King AlistairIt was good to be King. Alistair had everything a man could ask for, servants to cater to his every need and a loving family. His sister and her children in particular were a constant source of joy. He had to mind himself carefully not to spoil his nieces and nephews rotten.
As of today he also had a wife. After years of resistance he had caved into his advisors demands and found himself a Queen. She was a few years younger than him, beautiful and kind. Alistair suspected that she even loved him and he was probably right. His time as King had forced him to become a good judge of character. Maybe one day he would be able to return those feelings, his wife deserved no less he thought, but for now being a good and faithful husband would have to do.
Leliana had attended the ceremony. She was the only one from that cataclysmic year of the blight that remained in his life. They were close but did not come together as often as their friendship would seem to warrant. Perhaps because every time they did it was painfully obvious that someone was missing. That
she was missing. She who hadn’t given him a choice. He had been injured from the battle and in no position to enforce his will this one time when it had been so fundamentally different from hers. Helplessly he had watched her kill the Archdemon after declaring her love in a moment whose impact defied description.
You will make a good King she had once said and he would spend his life proving her right. Today he had given his people a reason to celebrate and he himself was not one to sit out. Nobody needs a grumpy King he assured himself as he reveled in the idea of feasting on the various delights he had picked out for tonight’s feast, cheese mostly.
It was good to be King. But it could have been so much better.
Modifié par Eber, 09 janvier 2011 - 05:06 .