“I’m so glad to be home,” ‘Lissa breathed as they stood on the west-facing balcony of their quarters.
“As am I,” Cullen said, brushing a stray hair from her face. Above them, the stars burned bright, the night sky clear, save for the distant scar above the Valley of Sacred Ashes. Toasts had been made, the cake cut, and the fireworks finished. Buoyed by free-flowing ale and spirited music, the wedding celebrations continued throughout Skyhold with raucous abandon. She and Cullen had stolen this moment for themselves.
“Poor Mia," 'Lissa said, shaking her head. "I think she turned three different shades of white while speaking to the twins. Thank the Maker they missed all the excitement at the Imperial Palace.“
“I may have neglected to tell them about the demons,” Cullen admitted.
“As it should be. We protect those we love." She reached up to caress his face. "And it’s far easier to do so in Skyhold than in Val Royaux.”
“Celene couldn’t wait to see the back of us,” he grinned. “She should be grateful the guest wing wasn’t razed to the ground. I know what you’re capable of.”
“It seems disaster falls wherever we go." 'Lissa sighed. "Blessed Andraste, will it never end?” Cullen put his arms around her waist.
“I suspect not, but perhaps we may rest easy for tonight.” At this, she regained her playfulness. She slipped her arms around his neck.
“Oh no, beloved," she said silkily, "you will not find rest tonight.” She drew his head down to hers, kissing him deeply while drawing herself tightly up against him. “Shall we bid our guests farewell?” she asked, breathless.
“The sooner, the better,” he muttered.
They had just entered the main hall when they heard Evelyn's incredulous exclamation.
“What do you mean I have to duel for your hand?”
Maker’s breath.
Retour en haut
I keep an eye 
