Dairren
Bann Loren's son. He was handsome enough, she supposed. She'd agreed to meet him in the study alone. So they could "talk." Except, he really had wanted to talk. About books. And Fereldan history. Seriously? No, thank you.
And, really, he was just the son of a bann. "I can do better," she thought. Surely, she could at least marry the heir to an arldom.
Too bad Teyrn Loghain never had a son. Well, really, it was too bad she'd been too young when King Cailan was looking for a bride.
"I'm much prettier than Anora," she thought to herself, smiling. "Just imagine our babies!"