Synopsis: A rumored scandal between the King of Ferelden and an Ostwick mage
Characters: Eamon Trevelyan | Orlagh Trevelyan | Declan Trevelyan | Alistair Theirin
“Excuse me, she did what again?” Eamon was in disbelief at what he had heard, “If I heard you correctly, she did that to him?” He gave out a nervous chuckle, “and everybody has been talking about it? How long has this been going on?”
“Luckily, only for a few days but like I’ve said before, it’s only a rumor.” Declan confirmed, “We can still ask her or Ser Theirin if it’s true.” Eamon thought for a moment at his brother’s suggestion, still unsure what he should even do. His sister, who’s a mage, and the King of Ferelden? He was starting to get a headache about how the King’s people were reacting. Eamon deeply sighs, “I think we should ask our dear sister about this scandal then the King himself.” The two brothers leave the War Room and head to their sister’s chambers.
“WHAAAT?!” Orlagh screamed at the top of her lungs, nearly deafening her brothers, “Are you telling me that someone made up some lie about me and Lord Theirin?!” He knows Orlagh would never lie about something like this, “It’s starting to appear so.” Eamon responded, “Maybe Ser Theirin would know more on these rumors?” Declan suggested. Eamon didn’t want to go to Ferelden nor did he want to drag the King up here to just ask him a dubious question, but he had no better lead than to question the dear King, “Send a letter to Denerim at once. I would like to have a meeting with the King.”
Alistair gave out a hearty laugh at Eamon’s question, “Hahaha, to be honest with you, I didn’t realize it was gonna explode like this.” Eamon raised his eyebrow, “It sounds like you know how it started.” Alistair sighed, “Yes, remember when we were at Crestwood?” “Yes, me and my siblings been there many times and I do apologize, but I don’t ever recall bringing you along.” Eamon answered, “Oh yes, silly me, how can I forget.” Alistair chuckled at his forgetfulness, “It was just me and your sister that went on this mission. It was refugees disappearing with no trace and we decided to go, I insisted of course. Undead rose from the ground, I was keeping them back while your sister destroyed them with her sparkling hands from a distance. After the fight, your sister was jumping up and down and then she slipped off the hill she was on. I ran to catch her and she landed right into my arms. We may have kinda stared into each other’s eyes longer than necessary and someone may have saw us staring at each other….while I was holding her as well.” Alistair chuckled nervously.
Eamon was petrified, pissed off, and relieved all at the same time. He silently thanked the Maker it wasn’t how the rumor went, “So you two were never, how should I put this politely, involved intimately?” Alistair blinked at his question and blush crept in on his face, “Uh, no we were never involved in….that…way.” Eamon only squinted his eyes at Alistair, “I-I swear, we did nothing! We just had a staring contest, basically! It was a refugee we were rescuing that thought we did.” Eamon thought for a moment then he gave out a heavy sigh, “Well, Declan did say it was only rumors and I know you’re not a very good liar, so what’s left to do to fix this scandal is for the King to just tell them the truth. It should put many people’s trouble minds at ease, yes?” Eamon smiled; silently hoping that Alistair’s people listen to him.
