and as beloved by my people as I love them.

OOC: palindrome-chan

  1. I was finally able to get Eamon to send Garreth to Kirkwall for me.  I am so excited to have my baby back at my side.  And he is happy to be here as well.  He has spent the entire day startling servants and sniffing out a room for himself.  I think he has finally settled for the rug that was given to me by the king of Antiva.  Garreth has been dragging it about all day, tearing hole in it.  I’m certain he will drag it outside with him at some point.  It certainly does give the thing some more character.

  2. Oh What a Beautiful Morning

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    Zac smiled ruefully at the Queen and put a hand against his stomach.

    “Ah, thank you,” he replied. “I shan’t deny that I am a might bit famished.”

    He gave her a slightly sardonic smile.

    “I…wasn’t very hungry in the Gallows.”

    He left I probably would have vomited it all up again anyway unspoken, and turned back towards the window.

    “Oh, my,” he breathed. “This is a lovely view!”

    Yes, the view most certainly is lovely.‘  A small voice in the back of her mind supplied as she watched him, briefly, from the corner of her eye.  Immediately all rational thought beat the rebelling thought into submission and ground out all trace of it for the moment.  Such thoughts should not be entertained by a queen, especially when that queen had such a fragile hold on her throne.

    Instead she looked back out the windows of the solarium.  “Yes, I was just marveling at the view myself.  I was thinking of how much it reminds me of home, if you can ignore all of Kirkwall sprawling out before you.”  The faintest sighs escaped from parted lips.  She missed Denerim.  As much as she liked being on vacation (as much of a vacation as you could call it) she missed her familiar palace and servants. 

    “Am I correct in understanding that you are from Ferelden as well, Ser Warden?”  She asked, looking back at him.

    Zac smiled, but there was something like sadness in it. 

    “Originally yes. I am Ferelden born. But I spent the better part of ten years in Orlais, so I suppose I’m a little bit of both. A mutt, as it were.”

    He grinned teasingly.

    “Have I made so poor an impression on you that you cannot remember a conversation we already had less than a month ago?”

    Anora groaned, lifting her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose in irritation.  Now she remembered why the conversation was so familiar, because she had been the one who had it with him! 

    "Well, you have made a habit of leaving several different impressions, Ser Zacari.  But, I believe most of this can be blamed on the fact that my fortieth name day will be upon me at the middle of the winter.  Age does not mix well when you have so much on your mind."  She said with a sigh.

    "I do apologize.  Besides, I believe I was telling you that there was food for you downstairs.  It would be indecent of me to keep you from it."

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    Oh What A Beautiful Morning

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    Zac had spent the better part of an hour fussing in front of the mirror, making sure that his hair and his clothing laid just so upon his form. It wouldn’t do to have anything out of place. It simply wouldn’t do.

    He tried to convince himself that…

    “I believe you will find no one who appreciates such luxuries more than I, Ser Zacari.  There is a reason why every bedroom in the estate is dressed with both, for emergencies such as this one.”  Anora told him plainly, adverting her eyes from him as he smiled at her.  It was not the first time that she had been given such a winning smile, but it was certainly one of the first that was sincere.  And, as Queen, sincerity was a gem rarer than the finest diamonds.

    But her was quick to change the topic, immediately shifting to what had happened two weeks ago, in the Fade.  Honestly she considered this to be long forgotten now, really not worth mentioning.  For him, she realized however, it was still new.  The two weeks had been spent in agony for him.  No doubt this was probably the first time since that he felt anything akin to human.

    That thought alone made his thanks even more heart felt and the Queen was forced to quell the impulse to hug him.  Such feelings were absurd!  She hardly knew the man!  Yet she had rushed headlong into the Fade after him….

    “It is what any good person would have done for another.  Besides, I owed you my life.  It would not have been in good taste for me to simply let you rush headlong to your death like that.  Not when you had just survived the poison.”

    Maker take her, she had just made a joke.  Not a good one but she had attempted nonetheless.  By the Void what was wrong with her?  A pretty little thing smiles at her and suddenly she is all weak in the knees.  She could just imagine her father scolding her for being so childish.

    ‘You are a Mac Tir, Anora, not some noble Orlesian harlot who takes to bed whom ever she chooses.’  Her father’s voice echoed in her head.

    “I suspect that you are hungry.  I had the chefs prepare something for you.  They are used to Warden appetites so there is certain to be plenty.”

    Zac smiled ruefully at the Queen and put a hand against his stomach.

    "Ah, thank you," he replied. "I shan’t deny that I am a might bit famished."

    He gave her a slightly sardonic smile.

    "I…wasn’t very hungry in the Gallows."

    He left I probably would have vomited it all up again anyway unspoken, and turned back towards the window.

    "Oh, my," he breathed. "This is a lovely view!"

    Yes, the view most certainly is lovely.'  A small voice in the back of her mind supplied as she watched him, briefly, from the corner of her eye.  Immediately all rational thought beat the rebelling thought into submission and ground out all trace of it for the moment.  Such thoughts should not be entertained by a queen, especially when that queen had such a fragile hold on her throne.

    Instead she looked back out the windows of the solarium.  “Yes, I was just marveling at the view myself.  I was thinking of how much it reminds me of home, if you can ignore all of Kirkwall sprawling out before you.”  The faintest sighs escaped from parted lips.  She missed Denerim.  As much as she liked being on vacation (as much of a vacation as you could call it) she missed her familiar palace and servants. 

    "Am I correct in understanding that you are from Ferelden as well, Ser Warden?"  She asked, looking back at him.

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  4. Oh What A Beautiful Morning

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    Zac was unsure of how many days had actually passed by the time he finally woke up. 

    He knew immediately that something was different when he opened his eyes and found himself nestled down within a mountain of warm, soft blankets, a down mattress sinking under his weight and cradling him gently within its warmth. He knew he should perhaps be concerned about the change in his surroundings, but the bed was so comfortable, and he was so warm and cozy that he just…didn’t care. He supposed, as his eyelids drooped a little and he basked in the afterglow of good sleep, that if an axe murderer chose at that moment to break down the door to the room and attack him, he’d hardly put up any fight at all.

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    The two days that crept by after returning Zacari to her estate seemed to creep by even slower than the two weeks that had passed between her release and going to see him.  Despite his fever breaking and his wound being healed, Anora still worried, refusing to leave his bedside until Erlina had woken her from the chair twice.  Even then she had been stubborn and only the reassurance that someone else would be there to watch him gave her the comfort she needed to leave his side.

    And that had only been the first day.  The second had gone no easier.  She had awoken early, rising with the sun, and immediately sought out his room.  The guard at the door reported that Zac had slept through the night without incident and that put her mind at ease enough for her to take breakfast.  But, even as the constant assurances came to her throughout the day, she found herself worrying.  Two weeks in that hellish place had undoubtedly left an impact, not counting what Tokeil had done herself.

    Just thinking about the demon made Anora’s blood boil.  The Queen took great satisfaction in reliving the abominations final moments of life, her final scream as the blade sank through her heart.  This was one of the few things that brought her any joy during these restless hours. 

    She had done everything she could to distract herself; burying herself in books and looking up different politics and social customs of the nations of Thedas.  But nothing seemed to occupy her.  All she could think of was the young, two-toned haired warden sleeping in her guest quarters. 

    ‘He is safe.’  She kept repeating to herself when worries that he would not awaken began to drown out her senses.  ‘He was healed and he sleeps fine.  The demon is gone and he will awaken.  He will be fine.’

    Once he was out of danger, once he was awakened, she knew she would stop worrying and could focus on why she cared so much in the first place.  Surely, it was because he had saved her life and this was the process for which she was repaying the debt.  But, deep down, she knew that was not so.  When he smiled, when he laughed, he reminded her so much of someone she had once known, had once loved fiercely.  Someone who had died far too young.

    “My lady, he has awakened.” 

    The servants words snapped her out of her dreaming, causing her to nearly bolt from her chair when the news registered in her mind.  Years of pretense and well polished calm held her in place, however, and she gave simple orders to have Zac prepared for an audience with her in three hours.  That would give him plenty of time to recuperate and do whatever he needed to do.  Mostly, it would give her enough time to gather her wits about her.  At least, she had hoped it would.

    She was wrong.

    Three hours later she was standing at one of the many windows of the solarium, watching as the sun began its slow decent across the afternoon sky.  It was a pretty day for Kirkwall.  For once there were few clouds in the sky, leaving only a beautiful expanse of blue.  If she squinted just right, blocking out the Kirkwall sky line, it felt like she was home.

    Zac had spent the better part of an hour fussing in front of the mirror, making sure that his hair and his clothing laid just so upon his form. It wouldn’t do to have anything out of place. It simply wouldn’t do. 

    He tried to convince himself that his nervousness was only due to her being a Queen and not her being Anora

    Finally, when he decided to leave well enough alone before he completely ruined everything, he emerged from the guest chambers and, after asking for directions, found his way into the solarium and entered.

    He stopped immediately upon walking through the doors, taken in by the sight of the Queen standing in the sunlight. She did not notice his gaze as he studied her, standing as she was, resplendent despite the fact that she wore no jewels and only a simple gown of light greens and golds. She didn’t need any adornments. Hers was a quiet beauty, consisting of comely features and a radiant inner strength that rivaled the light of the mid-morning sun.

    A smile passed over his features, and he took a step further into the room.

    “Lovely morning, isn’t it?” he asked, thereby announcing his presence.

    Lost in thought as she was, Anora did not notice the door open, nor feel the eyes on her.  Normally she noticed everything about her surroundings, a skill that her father had taught her to use both on and off the battlefield.  Today, however, was not a normal day and these were not normal situations.

    Situation as it was, she started when he spoke, spinning around took look at him, first with eyes narrowed until she realized who it was.  Instantly she relaxed and she smiled one of her rare smiles that he seemed to be gifted in pulling out of her.  But at least he was awake and alive and feeling better, if his appearance was any indication.

    "Indeed, it is.  I suppose it is the first you have seen in quite a few days."  She said, the barest hint of regret buried deep in her words.  A tentative step brought her closer and she examined him with keen eyes, noting that he no long had the bags beneath his eyes and that he looked much more healthier than he had merely two days ago. 

    "I suppose your presence here means you are feeling better?  I had hoped that three hours would allow you enough time to gain your strength back.  The state we found you in…Well, I did not want to cause you any over exertion.  Honestly I am surprised that you have awakened so soon.  I expected that you would be lost to us for a few more days."

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  5. Oh What A Beautiful Morning

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    Zac was unsure of how many days had actually passed by the time he finally woke up. 

    He knew immediately that something was different when he opened his eyes and found himself nestled down within a mountain of warm, soft blankets, a down mattress sinking under his weight and cradling him gently within its warmth. He knew he should perhaps be concerned about the change in his surroundings, but the bed was so comfortable, and he was so warm and cozy that he just…didn’t care. He supposed, as his eyelids drooped a little and he basked in the afterglow of good sleep, that if an axe murderer chose at that moment to break down the door to the room and attack him, he’d hardly put up any fight at all.

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    The two days that crept by after returning Zacari to her estate seemed to creep by even slower than the two weeks that had passed between her release and going to see him.  Despite his fever breaking and his wound being healed, Anora still worried, refusing to leave his bedside until Erlina had woken her from the chair twice.  Even then she had been stubborn and only the reassurance that someone else would be there to watch him gave her the comfort she needed to leave his side.

    And that had only been the first day.  The second had gone no easier.  She had awoken early, rising with the sun, and immediately sought out his room.  The guard at the door reported that Zac had slept through the night without incident and that put her mind at ease enough for her to take breakfast.  But, even as the constant assurances came to her throughout the day, she found herself worrying.  Two weeks in that hellish place had undoubtedly left an impact, not counting what Tokeil had done herself.

    Just thinking about the demon made Anora’s blood boil.  The Queen took great satisfaction in reliving the abominations final moments of life, her final scream as the blade sank through her heart.  This was one of the few things that brought her any joy during these restless hours. 

    She had done everything she could to distract herself; burying herself in books and looking up different politics and social customs of the nations of Thedas.  But nothing seemed to occupy her.  All she could think of was the young, two-toned haired warden sleeping in her guest quarters. 

    'He is safe.'  She kept repeating to herself when worries that he would not awaken began to drown out her senses.  'He was healed and he sleeps fine.  The demon is gone and he will awaken.  He will be fine.'

    Once he was out of danger, once he was awakened, she knew she would stop worrying and could focus on why she cared so much in the first place.  Surely, it was because he had saved her life and this was the process for which she was repaying the debt.  But, deep down, she knew that was not so.  When he smiled, when he laughed, he reminded her so much of someone she had once known, had once loved fiercely.  Someone who had died far too young.

    "My lady, he has awakened." 

    The servants words snapped her out of her dreaming, causing her to nearly bolt from her chair when the news registered in her mind.  Years of pretense and well polished calm held her in place, however, and she gave simple orders to have Zac prepared for an audience with her in three hours.  That would give him plenty of time to recuperate and do whatever he needed to do.  Mostly, it would give her enough time to gather her wits about her.  At least, she had hoped it would.

    She was wrong.

    Three hours later she was standing at one of the many windows of the solarium, watching as the sun began its slow decent across the afternoon sky.  It was a pretty day for Kirkwall.  For once there were few clouds in the sky, leaving only a beautiful expanse of blue.  If she squinted just right, blocking out the Kirkwall sky line, it felt like she was home.

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    New and a Bit Alarming

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    I am a great queen: New and a Bit Alarming

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    I should never have come here.

    Shivering in a huddled mess on the floor of the tiny room he’d been placed in, that was one of Zac’s first conscious thoughts.

    At least, it was the first one he remembered having…

    He didn’t really understand what it was she was saying to him, but he didn’t really care. All that mattered was that she was here now, and that alone had made all the voices stop. A tranquil quietness settled over him suddenly, making his eyes droop heavily.

    Dimly he was aware of the healer’s presence at his side, and of the healing spell the man cast over the wound in his arm, taking away the pain and the infection, though not the fever or the weakness. But Zac couldn’t find the strength to care, his grip never loosening on the Queen’s dress, not until his eyes drooped down, down…down…

    He was fast asleep long before he even realized it.

    As the man in her lap slipped into sleep, Anora maintained her guard over him, never once leaving his side, even when a healer was produced.  The mage was talented and cleared away the wound until only the barest trace remained.  She thanked him in a quiet tone before looking over at her guards, who still stood silent in the back ground. 

    "Eric, can you lift this man and carry him back to the estate?"  She asked a larger member of her guard.

    "Of course, your majesty."  The guard in question bowed before handing over his sword to his brother.

    "Your majesty, this man is still under the Chantry’s supervision.  We cannot allow you to take him."  One of the Templars interjected.

    "And a fine job of that you have been doing.  Two weeks he has been down here getting sicker and sicker.  Did you not stop to think that, perhaps, it was his surroundings that are causing him such distress.  I can think of no man in Thedas who would not go mad in such a place as this."  She snapped, "But if the Knight Commander has any problems then he can come talk to me himself."

    Without another word her guard came forward and gently lifted the Warden into his arms.  There was an awkward moment when the guard, arms filled with the sleeping man, tried to help his Queen stand, but Anora brushed him aside, pushing herself to her feet and dusting herself off.

    "Lets go."  She said to her guard, walking past the Templars, icy eyes lighting on them, silently daring them to try and stop her; no one did.

    The Queen and her guard looked quite the sight, walking back to Hightown, body of an unconscious man carried in her guard’s arms.  Already she could hear the whispers and her mind was already trying to guess what rumors would spread from this.  But none of it mattered now.  Her biggest concern was getting Zacari somewhere safe.

    That place just so happened to be one of the many guest rooms of her Hightown estate.  It seemed that Percy had made it in enough time to warn the staff, who had placed fresh sheets on the bed and turned them back in preparation for their guest.  A fire cracked peacefully in the fireplace, filling the room with warmth.

    Once he was settled Anora dismissed her guard and the servants, leaving her alone with him.  Now that they were alone she released a deep breath, her shoulders sagging as she looked at the young warden.  Her hand brushed away a strand of his brilliant white hair, gently checking for a fever, only to find that it has vanished. 

    "What is it with you wardens and getting into so much trouble?"

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    I am a great queen: New and a Bit Alarming

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    I should never have come here.

    Shivering in a huddled mess on the floor of the tiny room he’d been placed in, that was one of Zac’s first conscious thoughts.

    At least, it was the first one he remembered having independently. The voices of the Gallows’ dead had been…

    He dimly heard voices nearby—living, breathing voices. A warm and somewhat familiar hand graced his brow and he turned up towards it. He was so cold…

    “Is this how you treat all of your ‘guests’?! Have you even looked in on him?  His wound is infected and he burns from fever!  If this is how you treat him I would hate to see how you treat your mages!”

    That voice was so familiar to him. But it couldn’t be…it couldn’t…

    “Zac, its okay, I’m going to get you out of here.  You have my word.”

    Zac opened his eyes.

    Anora.

    It had to be a fever-created hallucination, he told himself. She had been sent away, and there was certainly no way she’d return just for him. Just another one of the many tricks the dead were playing on him, but try though he might to tell himself as much, he simply could not bring himself to care that much. She was warm and familiar, and, before he could stop himself, he reached out with his good hand to fist up a section of her gown, not even caring if he mussed it, if only to assure himself that she was real.

    He buried his face in the silk and closed his eyes. Anora. Anora. It was really her. She was here. And even if this was some trick of his addled mind, he couldn’t care less, because it was Anora and she was warm.

    "My Lady, please try to understand," one of the templars was saying. "We have tried to tend to his wounds, but he nearly killed the last healer we brought in here, and would not calm down no matter what we did. We had no intentions of letting it get so bad, but he wouldn’t let us near him.”

    He supposed he should have apologized at that moment, but everything inside of him that was still a rational being was too busy singing the praises of Anora and her late-afternoon-sunshine-like warmth. His whole body slowly started to relax, his tremors quelling, and, for the first time in nearly two weeks, the voices inside of his head grew silent. He kept one hand fisted tight in her skirts so that she could not leave without him. He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to go back.

    The Ferelden queen was still glaring at the guards when a sudden tug at her clothes caught her attention.  Looking down she was met with the saddest, most desperate pair of blue eyes she had ever seen.  Something inside of her shifted and it felt like her heart was about to burst.  Her eyes softened and again she soothed her hand over his hair, watching as his entire body stilled to calm.

    "Zac, I am sorry.  I am so sorry."  She said softly to him, regretting every second that she had left him alone in this place. 

    But when she turned back to the Templars her face was hard again, her eyes sharp as she spoke.  “Well he is calm now.  Get a healer and tell the Knight Commander I am taking this man into my care.  Percy, ” She began, turning her attention to her own guard. “return to the estate and have the servants prepare a room.  Inform them that we will be having a guest for the new few weeks.”

    Looking back at Zac, she combed her fingers through his dark hair, ignoring the filth of it.  “I am going to take you home with me.”  She cooed to his softly as she positioned herself closer to him, letting him practically curl into her lap.  “And you will have a nice bed and a warm meal.  You can sleep as long as you want until you feel better, okay?  I won’t let you stay here a moment longer.”

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  8. New and a Bit Alarming

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    I should never have come here.

    Shivering in a huddled mess on the floor of the tiny room he’d been placed in, that was one of Zac’s first conscious thoughts. 

    At least, it was the first one he remembered having independently. The voices of the Gallows’ dead had been murmuring and nattering in his mind for the past several days, never giving him rest, always begging him for freedom; for their release.

    He sorely wished he knew how to give it to them, if only to get them all to shut. The bloody hell. Up.

    He wished they’d move him out of this room, but he knew that they wouldn’t. 

    “Probationary caution,” the man named Cullen had explained. It wouldn’t do if they’d let him run willy-nilly across the city again. Not with the threat of demonic possession hanging over their heads. It was the last thing they needed, especially with the rumors swirling of the Warden Commander and the Champion being less than pleased at the way the situation had unfolded.

    He should never have come to this place. Kirkwall was a cursed place, with a Veil so thin it practically throbbed against his temples. It pressed against him even now, making him feel so terribly cold, like death. He thought he’d never get warm again. 

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    It had been nearly two weeks since she had been released from the Gallows.  Her freedom was easy to obtain.  She was a Queen after all, and not even the Chantry could hold a member of royalty without some serious proof.  The others, however, well, her influence only stretched so far.  And it had not been far enough to spare Zac from the Gallows dungeon. 

    They claimed it was for observation, but she did not understand how they could observe him when he was locked away from everyone else.  They explained that it was too risky to have him around the mages, just in case.  She had tried but in the end had been able to do little more than insure that he would have a comfortable housing.  The templars assured her that he would not be treated like a prisoner, but Anora doubted every word. 

    Now, two weeks later, she still had heard nothing about him being released and it was driving her crazy.  The hours she had spent in the library looking for some legal loop hole were beyond counting and in the end she had come up with nothing.  If they were in Ferelden things would be different, especially if he were not a Grey Warden.  But, as they were, there was nothing more that Anora could do other than threaten to expose them to an already over sensitive area.  It was one thing to punish mages, but a man who was by all means innocent.  Not counting being possessed by a demon of course.

    That was what had driven Anroa to visit the Gallows one afternoon, dressed in a royal gown, with the royal seal worn upon her ring.  A contingent of her honor guard followed in tight formation behind her, looking just as intimidating as the templars that surrounded them.  The queen had little doubt that it was their presence that got her mildly easy access to the dungeons that housed her friend. 

    She entered alone, leaving her guard stationed along side the templars at the door.  The templars in question warned her fiercely against this but it was her risk to take and she wanted to see him.  But as the giant door creaked open Anora almost instantly regretted not coming sooner.

    "Zacari!" She gasped, immediately going to his side.  There was no hesitation as she put her hand upon his brow, nearly drawing it back from the heat that was consuming him.

    "Is this how you treat all of your ‘guest’?!" She barked to the Templars at the door.  "Have you even looked in on him?  His wound is infected and he burns from fever!  If this is how you treat him I would hate to see how you treat your mages!"

    To say that Anora was livid would be the understatement of the year.  But she quelled her anger with a bite of her tongue and turned back to the man curled up at her side. 

    "Zac, its okay, I’m going to get you out of here.  You have my word."

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