Sebastian
The King paced back and forth in his royal quarters, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. He looked down at his desk, maps sprawled out across it. Maps of every place he could possibly think that Anders would be hiding. In one quick swipe of a hand, he tossed everything on his desk onto the floor. A decanter fell to the ground with a crash. He sighed, and picked up the cup he was drinking from, emptying its contents in one big gulp. He slammed the glass down, and put his hands to his temples in frustration.
He looked over to his bed, still a mess from the events of earlier that night. His frustration was so high, even sex with the two whores he had hired could not sate him. His anger was growing more and more each passing day that Anders was allowed to be free. Free from the heinous crimes he committed against mankind. Free from murdering Elthina, the most forgiving woman he had even known. How could Hawke be so blind to what he truly was? He pondered to himself. She was a damned fool, and she would also have to pay the price. He would leave no mercy to anyone who got in his way.
He stumbled over, and somehow made it over to the mirror, and stared at his reflection. His blue eyes stared back at him. They were just as they were before the Chantry massacre happened. Only now he had little fine lines surrounding them. They were caused by emotional anguish more than time. So many nights he stayed up, plotting his retribution. So many nights he cried for Elthina and the other holy members of the Chantry, ones he had known for years. He had it all planned out. He would make Anders pay for what he did. He would make him know what suffering really was. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, he thought. Sebastian would teach him a lesson on what true justice meant, since he was such a fan of the concept. He would find what mattered most to him, what he held dearest to his heart. Anders would understand the loss of a loved one when he was done. Oh yes, the mage would beg him to end his pathetic existence. He would cry and plead, but Sebastian would never relent. If only he knew where he was!
His fist flew through the mirror and shards scattered across the room. His hand was bleeding and dripping onto the floor. He pulled out a cloth from a nearby drawer, wrapping the wound while cursing to himself about the mess. He could not feel the pain now, he was too far gone in his own grief. He made a promise to himself that night that the search for the mage would end soon. He would not abandon his search until he was dead. He would never give up.
End Notes: I am taking a week or two break to gather all my thoughts. The sequel will be called Royal Retribution. This was a little taste of what you can expect. As you can see it will be written differently as it will give me a broader outlook to write with. Please subscribe to me so you can see when it is posted. Love you guys lots, and thank you for sticking with me for so long!