Chapter 20 - Jocelyn

For the first time in years the infectious laughter of a child could be heard spilling from the open windows of the family quarters of the Vigil. The afternoon held a sense of warmth and happiness as the mid-day light streamed into Alyx's room along with the scent of honeysuckle clinging to the moist sea air. Mother and daughter shared a bath brimming with lightly-scented suds that made Jocelyn squeal with delight. Alyx chuckled as she watched her child slap at the soapy water with her pudgy little hands, splashing water in every direction. The maids would be put out when they discovered the mess, but it was worth it to see her daughter enjoying herself so.

After a brief power struggle Alyx was able to get Jocelyn clean before handing her off to Leliana, who gently wrapped the babe in a large fluffy towel before plopping her down in her lap. Jocelyn was cooing and chortling as she occupied herself by playing with a tassel dangling from Leliana's shawl. Alyx let out a long sigh of contentment as she settled back into the soapy water and closed her eyes in pleasure.

"You know, I should strangle every one of you for even thinking of bringing her here," she said to Leliana, who was sitting in an armchair across from the tub. "It isn't safe to travel with the darkspawn on the move."

"You say that like you don't know your brother would send a full complement of men as protection, though it is rather a short trip, no? And why do you suppose I hired Zevran to escort us as well? It wasn't because of his pretty looks. Between the two of us we've slain nearly as many darkspawn as you have," Leliana replied flippantly.

"That is beside the point!" Alyx spat, her spine stiffening as she glared at her sister-in-law with indignation. The anger that had been simmering just under the surface since their arrival finally reached its breaking point with Leliana's dismissive attitude. "It isn't safe here! The darkspawn have already attacked the Vigil once, what's to stop them from doing so again? I have precious little men; I cannot afford to post a contingent by my daughter's side at all times and I certainly cannot stay at the keep when duty calls me elsewhere. This is precisely why I left her in Highever…in your care…to begin with!" Alyx seethed as she glanced up at the ceiling, fighting back the tears that pricked at the back of her eyes. She would not break down in front of her daughter. "Jocelyn is my life, Leliana. If I ever were to lose her…"

"And just what do you think is going to happen to her, hmm? She is surrounded by those who love her, who would die for her if necessary. But…perhaps there is something in what you say. Perhaps I misjudged the situation. I had no idea things were so complicated for you here. Maybe...maybe we should have written you first. It's just...Wynne's missive...and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to... I could only think of how wonderful it would be to surprise you, and how you must be missing your little one," Leliana replied as her chin went up a stubborn notch despite her tentative words.

Alyx sighed.

"I'm sorry, Leliana. I know you meant well, and I am glad to see you," she said finally, shooting her dearest friend a look of apology before turning her gaze back to her child. Her eyes softened as she studied Jocelyn's small form, so very familiar and dear, yet somehow different.

"How she's grown since I last saw her! What are you feeding her, Leli?"

Leliana giggled girlishly.

"Nothing more than I suspect other children eat. Besides, aren't they supposed to grow? Or do you think you can keep her a babe forever?"

"It's not that, it's just…you don't know how very hard it's been, Leli! Being apart from her; wondering if she's alright, if she's happy or sad, if she misses me, if she's even thinking of me…She's growing so fast and learning new things every day. Though it is as it should be, I'm missing it! How much bigger will she be the next time I see her? What if she doesn't even recognize me by then?"

"That will not happen, dear-heart. You will find a way to defeat these darkspawn soon enough, and then she will be back here with you to stay."

"How do you know that? It took us more than a year to crush the blight, and these darkspawn are different. They're intelligent, Leli, and we've only just begun to discover the extent of what they're capable of."

"Hmm, that is disconcerting, but I trust in your abilities, as do your people," Leliana proclaimed. "You are a born leader, ma petite. If anyone can finish this, you can."

"So no pressure right? Great. That's just wonderful," Alyx replied sarcastically before relaxing once again against the back of the tub, her arms stretched comfortably along the sides. "Now…do you care explaining to me exactly why Teagan is here?"

"I think you already know the answer to that question," Leliana replied carefully, producing a shrug from Alyx.

"It wouldn't be the first time a man used a familial or social connection, no matter how remote, to pay me favor."

"That is hardly fair, Falcon! The Arl is a good man…one, I might add, who has come to respect and admire you over the years," Leliana cried.

"You of all people should know that there is quite a difference between admiration and love."

"That may be true, but admiration can certainly turn into love with time. Will you not even consider the match? He not only knows of Jocelyn, he has a great deal of affection for the child. What's more, he is willing to raise her as his own. The protection his name alone could afford the both of you should certainly make it worth your while," Leliana continued.

"Yet it is not reason enough to commit myself to him for the rest of my life! It would not be fair to him, Leliana. He needs a sweet, biddable woman who could give him children of his own, not to mention the whole-hearted affection that he deserves. You know as well as I do that even were I not a Grey Warden I could never have any more children after the complications of Jocelyn's birth. What's more, if it came down to staying with him at Redcliffe or doing my duty as a Warden, I would choose the Wardens every time. He would end up resenting me or worse."

"You don't know that."

"But I do," Alyx replied with a heavy sigh. "I'm assuming his presence here means Fergus approves?"

"Why should he not? Teagan is a dear friend of your brother's and, may I remind you, considered quite the catch. He has lands and title of his own, is a well respected voice in the Landsmeet and has more than proven himself on the battlefield. Surely you can see why Fergus would wish you to marry him?"

"I am neither in need of protection or affluence. My oaf of a brother needs to learn how to keep his bloody nose out of my personal life!" Alyx snapped in frustration.

"He forgets that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, let alone Jocelyn. He is doomed to forever see you as the little girl with skinned knees and pigtails that used to follow him about, not as the competent woman who kills darkspawn for a living."

That made Alyx chuckle. She knew Leliana's words to be true, but her brother could be insufferable sometimes...more so as they shared the same mile-wide stubborn streak, not to mention the infamous Cousland temper. Arguments between the siblings had never been dull to say the least. Yet despite their differences Fergus had always been protective of her, a quality that had intensified since their reunion after the blight. She knew why, but it didn't make it any less suffocating.

"I know Fergus can be overbearing at times," Leliana said, as if picking the thought directly from Alyx's mind. "But I assure you, he only wishes for your happiness. You and Jocelyn are the only family he has left, and he worries for you both. After all, he nearly lost you during the blight and then again in childbirth mere months after you were reunited."

"He has you too Leli," Alyx replied, smiling warmly at the former bard.

"That he does, though the bonds of blood and the bonds of marriage are two entirely different things, no?" she replied with an answering smile. "Please give poor Teagan a chance. You may be surprised at the outcome...unless…there is another you are considering…"she continued slyly, a wicked grin spreading her lips.

"Maker, no! Honestly, Leli, I have no interest in marriage or in forming an attachment with anyone. I've far more important things to worry about than my love life," Alyx replied.

"But surely you wish to find love again someday? I know you yet mourn Alistair, but you cannot spend the rest of your days grieving his loss…right? Right Falcon? Falcon!" Leliana cried when Alyx did not answer her, but before she could reply, Zevran waltzed into the room as if he owned the place. Leliana gasped.

"Zevran! Just what do you think you're doing? Get out of here at once!"

"Relax, Leli. Zev's seen far more of me than this…though if I recall correctly the last time was a mistake...or so he tells me," Alyx said nonchalantly, undisturbed by the elf's appearance in her quarters. "Besides, he knows better than to cop a feel. He wouldn't be conscious long enough to enjoy it."

"You wound me! But…'tis true enough," Zevran said with a shrug before taking a seat next to Leliana. He immediately leaned over to tease Jocelyn, who cooed and patted him on the cheek.

"Ah, I see that your daughter not only inherited your impeccable beauty, my dear Warden, but your ease of charm with the opposite sex as well."

"Just what are you implying, Zev?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Do not think I didn't notice the three men downstairs who were staring at you as if the meaning to life, the universe, and everything could be found between those luscious thighs of yours…four if I am to be included," Zevran replied with a lascivious smile.

"Three men?" Alyx exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Well, let's see," he began, ticking off the names on his fingers as he continued. "There's the Arl of Redcliffe…of course…and the two delicious specimens of manhood that walked in with you. You know…the rakish looking mage and Mr. Tall-dark-and-serious with the bow strapped to his back. I had wondered if either of them was single and of the more…adventurous nature, but then of course I noticed that their attention lay elsewhere. And might I say that it is quite cruel of you to hog the attentions of every available and handsome man in the vicinity. "

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm not hogging anything…and Anders and Nate are merely friends and comrades. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Ah. I see that some things never change," Zevran replied in barely contained mirth.

"What on Thedas are you talking about Zevran?" she grumbled.

"You, my dear, are one of the most observant people I have ever met…until it concerns your personal life and then you're as a blind man trying to understand color."

Alyx opened her mouth and then closed it again. She thought of Nate and Anders and wondered if there was something to Zevran's words, if one or both of them had a deeper interest in her…but then dismissed it out of hand. What utter rubbish! She grumbled to herself.

"You didn't just come up here to talk about my love life…or lack thereof as it were—" she began.

"Which, as I was trying to tell you, is easily rectified," Zevran interrupted, earning a scowl from Alyx. "Okay! Fine, I get it. You wish to lead the celibate life like a cloistered sister though it is a shame, really, considering the noises that would drift from your tent late at night," he continued, teeth flashing as he beamed at her. "Either you are quite the passionate woman or our Alistair was exceptionally talented."

Alyx blushed furiously as she slumped further into the cooling bath water.

"You are an evil, evil man," she muttered.

Zevran and Leliana both chuckled, obviously deriving great pleasure from her embarrassment.

"At any rate, I had something to ask you, if I may," Zevran said once he was able to control his amusement. Alyx waved for him to continue. "I am curious…why did you not tell your men about Jocelyn?"

Alyx sighed, running a hand through her wet hair.

"I planned on telling them, but not until after we took care of this whole darkspawn mess. Did you talk to them? Were they very angry?" she asked him nervously.

"They were not pleased to say the least, but I think they were more confused than anything."

"What did you tell them?"

"Only that you had reason to keep Jocelyn a secret and that they were never to speak of it. I could be wrong, but if you wish for their cooperation, should they not know why?"

"Yes, you're right. Of course you're right," she replied, sighing once again. "To be honest I wasn't quite sure how to tell them. I mean, it's not like I could just pull them aside and say, 'Hey, you know everything I told you about wardens not being able to have children? Guess what, apparently I'm an exception.' And 'Oh, by the way, you can't tell anybody?'"

"It would have been a start," Leliana replied, earning a glare from Alyx for her trouble. "Do they even know of Alistair?"

"Oghren told them of my involvement with him but beyond that and his being a warden, I'm not really sure what they know. Nate has been living in the Free Marches for the past decade and Anders told me that he was in solitary confinement during most of the blight. They have surprisingly little knowledge of that time beyond the slaying of the archdemon."

"Hmm, that would explain a lot, actually," Zevran murmured as he rubbed his chin in thought. "They are trustworthy I assume?"

"I wasn't sure at first…especially Nate considering our history, but they have more than proven their loyalty since then. I trust them implicitly," Alyx replied.

"Which one is Nate?" Leliana asked.

"Zev's 'tall-dark-and-serious' one."

"And you have a history with him? Hmm, interesting, do tell," Zevran replied, his eyes gleaming with wickedness.

"Not that sort of history, Zev. He's a Howe."

"What?" both Zevran and Leliana cried at the same time.

"Calm Down! He's nothing like his father," she said, quickly explaining the circumstances of Nathaniel's conscription to them as well as the events leading up to their reconciliation. By then her friends had calmed though Zevran still looked speculative.

"Trustworthy or no, Fergus isn't going to like it," Leliana stated bluntly.

"Maker's breath, Fergus!" Alyx gasped as she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. How could she have forgotten that her brother would be arriving in the morning? "Oh, he is going to be livid when he finds out!"

"Do not worry, ma petite. I'll speak with him first, smooth things over before he notices your Nathaniel's presence," Leliana said soothingly.

"I'll speak to Nathaniel myself. See if he can keep a low profile until after my brother's arrival," Alyx replied distractedly, her thoughts drifting. "They were friends once," she murmured, her gaze distant as memories flooded her mind; vivid images of two lanky teenage boys with boundless energy and spirit. They had been inseparable until Nate had been sent away. "I hope Fergus will remember that when the time comes."

By then Alyx's bath had grown cold. She had Zevran turn around so she could climb out of the tub and quickly dry off before donning her robe, cinching it tightly at the waist. She moved quickly across the room, pulling the bell call before turning to the desk in the corner to jot down a quick note. By the time she finished a maid had entered.

"Take this note to the kitchen, let Mistress Sophia know that I'd like a private supper to be set after the guards and castle staff have finished in the dining hall. Then have my guests and the wardens informed that they are to meet me in the study one hour prior," she told the maid, who took the note and curtseyed before leaving the room.

"I think you should wear one of the outfits I brought you, Falcon," Leliana said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"But they're all dresses!" Alyx exclaimed.

"Exactly! Not only is it appropriate for the occasion, it would show off that tiny waist of yours that you insist on hiding behind all that armor. Ooh! You should wear the blue one! It matches your eyes to perfection. You would have all the men drooling at the very sight of you!"

"Leliana, I don't want them to be drooling over me!" Alyx whined.

"Oh, please Falcon! It took me hours to pick out the material for those gowns. It would make me ever so happy if you wore one of them tonight!" Leliana pleaded as she batted her eyelashes at her. "You could consider it a favor to your most beloved friend and sister."

"Oh, very well," she groaned. "But you owe me...just so you know."

"Oh, thank you Falcon! You won't regret it!" Leliana cried, clapping her hands in delight.

I already regret it, Alyx thought.

"You should wear your mother's earrings, the ones Fergus found before you left for Amaranthine."

"The sapphires? It's just supper, Leli, not a grand ball," Alyx grumbled.

"Oh alright, I see your point. Ooh! I have a lovely pair of hand-stitched slippers that would be just brilliant with that belt. I'll lend them to you," Leliana continued excitedly.

Alyx sighed and waved her hand in resignation.

"And you'll let me do your hair?" Leliana asked.

"Now you're pushing it," Alyx snapped.

"So what do you suppose this meeting's about?" Anders asked Nate some time later as they walked to the study together. "I mean, it can't have anything to do with warden matters as Falcon's guests will be there too."

"It's not a meeting, Anders, its drinks," Nate replied wearily. "It's a common practice amongst the upper-crust when they have company."

"But then why are we included?" he asked curiously.

"Haven't the foggiest, mage. Just try to enjoy it," Nate replied dryly.

"And what of Velanna's joining?" Anders continued.

"No doubt the Commander will let us know when it is time," Nate said with a sigh before pushing open the heavy oaken door that led into the study.

The moment they walked into the room Nate's gaze immediately focused on the figure in the center of the room. His heart shuddered to a stop. Alyx was curled up in front of the fire, her daughter cradled in her lap. She wore a vivid, cerulean gown that clung to her curves in all the right places and pooled about her feet in soft waves. A single, thick silver cord was tied about her waist, matching the intricate stitching in the bodice and hem of the dress. Her hair was plated into a single thick braid carelessly tossed over one shoulder, the firelight catching and enhancing the more subtle hues of red and gold liberally streaked through the thick locks. Her expression was warm and open, her dark head bent close to Jocelyn's golden one as the child fingered the amulet around her mother's neck. Nate had never seen her look so soft and feminine as she did at that very moment. He swallowed hard as he allowed himself for just an instant to imagine that this was his study, that the child in her arms was his daughter, and that she was his woman...that the smile playing across her lips was for him and him alone. His heart ached at the mere thought…and then the words she was murmuring to the child began to register through the haze of his imaginings.

"…this was your papa's amulet. His mother…your grandmother…who went to the Maker when papa was just your age...gave it to him, and in return he gave it to me. One day, it will belong to you," she said to the child, who stared up at her in awe.

The little girl broke into a wide grin as she patted the amulet and cried "Papa!" in her small, lilting voice.

"That's right, Joce. Papa's," Alyx replied with a chuckle.

Nate's jaw tightened as he came crashing back down to earth. Not his study, not his woman, and certainly not his child.

Glancing to his right he saw that Oghren was sitting with Zevran and Leliana, eyes already glazed over with drink as he chatted animatedly with his former companions. Leliana was listening with great interest, but Nate had apparently caught Zevran's attention. Something in his expression must have betrayed his wandering thoughts, because the former assassin was staring at him speculatively.

Turning his attention back to the center of the room, Nate noticed Arl Teagan leaning comfortably against the hearth with a snifter of brandy cradled between his long, perfectly manicured fingers. The man looked all the world as if he owned the place and everything in it. Nate bristled at his easy countenance and steady, hooded gaze. He held no illusions as to why the Arl was here. Had he not already figured it out, the look in the other man's eyes when he gazed upon Alyx would certainly have laid that particular query to rest. Teagan wanted her, desperately, and no doubt he had Fergus Cousland's whole-hearted blessing.

Just then Alyx looked up and spotted them in the doorway, her smile widening in welcome.

"Come in gentlemen. We were just getting started," she called as she stood, her smile never wavering. "May I introduce to you my daughter, Jocelyn," she continued as she crossed the room to join them.

Nate froze. How does one greet a child? He thought frantically. He had little experience with children in his life, and had no idea how to react. Luckily Anders saved him from responding.

"My Lady Jocelyn," Anders said gallantly with a deep bow, making the little girl giggle. She eyed the mage, her eyes widening when she spied the gold hoop in his ear.

"Pretty!" she cooed as she reached for the earring. Anders chuckled, bending to look the little girl in the eye.

"I agree. A pretty trinket from a pretty lady," Anders murmured as he shot a loaded look at Alyx, who blushed in return. Clearing her throat she turned and waved at Teagan who smiled as he crossed the room to her side.

"This is Teagan Guerrin, the Arl of Redcliffe. He has been a constant friend to the Cousland family," she continued. "My Lord? May I present to you Warden Anders and Warden Nathaniel?"

"Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you both, though I believe Nathaniel and I have formally been acquainted. I hadn't realized you had returned to Fereldan, Howe. My Lady Cousland is lucky to have such a fine archer amongst her ranks," Teagan said with a courteous bow.

"Is she indeed?" Nathaniel murmured, eyeing Teagan speculatively.

The other man colored, realizing a moment too late that they had moved into a potentially hazardous topic of conversation. Clearing his throat he continued cautiously.

"Though I must admit that I was not a fan of the late Arl, I have never had any qualms with the rest of your family. I was grieved to hear of your dear mother's fate, though I am glad your sister is alive and doing well. From what Alyxandria has told me, you are an honorable man and a credit to your family. Far be it from me to judge you by your father's misdeeds."

Ever the diplomat, eh Guerrin? Nate thought, as he nodded in acknowledgment. He wanted to despise the man with every fiber of his being, but then Teagan had to go and be so dreadfully genuine. Disgusting really, he thought to himself. Alyx's voice snapped him back out of his thoughts.

"…And sitting with Oghren are two of my dearest friends. The cheeky looking fellow in the corner is Zevran," who simply nodded his head in their direction, "And my sister-in-law Leliana Cousland, Teryna of Highever."

Leliana stood and crossed the room to greet them, a warm and welcoming smile lighting up her face.

"Your Grace," Anders murmured with a polite bow.

"Please, just call me Leliana," she replied warmly before turning to greet Nate in turn.

Leliana was watching him with great interest as he kissed her fingertips in the Orlesian fashion. It made him wonder what exactly she and Alyx had been talking about all afternoon. Though his court manners were rusty, he decided that it wouldn't hurt to use them. If Fergus was truly due to arrive in the morning, it certainly wouldn't hurt to have a friend in his wife. He flashed his most charming grin at her and was amused to see her eyes widen in surprise. "I wasn't aware Fergus remarried. My condolences."

Leliana giggled coquettishly, her expression taking on a more devious quality. Ah, she knows the game well, he thought as he recognized the signs of a master.

"Dare I ask how my bombastic former friend was able to catch a rare beauty such as yourself?"

"It is more that I caught him," she replied with a saucy smile. "I could not have my first choice of Couslands, so I told myself: why not have the next best thing? After all, brother and sister are very much alike are they not?"

"I hope you didn't tell him that, Leli!" Alyx gasped, stifling a laugh.

"But of course I did, and I remind him of it when I think he needs his nose tweaked!" Leliana replied.

At first Nate thought the woman must be joking, but the subtle glance she shot Alyx made him reconsider. He raised an eyebrow at her in question and she winked at him knowingly. Hmm, he thought, gaining a greater appreciation for the woman standing before him. It seemed that there was far more to Leliana than what meets the eye.

"So tell us Commander, where's our oh-so-affable new recruit?" Anders asked jovially as he and Nate sat on a settee situated by the fire as the rest of the party resumed their previous places.

"Velanna has decided to spend her time before the Joining in meditation," Alyx replied.

"And here I thought she might have headed for the hills. Shame that," he replied sarcastically, earning a warning glare from Alyx.

"We cannot turn people away based on whether or not you like them, Anders," she told him.

"Damn! And here I thought we could add it to the recruiting posters. Join the Wardens! Must like mages!" he replied.

"Is he always like this?" Zevran asked from his corner of the room.

"Yes," Nate, Oghren and Alyx muttered all at the same time.

"So, when will said Joining be?" Anders continued, ignoring the commentary, but Nate never heard her answer.

Jocelyn had been eyeing him for some time but he had been trying to ignore the little girl's curious gaze. She had left her mother's arms and was standing next to her with a thumb stuck in her mouth. She took a couple of cautious steps towards him, stopped, and then repeated the process until she was standing directly in front of him. If Alyx was paying any attention to her daughter's actions she didn't seem concerned, for she continued her conversation without so much as a glance in their direction. He eyed the child wearily as she climbed up onto the settee between himself and Anders, and then froze as she proceeded to plop herself into his lap.

Jocelyn stood on his thighs and stared directly into his eyes with the same intense blue gaze of her mothers. She screwed up her face as she reached up and squished his cheeks between her chubby little hands.

"Grumpy!" she pronounced in her high-pitched lisp, though it came out more like gwum-pee.

All conversation around him died at the sound of her small voice. Nate could only stare at the child in shock.

"I suppose I am at that," he finally said to Jocelyn, bending his face closer to hers. "But little girls who disrespect their elders must be punished accordingly."

Jocelyn's eyes widened at that but she didn't back down from her stance.

"Do you know what the sentence for insolence is, Jocelyn?" he continued, keeping his expression somber. Jocelyn shook her head, her eyes growing bigger by the moment. "Death…by tickle!" he pronounced as he dug his fingers into her ribs.

Jocelyn screeched in delight, crying "more!more!" as he dangled her upside-down over his legs. The others collectively let out a sigh of relief, a few of them even chuckling.

What, did they think I would actually punish the child? He thought. I'm not a monster! Though admittedly such a reaction was not that surprising…considering who his father was.

When she tired of the game, Jocelyn curled her small body tightly against his stomach and continued to suck her thumb. Nate sat there numbly wondering exactly what he was supposed to do with his arms, but finally decided to wrap them loosely around the little girl, who sighed in contentment as she snuggled in closer.

"It looks like you've made a new friend there, Howe," Anders said in amusement.

"So it seems," he murmured as he stared down at the child in his arms. Her eyes were hooded and slowly closing as she began to drift to sleep. Her hand was curled around one of his fingers and he couldn't help but notice how very tiny she was in comparison to him. He drank in all of her small features, noting the way her eyelashes fanned out across her rosy cheeks and how her pert little nose turned up ever so slightly at the end. Her features were Alyx's in miniature, and so beautiful that it nearly took his breath away.

"Maker's breath, Lex, she looks just like you," he said as he looked up at Alyx in wonder.

"So I've been told. It seems I'm the only one who sees anything of her father in her," she murmured as she gazed wistfully at her daughter.

Alyx glanced up at Nate and for a fleeting moment their eyes connected. There was something soft and questioning in her gaze, something that he couldn't quite interpret, but it made his heart flutter all the same. He had to say something, anything, before the moment passed.

Suddenly the study door swung open and a tall man with a long, loose-legged stride walked into the room. His very presence filled the chamber, commanding the attention of every eye. His bearing was that of a man used to getting his way, marking him as a noble though his armor was unadorned and his hands were as calloused as any working man's. It took only a glance for Nate to recognize him though it had been years since they last met. For few could exude such a degree of self-confidence without being outright narcissistic. Indeed, beyond King Maric himself, he could recall only one family that had perfected the balance between Maker-given authority and unaffected altruism with such ease.

Fergus Cousland had arrived.

*Muse Tunes: "Anakin and Padme" by John Williams (Attack of the Clones OST); "The Princess Pleads for Wallace's Life" by James Horner (Braveheart OST); "Sibylla" by Harry Gregson-Williams (Kingdom of Heaven OST).