Author's Note: Chaste marriage or break up? I don't think so. Here's where I fix what Bioware failed to give us (I still love you though Bioware). You will not find this option in game.

Dearest Father,

The apprehension I felt made it difficult to walk up the steps toward the Chantry. I don't know why I was so nervous, everything with Sebastian and I has been going well. Maybe it was from not seeing him all morning, or the fact that it was Fenris who told me I should go to the Chantry instead of Sebastian coming to the estate as he normally does each day. It was just odd, but I figured the sooner I went the better, keep my mind from thinking all sorts of foolish thoughts.

When I arrived, Sebastian was having a discussion with Aveline. It was strange seeing Aveline in the Chantry; not her normal place to visit for certain. It was even stranger to see her not in uniform, but she looked good. Happy even. I suppose marriage has done wonders for uplifting her mood.

I didn't mean to listen in on their conversation, but I couldn't help it when I heard my name mentioned by Sebastian. When I heard what they were speaking about, I had no choice but to intervene.

"You know as well as I do that Hawke should do it. Kirkwall needs a viscount, and who else cares for the city and its citizens more than she does?" Sebastian asked Aveline.

Aveline folded her arms across her chest. "You know she doesn't want that," she said.

"The people look to their leaders when there's war," Sebastian stated. "And Hawke is that leader already. She's the Champion after all, who better to lead this city during this most vulnerable time?"

"You should probably discuss that with her," Aveline said, looking over his shoulder and seeing Hawke ascend the stairs to the landing. "Just don't call the guard when she rings your neck about it," Aveline called as she left the two of them alone.

Hawke laughed as she passed Aveline and then stood before Sebastian. "I must be hearing things. You want me to be viscount?"

Sebastian took her hand and led her upstairs toward the pews outside the confessional. They sat together, Sebastian keeping a firm grasp on her hand. "Andraste said the Maker is King in the heavens, but it is the Kings of Thedas that must recreate His worldly glory. I keep thinking about that, about us, about what that could mean for our future."

Hawke kept her gaze focused on their entwined fingers in her lap. "And what conclusions have you reached?" she dared to ask, not sure if she was prepared to hear his answer. If he wanted her to become viscount, yet still wanted to pursue becoming the Prince of Starkhaven, where did that leave them and their relationship?

"I have been with the Chantry for many years," Sebastian began. "Spreading the word of the Maker and Andraste, doing what I can for the poor lost souls. But Andraste was right; only a leader, someone in power such as a prince or a viscount, could sway an entire city. I am certain now more than ever that returning to Starkhaven is what I need to do. But to leave Kirkwall in the hands of Meredith, that is what has me unsettled about my decision."

"So if I were to become viscount, you'd feel better about leaving?" The weight within the pit of her stomach became heavier. Was he really going to suggest, after everything they had gone through, that they now become leaders of separate cities?

"You have been a key factor in all of my decisions," Sebastian told her. "I was content to remain in the Chantry, doing the Maker's work and devoting my life to His cause." He turned to look at her, gently turning her head with his free hand so she would return his gaze. "Since meeting you, my mission, my purpose, has completely changed. You mean the world to me Marian. I couldn't have gotten through this time without you. You must know that."

Hawke stared into his blue eyes, and could no longer hold back the fear that had grown within her. Was this goodbye? It sounded like goodbye, and the very thought of being separated from this man was nearly too much to bear. "So you'd leave me here and return to Starkhaven? Again?"

Sebastian brushed away a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "No," he said. "I'm afraid I just can't do that."

She shook her head, confused at his contradicting words. "But I can't remain here and you be there and us still be together. Not that I could ever become viscount, with Meredith around and me being a mage. But even if I could, it would take us both years, a lifetime even, to get the cities where they need to be. We'd be apart forever."

"And that is why I still remain," he told her, gently squeezing her hand. "I told Aveline you would be the best choice for viscount because it's true. You would, and the people of Kirkwall know this. But you're right, Meredith would never stand for it, in fact I fear if she caught wind of you even considering it, she may become a bit hostile."

Hawke still wasn't certain what he was trying to say. "I don't see a solution here Sebastian," she said. "I don't understand."

His eyes softened as he looked at her, taking both her hands in his. "Starkhaven needs me, but has been without me for nearly fifteen years," he said. "It can wait a bit longer. You are needed here, and I need you, and I will not leave either you or Elthina in the middle of danger with this rebellion brewing."

"Really?" Hawke asked, surprised by his words. "Do you mean that?"

Sebastian nodded. "We remain, deal with Meredith, make you viscount if necessary, and once the city is stable again, we go to Starkhaven. Together, with a clean conscious for us both that we've done all we could for Kirkwall."

Her tears fell freely now, though they were tears of joy. "I can't believe you'd do this," she said. "You've talked about Starkhaven for so long, and to put it off for me?"

"Believe it," he assured her. "And it's not just for you. I'm being a bit selfish wanting to remain by your side, am I not? There is, however, one thing we need to do before we set this plan into motion."

Hawke released his hand to wipe her tears. "What more could there be? Becoming viscount seems like an impossible task on its own. I'm not so certain I could handle something more."

"What about me moving into the estate?" Sebastian asked with a grin. "Could you handle that?"

She nearly screamed with glee at those words, and wrapped her arms around him. "You mean it?" she whispered, containing her excitement as she remembered where they were.

Sebastian returned her embrace, stroking her hair gently. "I do not want to be away from you for another moment," he told her. "Today. Now in fact, if you'll have me. I've already told Elthina."

Hawke pulled away but kept her arms locked around his neck. "Really? So sure I'd say yes?"

He pressed his lips to hers, which was answer enough for her.