Scene: The Balcony of Denerim Keep, outside the Royal bedchamber. After midnight.

Alistair: I thought you would be here.

Warden: Alistair, tell me something silly.

Alistair: I’m the King of Ferelden and not the queen’s Jester. I’m not just here for your amusement. You..do know that, right?

Warden: Alistair, please.

Alistair: Oh alright, my dear. Once I saw Leliana cheat Zevran at cards until he literally lost his shirt. He was sputtering about the ‘Sacred Honor of the Antivan gambler’ and swearing while Leliana just sat back and laughed.

Warden: That’s pretty good. -Sigh-

Alistair: Something’s bothering you. It always is when you ask me to say something ridiculous. And when you’re on the balcony at midnight and all that.

Warden: I never told you what I dreamed about the night before we were married, before I was crowned.

Alistair: Let me guess...it was a happy dream? Where you saw a peaceful future for Fereleden and the two of us embracing our many grandchildren?

Warden: No.

Alistair: You asked me to say something silly then too, so I told you the story of the time I saw Sten and Morrigan putting funny hats on Leliana’s Nug.

Warden: It’s even funnier when you say the name. Schmooples.

Alistair: So what did you dream about then?

Warden: The same thing I dreamt about tonight. Dying alone in the deeproads. There were hisses all around me. Genlocks...Hurlocks...My torch was going out.

-Alistair holds her-

Alistair: That’s...yeah. I’m not sure what to say to that.

Warden: But it’s not just a dream. That’s how I’m going to die. That is how you’re going to die. That was our fate as soon as we drank that blood.

Alistair: Don’t worry. I won’t let you die alone in the deeproads. We can die together in the deeproads. We can fight side by side and build a nice little fort out of dead nugs and Darkspawn Corpses. It’ll be our new home! Sure, it’s not much to look at now but with a little work we’ll spruce it up. The Orlesians tell me that rusty dark red and gray are very ‘in’ colors this year, anyway.

Warden: Hah. -Sigh- That was funnier before we had children, Alistair.

Alistair: Sweet Maker, yes. It was.

Warden: Dying heroically seemed like such a wonderful idea when my whole family was dead and I was twenty years old. Now I have so much to lose. Like the children. Like you.

Alistair: It’s just a dream, though. This won’t happen until we are really old. Over 50, certainly. I mean, by then, our children will be married, Ferelden can take care of itself...it’s won’t be so bad. Right?

Warden: The calling is accelerated among Wardens who have had extensive contact with Darkspawn. You may recall I killed an Arch Demon.

Alistair: With a little help from me, to be fair. Um...I don’t think I want to hear what comes next.

Warden: This was not just a dream. I am hearing the calling now.

Alistair: That...that can’t be. You must be mistaken. You’re the strongest woman in Thedas, you’re not going to. No. You’re wrong.

Warden: Dear, one thing that I love about you is that you always take me seriously. Believe me now. I can hear the voices of the dead Gods in my head. They are calling me to the deeproads. I don’t have much time.

Alistair: I uh….

Warden: Don’t say anything Alistair, just keep holding me.

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