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[Viva la France]

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A prince never lacks legitimate reasons to break his promise.  Niccolo Machiavelli




Marcel Cousland, the the Hero of Fereldan turned Prince. He would much prefer to be King, but he would settle for Prince as long as he was close to the throne. Marcel was always a man to make best of the situation he was in, if he was going to be a Prince then he would do it for the better of his loved ones. He liked Anora, but their relationship would be nothing more than political. She was to shifty for him, and the fact that she loved power more than any person, really didn’t help his opinion of her.   Both Anora and Marcel had their secrets; Marcel was trying to keep his mistress and lover, Leliana a secret. Not that he was worried about Anora’s reputation but more of Nobles using the fact Leliana was an Orlesian against him. Marcel had a unique interest in Orlesian culture, which made him weary among some nobles, although the generation that fought alongside Marcel’s father was dying out and the younger nobles seemed more tolerant of Orlais. 
 
                “My Lord your wife waits.” Informed Marcel’s second Gerald, knocking at the door. “Gerald, go wait with the wagon, Anora can wait a few minutes!” Marcel grumpingly snapped. He was always grumpy in the mornings, especially when being suddenly awaken after a pleasurable night. He rolled over, rubbed his eyes and glanced over at his lover, Leliana. She was still fast asleep, like she usually during their nights together. Marcel  gently put his right arm around her and kissed her on the forehead. 
“Hey you.” Leliana smiled as she slowly woke up.
“Hey” Marcus replied returned the smile.
“Did you sleep well?” Leliana asked as she wrapped her arms around him.
“Yes, I’ve just been watching you sleep.” Marcel joked as he started to tease, giving her a peck on the lips.
“Oh.” Leliana giggled.
“Do you know your eyelids flutter when you dream and you have such pretty eyelashes.”   Marcel chuckled as he brushed a strand of Leliana’s hair away from her eyes.  
“Flatterer.” Leliana coyly smiled at him.
“But I need to get up, the royal life waits.” Marcel started to groan as he sat up on the side of the bed.
“Fereldan doesn’t need its handsome Prince right this second…………………” Leliana smirked as she got up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Well, my dear love what an interesting offer, but I’ll have to take a rain check on that.”  
“Of course, of course…………… so important you are.” Leliana sighed giving him a gentle kiss on the neck.
“Now if I can only remember where my pants are?” Marcus gave a questioning look to Leliana.
“I wonder where my dress is.” Leliana cooed. 
 
 
Highever Courtyard
 
The past few weeks Marcus had been staying in Highever with his brother Fergus. Marcus had told Anora it was family business dealing with his Grandfathers research, but Anora was smarter than Marcus thought, she knew he planned on meeting Leliana there.
“Good day, My Lord.” Gerald greeted Marcel as he reached the gates of Castle Cousland. Marcus took Gerald as his second a year ago after a trip to Redcliffe. Teagon had told Marcel of how his parents were killed in a Darkspawn raid and agreed to take him under his wing.  
“How’s the arm, Gerald.” Marcel looked at Gerald trying to spark up a conversation.
“It’s fine, thanks for asking, My Lord.” Gerald replied stretching his arm. He had hurt it during Martial practice the day before.
“Where’s Anora, I thought she……………..” Marcus hesitantly started to ask, until he heard a yell from around the corner.
“Fergus, where is my husband!” Anora demanded an answer from Fergus.
“My Queen, my brother is just……..” Fergus calmly tried to answer.
“Just on his way.” Marcel interrupted.
Anora’s tone went from angry to relieved. 
“Finally, you arrive……………….. late again.” Anora sighed.
“You see there was this man…………………..” Marcel spat out some incoherent rubberish;
“I don’t need your excuses Marcel; just try to act a little more husbandly.”
“Husbandly? You might not know it, but I am a dashing example of a charming husband.” Marcus teasingly told Anora.  
“Right….” Anora chuckled. Marcel always tried to ease tension between him and Anora with humor. It worked most of the time in Marcel’s favor, but Anora was no fool.
  “To business then.” Marcel waved at Anora to follow him. Fergus and Gerald hovered behind them.
Anora’s tone turned serious. She wasn’t one to let her guard down when politics were involved.
“I read over your proposal with Eamon, maybe having a more professional military and not militia could help in rebuilding.”  
“If we are to considering having a more Professional military, why not now since we are rebuilding our ranks.” Marcel’s humorous tone turned serious.
“These are desperate times, after a Blight ravaging through the country people will be anxious to make a living again.” 
Anora waved at Gerald and Fergus to leave, while Anora and Marcel took a walk around the Castle garden and continued their discussion in private. 
As Anora and Marcel walked the gardens they continued talking about plans for a new military. Although Marcel wasn’t the direct ruler of the country, he wanted Anora and him to be remembered as reformers. Marcel wanted to go to the grave knowing he changed Fereldan forever, not just saved it. Marcel was confident that if he could bring the ideas he learned during his time as a Grey Warden, he could achieve that goal. 

[Viva la France]

Leliana's Secret



Leliana watched Marcel and Anora wonder the gardens. She giggled to herself how serious Marcel was compared to last night. Around her, she noticed Marcel was always calm and relaxed, couldn’t say the same about him around Anora. She continued looking at Marcel for a few minutes then took a deep breath of fresh air and closed the window. Leliana loved being with Marcel, she never had a dull moment with him, he was her lover and she giggled at that thought but she really hated the fact that she could never be seen in public with him. Leliana liked Anora, but she was jealous, jealous of the fact that people would never say how lovely Leliana and Marcel were together, but how lovely Marcel and Anora were together.

Leliana took one look at Marcel and walked toward the mirror. She started feeling nauseated and sat down. This was the second time this week she had woken up nauseated, she just sat there staring at ceiling. “Ugh… Fereldan food.” She thought to herself. She had been living in Fereldan with Marcel for two years and still couldn’t stand the food, but twice in a week was unusual. “Oh, Maker………. Maybe I just need a cold bath.” She thought as dizziness caused her to take a step back.