incredulity and fear. And pain struck his heart too. 'Don't look at me with those eyes. Your eyes should glow with happiness… as always. I can't.' Without a word Mahria took his head in her hands and pinned it to her chest. She embraced him and started to stroke and kiss his hair. 'I shouldn't tell this story to you. I'm sorry. I said it once. To Maric. When I told him about Katriel being spy… but now I shouldn't.'

'Please, don't talk anymore, my love. Ma vhenan.' Tone of Mahria voice was showing how much in pain she was. It was beyond her way of understanding how people could act like that. It was monstrous. 'You have avenged them. Your mother… your father… all innocent lives that were lost during occupation. And I know for sure that you won't allow such things to happen again. Nor will I. Even though Empress Celene declared peace between Ferelden and Orlais, we won't let them in our homeland ever again. Because there is nothing you would not do for Ferelden.'

'Yes, there is nothing I would not do for my homeland.' He moved back to look again at Mahria's face. He took it in his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs. 'Ailis was chantry's mother in outlaw's camp that my father made for refugees. Father loved that woman. She… she survived the rebel and I took her to Denerim. Now you know… why not my mother's name but Ailis. '

'Ailis is perfect name.' Mahria nodded. 'If Gareth turn out to be a girl, she will be Ailis.'

Dragon 9:25, 3rd Kingsway

MAC TIR'S MANOR, COURTYARD

Mahria's mother came to Gwaren week earlier and Mahria was fed up with her nagging already. One positive thing was that she brought Da'asha along. Eleonora was constantly supervising her daughter. Somehow at the day of King's arrival she became more at peace. Loghain went to the gates of Gwaren after messenger told him that King's party was at sight. Mahria and Anora were sitting in the shade on the porch and awaited for guests. 'Maker's breath, Anora… I can't stand my mother any longer… all the time I only hear 'eat more, Mahria' or 'do not lift heavy thing, Mahria'. Do something, girl, or I'll go crazy one of these days.'

'Don't fret, silly. You really shouldn't lift heavy things… but if you don't want to eat another share of food then you should just say no.'

'That doesn't work with my mother.' Mahria sighed heavily and looked around to see if Eleonora wasn't nearby. 'Luckily she's resting. By the way… will you talk to Maric now? Or you are still angry with him.'

'A bit… but I'll try to act normally now.' Soon after they overheard horses and voices of upcoming guests. Mahira could also hear neighs of harts.

'That's not Da'asha. Is it Keeper Zetrall?' She stood up and tried to peek who is coming along with Maric and Loghain. 'Yes, it Zetrall!' She climbed down from porch and walked to the gate to greet everyone. Anora hesitated for a moment then moved as well. Few moments later around thirty men and one woman came through the gate. Among the men four of them were the elves on their majestic harts. 'Welcome to Gwaren, Your Majesty! Lady Morrigan.' Mahria bowed to Maric then approached to the Keeper. 'Andaran atish'an, ma falon.' In the meanwhile Anora greeted the King.

'Andaran atish'an, da'len. I hope you are well.' Mahria hugged the elf and nodded.

'I'm fine, but with every day it's getting more difficult to move. But why are you here? Such a nice surprise to see you in Gwaren.'

'Oh, my scouts reported that King Maric is on the way. Also my hunters who were selling our wares at the market overheard some rumors about your pregnancy… I had to see it with my own eyes… So... Two or three weeks I assume?' Zetrall looked at Mahria's swollen belly and whistled. 'Big father, big child.' They both started to laugh at that comment.

'Umm… I'm due in Harvestmere… so rather seven or eight. Is it really that big?' Mahria bent her head to look at her with curious gaze. She didn't really thought much about how big her stomach got over those months. Meanwhile Loghain and Maric approached them and listened to their talk.

'Teyrna Mahria, it is, believe me, it is.' Maric chuckled and turned to Loghain. 'My friend, you had really aimed for making your child just as big as you. Or did you order Maker himself to give you the biggest child in whole Thedas? I wonder how it will get out...' Mahria looked at Maric with frightened gaze. She didn't thought about childbirth yet. Of course she knew that there is a lot of pain and blood... but now there was also fear if she will manage.

'Stop scaring her, you fool. You can't restrain yourself, can you?' Loghain's angry growl broke a moment of silence.

'Now, now, please, calm down.' Zetrall came between Maric and Loghain. 'Everything will be fine.' Loghain send one more angry gaze at Maric then turned to Mahria.

'You're fine?' She nodded in reply and moved to him then she reached to his hand and hold it strongly. He felt she was nervous but didn't want to continue on the subject here. 'Better talk to her when we will be alone.' 'Let's go inside, please, come with me.'

DINING HALL

After dinner Mahria wanted to talk with Zetrall and Morrigan. They sat at the end of the table, leaving Loghain, Maric and Anora to their chatter. 'I was confused when Lady Morrigan said that you were the one to send her to me, ma falon.'

'You speak elvhen, I see. 'Tis very strange, for a noble.' Morrigan looked at Mahria with her normal smirk.

'Zetrall taught me some words. Nothing special… anyway, Keeper, I hope you're satisfied with an outcome of this situation.'

'When Morrigan came to me I knew who she was, da'len. And when she told me about the situation I knew that only one woman in Ferelden can help her. Sorry that I didn't send any word to you beforehand, but Morrigan insisted that all of this should remain as secret.' Zetrall looked concerned at Mahria. He didn't want to endanger his friend but there wasn't any other option left to him. 'Now I'm happy that everything went well. That Maric won't succumb to Asha'bellanar whims. She may be Mythal, but she's not one of our Creators anymore.'

'I understand, ma falon. But to think… there is such powerful foe out there...' She moved her hands to her belly in defensive gesture. 'What if she decides to strike Maric down? When she will get to know that her plan was disrupted?'

' 'Tis a question that I can not answer, Teyrna.' Morrigan replied with a grimace on her face. She knew that one day her mother will try to get things on her own way. 'I will remain at King's side till she will make her move. Then… we will fight her back. She can not win. There is also problem with Yavanna… and Cailan. He also have Calenhad blood running in his veins. But now he's safe, I did everything I could to protect him while we are away.'

'And what about Yavanna?' Mahria looked at Morrigan again. 'You think that she will come here to get what she needs?'

'No. I do not think so… but if she will come I'll fight her.' Mahria turned to Zetrall to look at his serious face.

'What do you think about all of this?'

'Eh, lethallan… for years I thought that our Creators were somewhere in the Beyond. Sealed. And we, Dalish, have to protect memories of them and all that was left from Arlathan. But now…' He sighed with desapprobation and looked at ceiling. 'Fenedhis! It just got more complicated...' He turned to Mahria again to look at her unrest as he said that. 'Hamin, da'len.' She smiled at Zetrall.

'Do you remember that song Alithal sung? Let's sing it…' Zetrall nodded and then Mahria started to sing along with him. 'Hahren na melana sahlin… emma ir abelas… souver'inan isala hamin… vhenan him dor'felas… in uthenera na revas… vir sulahn'nehn… vir dirthera… vir samahl la numin… vir lath sa'vunin.' When they finished she looked at him again. 'Even though we don't mourn anyone… vir sulahn'nehn... we should rejoice. It comforts me everytime I hear it.'

'I'm happy to hear it, da'len.' Zetrall stood up and smiled at Mahria. 'It's time for me. We need to reach camp before sunset. Dareth shiral, lethallan, Morrigan. I'll go say goodbye to the King and Loghain.'

'Dareth shiral, ma falon.'

MAC TIR'S BEDCHAMBER

Mahria was standing in front of the bed. For some time she found it hard to lay on the bed. She had to struggle with her body to lay it properly. That's why she was standing and hesitating now. Moments later Loghain entered the room from the bath, already in his bedclothes. He looked at her for few moments, wondering why she was standing and not laying in the bed. 'What are you doing this time?' He almost got used to her strange behaviour. He expected that she will say that's she's praying to the Maker for something strange or wondering about how 'her bed' is comfortable.

'Eh… I don't want to...'

'You don't want what, exactly?' Loghain approached her. He was really puzzled by her cryptic reply.

'Now it's so hard to get into the bed. It's exhausting. With this big ball in front of me. I'm tired, Loghain… everyday I take a nap in strange places. I don't even know when I fall asleep.' She sighed heavily and patted her belly. 'And it will get bigger. Much bigger, Loghain. I'm scared.'

'It's because that idiot of a King told some weird shit.' Loghain growled angrily and took her face into his hands. 'Look, everything will be fine. Maybe Gareth or Ailis won't grow anymore. Maybe he or she will now just rest comfortably in your stomach and wait for a day to be born.'

'You think so?'

'I certainly hope so. I don't know anything about being pregnant… nor I do about childbirth. You can ask me about swordplay or how to aim a bow or-'

'You can't aim bow properly...' She giggled at his state and stroked his arm softly. 'You are so stiff that it hurts, remember?'

'Yes, yes… anyway I know about other things. But… I know you can do almost anything. By now I grow to understand that you are so wonderful that there is nothing you can't do. When I heard you sing song in elvhen I was proud. I thought to myself: she's capable of almost anything. And come on, I'll help you from now to lay on the bed.' Without any more word he lifted her and placed tenderly on the bed. 'Maker, you're really heavy.'

'Shut up, husband. Or you will sleep on the floor tonight.'

'So I am still offended in my own bed? Look at great hero of Ferelden and Advisor to the Crown who is insulted by his very wife.' With chuckle he laid next to Mahria and they went to sleep embraced and happy.

Song: In Uthenera (Leliana's Song) wiki/Codex_entry:_In_Uthenera