She placed the crown a top her head and ignored the continuation of snores from the bed beside her dresser. A smile formed on her fair face whilst her sunshine coloured hair tried to escape the self-updo and fall in waves over her collar bone. Her dress had to be taken in again by the palace seamstress as it seemed even if there was now a dwarven queen the attire was still being assembled. Her gaze rose to the head of the bed, a coat of arms with her axes crossed underneath, polished and at the ready should any need arise. *knock knock knock* Such as now ‘Your majesties, a missive from your former companion.’ She sighs as she rises from her stool and kicks the kings foot over hanging the mattress. ‘Stop drooling and wake up! Or I set the hound on you!’ This rouses the blonde man now wide awake and sporting a scared expression. ‘That wasn’t funny then and it sure as adraste’s tits isn’t now!’ remembering the slobbery mess created, a laugh comes from her mouth before she can hold it in and opens the door. ‘It’s from Morrigan,’ she opens the letter and falls to the floor cross legged and utters a curse a noble caste lady would never speak. Alistair snatches it from her and reads for himself before squeezing his wife’s shoulder. ‘I have a son...’