#and pretend the Inquisitor's quarters is actually somewhere in Minrathous >.>

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Dorianmance Week -::- Day 3 -::- Post-Trespasser

It was... unexpected, the first time he appeared on my balcony. Let me tell you, a number of alarming thoughts ran through my head at the sound of someone’s boots landing outside my quarters. Assassination. Kidnapping. Extortion. Perhaps all three, given my budding reputation among the other magisters. I was, after all, causing quite the stir. 

But the moment he walked through those doors... the moment he gave me that wondrous smile... 

I’d spent so much of my life knowing I was an outsider. It didn’t matter that I wore all the trappings of my birthright and bore the weight of my responsibilities until they nearly crushed me. I played the part of the perfect magister’s son until the lie began to claw away at a piece of who I was. The moment I realised... it terrified me. I think, perhaps, a part of me has been afraid ever since.

But stepping up to meet him at those open doors... the sight of that familiar blue scarf, that tousled silver hair..

... for the first time since returning to Tevinter, I wasn’t afraid. 

                                                                                                                         With him, I didn’t have to be.