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[DreGregoire]

*Note: This is a new project I'm working on. It's part of my Aonghas series but it is mostly about King Alistair and Aonghas' cousin Ryonah who becomes Alistair's Queen. This start is 15 years after the end of the blight but I will be back tracking. It's more like where it's going in the end. Does that make sense. Oh well. LOL.


Restoring Ferelden: The Story of King Alistair and Queen Ryonah
 
Fifteen Years after the Blight Ended
 
In the balcony above the tournament field sat a man and woman. His blond hair, once a short warrior’s haircut, had lengthened; at first growing in a bit of ragged manner, but now it was evenly cut to shoulder length and he had taken to wearing it in the style his brother had favored. His once scruffy facial hair growth had been shaved clean. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back sharply but then tumbled down to the middle of her back in a mass of curls that glinted redder in the sunlight. Her features were familiar to the people of Ferelden as she had a striking resemblance to the beloved Eleanor Cousland, wife of Bryce Cousland; both of whom perished when they were betrayed by a trusted friend. Their attire was stunning and was meant to dazzle all who met them. Their outfits complemented each other showing all that they were a single unit and that is how they ruled. The King and Queen of Ferelden had proven themselves time and again to be what Ferelden needed for its future. The Queen stood to stretch and as she did so her cloth covered swollen belly could be seen for that moment before the folds of her dress hid her state once more. She seated herself again and the King took her hand and turned her hand palm upright to press his lips firmly to the center of her hand in a kiss before going back to watching the tournament below.
 
The balcony door slammed open and in a moment the balcony filled with children. The oldest two both girls (ages thirteen and twelve) with plaited hair the color of the queen’s hair carried twin three year old boys; one having the hair color of the king and the other the hair the color of the queen. The oldest boy, his hair a match to the kings carried a younger blond curly haired girl child and he handed the sixteen month year old to the king before slugging a younger dark auburn haired brother in the arm for pushing him. The king cleared his throat and the children moved quickly to settle down in the chairs around the King and Queen. A seven year old boy and six year old girl both with their mothers hair came on to the balcony and settled down to watch the tournament. The King had once questioned his Queen if it was wise to allow such young children to witness the brutal tournaments but she had insisted it was best for the children to see it first hand than to hear about it. The King and Queen of Ferelden have graced Ferelden with nine children and another on the way, making the Theirin line stronger than it has ever been.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 05 novembre 2011 - 01:29 .

[DreGregoire]

Chapter One: Three weeks before the Wedding
Part one

Denerim was full to bursting as the people of Ferelden began gathering for the glorious day that would make Ferelden’s King Alistair a married man. King Alistair and his soon to be Queen had already impressed the nation with their efforts to restore order to Ferelden. The restoration of Ferelden was spurred on by the Restoration Fund of Ferelden that was created by Lady Ryonah and King Alistair. Nobody questioned where the funds came from but the nation knew that many of the nobles of Ferelden and even nobles of other lands had contributed to the fund; which, had yet to run out of finances. The soon to be married couple had left on a trip around Ferelden and they were due back days before the wedding. They had visited Dalish elves and the dwarves of Orzammar. People turned out in mass to wave as the couple passed by their homes and villages. To the outside things appeared to be going well for the happy bride and groom.

The King and future Queen were sent off with cheering as they left Amaranthine on their way to Vigil’s Keep. The greeting at Vigil’s Keep seemed more formal than Alistair was expecting, but he was happy to see many of the newer grey wardens wave to him and shout their congratulations. The Warden-Commander was not on hand to meet them and as Varel, the seneschal, stepped forward to welcome him and Ryonah; Alistair could feel a surge of anger at Aonghas for not being on hand to greet them.

“Welcome to Vigil’s keep, King Alistair and Lady Ryonah. Warden-Commander Aonghas sends his regrets for not being here for your arrival but he should return in time to share the evening meal. Please allow our people to show you and your company lodgings.”

Alistair and Ryonah sat in a sitting room awaiting the dinner bell when a knock came to the door. “Come in,” Alistair called out and he glared as Ryley and Zevran entered, followed by Aonghas. “Where have you three been? What was so important that you couldn’t be here to greet us?”

“I apologize, King Alistair, but our whereabouts are warden business and we are unable to share it with you.” Aonghas spoke calmly with a gentle tone to his voice; even so, Alistair felt his cheeks flush as a spasm of pain seemed to clench his heart at Aonghas' words.

Before Alistair could say anything Ryonah spoke, “Since when have Zevran and Ryley been considered grey wardens?” Alistair watched Aonghas freeze and turn slightly pale at his older female cousin’s words.

“I didn’t say they were grey wardens, but they work for me; therefore, they are in a position to know my business. The King of Ferelden and his future Queen are not.”

“You spoiled little spiteful child. How dare you not acknowledge Alistair as a fellow warden?” Alistair stared at Ryonah in surprise before turning to look at Aonghas. He had never seen Aonghas flushed so red and it worried him as he wondered if it was anger or embarrassment. Ryonah wasn’t done, “Aonghas Cousland, you get over here and kneel before your King.” Alistair thought for a moment that Aonghas was going to walk out of the room; therefore, he was surprised as Aonghas moved forward and dropped to a knee before Alistair. “Apologize for your disrespectful behavior.” Aonghas didn’t lift his head and his hair did a good job covering most of his face but what Alistair could see of it seemed redder than before. “Now, Aonghas,” Ryonah ordered.

Aonghas' voice trembled with emotion as he did as his cousin ordered. “Forgive me for my disrespectful behavior, King Alistair.” Alistair almost spoke but he closed his mouth as Aonghas began speaking again. “I should not have said that warden business isn’t your business.” Alistair sighed and Aonghas looked up to meet his gaze. The two stared at each other for a long drawn out moment before Aonghas spoke again. “I am sorry, Alistair.” Alistair sighed again and then nodded before gesturing Aonghas to stand. Aonghas stood and turned to his female second cousin. “I’m sorry for not being here, but I needed to go and conscript a new warden recruit before she met the gallows.”

Alistair was surprised at how quickly Aonghas recovered from his embarrassment. Alistair couldn’t help but smile as he noticed how close Aonghas had become with Ryley and Zevran. He had worried that Aonghas wouldn’t forgive the two for leaving him alone to face the world for a couple of months on his own, but it appeared to be a thing of the past. Alistair soon found himself drawn into the boyish banter as Ryonah just sat shaking her head on occasion; although, she did have them all nearly rolling on the floor with laughter when she exclaimed in irritation, “Would you boys please stop referring to Mistress Woolsey as the ole-fink-al? Seriously the woman is just doing her job.”

Modifié par DreGregoire, 04 mars 2011 - 11:12 .

[DreGregoire]

Part Two: In the Privacy of the Grey Warden-Commanders Chamber.
 
“I’m not going to your wedding, Alistair. I don’t appreciate you trying to strong arm me into doing what you want.”
 
Alistair couldn’t believe the words coming out of Aonghas' mouth. “I am not ‘strong arming’ you.”
 
“No? Then what is this visit about? You didn’t have to come to Vigil’s Keep; you could have just stopped at Amaranthine.”
 
“Ryonah and I are stopping at every Arling and Teryna in Ferelden.”
 
“What? Are you bullying them all into going to your wedding?” Alistair couldn’t believe Aonghas still dared to use that tone with him. “So you are the type of King that rules by force of will alone.” Alistair’s felt his eyes narrow as his anger surged and he fought against his urge to slap the younger man across the mouth. “Just because you are King you think you have the right to order me around like I’m your personal little slave. Well, I’m not going to put up with it anymore. As far as I’m concerned if you marry that bloody wench you can stay out of my life forever!”
 
Alistair’s saw red as Aonghas insulted Ryonah and he grabbed Aonghas’ arms tightly and forced the brat across the room into the younger man’s desk. He knew what his rage wanted him to do, but he wasn’t sure his heart could take it. Was Aonghas trying to force a confrontation with him? Calling Ryonah names was not acceptable and he let that thought fill his heart as he threatened Aonghas. “You will not disrespect, Ryonah. I am so going to teach you once and for all not to play me, Aonghas.” Alistair felt Aonghas shudder at his words and Alistair hardened his heart determined to follow through with his threat.
 
“I see he enjoys doing that to you.” Alistair jerked in surprise as Anders’ words had the same result of a freezing rain storm on his rage. Freed of his anger Alistair released Aonghas with a shove before turning to face Anders. “I was sure Ryley and Zevran had told me that you had decided not to let Aonghas manipulate you anymore.”
 
“You are of course right. Thank you for reminding me.” Alistair’s sense of relief at the man’s interference amazed him.
 
“Anytime, Your Majesty. I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. It’s been less than a month since you were here last. Thank you for backing my conscription.”
 
“You are welcome. This is the time I had planned to be here. Ryonah waited in Highever while I came here to see if I could aid the Keep the first time.” Alistair gazed intently at the older man and the mage met his gaze. Alistair felt as if the mage was taking his measure even as he tried to determine what the mage’s intentions were.
 
“Anders, I’m sure you have somewhere to be.” Alistair frowned as Anders looked at Aonghas and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Alistair and I need to speak in private.”
 
“Very well, I will see myself out. Good day, King Alistair.” Anders didn’t give Alistair a chance to respond before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
 
Alistair met Aonghas' gaze and he instantly knew what the problem was. “Don’t ask me to do this, Alistair.”
 
Aonghas' pleading tone suddenly made Alistair feel extremely sad and it made him realize that Aonghas had not yet given up on a relationship with him. “I thought you would have accepted things by now.”
 
“I have accepted that you will marry Ryonah. But my heart hasn’t caught up yet. Forcing me to be there would be counterproductive. Can you not understand?”

“I understand.” The pained look on Aonghas’ face made Alistair’s heart clench. “I need to go.” Alistair left the room quickly and returned to Ryonah, but his steps were slow and heavy as he fought against the overwhelming sadness within him.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 04 mars 2011 - 11:19 .

[DreGregoire]

Author Note:
Hello all. I just wanted to let people know that I am still working on this story; however, DA2 coming out has had me readjusting many of my plans, but not for this story. Ryonah and Alistair are still getting married and will have all those children. Please be patient with my slow updates as I am still enjoying playing both DAO and DA2.

A note about the last two entries for this story. I wrote those in order for Alistair and Aonghas to have some closure and to give Alistair a chance to realize that things between him and Aonghas would be rocky for some time to come.

[DreGregoire]

Returning to Denerim

Alistair felt a deep sense of sadness as he left Vigil’s Keep. He felt as if things between he and Aonghas were unsettled; he couldn’t help but think they never would be settled. Alistair looked at Ryonah and she smiled and he couldn’t help but smile as well despite his pain.

“You need to give him time, Alistair. We will be married soon and he will learn to move on.” Alistair wasn’t sure how she always knew what troubled him but he couldn’t help but feel his heart fill with love for her. It eased the ache somewhat and just in time; because suddenly they could hear the cheers of Denerim’s citizens and they were not even in sight of the gate yet.

[Lynn01]

I like it! Do we get more?????? :-)

[DreGregoire]

More will be coming, definately. I can't resist writing about Alistair! I have more written for him but it's a later thing so it's waiting until I write the inbetweens .

[DreGregoire]

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Modifié par DreGregoire, 05 novembre 2011 - 01:30 .

[DreGregoire]

Author Note: Well this section is very short but it's sweet! Written for Lynn01. Wow 8 months have gone by!
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Part Four: King Alistair and Queen Ryonah

They were married in one of the grandest ceremonies to grace Denerim since before the blight. Despite the political elements that concerned the King and his counselors the people of Denerim celebrated for days the joining of the King and Queen of Ferelden. Alistair found himself grinning uncontrollably as they were congratulated by a long line of visitors that lasted for nearly two weeks. Alistair promised himself he would take the time to thank those who had logged and scheduled an audience with each and every visitor who came to acknowledge his and Ryonah’s union. It was near the end of the two weeks when Ryley and Zevran stepped in for their audience. Ryonah had been saddened that her brother had not been able to be at their wedding, but they had all agreed it was best he stayed with Aonghas. As Ryonah hugged her brother tightly Fergus entered the room with Aonghas beside him. The two had obviously been arguing but Aonghas moved to hug his second cousin Ryonah and the two held to each other tightly as Ryonah spoke softly. “Baby cousin, I am so happy to see you. I had thought you wouldn’t come.”

“But we were here, Sister; for the ceremony,” answered Ryley in the place of Aonghas.

Ryonah pulled away from Aonghas and looked at Ryley in surprise. “You were?”

“They were,” answered Fergus. “They were disguised as guards, well except for Zevran. What were you disguised as Zevran?”

Aonghas laughed at Ryley as his cousin groaned in memory. Zevran grinned at them both before answering, “I was a lovely elven lass who waited upon one of the many noble ladies who had come without their servants. Aonghas has gotten very good at disguising people.”

Aonghas smiled at the elf before turning to Alistair and speaking in a softly regretful tone, “I would have come as myself but there are people hunting me. I’m sorry we didn’t get to tell you before the wedding.” Alistair beamed and strode forward to grab Aonghas and Ryley tightly in his arms in a lingering bear hug. Aonghas and Ryley both grunted as the hug pushed air from their lungs, but they both returned the King’s hug as best they could. Alistair released them after a short while before turning to Zevran to give the elf a much gentler hug, but he released the elf more quickly than he had the others to prevent Zevran from having a chance to make a lewd comment.

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Author Note: Continued
Awww, Aonghas did go to the wedding that so sweet. hehe!

Modifié par DreGregoire, 05 novembre 2011 - 01:43 .