"In a perfect world, we never would have met." ...Or would they?
Unlike with the other stories, these two weren't actually together in canon, either, but they were friends.
The door opened.
“Where are you going?” King Cailan asked curiously as he quietly slipped into the room.
Prince Alistair, dressed in splintmail armor, reluctantly pulled his foot back through the window. “Escaping.”
“Escaping,” Cailan repeated, sounding amused. “From what, exactly? The palace is hardly a prison.”
“There are certainly enough guards to staff one,” Alistair muttered.
“Oh, they’re just there to make sure everyone knows who we are and to carry out our orders,” Cailan said easily. “Well…and technically also to protect us but I’ve never found myself in much need of protecting and you can certainly take care of yourself. Still, it’s nice not to have to.”
“I will concede that they are important,” Alistair acknowledged. “But how am I supposed to see the real Denerim if they’re always following me around and making sure everyone knows that a ‘royal personage’ is coming?”
Cailan laughed. “The ‘real’ Denerim? And where, exactly, do you think we are now? The secret fake Denerim?”
“It might as well be for all that it compares with the rest of the city,” Alistair declared. “I want to meet the people and the guards, regardless of their intentions, get in the way. They won’t let me out by myself and so I’m escaping.”
Cailan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You know, as your king and elder brother, I feel like I really should put a stop to this reckless course of action.”
“But you won’t, right?” Alistair asked hopefully.
Cailan laughed again. “Oh, go have fun, Alistair. And flirt with an elven girl for me. Anora never lets me have any fun…”
Alistair thought about pointing out that since he was married, Cailan wasn’t supposed to be having that kind of ‘fun’ so Anora’s attitude on the matter was really quite reasonable but decided that it would just be a wasted effort. His brother had a happy talent for never seeming to notice anything that would inconvenience him. Instead, he nodded his thanks and took off for the tavern.
Ahria Noromin tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for her cousin to join her. Shianni had been increasingly busy since Valendrian had decided on Shianni as the future
hahren of the Alienage. They had all been rather…concerned about Shianni’s brash and outspoken nature but, though she would inevitably step on some toes, leading the Alienage would call for that at times. Her mother, who had been a bit of a rabble-rouser herself back in the day, had always insisted that Shianni would turn out fine and now it looked like she was right. Still, they had been planning to go out for drinks just the two of them for weeks and Shianni had better not have forgotten.
“I’m sorry I’m late!” Shianni cried out as she ran towards her cousin. “There was a discrepancy with the one of the accounts and-”
Ahria shrugged. “At least you’re here now.”
“There is that,” Shianni agreed. “Let’s hurry before Soris decides to tag along with us.”
“Why didn’t we invite him again?” Ahria asked as the pair began to make their way towards the tavern.
Shianni rolled her eyes. “Maker knows I love my brother, but whenever we go anywhere he keeps trying to set me up with people. He
claims it’s because he wants to share the joy of matrimony with me – especially when Valora’s around – but I think he just doesn’t want to have to help pay the dowry or risk losing me to Highever.”
“Well with your future all planned out, I think there’s very little risk of that happening,” Ahria decided. She had been secretly donating some money to Shianni’s dowry fund because, though she knew her cousin wouldn’t appreciate the ‘charity’, she didn’t want her to have to marry anyone that wasn’t worthy of her.
“I notice you didn’t invite Nelaros, either,” Shianni pointed out.
“True,” Ahria admitted. “But he’d be kind of a third wheel since the point is to catch up with you. Besides, it’s not as if I didn’t see him all day, anyway.”
“You really lucked out with him,” Shianni noted. “Being an elven merchant isn’t easy but since he smiths all your goods for you, you really don’t have to worry about finding a supplier.”
“Well, you know what I always say,” Ahria deadpanned. “If you’re going to be forced into an arranged marriage, it might as well be a good one.”
Alistair was standing at the bar when the redheaded elf walked up to him.
“Where’s the bartender?” she asked him.
Alistair gestured to the room behind the bar. “He actually runs this service for some of the shadier elements in Denerim. ‘Favors for certain interested parties’ and whatnot. He’s meeting with a nobleman right now to work out the details on one of these ‘favors.’” It wasn’t that Cailan didn’t know about this (Alistair had considered it his brotherly duty to tell him about it), it was just that he found it charmingly roguish and was content to let it be.
The elf’s eyes widened. “Is he really? You’d think he’d find somebody else to watch the bar.”
“I’m Alistair,” Alistair introduced, offering her a hand.
“Ahria,” Ahria told him, shaking his hand. “So what are you here for? Not to drink your sorrows away, surely? If nothing else, when you collapse drunk it would be much more comfortable if you weren’t in armor.”
Alistair laughed. “Oh, no. I just…needed to get away for awhile and I always love the atmosphere here. You?”
“My cousin and I are just here to have some fun,” Ahria replied. She paused. “And since I’m an elf, I feel it might be a good idea to add that by ‘fun’ we do not mean ‘threesome’ and neither of us is looking to go home with anybody.”
“Got it,” Alistair told her. “Although my brother
did ask me to flirt with someone for him…can I tell him this counts? It’ll save me the embarrassment of trying to find someone else to flirt with. You used the words ‘fun’ and ‘threesome’ and everything!”
Ahria smiled. “Oh, why not? While watching you try might be fun, I’m in too good of a mood to be that mean. Hey, do you have a table?”
Alistair shook his head. “Not yet. I was waiting for the bartender to come back and get a drink first so I would look less pathetic sitting there by myself.”
“Why don’t you come sit with me and my cousin?” Ahria suggested. “We could wait together.”
Alistair brightened. “You know, I think I’d like that.”
Modifié par Sarah1281, 29 novembre 2010 - 08:11 .