#WARDEN COMMANDER AMELL OF FERELDEN

[theaologies]

I WOULD NOT GO THROUGH SUCH EFFORT TO OVERCOME OUR CALLINGS ONLY TO LOSE HIM TO YOUR INQUISITION

[hermesxanubis]

✨ Morrigan and Warden Brandon Amell ✨

DAO commission that was drawn by https://ko-fi.com/smallpolarbear/posts

[alinamghart]

Hero and Warden-Commander of Ferelden, Desmond Amell, throughout the years.

I'm not sure yet of his given name, might change it later, but this is how I imagine HoF looks like. I'm also drawing him full-bodied, and planning on drawing the other heroes as well.

[raflesia65]

My second entry for @templartationsexchange2025: Cullen and Solona for @kittynomsdeplume

[batterycows]

Was wondering who would be more fun than Stroud to have as Hawke’s warden friend and then it came to me: his literal cousin !!!

[thesummerstorms]

Niamh Amell, Warden Commander of Fereldan Rowan Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall Evanna Trevelyan, Inquisitor Arsinoë de Riva, Rook

a statue + a favorite flower + two symbols + one thing they love

Niamh Amell:

Statue: A heraldic griffon, slowly cracking and erroding Flower: A white rose. Associated in my mind with "victory", due to it being used for such in the first ever tarot deck I owned, traditionally associated with grief/mourning. Neatly encapsulates two thirds of the Warden ethos: In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice Symbols: Lightning and ice. Also a tad literal, as Niamh is a storm/ice/spirit mage, but magic often stems from its wielders' nature. Niamh is a hailstorm of a woman when crossed: swift, unforgiving, and destructively powerful, upending everything in her path. Something she enjoys: An eye-catching sapphire ring in the shape of a flower. After a lifetime of restrictions and forced humility in the Circle, Niamh developed an eye for shiny trinkets that is perhaps unbecoming of someone in her position. Those who attempt to use this fact to bribe her are rebuked, but she has no qualms accepting love tokens from her husband that were stolen from a mark or purchased with money from a death-contract. The ring she wed Zevran with is in fact an ornately set sapphire.

Rowan Hawke:

Statue: A group of stone figures, their individual faces and features worn away to the point of being indistinguishable. Flower: Zinnia, used to symbolize friendship, affection, and loyalty... no matter how alone she felt herself by the end. Her affection and loyalty were never enough to stem the tide, and ultimately brought her to her last stand in the Fade. Symbols: A cliff face being overgrown by vines or roots, and a length of rope. Stubbornness, a tool in someone's hands, a forcible climb upward despite the odds. Or binding, restraint, and restriction. It depends on your point of view. Something she enjoys: A lone hiker standing on a precipice overlooking the sea. Rowan enjoyed escaping the city to climb and wander wherever her feet would take her. (She would have enjoyed it more, had Sundermount not been crawling with bandits and thieves.) But even in Fereldan, she would wander sometimes, escaping mother/father/brother/sister until something inevitably dragged her back.

Evanna Trevelyan:

Statue: A musician playing a harp, their hands and face recently beginning to wear away although their instrument remains untouched. Flower: Jasmine flowers, like her favorite perfume, which she used to use smuggled coin to convince the Templars of her Circle to bring her when her aunt and grandmother's packages were lost or confiscated by the Knight-Commander. It was one of just a handful of personal indulgences she could never quite give up. Symbols: Stained glass like a chapel window, beautiful but impossible to see through clearly. Fragments of a broken mirror lost amongst the debris of the forest floor, a self-image shattered by a journey. Something she enjoys: A lone grey-white horse in an open field, mountains at its back. Before she was dragged off to the Circle, Evanna grew up in the isolated countryside outside Ostwick, riding on horseback and learning archery like the free-spirited nobleman's daughter she outwardly appeared to be. In the Circle, she used to dream of galloping great distances on horseback, but actually regaining the skill in the Inquisition took time.

Arsinoë de Riva:

Statue: "Hands from hell" sculpture, reaching and encroaching, like the memories locked away beneath regret, meant to catch her in their grasp. Flower: Cornflower. Arsinoë would always say her favorite flower is the showy, toxic beauty of blue-violet delphinium. And it is. But her other, equal, secret favorite is the cornflower, beautifully colored but common, a weedflower with no defenses when the farmers cut it away in their fields and no poison to offer an enterprising Crow. Symbols: Silver-ringed hands holding a mage's orb and a flash of violent purple lightning. Arsinoë has always been defined by her magic, which was part of her from before her earliest memory. She was the daughter of a rebel apostate who chose the good of mages over the good of a single child. A young girl stolen and locked away in the Circle who was told to be grateful for her "rescue". A young fledgling whose spells bought her life rather than execution or Tranquility when the Knight-Commander sold her off to the Crows for coin. The spell-blade and storm-caller of House de Riva, survival granted due to utility eventually becoming an authority she didn't want to claim. Something she enjoys: The pegs of a lute, framed against a dark room. Music was one of the few things she began learning for herself, but Viago was more encouraging than she anticipated. Not because of her particular voice or talent, but because it lent his protege a necessary air of sophistication to learn to play the same instrument as many a young noblewoman. Eventually, like anything else in the Crows, it became a tool for her contracts: the disguise of a traveling musician, a street busker, a battered young widow seeking solace through the strumming of strings and shy promises of good company. Her playing grew less after the Antaam invaded, and was left to gather dust in her exile. It wasn't until she found herself facing quiet, sleepless hours in front of the Lighthouse's kitchen fire that she began playing again, and not purely for herself.

[seizethemage]

I recently got into Dragon Age (just in time for Veilguard!) and I have an obsession with making Characters so I now have 4 different world states. Here are all four of my different Wardens! My Heroes of Fereldan, my Warden Commanders, my Sweet Cheeses!

[attractthecrows]

irritated that i made revallen's worldstate a mahariel self-sacrifice one cuz that means i can't have laure waltz into skyhold and pass on the ancient elvhen secrets she picked up in the Brecilian forest by shoving her tongue down revallen's throat right in front of cullen

[supvoidchimera]

Dragon Age Origins/Awakening Protagonist list (1/2)

Hero's Of Fereldan

Alma Tabris (WS 1) (Backstory) (Choices made)

Lovetta Cousland (WS 2) (Backstory) (Choices made)

Blythe Surana (WS 3) (Backstory) (Choices made)

Artemis Mahariel (WS 4) (Backstory) (Choices made)

Hecate Amell (WS 5) (Backstory) (Choices made)

Athena Aeducan (WS 6) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Wiskie Brosca (WS 7) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

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Xandra Cousland (WS 8) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Lana Brosca (WS 9) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Kierlana Mahariel (WS 10) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Aluraka Aeducan (WS 11) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Enyo Tabris (WS 12) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Luna Surana (WS 13) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Soleil Amell (WS 13) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

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Alyan Tabris (WS 14) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Orion Cousland (WS 15) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Takashi Aeducan (WS 16) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Gavor Brosca (WS 17) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Namir Amell (WS 18) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Apollo Mahariel (WS 19) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Datura Surana (WS 20) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

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Sathorn Mahariel (WS 21) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Pyraka Brosca (WS 22) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Nagisa Tabris (WS 23) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Vel Cousland (WS 24) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Daikas Aeducan (WS 25) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Erebus Amell (WS 26) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Venti Surana (WS 26) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

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Fiona Cousland (WS 27) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Alice Amell (WS 28) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Dragonea Mahariel (WS 29) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Rowena Surana (WS 30) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Nadia Brosca (WS 31) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Deyris Tabris (WS 32) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

Deorsa Aeducan (WS 33) (Backstory) (Choices made) (Screenshots)

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[theanimangagirl]

I think I was finally able to nail my HoF in the Veilguard CC

*deep breath*

Ania Solana Amell the Hero of Ferelden, Arlessa of Amaranthine, Warden Commander of Ferelden, Defender of the Vigil, Siegebreaker of the City of Amaranthine, Champion of Redcliffe, Savior of Kinloch Hold, Kingmaker to Orzamar, Friend of the Legion of the Dead, Cursebreaker of the Zathrian Dalish Clan, Liberator of Denerim, Survivor of Ostagar, Chancellor and Mistress to the King of Ferelden.

*gasps for air*

And she did all that before turning 21, daaamn and look at her she is a baby, that's the face of a baby!!

[djfatchip]

What kind of suffering are you?

I was tagged by the amazing and wonderful @katsigian Thank you so much Dear! <3

How much your OC suffers by doing this quiz.

Vivianna Amell

Yearning The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

This one is on point for Vivianna. Vivianna has a yearning for many things she wished she could go back in time and stay there for. Her Parents. Her friends in the Circle. Her freedom before becoming a Grey Warden against her will. She's tired of being on survival mode. Of the blood sheds. Of war. Of battle. She often daydreams and at times can be stuck there just wishing to have certain things, people, she yearns for. But it doesn't consume her, as she doesn't drag in the past. She moves forward. Always forward. To live for those that aren't. And the hope to one day see her parents again.

I tag: @erubadhriell @leysendris @dracoangel @arideya @ratchsellsfornax and anyone else who wants to do it! :D

[flemythic]

i will never be over the hero of ferelden or the warden commander of ferelden or the commander of the grey or the grey warden or the champion of redcliffe or the arl/essa of amaranthine or brosca or aeducan or tabris or mahariel or surana or cousland or amell or leske or trian or shianni or tamlen or jowan or fergus btw

[kiruvry]

fucker compilation for artfight because I've finally figured out my like ""canon"" worldstate god bless 💔💔 sry for disappearing ive been lost in the sauce for months and have like eighteen dragon age characters across all the games bc there's So Much Choice Always n I'm SO indecisive + looooooove oc making . I love my guys so much they have five hundred mental illnesses and should be curbstomped ♥️

choices n lil info things + profiles below if anyone's interested :D spoilers below too obviously but I Don't Know if anybody reading gaf

DA:O

Basic Info

Full Name: Finnian Amell

a.k.a (if applicable): N/A

Title(s): Warden Amell, Hero of Ferelden, Champion of Redcliffe, Dragon of Denerim (DA:O)

Race: Human

Class & Specialisation: Mage, Blood Mage & Shapeshifter

Allegiance: Kinloch Hold (Circle Tower) → Grey Wardens → N/A (officially, unofficially; Zevran)

Birthday: 13 Wintermarch, 9:10

Gender: Cisgender Man

Age (Progression): 20 (9:30) → 21 (9:31)

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 6’2” / 188cm

Weight: 147lbs

Background

Place of Birth: City of Kirkwall, Free Marches

Family/Important People:

Revka Amell - mother (disappeared)

Unnamed father

Three unnamed younger siblings (not met)

First Enchanter Irving - Kinloch Hold’s First Enchanter

Knight-Commander Greagoir - Kinloch Hold’s Templar leader

Jowan - “best friend” (one sided) (executed)

Languages: Trade, Antivan, Orlesian, Tevene (conversational, not fluent)

Religious Beliefs: Formerly Andrastian → Staunchly anti-Chantry & agnostic

Personality

General Overview: A thoroughly scornful magical prodigy who has a habit of burning bridges in order to feel warm. Finnian is cold, calculating and emotionally desolate on the surface save for a sneer and a judgemental stare–but beneath that and what becomes the unabashed practice of blood magic, there’s a repressed, painfully human core that clings to connection in the only way that he knows how: backhanded compliments and unspoken loyalty.

Core Traits: Venomous, aloof, prodigious, snide, brittle, coldly loyal, emotionally starved.

Strengths: Magical genius, emotionally impenetrable, resistant to temptation (in a scary way), fiercely intelligent, tactician-level sharp.

Flaws: Deeply repressed, narcissistic streak, emotionally stunted, isolated, dismissive, likely addicted to the feeling of power/control.

MBTI/Enneagram/Alignment: INTJ / 5w4 / Lawful Evil

Dialogue Tendencies: Harsh, condescending, often violent but in a logical, detached manner–whatever resolves the issue at hand fastest.

DA2

Basic Info

Full Name: Cailan Malcolm Hawke

a.k.a (if applicable): N/A

Title: Champion of Kirkwall (DA:2)

Race: Human

Class & Specialisation: Mage, Force Mage & Blood Mage

Allegiance: Hawke Family → City of Kirkwall → Mage Rebellion (Anders)

Birthday: 19 August, 9:06

Gender: Cisgender Man

Age (Progression): 24 (9:30) → 25 (9:31) → 28 (9:34) → 31 (9:37)

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 6’0” / 183cm

Weight: 278lbs

Background

Place of Birth: The Arling of Amaranthine (unnamed village)

Family/Important People:

Malcolm Hawke - father (deceased)

Leandra Hawke (Amell) - mother (murdered)

Gamlen Amell - uncle

Charade Amell - cousin

Carver Hawke - younger brother

Bethany Hawke - younger sister (deceased, prologue)

Languages: Trade

Religious Beliefs: Andrastian-skeptical

Personality

General Overview: A passionate, bleeding-heart mage who hides his constant state of emotional freefall behind sarcasm, bravado, and increasingly questionable decisions. Cailan is lovable and magnetic, but has a dangerous tendency to tether the entirety of his sense of self to others—particularly those he feels he owes something to. He loves so hard and so completely that it scorches him. By the time Kirkwall burns, he's already long gone.

Core Traits: Emotional, reckless, loyal-to-a-fault, sarcastic, obsessive almost to the point of suffocation, passionate, impulsive, deeply volatile.

Strengths: Charismatic, emotionally intuitive, adaptable, bold in crisis, loving, charmingly persuasive.

Flaws: Codependent, incredibly unstable sense of self, impulsively self-destructive, dangerously obsessive, easily manipulated by those he holds close, prone to guilt spirals.

MBTI/Enneagram/Alignment: ESFP / 4w3 (w/ 6w5 tendencies under stress) / Chaotic Good → Chaotic Evil

Dialogue Tendencies: Witty and sarcastic as default, often masking emotional intensity or fear. When serious, his words overflow with raw feeling and sincerity; when unraveling, becomes erratic, explosive, and heartbreaking in how much he feels. Loves pet names and favors mock-formal endearments.

DA:I

Basic Info

Full Name: Cecil Trevelyan

a.k.a (if applicable): N/A

Title(s): Inquisitor, Herald of Andraste, ‘Your Worship’ (DA:I)

Race: Human

Class & Specialisation: Mage, Rift Mage

Allegiance: House Trevelyan → Ostwick Circle of Magi → The Inquisition

Birthday: 7 Kingsway, 9:11

Gender: Transgender Man

Age (Progression): 28 (9:41) → 32 (9:44)

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’8” / 173cm

Weight: 167lbs

Background

Place of Birth: Ostwick, Free Marches

Family/Important People:

Bann Godwin Trevelyan - father

Lady Clarisse Trevelyan - mother

Knight-Captain Aldred Trevelyan - eldest brother

Knight-Templar Beatrice Trevelyan - eldest sister

Lady Madeliana Trevelyan - older sister

Brother Justan Trevelyan - older brother

Lady Lucille Trevelyan - great-aunt

Languages: Trade, Orlesian, Antivan

Religious Beliefs: Formerly Andrastian → Maker-haunted

Personality

General Overview: A hollowed-out survivor of faith turned into violence, Cecil is a man broken open and rebuilt by his own hand. He walks the world with a spine made of spite and a deep, aching need to be told he’s not utterly irredeemable. His past doesn’t make him quiet—it makes him loud, radical, and sharp-tongued. He’s so used to being sharp-edged and cruel that when offered safety, he doesn’t know where to lay it down.

Core Traits: Radical, caustic, defensive, perceptive, yearning, righteous, bitterly compassionate.

Strengths: Deep moral clarity (especially when uncomfortable), tenacious, protective of the vulnerable, emotionally intelligent, brave, resilient.

Flaws: Intimacy-averse, deeply distrusting, burdened by bone-deep religious trauma, angry in ways that sabotage closeness, hypervigilant, still haunted by grooming and coercion.

MBTI/Enneagram/Alignment: INFJ / 6w5 (with heavy 1w9 influence) / Chaotic Neutral → Chaotic Good

Dialogue Tendencies: Blunt and brutal when pushed, tends to speak with righteous venom when discussing the Chantry, Templars, or systems of control. Quiet, emotionally loaded sincerity when caught off-guard. Often sounds like he's trying not to need things when asking for them. Irony and sarcasm are biting and mostly mask pain.

DA:TV

Basic Info

Full Name: Adris Ingellvar

a.k.a (if applicable): Rook

Title: Leader of the Veilguard, Champion of the Fade (DA:TV)

Race: Elf (City)

Class & Specialisation: Mage (Stave), Death Caller

Allegiance: The Mourn Watch → The Veilguard

Birthday: 30 Firstfall, 9:22

Gender: Transgender Male (technically agender? gender-apathetic?)

Age (Progression): 30 (9:52)

Pronouns: he/it

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’3” / 161cm

Weight: 130lbs

Background

Place of Birth: The Grand Necropolis, Nevarra

Family/Important People:

Garrus Ingellvar - adoptive father

Vigil - spirit of Perseverance

Languages: Trade, Tevene (academic-only)

Religious Beliefs: Fade-mystic & Spiritualistic

Personality

General Overview: Adris is an eerie, undead-adjacent elf with too much joy for someone born posthumously in a tomb. His connection to the Fade and necromantic magic gives him an ethereal wisdom, but he uses it like a child plays with glitter—loud, messy, and full of chaotic energy. Beneath the dramatic exterior, there’s a strange kind of resilience, kept afloat by the quiet, unyielding presence of Vigil via symbiosis. He’s never quite felt alive, so he throws himself into living as hard as he can.

Core Traits: Dramatic, cryptic, whimsical, otherworldly, resilient, affectionate (in deeply bizarre ways), cheerfully macabre.

Strengths: Fade-attuned, deeply spiritual, emotionally flexible, compassionate toward spirits and people alike, relentlessly curious, fiercely loyal.

Flaws: Disassociative, erratic, unknowingly unnerving, has a tenuous grasp on reality at times, lacks self-preservation instincts, has a tendency to turn everything into performance to keep himself tethered to existence.

MBTI/Enneagram/Alignment: ENFP / 7w6 (bordering on 4w5) / True Neutral → Chaotic Good

Dialogue Tendencies: Speaks in riddles, metaphors, and poetic flourishes. Loves dramatic monologues, unnecessarily grand vocabulary, and referring to the reanimated dead by pet names. Endearingly macabre. Occasionally forgets other people don’t have a spirit tethered to their soul and says very unsettling things that, quite frankly, nobody wants to hear spoken aloud.

'mages are dangerous and should be purged' can I have four more of those little bastards

[alinamghart]

Hero of Ferelden and Warden-Commander Desmond Amell, in all his glory.

[empresskadia]

I can’t stop thinking about Mistress Warden-Commnader Surana/Amell to King Alistair—it’s living rent-free in my brain! In my first playthrough of Dragon Age: Origins, I went with Warrior Cousland because, honestly, Noble Lady with an axe? Yes, please. But there’s just something about Mage Elf/Human Surana/Amell as Mistress to the King that scratches a very specific itch.

I mean, in that playthrough, I had Alistair marry Anora for the sake of stability and preventing civil unrest. But the idea of Surana/Amell staying on as his mistress and being the real power behind the throne? Absolutely perfect. Like, she’s just there, controlling everything, and everyone knows it. And the best part? She’s perfectly happy with that arrangement.

Picture this: Surana/Amell lounging in Alistair’s chambers, casually munching on chocolate-covered strawberries, when she makes some off-handed remark about a political matter—and of course, Alistair immediately goes through with it. No questions asked. She’s the one standing beside him at formal events, commanding respect and intrigue, with her full title trailing behind her like a reminder: Warden-Commander Surana/Amell, Hero of Ferelden, Mistress to the King.

And here’s the thing—Surana/Amell owns it. She’s content with her life because she gets to do her own thing: running the Grey Wardens, dabbling in magic, and occasionally poking at political affairs, all without anyone telling her what to do. It’s the ultimate freedom, and Alistair being head over heels for her is just the icing on the cake. When she’s away, he’s this sad puppy missing her terribly, but the moment she returns? Full golden retriever energy, tail-wagging (metaphorically, of course), and a grand ball thrown in her honor.

But here’s where it gets fun: Even Anora eventually warms up to Surana/Amell. They have this mutual respect, maybe even a friendship, built on tea-drinking sessions and political discussions. And when Anora needs Alistair to do something he’s dragging his feet about? She knows exactly where to go: Surana/Amell. Because, let’s face it, if anyone can convince Alistair to get his act together, it’s her.

That said, Anora can absolutely be a total bitch to Surana/Amell sometimes, and that adds some delicious drama to the dynamic. Surana/Amell, of course, doesn’t even flinch. She’s just sitting there like, “I’m a badass Warden, a mage who survived the Circle, and the king will never love you as much as he adores me. Try me.” And honestly, Anora’s frustration over this makes for some amazing tension. But deep down? Anora knows exactly how important Surana is to keeping Ferelden (and Alistair) running smoothly, so it’s this fascinating love-hate dynamic.

And then there’s Alistair. Once he figures out his lineage and starts to feel secure in his role, you know he’d push for a child with Surana/Amell to take the throne someday. The nobles would be losing their minds, but Alistair? He’d be 100% on board. It doesn’t help that, much to everyone’s dismay, he doesn't bother to visit the queen’s chambers. His heart—and let’s be honest, his brain—are entirely with Surana/Amell.

And then the drama really kicks off when Alistair decides to make it official. Imagine the court’s reaction when he publicly declares Surana’s/Amell's title: Official Mistress to the King. He does it at a grand event, all smiles and with a glowing introduction that only makes his adoration more obvious. The hall is dead silent for a beat before whispers ripple through the nobles like wildfire. Scandalized gasps, angry mutterings, and the occasional choking on wine—everyone has something to say about it.

For her part, Surana/Amell is unfazed. She just stands there, calm as ever, with a slight smirk as if daring anyone to challenge her. Alistair? Completely oblivious to the outrage on purpose. He’s too busy grinning at her like a lovesick puppy. Meanwhile, Anora looks like she’s trying to decide whether to laugh or scream, all while calculating how to manage the fallout.

The fallout is immediate, of course. Nobles protest, claiming it’s an affront to Ferelden’s traditions. Anora is bombarded with demands to “rein in her husband,” which she pointedly ignores because she knows better. The court is a hotbed of gossip and outrage, but none of it matters—because Alistair made it official, and Surana isn’t going anywhere.

Honestly, I love the whole dynamic. The Mage Elf/Human who broke free of the Circle, became the Hero of Ferelden, and now wields her influence not from a throne, but from the shadows, with wit, charm, and undeniable power. It’s deliciously unconventional and exactly the kind of chaotic energy Ferelden deserves. And half the court hates her for it.

Random written scene

The grand hall of the Arl’s estate was alive with the hum of conversation and the glitter of finely wrought jewels and polished armor. Nobles dipped their heads in deference as King Alistair Theirin entered, his golden hair catching the light like a crown all its own. The room seemed to hold its breath as he walked, his presence commanding every gaze, yet his eyes sought only one person.

Warden-Commander Surana/Amell stood near the far end of the room, a glass of wine in her hand and a bemused smile playing on her lips. Draped in a sleek, deep blue gown that complimented her features, she was impossible to miss. Beside her, a cluster of courtiers whispered in hushed tones, eyes darting between her and the approaching king.

As Alistair reached the center of the hall, the crowd dropped to one knee, bowing in respect. A wave of silks, velvets, and armor sank around him like a sea parting before its king. Surana/Amell arched an eyebrow, her smile deepening as she casually tilted her wine glass. She waited a beat longer than necessary before setting it down on a nearby table, preparing to follow suit.

But as she began to lower herself, Alistair was there, closing the distance in a few quick strides.

“No, you don’t,” he said firmly, his voice carrying just enough to stop her—and a few others—mid-motion.

Surana/Amell froze, her eyes narrowing in playful defiance. “Oh? Since when do I not bow to the King of Ferelden?” Her tone was light, teasing, but the room had gone unnervingly silent, every pair of eyes now fixed on them.

Alistair gave her one of his trademark grins, saved only for her, the boyish one that softened the edges of his crown. The one she loved the most. “Since the king decided that his lover doesn’t bow to him. Ever.” His voice was warm, but there was no mistaking the command in it.

The tension in the room thickened as nobles exchanged scandalized looks, some outright gaping at the open acknowledgment.

Surana/Amell tilted her head, considering him for a moment as if juggling her options. Then, with a small chuckle, she straightened back to her full height—or as full as her diminutive elven frame allowed. She crossed her arms and gave him a mock-glare. “You know, Alistair, you make it very hard to be properly deferential in public.”

“Good,” he replied, stepping closer until only a breath of space remained between them. His grin softened into something more tender as he added, “Because I’d rather everyone here remember you’re just as equal as me, not someone who bends the knee.”

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd, but neither of them paid it any mind. Surana let out a soft sigh, shaking her head, but the smile that curved her lips was unmistakable. “You really do enjoy stirring the pot, don’t you?”

“Only if it means reminding everyone how lucky I am,” he murmured, so quietly only she could hear.

With that, he extended his hand to her, palm up, an unspoken invitation. Surana/Amell hesitated for half a heartbeat before placing her hand in his. Together, they turned to face the room, and Alistair’s voice rang out loud and clear: “Rise, all of you. This is a celebration, not a coronation.”

The nobles stood, though many looked unsure, their gazes flickering between the king and the Warden-Commander at his side. This was the most public the king had ever gotten with his mistress. But Alistair paid them no mind, guiding Surana/Amell toward the head table with an easy confidence that dared anyone to challenge him.

And as they ascended the dais, it was clear to everyone: Warden-Commander Surana/Amell might not have a crown, but in the eyes of their king, she was already his queen.

[vigilskept]

paragon ylva, warden commander of ferelden

(warden deserter) diya surana

(warden deserter) qadir amell

champion of kirkwall, dane hawke

lady kseniya aeducan, viscountess of kirkwall

tagged by @dragonologist-phd for oc vibes (go to pinterest, search "your oc's name + core", post six pictures. then tag six people) except again you get 3 pics each for my ocs bc i had fun last time!

this time around you get some ocs from the worldstate where the narrative refuses to offer you a new purpose after your life falls apart. possibly there might be a part 2 with the trevelyans & rooks later :)

tagging: @vigilskeep @v-arbellanaris @durgewyll @lyrium-ring @thewardenisonthecase @sha-brytols