Okay, so it's just fluff. But it worked in my head.
"A clear moonlit night"
They strolled together in comfortable silence through the massive encampment. It was so very strange to be surrounded by so many people after having a camp of just 6 other people, a golem and a mabari warhound. Ostensibly, they were doing an examination of the armies they had gathered (Lana had insisted on “they”, but Alistair knew it really should be “she”, but he didn’t want to fight about it), but in reality they were taking one last moment to simply be Alistair and Lana.
“So in the next days, everything should finally be over,” he said quietly.
Something in his tone caused her to look up at him in concern as she slid her arm into his. “Yes, if everything goes to plan.”
Both grimaced at the same time. In the past year nothing had gone as planned. Except perhaps the Landsmeet, which had gone all too well with their plans. Though one part she hadn’t planned and he did, caused Alistair’s wry good humor to appear and caused a small grin at the memory of being able to surprise his lady for once. She quirked up one pale brow curiously.
“Just remembering your expression when I asked you to marry me, my love. “
She laughed, a sound as bright and twinkling as the stars overhead, as silvery as her long unbound hair shining in the light of the brilliant moon overhead. The sapphire eyes held more than just good humor and Alistair was pleased to see none of the usual shadows haunted that clear gaze. Nearby Dalish hunters sitting at their campfires looked up at the sound and despite themselves, smiled at the human couple. “I can imagine”, she said dryly, “I never expected you ask me at that particular time and place.”
Alistair pulled his arm out from hers to wrap it around her shoulders as they continued on their way, hugging her tight to him, “You did expect me to ask you at some point, I hope.”
“Expect? No. Hoped for? Yes, very much so. Though truthfully I kept trying to think of a good time to ask you, but I always seemed to be pissing you off instead of putting you in a better mood.”
“What? You think after facing demons, abominations, insane dwarves, crazed elves and werewolves I’m going to face groups of even crazier nobles without you at my side? Perish the thought, Marlana.”
She laughed, “Oh, well, when you put it that way, my heart… What woman could possibly resist?”
A smirk toyed at his lips, “None, but there was only one that I had in mind…and now you’re stuck with me.”
“Stuck, huh? Such a romantic comment”, she deadpanned, but her dancing eyes gave her away.
He purred, “Romantic, eh? Let’s try this for romantic.” Before she could respond, he stopped, pulled her up against him and devoured her mouth with his in a long, slow, sweet kiss. When Alistair finally let her go, Lana’s expression held that glazed over look that only he had ever been able to cause. As always that makes him smile softly as he runs one scarred and calloused hand along a delicate cheek. And as always, one slim strong hand covers his to keep his hand in place as she leans into his touch.
Sapphire eyes were full of love and lust as she huskily said, “I suppose that might do.”
Grinning, and not caring who’ll see because they’re betrothed after all, he scoops her up into his arms to return back to their tent. She didn’t protest as he half expected her to do, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder.
After all it’s a clear moonlit night that was made for lovers. And the last night they could have as their own before reaching Redcliffe and the darkspawn horde. For on the morrow they would have to don the mantles neither wanted, he as the new king of Ferelden and she as a hero. But they were together at least, and would finish it that way.