"Divine Victoria has called the Exalted Council."

Ruya sighed. "And the Inquisition must be in attendance?"

"The Inquisition will undoubtedly be the focus." Josephine looked down at her writing desk. "Orlais is sending Duke Cyril Montfort, and Ferelden is sending Eamon Guerrin."

"With your permission, Inquisitor, I'll head out tomorrow and scout the lay of the land."

"Thank you, Brehan." Ruya took a breath. She looked over at Josephine, Cullen, and Jerath. "You three will attend with me."

"That might not be the best idea, Inquisitor." Jerath shrugged.

"If Eamon is the Ferelden representative, it might be best if Jerath is not in attendance. Eamon still has a bit of a grudge over the Loghain thing." Brehan sighed. "As well as a somewhat justifiable concern regarding Jerath and Ferelden nobility."

"How justifiable?" Ruya raised an eyebrow.

"He walked into the Arl of Denerim's manor and killed everyone inside. Twice."

"Not everyone."

"Assassinated Bann Linad's guardsmen on behalf of the Crows."

"They started it."

"And there was that whole 'Dark Wolf' thing."

"Alleged 'Dark Wolf' thing."

"The disappearance of Lady Packton and her allies."

"My investigation turned up no signs of my involvement in that matter."

"Is the likely culprit in Bann Ceorlic's disappearance."

"I was dead when that happened."

"Abused his own position as Arl to pardon and knight a group of bandits who'd rebelled against their previous liege lord."

"That one was me, yes."

"You've made your point, Brehan." Ruya laughed softly. "And there is still the matter of you putting a spy into Celene's court. Remain back with our forces, we'll let you know if we need you."

#

She read parts of the latest report out loud as she ran her fingers through Cullen's hair. His head rested in her lap. She was nearly to the end of the report when she realized it had been a while since she'd actually heard a response from him. "Iron Bull had a proposal regarding turning the Chargers into a cavalry using those giant nugs we acquired."

The only response was a soft, peaceful snore. Ruya smiled, and set the report down. She brushed his hair back from his ear, and picked up her copy of Varric's latest work.

#

"Another parade, another bloody negotiation." Ruya could just make out Cullen's voice behind her. Maybe she should have left him behind with Jerath.

"Smiles, everyone. We must be careful how we present ourselves." Josephine kept her own voice light and cheerful.

"Why did Divine Victoria call the Exalted Council? She's kept Orlais from bothering us for the last two years."

"At increasing political cost, yes. She has done all she can, but the Exalted Council has become necessary. Orlais would control us. And based on their many marriage proposals, they have specific plans for you."

Ruya could picture Cullen's facial expression at the sound of that. She'd had to fend off several of her own offers, and knew Josephine had as well. Even Brehan and Jerath had not been immune. Vivienne had taken some delight in claiming that a marriage to an apostate had no legal standing, thus Jerath was free to consider the offers. Jerath had simply commented that his marriage had the blessing of Mythal and invited anyone wishing to argue the point to take it up with her.

Josephine continued. "Our real concern is Ferelden. They would see us disbanded entirely."

Eamon, the man sent as the Ferelden representative, was in fact the strongest voice of that particular faction. That he was the chosen delegate did not bode well. Her hand was aching again.

#

A familiar voice greeted her. "Inquisitor. It has been too long. I hope the years have been kind to you."

She smiled warmly. "How have you been, Mother Giselle?"

"I spent last summer in Emprise du Lion, distributing food sent from the Exalted Plains. The Dales are finally recovering."

"Corypheus left a great deal of damage for us to repair. I appreciate your efforts." She didn't bother to point out the civil war had left plenty of its own marks, as had the mage/templar struggles. Mother Giselle knew as well as she did.

"And I yours, Your Worship. I should mention that your forces as Suledin Keep were of great help. Please give my compliments to Baron Desjardins." Mother Giselle smiled. "Divine Victoria asked me to greet you on her behalf. She is currently attending to the Ferelden Ambassador's concerns."

Leliana was likely the only one present who could alleviate Eamon's concerns. Though Brehan had pointed out that although they'd once saved Eamon's life, it was likely Eamon no longer saw them as anything but an Orlesian Divine and a Dalish spy. "How do you think Divine Victoria has done these past two years?"

"It is hardly for me to say, Inquisitor."

"With respect, that's never stopped you before, Mother Giselle." Ruya smiled.

"Victoria has proven adept at winning allies with both her intelligence and her faith. It is a blessing in these trying times. We are lucky to have her."

"I'll speak to Divine Victoria." She'd missed Leliana.

"I believe she would appreciate that, Your Worship." Mother Giselle gave a small bow. "The Divine sees the good that you can do, and have done. Duke Cyril will wish to greet you on behalf of Orlais. I believe he is currently speaking with the Tevinter ambassador. Many of your friends have returned as well. I hope you have a chance to speak with them before the Exalted Council begins."

"The Imperium sent an ambassador?" Dorian's last letter had said nothing of an ambassador.

"Yes, Your Worship. Dorian Pavus has taken the chance to return from Tevinter. It will be good to see him again. I owe him my apology. I allowed my distrust of Tevinter to cloud my judgment. He took a great risk coming to help us, and deserved better treatment."

He had, but that was years of water beneath a bridge. "You're going to apologize? To Dorian?"

Mother Giselle smiled. "I have little patience for those who cannot admit they were wrong, Your Worship. Myself included." She shrugged. "I will have to may my apology somewhere public. He will want an audience for his reaction."

Ruya shook her head and laughed. Dorian always wanted an audience, unless the subject was his relationship with Iron Bull. "Who has returned for the Exalted Council?"

"Your dwarven friend, Master Tethras, for one. I understand he has spent much of the last couple years in Kirkwall. I believe Ser Blackwall has returned as well..." She furrowed a brow. "Although he now uses the name Thom Rainier. Enjoy time with them while you can, Your Worship. I doubt you will have the chance once the Exalted Council is underway." She started to walk away, and then stopped. "Your Worship, a final question, if I may. This Exalted Council..." She clasped her hands in front of her. "Ferelden would have the Inquisition disbanded. Orlais sees its power as another feather in a chevalier's helmet. What do you wish to do with the Inquisition?"

Some days, she understood why Jerath had chosen to walk away and pretend to be dead in order to do his job. "The Inquisition still has work to do. We can't let someone's fear push us into disbanding."

"Then I wish you luck in the negotiations to come." Mother Giselle gave her a brief hug. "Maker watch over you, Inquisitor. I will not keep you any longer."

#

"You feel it to, don't you?" Morrigan placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you think she will succeed?"

"I think she deserves to be allowed to try." She walked over to where the orb sat, and caressed it gently.

Jerath touched her cheek. Then he put his hand on the orb. It slowly started to glow. He picked it up, and offered it to her. "It won't be enough."

She took it from him. "It will have to be. So long as the music plays..."

"Time for the last dance, then."

"Go, my love." She ran her fingers through his hair. "You cannot be here for this."

He kissed her, and walked out of the room.

Morrigan held the orb in front of her with both hands. And drew.

#

No sooner did she walk into the grounds than she saw Varric arguing with someone. The man was frowning down at the dwarf. "The prince of Starkhaven wrote to you again."

Varric gave a dismissive shrug. "Of course he did. Just put that one in the pile with letters from the Merchants Guild."

"And the captain of the city guard had a very..." The man folded his arms. "Colorful message for me to deliver to you as well."

"Inquisitor! Andraste's ass, am I ever glad to see you." No, even the end of the world couldn't change Varric.

Ruya strode over to greet her friend. "And the Inquisitor comes to the rescue once again." She hugged him.

The man sniffed. "Is that what you call it?"

Varric gestured at him. "This is Bran Cavin. Until recently, he was the viscount..."

"Provisional viscount."

"...of Kirkwall."

A strange notion tried to creep into her mind. No. That was ridiculous. "And what are you doing now?" She asked Bran, giving him a polite nod.

"I have resumed my post as seneschal now that Master Tethras has been elected viscount."

Ruya blinked. Then blinked again. "You're the viscount of Kirkwall now?"

Bran glanced from one to the other. "Well, it seems the two of you have a great deal to discuss. Why don't I just leave you to it?"

"So..." Varric shrugged. "It turns out, you fund enough reconstruction efforts in a city-state, the nobles give you the worst job they can think of."

"I might need to sit down." Varric had willingly taken a noble title? "You're the ruler of Kirkwall now? All of it?"

"That's not that big a deal. I have a really pointy crown that I wouldn't be caught dead wearing, but that's it. They voted me in because I got the harbor and businesses up and running again. They want shit fixed, and I can do that." He grinned. "Anyway, I was hoping I'd catch you before the summit got underway. I got you a sort of present." He handed her a scroll. "It's official recognition of your title and holdings in Kirkwall. Congratulations. You're a comtesse now."

Before she could reply, Bran came rushing back over. "You can't actually do that without -"

"Too late. Already did it." Varric threw up his hands, and then turned back to Ruya. "You should stop by Hightown some time to see your estate. It's pretty nice. For Kirkwall, anyway."

"Proper disposition of empty estates is supposed to -"

"You were leaving us to talk, remember?"

Bran sighed and walked away again to continue his poor job of pretending he wasn't listening.

"What are you up to?" Ruya narrowed her eyes at him, but couldn't stop her lips from twitching. "I feel like I should be suspicious."

"Look, it's really not that big a deal. Oh, that reminds me..." He removed something from his belt pouch and handed it to her. "It's the key to the city."

"You can't give that away without approval from the council and a special ceremony. It -"

"It's just symbolic anyway."

"It controls one of the giant chain nets in the harbor."

"Really? That..." Varric's smile actually managed to get broader. "Is so much better than I thought."

She turned it over in her hands. "This operates those giant chains?" She couldn't help herself. "Can I try it?"

"No." Bran immediately protested.

Varric ignored him. "I don't know how this council thing is going to end for the Inquisition. But whatever gets decided, you've got a place lined up in Kirkwall if you want it. Also..." He gestured at the key. "Control of the harbor, I guess." He hugged her again. "Anyway, you should meet with the diplomats. We'll get in a game of Wicked Grace before I go back, though, right?"

"I wouldn't miss it."

"Don't bet any public buildings this time." Bran walked away.

#

She found Cullen throwing a ball for a mabari. For a few moments, anyway, she just watched. It was good to see her general having fun. He threw the ball again, and the dog caught it in the air. Cullen shook his head in mock exasperation. "You there. You're to dodge, not catch. If that ball were a fireball, you'd be dead."

The dog barked, sounding for all the world as if it were arguing with him.

"You..." Ruya walked over to them. "Found a dog?"

"They don't breed mabari in Orlais. The merchant said he was abandoned. Perhaps his owners tired of the novelty?"

Ruya held out a hand, and the dog immediately moved his head under it to get scratched. "Poor boy. Well, he seems happy now."

Cullen smiled. "Another Ferelden trapped at the Winter Palace - I couldn't leave him to that fate. Besides, I think he likes me." The dog rolled over onto his back, permitting his belly to be rubbed.

"I never expected you to make friends at a political council." Part of her hoped this was a good sign. "How times have changed."

He laughed. "So they have." He rubbed the dogs ears. "The Inquisition will change after this. I'm not yet sure what that will mean. Still, I've found certainty in my life now; the council won't change that." He stood up. For a moment, they both stood there quietly, watching the dog roll happily. Then he turned to her. "Marry me."

The mabari barked. Ruya felt her heart attempt to jump out of her chest. She... Had he just? "What?"

"I mean, will you..." He sighed. "I had a plan, and..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And there wasn't a dog. But you were..." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I've thought of little else, and I don't need a plan. Only to know if you would..."

"I would." She held out her hand. "Cullen, I will."

"You will." He caught her hand, and pulled her to him. He rested his forehead against hers. The dog barked and jumped around them happily.

They'd have to... they'd need to... All she needed was him. "People will notice the Inquisitor marrying her commander in the middle of the Exalted Council."

"It won't go over well. But we know a few people who can keep things..." He kissed her. "Secret."

#

"Gabriel?"

"Carver, what can I do for you?" Gabriel grinned at his little brother.

"Would you mind having Orana watch Leandra tonight? Merrill and I have some things to take care of."

"I'll watch her, Uncle Carver." Salla stood up. "Please?"

Carver handed the toddler over to his niece. "You got her?"

Salla nodded eagerly. "Come on, Leandra. Let's go read."

"Everything alright, brother?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow at Carver.

"A bit of Inquisition business. Shouldn't take long. Thanks." Carver headed out the door.

Gabriel frowned as his brother disappeared, and then turned towards Fenris. "Something about that seem off to you?"

#

Mother Giselle was absolutely overjoyed when they found her and told her their intention. She even managed to procure Ruya a dress. Ruya couldn't remember the last time she'd worn one.

"Just now..." Cullen held her hands in his. "Everything feels like it was worth fighting for."

"It was."

"This is..."

"This is the part where you make a promise." Mother Giselle drew their attention back to the ceremony.

"Oh. Right." Cullen cleared his throat. "I swear unto the Maker and the Holy Andraste to love this woman the rest of my days."

She said her own vows, and then lifted her head as he kissed her. Time went away.

"My wife."

"My husband." Suddenly she laughed. "Oh."

"What?"

"Just before I found you, I spoke to Varric. Congratulations, husband. You are now a comte of Kirkwall."

He put his arms around her and laughed.

#

She found Blackwall flinging daggers at a target. He stopped when he saw her, and went to collect the knives. "Fashionably late. I thought you weren't going to show."

"I gave you my word we would talk, and I never break my word." She had been rather busy. They'd tell everyone later.

Something of her distraction must have come out in her voice. Blackwall held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Easy there. I was just teasing." He gestured for her to join him on a bench. "So, tell me everything that happened while I was away."

#

He felt the call, and picked up his bow. Temmerin looked up. "Time then."

"It's time." Nathaniel checked his quiver. "You have your orders."

Talsaad nodded. "It's been an honor, ser."

"It has. I wish you both well." He slung the quiver over his shoulder and took off at an easy run.

#

"And after the betrayal, and what I put those men through, my sorries were worth about as much as shit."

Ruya put a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed gently. If nothing else, she was proud he'd tried. "Are you glad you at least tried to apologize?"

"It's hard to say. I go back and forth most days." He sighed. "They needed to know there's a way to come back from anything. And I wanted to help them, if I could. I thought going up there on the gallows was difficult. This was worse. A hundred times worse. Anyway..." He turned back towards her. "It's nice to be back, though I'm not sure what to think of this council." He stood, and went back to where the daggers were sitting. "No matter what, you know you can always count on my sword arm and my friendship."

She watched him throw a dagger. "I'm getting a little worried for the palace. And any passerby."

He laughed.

#

"Ahh."

Ruya immediately whirled and called up a barrier. There was nothing behind her. She turned back towards Cassandra. "Is everything all right?"

"Yes. Well. I..." Cassandra began nervously picking at her fingers. "Wanted to speak with you. And now you're here."

She tilted her head to one side. "This seems serious." Maker, she hoped nothing had gone wrong on Cassandra's most recent attempt to locate the remaining Seekers.

"It's not about me. It's about you." Cassandra turned one way, then the other, and then looked back at Ruya. "Maybe you should sit."

"I can stand." Ruya gave Cassandra a concerned look.

"Maybe I should sit." Cassandra all but fell back onto the stairs. Ruya shrugged, and sat beside her. "Inquisitor, I want you to know that I am your friend. I will always be your friend."

"Oh, well, that's -" Something had gone wrong.

"So I hope to give you sound advice on this momentous day." Cassandra took a deep breath. "Do what is in your heart, my friend. No matter what anyone might tell you."

"That's..." Okay, what conversation were they having here? "A lovely sentiment, Cassandra."

"Marriage is much more than a 'lovely sentiment,' Inquisitor."

"Marriage?" Ruya gaped. How had the woman found out so quickly? It hadn't even been an hour since...

"Cullen is not hard on the eyes, I'll give him that, but if you truly intend to..." Cassandra trailed off. "You're not proposing. To anyone." She stood and started to pace, clenching her fists. "I am going to kill Varric. Why do I believe everything he says? Why?"

Varric. How had the dwarf known? Or... Had he? Ruya started to laugh. "Cullen and I..." She grinned up at Cassandra. "Already eloped."

Cassandra turned around, her eyes wide. "You did? Here in the palace?" She put her hands over her mouth and actually made a squealing noise. "Oh. The garden would be perfect for a wedding." Cassandra hugged her. "Being Inquisitor has brought you good things. Many good things. But only a few have been by your choice. Take what happiness you can from those, and do not let them go. That is all I meant to say. Advice from a friend, for the days to come."

#

He hadn't been to Gwaren since before the misadventure in the Fade. Loghain's eyes went to the castle. Anora's castle. His daughter's castle. He strapped the shield to his arm, and touched the hilt of his sword before heading to the passage. Vigilance took over as his eyes as they moved through the darkness.

#

"Your Worship. I'm glad you're here." Krem waved her over. "Listen, I need you to keep the chief distracted while we sneak this dragon skull through the room behind him."

"I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes." And how many of them ended up arrested.

"It's for his birthday."

"I'll see what I can do, Krem." She wouldn't miss this for anything.

"All right, here he comes. Just keep him talking. He loves talking."

She waved Iron Bull over to the bar, choosing the seat that would leave him with his back to the room. "Hey, boss. Good to see you."

"It's good to see that the Veil has largely healed, now that most of the major rifts are closed. You might think otherwise, but the Veil isn't technically a physical barrier. It's more like a magical vibration that repels the Fade."

"Hm..." He gave her a slightly confused look. Behind him, the Chargers were... what the hell were they doing?

She switched topics. "Do you think news of the Exalted Council could affect the lyrium shipments from Orzammar?"

"Uh..." He shrugged. "Maybe?" Well, they'd managed to get it moved a bit further. She hoped Rocky was going to be okay.

Another try. He'd said something about architecture when they'd explored the Hissing Wastes. "It's fascinating to see the remnants of Ciriane culture here. Most of it was deliberately erased during Orlesian unification, under the reign of Maferath's son Isorath."

"Uh-huh." Dalish... needed to work on her force magic. She'd give the woman some lessons later.

How had Brehan explained Ferelden system of government? "Did you know that Ferelden has its own names for Lords? The country is divided into Teyrnirs, governed by Teyrns. Inside those are cities and arlings, ruled by arls. And then there's the Bannorn. It's a large area of countryside, ruled by multiple banns."

"Good to know." If they dismantled the door, she was going to kill them.

"Most mages hate the thick of battle, but I can't imagine hanging back. It's nice to get your hands dirty."

"That's why I like you, boss. You swing a sword. It's a weird sword made out of magic, but still." He winked at her. She ran a hand down her face. Of course he knew. Subtlety, thy name was not 'The Chargers'.

"Surprise. Happy birthday, Chief!"

He actually managed to look surprised. "Oh, you guys. You got me."

#

She walked over to where Sera was cackling at the recent show. "Here's you. And everyone. Glad to be back, all stuffed together. With the pressure full on. Again." Sera spread her hands. "Don't worry, 'Herald of Everywhere.' I came prepared. I know what everyone needs." She held up a pie. "Just like best times."

Everyone might not need it. But she rather thought she did.

#

Starkhaven. Of all the places. Anders gripped his staff tightly. He had no love for Sebastian, but he had a job to do. The beard itched, and the armor chafed, but he should be able to move unrecognized.

#

Ruya licked the last of the whipped cream off her face. "I expected a roof."

"It's early. Anyway, that was a good run. It's all been a good run. I needed that, and I need..." Sera's face fell. "You know it's ending, right? We can say it won't, but nobs in places like this? All they do is end things. They'll try a leash..." Sera put her hands on the table. "Or worse. But maybe you aren't ready to quit just because some 'Lord Piddlebits' is scared of us?"

"The Inquisition's still needed. No one can question that."

"That's the problem. When people need us, they don't need them." Sera fiddled with her drink. "Point is, sooner or sooner, all this changes. And you've helped me understand..." Sera met her eyes as others joined them at the table. A few of the faces she vaguely recognized. "Too much. So it's my turn to help you. See, I have these friends. And all of them were the wrong sort of whatever. Their place changed, or it never was. So together, we made an 'us.' Everyone needs an 'us'. And when the world is done saying no and calls you the wrong sort of whatever, maybe we can be that 'us' for you?" Sera grinned. "What do you think, Inquisitor? Want to run some rooftops as a Jenny?"

Maker. She'd heard worse plans. "Well, all I have to say is call me 'Red frigging Jenny'."

"Way too confusing." One of the newcomers said. "You'll get a city. One that rhymes with 'arse'."

Sera's eyes widened. "Oh. I should have said we needed 'a we' instead of 'an us'. Because..." She gestured. "Wait. Anus?" She laughed. "So stupid."

Ruya held up her glass and laughed. "To all my friends."

"Always and ever, Inquisitor. Always and ever."

#

Caronel checked his collection of lyrium vials. It was odd, after so long, not wearing Warden armor. But they weren't Wardens anymore. Not after this. It still surprised him, some days, that he'd chosen to follow. Odder still to find himself in a place mages could walk freely. He'd never been to a circle. Despite his magic, it was a sword he carried rather than a staff. The mages had fumbled their way towards an ancient path. What he'd learned since was...

He moved lightly through the shadows. No maps, only memory. The wisp darted in front, guiding in response to his focused direction. Silent. If they did their jobs right, this was a story that would never be told.

#

"Inquisitor. I see you have time for afternoon refreshments."

Ruya began trying to decide how she was going to extract herself from this nobleman when Cole came up and leaned in to his ear. "Do you know that a merchant in the courtyard is selling gemstones the same color as your eyes?"

"What an odd thing to say. Hmph. I must see this for myself." The lord stood, bowed to Ruya, and walked off.

She smiled. "I appreciate the help getting him elsewhere."

"I still don't understand Orlesians and their masks, but it makes him happy." Cole shrugged. "And I needed the table." He crumpled a piece of stale bread.

"For bread crumbs?"

"Birds like bread crumbs."

Maryden turned towards them and smiled. "Oh, Cole, good day. I didn't see you there."

Cole walked to her, and kissed her cheek. "But I saw you, as lovely as your songs."

"I'm pleased for both of you." She'd been leery of the relationship at first. Cole still felt too much like a younger sibling to her. But she couldn't deny it made them both happy. And maybe this was just a sort of day for love to be in the air.

"The world has ample pain, Inquisitor. The kindness found in Cole is rare indeed."

"Her songs bring happiness to those who hear..." Cole held Maryden's hands. "And I can make her happy in return."

Ruya smiled. "Well, then. Carry on."

#

Josephine was fretting again. "It's been quite a day so far, has it not? I've been speaking with representatives from everywhere."

"Have they given you trouble?"

"Not at all. It is quite alarming. It means they are saving themselves up for later." Josephine sighed. "Would you walk with me? I should like to take some air before the Exalted Council becomes inescapable..."

They strolled through the gardens. As beautiful as they were, Ruya found herself missing Skyhold.

"The palace has been most accommodating - we are, after all, here at their insistence - but the ministers may..." Josephine punched a hand into her palm. "No. No more talk of the council. This meeting was to spend time with you in a more relaxed fashion."

A meeting. Josephine had scheduled a meeting to talk to her. Maker, what had they come to? "Is this in your daily notes? Three to four o'clock, idle chat with the Inquisitor?"

"Of course not." Josephine cleared her throat. "Not precisely." She sighed. "The truth is, there is a small entertainment happening this afternoon. To which I may be able to find a pair of invitations."

"You'd like me to go with you?"

"Very much so. In all the years you've worked with Orlais, you've had so little time to enjoy its culture."

"Perhaps you're right. These meetings and talks don't allow for much leisure time."

"And then back to Skyhold without a moment's pause to take in where we are. With all that's been happening, I promised myself some time out. I'd very much like to go with a friend."

"Thank you for thinking of me. I'd be delighted to attend."

"Splendid. I will arrange things at once." Josephine's smile was a delight to behold. "The past years have been so busy. We have earned at least a few moments of rest."

Maybe she'd see if Cullen wanted to come as well. "A calm night out sounds -"

#

The templar armor was familiar. There was a time it might have brought comfort. Now, she couldn't wait to take it off once more. But here, in the heart of the Chantry, no one looked at it twice. Not even after all that had passed. Reimas strode easily, the measured pace of a templar on patrol, simply doing her job. Her gaze went to one of the statues, a flame in the woman's hands. Had there truly been a time she'd believed? That girl seemed a stranger to her now.

She'd ridden a griffin. Seen things that she wouldn't have been able to imagine only a few years ago. A small part of her wondered if her father would be proud. If it ended here, she had no regrets.

#

She was so very glad she hadn't suggested bringing Cullen. Next to her, Josephine cheered. "Oh. Bravo. Bravo."

"Was the woman in gold playing a king? Who was the man in feathers?" She'd read about Orlesian opera but... Maker, Otwin actually enjoyed attending these with Yvette? No wonder Lukas kept asking if Otwin had been struck in the head at the Winter Palace.

"Oh, it's all very simple. The First Actor's mask is determined by..." Josephine saw her face. "Well, I will lend you the program guide. But tell me: did you enjoy the performance?"

"That was..." It was certainly entertaining. "One of the greatest things I've ever seen."

"Truly?"

When she had the chance, she was going to drag Iron Bull to one of these performances just to watch his reaction. "The part with the glittery..." She sketched the air with her hands. "And they actually set fire to..." She laughed. "Yes, I truly enjoyed it." It was like watching someone fall down the stairs while juggling a dozen pies.

"Then I call tonight a great success." Something flashed. "Oh, look. The encore signal."

Wait. What?

#

"There you are. I..." Cullen smiled at her as she placed the basket full of dog treats next to him. He laughed. "I just realized I'm greeting my wife. I rather like this."

She bent, and kissed him. "I've got to go play politics a bit and greet some more people." She wagged a finger at the dog, and then pointed to Cullen. "Don't let him bite anyone."

The mabari woofed at her.

#

"Darling, you made it. Excellent. I scheduled this appointment ages ago, and they do appreciate punctuality." Vivienne took Ruya's hands in hers and led her into a covered alcove.

"Appointment?"

"With the Imperial Gardens Spa, of course. You work so hard, my dear. I wanted to treat you."

"That sounds like a fantastic idea."

"Or course it is, darling. That's the only kind I have." Vivienne smiled.

Her clothes. Wait. Why were people taking her clothes? Where were people taking her clothes?

#

Valya stood, staff in hand, looking down over the city. The view from the balcony was impressive. Another time, she'd have been tempted to find a pencil and sketch it. Today, though...

She jumped, forming a barrier as she did and landing lightly on the next roof. There was some distance yet to travel. Pity she couldn't bring a griffin for this, but that was something that would be noticed. Merrill. Morrigan. Anders. Her teachers had become strange since leaving the Circle. But they had taught her well. She slipped into the attic window, and found the stairs. In her hand, the staff thrummed with power.

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"What are the cheese wheels for?"

"It pains me that you even have to ask. You've clearly been living too long in barely civilized conditions."

She swore she heard someone laughing. It was possible Vivienne had a point. Years had passed, and Josephine still hadn't made good on her promise to get an Antivan style bathhouse installed in Skyhold. "Did you hear something?"

"Relax, darling. It's a spa day." Vivienne laughed lightly. "How have you been? It seems ages since we've last spoken. How are things with our dear Commander Cullen?"

"I would never kiss and tell, Vivienne. You know that." Why did she smell ham?

"Merely expressing concern for your well-being, my dear. Someone ought to."

Now she was smelling bananas. And someone was laughing, she could just barely hear it over the sound of the fountains. "How do you think the conference will end? What do you think they'll decide?"

"It's all foolish posturing. The nations of Thedas know they can only politely ask the Inquisition to be on its way."

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"Don't you feel better, my dear? This place really does work miracles."

Ruya blinked as someone removed the cheese wheels from her eyes. "What..." Hams were scattered across the floor. And someone had apparently nailed bananas to sticks. "Happened?"

"Darling. It's a spa day. Don't fret. You'll undo all the good they've done. Come along, Inquisitor. They have other appointments, you know."

She needed to find Leliana. And her clothes. Not in that order.

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He'd considered asking his brother to come along. But tonight was going to have enough chaos, and he didn't want to get stuck answering questions. And his brother would definitely have questions. Talsaad and Temmerin had already done their part.

The sword was comfortable in his hands, almost an extension of his arm. Dagna did good work. Carver hit the door with his shoulder, breaking it from the frame. With the noise in the smithy nearby, the sound should go unnoticed. He headed for the stairs. How did cities get so many secret rooms and passages anyway? It was amazing the entire place didn't collapse with so many tunnels underneath it.

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"Divine Victoria. Am I interrupting?" She clearly was, and she was fairly certain Leliana was grateful for it.

"Of course not, Inquisitor." She gestured at the man in front of her. "I was just catching up with King Alistair's adviser. He is here to represent Ferelden at the summit. This is Eamon Guerrin, brother of Arl Teagan of Redcliffe."

"Inquisitor. Good to meet you."

"How are things in Redcliffe, my lord?" Teagan remained cordial, but distant.

"Blessedly quiet. My brother conveys his greetings. Redcliffe remembers its savior."

"I'll try not to keep you from more important matters." Ruya gave him a small bow.

"Very well. We'll continue this later, Your Perfection." Eamon returned the bow, and walked off.

Leliana sighed. "Many are frightened of the Inquisition's power, but I will do all I can do allay their fears."

"Is there anything I can do to make your job easier?"

"Explore the grounds. Let yourself be seen. The delegates need to put a face to the legends. I have much to do, but let me say this: I may no longer be part of the Inquisition, but I am always here if you require."

No sooner had Leliana walked away than Eamon returned. "I'm glad you've finally arrived, Inquisitor. The crown's anxious for news."

"And your thoughts on Ferelden's position?" She already knew most of them. Brehan didn't have a lot of fondness for the man standing in front of her. She was curious to find out what he would say to her face.

"The Breach is long gone, yet Skyhold's army remains. Ferelden can't continue to ignore soldiers on its borders."

"I appreciate knowing where Ferelden stands." Eamon's tones had carried a hint of threat. Brehan and Jerath had both been certain Ferelden would not move against them militarily, but clearly Eamon expected her to think they would do just that.

"You are owed that, Inquisitor. Especially here. These Orlesians will talk circles around you before you get a simple greeting out. I won't keep you longer. We'll have words enough when the Exalted Council begins." That too, sounded like a threat.

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"Why couldn't Alistair have sent Teagan? I can bribe Teagan with tickets to a good joust."

"Brehan, are you hiding in the bushes?"

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Yes." He shrugged, and stepped out from behind the shrubbery. She noted he wore the formal attire of the Inquisition.

"Are you avoiding Eamon?"

"Vivienne, actually. She and Lenore are in 'negotiations' over some circle texts and Vivienne wants my assistance."

"And?"

"Lenore has picked up some very creative threats since she started a relationship with a former Crow and I've no wish to find out how good she can make on them." Brehan shook his head. "There is an undercurrent here I dislike. Too many watching. It feels like..." He frowned. "I don't know."

"What in particular?"

"The servants are waiting. Like they expect something to happen. And..." He shrugged. "There are many things it could be, Inquisitor, but something is going on."

"See what else you can find. Maybe talk to Sera and Bull."

"Yes, Inquisitor."

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Merrill looked over the woods. The secret passage was exactly where he said it would be. And still unlocked, just like he said it would be. The smugglers tunnels offered easy access to the city. Fortunately, her prey wasn't in the city. She drew her staff, and headed into the trees. What was it Anders had liked to say? Show them why mages were feared.

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"Orlais is on our side, Lord Pavus. The Inquisition's support is not a thing to lose lightly."

"Which is why the Orlesian court is circling it with a net and collar?" Dorian folded his arms, and was clearly channeling Tevinter. He caught sight of her, and smiled. "But you'll have to excuse me. I see an old friend I must greet." He walked away from the Duke, and strode towards her. "Inquisitor. How long has it been? Don't actually tell me, I despise feeling old." He kissed her cheek. "It's good to see you, my friend."

It had been just about a month. "You arrive ahead of me. I hope all's well."

"It's everything I expected. We've been spared the burden of surprise." Hearing that from her favorite pessimist was not comforting. "Orlais wants the Inquisition tamed, Ferelden wants it gone, the Chantry meddles, and Tevinter sends but one ambassador. That's me, by the way. A 'reward for my interest in the South.'"

"Well, it looks good on you."

"Thankfully, 'Ambassador Pavus' is a token appointment. Call on me as you like."

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"Inquisitor. Duke Cyril Montfort, member of the Council of Heralds and Lord of Chateau Haine. I have long followed your work. It is extraordinary."

"Is that sentiment shared by the rest of the court?" Duke Cyril was an ally, but not one to be trusted.

He laughed. "Of course. Orlais wishes only to offer respectful guidance to the Inquisition."

A leash. At least the Fereldens were honest in their intent. "Does Your Grace feel the Inquisition should continue to rule itself?"

"I would rather see the Inquisition join us freely than be carved into pieces for the chessboard." More polite. But still a threat. "I have not forgotten Justinia's death. I had friends who perished at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. More than the good you have done, it is the good we may do together I don't wish to lose. Whatever happens, Inquisitor, I wish you well."

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Temmerin glanced up at Talsaad, who smiled back at him fiercely. Of all the women in the world, he fell in love with one twice his height. Dagna had come through. Now it was their turn. They moved quietly through the tunnels, placing the explosives and their runed fuses. He could sense the spawn through the stone. The Messenger had done his work. Talsaad prepared the last charge. He caught her hand as they headed back. "You okay with this?"

"I am, kadan." She glanced back over her shoulder. "Truth is a powerful force."

"Everything changes after this."

She bent, and kissed him. "Not everything."

"No." He returned the kiss. "Not everything."

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"As the most eloquent dwarf you know, Sparkles -"

Sera raised her glass. "Speech. Speech. Way too much speech."

"Varric, there's really no need..." Dorian looked at her. His face looked guilty.

Ruya walked over, stepping over the passed out Iron Bull. If he wasn't back up on his feet soon, she'd send Stitches over with that special Dalish hangover cure that he hated so much. "What's going on?"

"Inquisitor. You're just in time." Varric gestured at Dorian. "Sparkles, the Imperium doesn't deserve you. Or want you. It may even kill you. But we'll miss you, if it counts." Ruya blinked. Varric must have caught the expression on her face. The glare from Dorian probably didn't hurt either. "Aaaaand you didn't know." He began gesturing. "Okay, folks. Time to take the party elsewhere."

Iron Bull let out a snore and mumbled something in his sleep. Varric just shrugged. "Errrr, leave him."

Ruya followed Dorian. He stood with his back to her, looking at a fountain. "It's true. When the Exalted Council has ended, I'm going back to Tevinter..." He turned to face her. "For good, this time."

She'd known it was coming. It still hurt. "You know I'll miss you."

"Naturally." He sighed. "My father is dead. Assassinated, I believe." She stepped forward and hugged him. He returned the hug. "I received notice this morning: a perversely cheerful letter congratulating me on assuming his seat in the Magisterium. We only met a few times while I was home. He didn't say anything about keeping me as his heir. This 'ambassadorship'..." Dorian let her go. "His doing, I'm told. He must have wanted me away when the trouble started. I have to go back."

Her gaze went to the passed out man by the stone bench. "How does Bull feel about this?"

Sorrow and hope warred in Dorian's eyes. "He wants to come with me. It can't happen, of course. A qunari cannot simply walk around the Imperium, even in a magister's company. I don't want him hurt. He doesn't want me hurt. We're working it out."

"I wish you safe travels, and the best of luck."

"Oh, I'll need it. Thank you. Magisters are tricksy bastards." He held something out to her. "A present. A going-away present. It's a sending crystal. Amazing what friendship with the Inquisition gives you access to. If I get in over my head, or you're overwhelmed with sorrow for lack of my velvety voice..." He gestured dramatically. "Magic." He grinned. "What - you didn't think I would just leave and you'd never hear from me again, did you?" He hugged her again. "You are my dearest friend, perhaps my only friend. That will never change, no matter where we are."

"You're family, Dorian. Always."

There were actual tears in his eyes. "Now let's finish the good wine before the others get back."

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"Will you walk with me?" Leliana asked. Ruya followed her. "The first time I came to the Winter Palace, I was only eighteen. I was dazzled. Such rich hangings. Splendid marble columns. More golden lions than I could count. It's all still here. Still bright. But I no longer see that same palace."

A feeling she knew well. The last few years had stripped away a lot of wonder from the world. "And that makes you sad."

"It is easier on the heart to just see gilding." Leliana looked down at her hands. "Now all I see are hands rubbed raw to make gold gleam, tears shed in the night over silk embroidery. Others overlook them and forget their pain, but I am Divine, and I cannot be blind." She looked at where the delegates were gathered. "They seek to tear the Inquisition down. You feel it, no? Fear."

As hard as it was, she tried to make light of it. "I'd fear anyone with our vault of secrets. Wouldn't you?"

"It is not our secrets, nor our soldiers. There have always been spymasters and private armies. They are afraid of nothing so much as the hand that directs it all."

The hand that ached, even now. "Mine."

"Already, your actions have begun to reshape Thedas. Your influence is felt everywhere. It was only a matter of time before they moved. I'm surprised it took this long. The Inquisition's time is coming to an end."

If it must. The Maker would guide them. Perhaps the Inquisition need not so much end as change. "Is that the decree of Her Perfection Divine Victoria? That the Inquisition be dissolved?"

"As Divine, it is my duty to think of Thedas - and all her peoples." She smiled, but there was sorrow behind her eyes. "We set out to restore peace. And now peace is upon us. You and I have come so far through the darkness together. It is time for us both to live in the light." Leliana laid a hand on her shoulder. "But whatever you decide, I will be honored to stand beside you."

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Jerath moved through the shadows of the undercity. An armed elf drew no questioning eyes. Not here, despite the fresh paint on the heights. Some places never changed. He found his destination easily. Someone thought they had a sense of humor. A message would need to be delivered to that someone. A warning. One.

The key unlocked the door. He entered. There would be no wards. It was not their way. Here, though, here they would use magic. They'd consider it poetic. The hilt of the dragonbone blade found his hand. It was going to be a long night.

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It was time. With Josephine by her side, she walked into the Exalted Council.