#alistair x trevelyan

[rookinthecrownest]

🖊️ + the first oc you created!

Oohh this one's a tough one - I've made so many OC's for so many fandoms so I'll settle for the first real OC I made for Dragon age, and that's probably Iris Trevelyan actually.

Like yes I played DAO and DA2 but I feel like I didn't really start making up intricate headcanons/ideas for fics until I played DA:I.

Iris in my first DA:I playthrough actually romanced Cullen. And I could not tell you how it started, but eventually down the line, I thought back to how much I loved Alistair in DA:O and how excited I was to see him back in DA:I. Then my brain was like 'okay now make them kiss'. Why Iris specifically and not another Inky? Couldn't tell you.

Iris's story is cool to me bc I wanted her to be this really serious researcher/academic. Actually, she was SUCH an academic, I headcanon she was one of the pioneers of early neurology in Thedas. She essentially pioneered research neurosurgery in order to map out the functions of different nerves in the body. The way she did this was she used a metallic probe to conduct little currents of lightning magic to stimulate different parts of animal/human brains, to map out the peripheral nervous system (okay, if I stimulate this part of the brain, the right leg twitches, etc.). She also used the same technique to ablate certain parts of the brain to see what deficits would result if you destroyed certain regions of the brain - localizing where speech, and understanding language, memory, personality, vision, coordination, etc. are stored. She's published several manuscripts on these subjects. Iris had to fight to be able to do said research and spent a lot of time under Templar guard when she was doing her experiments, especially since they usually required live subjects.

And as I was making her I was thinking like, how interesting would it be to see this hyper-focused academic taken out of her little bubble, put up on a religious pedestal, learn to play the game (courtesy of her bffl Vivienne), learn to navigate politics and things on a grander scale than her little laboratory in the Circle tower, achieve all these great feats, and then ... what happens next. When Corypheus is defeated and all is said and done, does she go back to being a mage-scientist? Can she even go back to doing that?

And thus I started thinking about her and Alistair together. And the political turmoil in Thedas post-Corypheus and how to navigate that with an Inquisitor who is so forever changed by what happened. She felt like she had to keep everyone at an arm's length during DA:I in this fic-idea, so she doesn't even end up romancing Cullen (though I imagine he might have pined after her for a bit ... lel).

The angst of pairing her with an Alistair who's Warden love broke up with him before the final battle and then DIED. Too good. When I have time I definitely need to actually write this fic because it's like...haunting me lmao.

I think I love Iris because she definitely has a bit more of a vindictiveness to her than my other OC's. She harbours a lot of resentment towards her ultra-Andrastian family for basically disowning her - going so far as to blame her mage gifts for ruining her younger sister's future marriage prospects, to using her name for clout in social circles once she becomes the Herald. She does NOT take well to that and refuses many of their attempts to reconcile. Girlie can hold a grudge. It gets even worse when they catch wind she might be marrying into royalty and they're trying to get her to find favourable matches for her sisters.

And now I'm thinking of the insanity of potentially throwing Sebastian Vael, Prince of Starkhaven into the mix (among Alistair and Gaspard). Oh man. Someone stop me ;-;

Other things about Iris:

She's TALL! 6ft 1., lanky/athletic build (from training as a Knight Enchanter with Viv), and prefers storm magic when she's not in the thick of the fight.

I'm still debating if I want to keep her hair black. Previously, I wanted both of her eyes to be a bright Fade-green, but I think I'm actually going to change that. Her left eye, the same side as the mark (i think) is like a bright fade-green, her right is grey. She's ... intimidating to say the least. Iris has a fairly commanding presence. I think she's sweet at heart but a lot of that has been lost given the life she's lead.

Maybe a certain King of Ferelden can soften her back up again!

Tysm for the ask <3

[polaeart]

My DA kiddos (not a realistic representation, Kieran and Loshe are 14 years apart)

[javsarts]

Bruh I loved the fanart you drew of your Durge and Shadowheart and now I just binged your whole fic I just had to let you know that I love your durge so much and can’t wait for the rest of his story ❤️❤️❤️

I literally had to pause for a bit when I saw you sent an ask to me because I was so surprised 😭 I’ve been following you since like, before I even started posting fanart stuff! I literally ate all your Dragon Age art for the entirety of my senior year in high school 😭😂😂

Thank you so much!! I’m so happy you love my Durge and the fic! This made my day so much ❤️

[inquisitor-julia]

Did some of those cute kiss picrews that have been going around!

Ft. my cousland and alistair, hawke and anders, trevelyan and cullen, solas and lavellan, astarion and tav, and my dnd girl and her LI <3

[persephoneggsy]

animal crossing but it's my dragon age babies and their boyfriends

personality types/animals for the curious:

Fiora Cousland: Sisterly cat

Alistair: Lazy dog

Marian Hawke: Snooty squirrel

Sebastian: Smug deer

Hildegarde Trevelyan: Normal rabbit

Cullen: Cranky lion

[crazyfanoffandom]

To anyone who played/has played dragon age for a while: have any of the romances you initially picked suddenly become unappealing?

Unfortunately I find myself in that boat on several cases. In fact, I’d say all of the romances I initially picked are just 🤦🏼‍♀️

While I won’t unlink any of my characters from them (I don’t really play games anymore, and I’ve changed quite a bit in the last few years. Goodness, I don’t even participate in fandoms for the most part) I still find myself hand palming at several of them. Most for reasons I don’t know.

I initially picked the following across all games: Alistair, Ferris, and Cullen (follower oc). Solas I picked for my inquisitor is kinda still in tact…but I also get annoyed at all his fade talk in inquisition. I find him unappealing for that reason.

[videogame-ocs]

Dragon Age characters IRL#1: protagonists and love interests:

So I recently (like last year) discovered Artbreeder and so decided I’d make a series of some of the dragon age characters as I’d imagine them to look, in real life.

Amelia Cousland* & Alistair Theirin:

*Normally, Amelia’s hair would be up in a braided bun but I couldn’t get the bun to work on her portrait so, enjoy Amelia without her hair down.

Freya Hawke & Anders:

Anya Trevelyan & Cullen Rutherford:

[selky]

My Dragon Age Couples

Alistair Theirin x Selky Cousland

a young, playful couple who coped with shouldering the fate of the world by carving out time to have many sweet, silly, and tender moments together

when I think of my Cousland, I'm reminded of a song lyric: "a little innocent, a little naughty" as she lived a sheltered noble life, but found she loved getting her hands dirty--and couldn't keep them off Alistair either

she also gets jealous easily even though she has nothing to worry about since King Alistair is madly in love with his rough-and-tumble, ball-and-chain queen

the legendary, fairytale union between the witty, handsome King Alistair and the pretty, doe-eyed Hero of Ferelden are often gossiped about throughout Thedas

Fenris x Liora Hawke

a serious couple who went through a lot of highs and lows and have many differences, but will always be there for each other

my Hawke is sarcastic and as charming as a politician, but shows her tender side only to those closest to her

she's rather vain about her appearance and her warrior fighting style left her with many facial scars over the years which causes her much dismay

Fenris easily picks up on her self-consciousness and reminds her that she is still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen

Cullen Rutherford x Tauni Trevelyan

a caring, passionate couple who share guilt over finding such a beautiful romance with each other due to the weight of responsibilities and burdens they bear

my Trevelyan is very kind and faithful, which many might consider weak or naive, but it's because of her strength that she can walk a path of compassion

she always gives more than she takes so her tenderness cracked the heart of her beloved commander, allowing him to finally recover from his lyrium addiction

With her a mage and Cullen a former templar, Tauni always ruminated over what he thought about her and she struggled to overcome her reservations despite her deep attraction to him

Cullen's awkwardness empowered Tauni to open up and relax since she found teasing him to be very amusing

[theluckywizard]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you’d like). Spread the self-love ♥️

Ohhh thank you for asking! 🥰

In no particular order (I love all my children):

Kiss Me Moonstruck

Explicit | Hawke x Trevelyan | WC 50k+ (WIP) | Dragon Age 2 | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water

This Satinalia romantic comedy is set during Dragon Age 2, Act 2. Old friends Leandra Hawke and Alsatia Trevelyan have conspired to fix up their incorrigible children Garrett and Rose. 100% inspired by the madcap romantic comedies of my youth in the 90s and writers like Stella Gibbons and P.G. Wodehouse smashed up with a little Georgette Heyer and Jane Austen, this fic is perhaps most representative of my life's work as a writer 😂 Shamelessly romantic, funny, a little bit ridiculous and underpinned by the madness and angst that is Dragon Age 2/ Kirkwall. I'm really super proud of this one.

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Thirst

Mature, WC 6450, Angst and Whump | Cullen POV

This is a big brained companion fic to my DA:I long fic In the Shattering of Things in Cullen's POV (though it pretty much stands on its own). He's on the outs with his love interest Rose Trevelyan, he's struggling to feel like he belongs in the position of Commander and there are a bunch of extra delicious flashbacks to Dragon Age 2 featuring Samson and Meredith. Dragon Age 2 Cullen has always fascinated me because you really only get to see his growth if you make certain choices and pay close attention. This fic is my exploration of his growth, particularly his relationship to The Order as the situation in Kirkwall deteriorates and how that relates to his current predicament in Inquisition. I am also extremely proud of this fic! (I will note that it is *not* a deep exploration of his relationship to mages, so please don't go in expecting that).

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

Mature, WC 7,380, Angst & Action, Multiple POV

Yet another companion fic to my DA:I long fic In the Shattering of Things but I think it would be an interesting read without the greater context. The premise is that Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan has disappeared in the midst of the Peace Talks Gala at the Winter Palace and follows the POVs of Cullen, Garrett Hawke, Josephine, Vivienne and Orlesian Bard Fidencio Frye (my friend @monocytogenes's OC) as they learn she's missing and try to find her. This is a very non-canonical take on WEWH. It was an incredible challenge to write and i think I did a bang up job capturing the tension and stakes.

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The Boy Who Talked too Much

Explicit, WC 2373, Fluff Smut, Alistair POV

This is one of my older fics, born of a writing prompt for Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle. Mostly I was having a wonderful time getting into Alistair's head as he experiences a bit of a sexual awakening with a bold, but also inexperienced Elissa Cousland. In addition to feeling that I captured Alistair really well, I also think I nailed the kind of fumbly, youthful awkwardness that is mutual first times. It's a bit smutty but it's also just really sweet and funny.

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In the Shattering of Things,

Explicit | Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Trevelyan | WC: 450K + (WIP) | DA:I | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World

I would be remiss if I did not recommend my Inquisition long fic (which I'm still working on-- currently approaching Here Lies the Abyss). It's also a little bit complicated because my writing talent has come *a long way* since I began the fic in January '23. It basically begs the question: what if the Inquisitor is in over her head and what's it like trying to navigate falling in (and out of) love when the world is falling apart. It's got it all: romance, humor, heartbreak, ridiculously high stakes, a delicious but grown-up love triangle and a protagonist you can root for that is imperfect but doing her bloody best. When it's all done, this fic will probably be my greatest achievement and I will lie on the floor crying.

[falcatas]

I realised all my DA OC's love lives suck.

The warden Brosca: being bumped by the king of Ferelden for being a dwarf.

Hawke: being persecuted for having a terrorist husband.

The Inquisitor Trevelyan: FOREVER ALONE.

Rook: his tiny little girlfriend was murdered by an upset ancient goddess.

WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!

[scarfacemarston]

Dragon Age Pride Requests!

Headcanons only! My specialties are character x reader mainly because I've never received requests for ships and I'm not experienced in it! If you don't see a character, I can still likely write it. I write MLM, Gender Neutral, WLW, Non Binary, Ace and Trans. I tend to have more experience with WLW. Reblogs appreciated! SFW preferred. Just a few examples of x Hawke/Warden/Inquisitor ships.:

Hawke x Fenris Hawke x Isabela Hawke x Merill Dorian Pavus x Inquisitor Cullen Rutherford x Inquisitor Cassandra x Inquisitor Leliana x Warden Alistair x Warden (Less experience with Zevran or Morrigan, but willing!)

[rookinthecrownest]

🖊 + your trevelyan from the alistair/trevelyan fic

HELLO THANKS FOR THE ASK

ok ok so Gaspard is emperor right and he wants the Inquisitor to marry him

he hosts a ball in Orlais to 'woo' her to his side.

they've danced together on the dance floor, and she's not having any of it. unfortunately becoming the herald of andraste has given Iris a bit of an ego. A bit of an 'im better than you' kind of attitude towards Gaspard. a bit of a 'you owe me everything you have yet i owe you nothing for what i have'.

**and this would be later on in the fic for sure

but I have this idea of Alistair having travelled to the ball in secret, and finds her in her villa afterwards.

and she chastises him for doing something SO stupid as riding, alone, into enemy territory, as the frikin King of Ferelden and he doesnt have a good answer except that he secretly just wanted to dance with her/see her in a dress.

they dance on the balcony. then share wine, and some orlesian cheese.

maybe he leaves....maybe he doesn't.... decisions decisions...

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another thought i have was a statue of the HoF stands tall in the Denerim castle courtyard.

Serafina Amell, who fell in battle fighting the Archdemon - well, her soul never really moved on and she lingers in the Fade. She watches over Alistairs dreams to make sure the Calling doesn't hurt him so much.

One day, she finds Iris/the inquisitor in the Fade because she shines so bright and asks her to look after him and when Iris accepts (eventually), the next day, she sees Roses grown over the statue of th hero :)

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[anim3-g33k25]

Dragon Age Masterlist

I haven't seen anyone post anything about Dragon Age for a while, so here we are! I do the first game, second and third. If you are interested in requesting, please dm me or use the 'Ask Me Anything' button.

I accept requests for smut, angst, fluff, etc.

STORIES

Forbidden | Cullen RutherFord x fem! reader

This story will have smut, angst, and fluff, along with all that good shit. This was on my Wattpad but it didn't get a lot of reads so I am going to be posting it here. I hope that you will enjoy it!

ONESHOTS

Nothing yet

HEADCANNONS

Nothing yet

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday Niri! You've got your rarepairs up so uh what if Thalia/Alistair "L’esprit d’escalier (French) Literally ‘the spirit of the stairs’ this is when you think of the perfect come back or retort after the conversation has happened."

oKAY i wrote this very late last week for the 500 word smut challenge but then fell asleep before I could post it. So.

Imagine they've had a FEW additional meetings before Thalia decided to bang him, idk if she'd truly be THAT forward otherwise. 😅 But whatever this is a rarepair AU right 👀

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 499

Rating: E for 🌶

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“And that’s why you wanted to — wanted to meet again? Because you’d — ah — thought of the perfect comeback?”

“Mmhmm. That never happens to you? The conversation’s long over, and it just… pops in your head?”

“Oh, all the bloody time. I just didn’t realize it would lead to… this.” Alistair let out a breathy chuckle. 

“Well, you were very intimidating in person the first time. Your Majesty,” Thalia added primly. 

“Ugh, please, don’t call me that, not— here. And I—” He grunted, then let out a breathy pant. “Maker, slow down, will you? I’m in no rush.” 

“Sorry.” Thalia slowed the rhythm of her hips, and they both let out a sigh of pleasure. “It’s just, it’s not everyday one has a private audience with the king.” 

“No king. Not right now.” Alistair leaned forward and kissed her. He was sweet, that was true, with his puppy dog eyes and soft touches. His fingers trailed from her face to her bare breasts, swaying with each thrust, to the curve of her buttocks as she straddled his lap. This had started because he remarked he didn’t think it was possible to make love in such a narrow, uncomfortable chair, and that’s why it was the one given to him for official crown business. Thalia was in the midst of proving him wrong. 

They slowed to a languid pace, and both moaned. The throbs of pleasure coming from Thalia’s core made it harder to concentrate on the shrewd banter they’d been keeping up all day. “Ah, that’s better. Mm, much better,” Alistair breathed, tangling fingers in her hair, which she had let down for the occasion and draped them both like a blanket.

“And you’re sure your wife won’t mind?” Thalia asked, though at the moment she hardly cared. 

“Psh, Anora? Marriage of convenience only. She’s been encouraging me to do this for— erg — years.” He grinned as he jerked his hips against hers, making her cry out in ecstasy. “First time I’ve tried it, though.” 

“I am… happy to oblige.” Thalia was breathing hard. It wouldn’t be long now, though they were doing as much as they could to prolong it. She ran her fingers along his chest, bent down low so he could get a different angle. “And the treaties — between the Ferelden crown and the Inquisition? They’ll get signed?”

“Oh, of course they’ll get signed. Please don’t think this is meant to be — payment—”

“Of course not,” Thalia said quickly, relieved. “This is just a — friendly — bonus. I’m sure.”

“Little more than friendly,” he said. “Oh, Maker, I’m close…”

She rode him harder, and soon they both climaxed in a flurry of moans. Thalia yanked his hair as she came, grinding down hard against his erection. He stroked hard, twice, and then went soft as she collapsed against him. 

Alistair kissed her sweaty forehead and held her close. She felt safe in his arms, like a child. 

“I guess that’s one way to do diplomacy,” he said, chuckling. 

[starlessskies94]

Midnight Confessions (Alistair x Evie)

Notes: So for the longest time, I've loved the idea of my Mage Inquisitor being with Alistair either as a warden or as king because I feel they'd be perfect for each other. I think they have a lot in common and I've always wanted to write something for them. I have a ridiculous amount of unfinished fics about these two and this one was something quick and simple that I wrote in two days and so I'm going for it and posting it! I hope you like it and I hope that I got Alistair's character right and it's as sweet and soft as I intended for it to be. Enjoy!

Day had turned to night quicker than she’d realised. And now here she stood; dressed in the silk nightgown specially handmade for her by the finest tailors in Thedas. Sent as a gift. A wedding gift to be more precise. She stood before the marital bed beside her new husband. Both stand awkward, quiet and equally as nervous. 

They knew what was expected of them tonight. They’d known when they’d agreed to the marriage in the first place. They’d known when they first met. They’d known when they’d sat getting to know the other over glasses of wine and bottles of Ferelden beer. And they’d known when they’d stood at the alter and been pronounced man and wife. The Inquisitor marrying the King of Ferelden had been the talk of Thedas for months and now it had become a reality, as said man and wife stood beside each other on their wedding night; they were terrified. 

Evie fidgeted, picking at her fingernails and pinched at the silk that covered her body; embarrassingly leaving very little to the imagination. Which in turn made her extremely self-conscious. Alistair tried and failed multiple times to swallow the lump that was sitting in his throat and the churning of his stomach as the nerves gripped him with their suffocating clutch. The room was thickly silent save for the clearing of throats and the shuffling of feet as each waited for the other to make a move closer towards their marital bed. Neither did. 

She had refrained from telling anyone her most closely kept secret. That she; Evelyn Trevelyan, a powerful mage, Herald of Andraste, slayer of Corypheus and fearless leader of the Inquisition; was a virgin. She was already embarrassed about the fact that she had made it to the age of twenty-eight and had still yet to invite anyone into her bed. She hadn’t wanted anyone to know. It hadn’t seemed that big of a deal. But now as she stood before her husband; it suddenly became all too real that still no one knew the truth. She had to say something. 

Taking a deep and shaken breath she turned towards Alistair and sighed. 

“Alistair…” she whispered into the silence and all at once the spell was broken and all sounds seemed to come to life. The wind softly breezed through the drawn curtains of the balcony beyond. The crackling of the flames in the lit fireplace. And Alistair’s laboured breathing. It seemed to echo now as he turned to glance at her with that terrified look on his face. 

“Yes?” He asked nervously. She took a second and turned away from his gaze. She didn’t think she could look him in the eye as she made her confession. 

“I’m aware of what is expected of us tonight. I’m not a fool and I know you aren’t either. But you see I…uh…I don’t think I’m ready for this…” She paused and took the risk of peeking towards her new husband. And instead of finding annoyance or anger, she saw only worry and concern. “The truth is I’ve never done anything like this before; with anyone.” 

Evie didn’t know what she was expecting to happen after she told him the truth but Alistair letting out a breathless laugh of relief and flopping down on the bed with his hands covering his face was certainly not it. “Oh thank the maker!” He laughed. His whole face losing every inch of tension and worry as his features became softened and light. “I’m so glad you said that Evie.” She was confused. Moving to take a seat on the bed beside him. He sat up and smiled sweetly; taking her hand in his. “You are?” She asked. He laughed again; running his other hand through his hair. “I was so scared to tell you; well more embarrassed I would say. I mean get to thirty-one and have zero experience. Not that I haven’t had offers mind you. I have but they were… not like you.” He was babbling he knew he was and yet he still couldn’t stop himself from talking. 

“I was worried what you’d think and that it would put you off or make me seem like I wasn’t worthy of being your husband.” Stop talking he thought to himself, you’ll scare the poor woman away . “What I’m trying to say Evie is…I haven’t done this before either.” She smiled and the same relieved look she’d seen upon her husband's face was now worn upon hers. “Really?” She asked in surprise. Scooting closer towards him as she moved to sit with her legs crossed. Her hand never left his as she squeezed it gently. 

“See the thing is, I was sent to the Chantry when I was ten; so I’ve always been raised not to treat this kind of thing lightly. I’ve always been waiting for the right person. And then I got recruited into the Grey Wardens and we were fighting against the blight so there wasn’t much time for romance.” He explained. “Not to mention the whole time I had to put up with Cousland making kissy faces and heart eyes at Morrigan; I spent most of my time trying not to vomit.” He laughed and Evie giggled at the cheeky smirk he gave her. 

“You know that’s so strange you say that. Because I pretty much had the same experience.” She said. Alistair gave a tilt of his head and it made him all the more endearing than he already was to her. Along with that lopsided grin; it made her heart flutter. “I was sent to the Circle of Magi when I was eight. And didn’t leave until the mage rebellion happened. I spent most of those years on the run, when they did track me down, it was only because of my noble upbringing that the Grand Enchanter chose to send me to the Conclave. And well… you know everything that happened after that.” She sighed and turned away but Alistair took ahold of her other hand and gently pulled her towards him as he gave her an understanding smile. 

“During that year of trying to defeat Corypheus and fighting against his demons and agents, I was so focused on everything I guess…” 

“There wasn’t much time for romance?” He offered sweetly as he leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She blushed and he definitely noticed. “I suppose we should be thanking Leliana; it seems she knew we’d be perfect together. Having as much in common as we do.” She smiled. Alistair nodded and hummed in agreement. Their eyes met again and all the tension that was once in the room melted away—leaving only calm and comfort in its wake: gentle smiles and soft touches. Neither hesitated as Evie untangled her legs and threw herself at Alistair; his arms wrapped around her waist and held her close as their lips met in a kiss. It wasn’t anything like the chaste kiss they’d shared at their wedding, full of nerves, uncertainty, and hesitation. This was heated and passionate and warm. They broke apart to come up for air panting a little; they both beamed at the other with blushing smiles. Evie’s eyes fluttered closed as Alistair leaned forward to kiss her forehead and then her nose. 

He took hold of her hands again; bringing them to his lips; kissing her knuckles and the back of her palms. To say she was swooning was an understatement. “Evie I want to do things right.” He declared softly. “I don’t want to rush things between us; I mean I suppose we have skipped a step considering we’re already married..” 

Evie giggled at that. He did have a point. 

“But I still want to court you properly. I want to take you to dinner and buy you flowers and chocolates. And go out riding together in the woods; Oh! We could take a picnic and make a whole afternoon out of it!” He gasped excitedly. “I could take you dancing; you know if you don’t mind me stepping on your toes again. I am getting better…kind of. Actually, never mind, I’ll work the dancing.” He promised. 

He continued listing all the things he wanted to do with her. From visiting the Denerim market and the tavern to try more ales together and treat her to a proper Ferelden stew , to reading in the royal gardens. He wanted to sneak her love notes during their council meetings and bask in the sunlight as they catnapped out on the balcony of their bedroom. Evie was so caught up in all the romance of it; she wondered what she’d been so afraid of. She interrupted him with a kiss; sitting back and cupping his face in her hands, that lopsided grin gracing his handsome features once again as he gazed at her. 

“That sounds wonderful.” She smiled. “And I can’t think of a better way to start all that than by kissing my new husband goodnight and falling asleep cuddled up in his arms tonight.” 

“Whatever my queen desires.” He purred, pulling her close for another kiss pressed against her forehead. And as Evie laid herself beside him; both shuffling under the covers and snuggling closer together, she could hear his heartbeat as she rested on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her middle, his chin resting on the top of her head. It felt as natural as breathing the way they fit together. Like she’d always been meant to be here. It didn’t take long for the King and Queen to drift off to sleep and as Evie let herself be carried off into the fade of dreams and magic. She knew that falling in love with Alistair would be the easiest thing she would ever do.