#the thane

[shiny-boii]

MACBETH IS A COMEDY AND ONLY LADY MACBETH KNOWS

[shiny-boii]

Macbeth: “Do you think you’d kill for me one day?”

Lady Macbeth: “Yes. Of course I will my darling.”

[jstar1992]

The Thane (Final chapter and Epilogue)

~Dedicated to @asinglestarwar, @cometeclipsewriting, and @devi-chan for supporting me, even when nobody else would. It was a struggle, filled with blood, sweat and tears, and several horrible relapses. But now, we have reached the end, and I am finally at peace. Thank you to everyone that has enjoyed my fic.~ It doesn't take long before we both finish, my body collapsing towards him. Cullen wraps his arms around me, hugging my body to his as we lay together. He kisses me softly with a smile. "My wife, my darling Samira. I love you so much," he whispers before falling asleep. "I love you too, Cullen," I reply before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep. The next morning, Cullen and I are woken with breakfast in bed. The servant enters the room with a bow and exits after leaving the breakfast on a nearby table. "Good morning, my love," Cullen whispers, kissing my forehead. "Good morning. I hope you slept well last night," I respond, turning to grab the bowls that were sent up to us. We eat quickly, then preoccupy ourselves in bed. Our bodies press against each other, hands grasping, moans emitting from our mouths. We go at it several times, barely taking time to rest before continuing where we left off. After a few rounds, we finally stop, and Cullen rests his hand on my stomach. "I love you so much," he states, leaning down to kiss me. ~~~~ Months have passed, and Cullen and I have celebrated our love. My stomach swells with our first child- we're both hoping for a baby girl, and we plan to name her Amnestria. If we have a boy, we're going to name him Stanton. Shortly after we discovered my pregnancy -Vera was certainly right- Cullen announced that we would return to Skyhold shortly after our child is born and the journey is safe. Cullen reaches down to touch my large stomach, feeling the baby kick. Not too much longer until I'm to give birth. "Our child is lively!" He remarks with a grin. "They a-" I begin, pausing when I feel water drip down my thighs, and the contractions begin. "The baby!" I scream out, and I am rushed to my chambers. Attendants swarm to me, with Vera supervising them all, to help me in delivering my child. A day later, I am cradling my daughter in my arms as she suckles from my breast. "How is she doing?" Cullen asks, going to sit next to me. "She's doing well. Our darling girl, our Amnestria," I mumble, kissing her forehead. ~Epilogue, 2 Years Later~ I am bundled in the furs of a red lion, sitting in my room here in Skyhold. Papers are scattered across my desk, but I can't focus on paperwork anymore. With Stanton asleep in his crib, and Amnestria with her father, my mind keeps wandering. After Amnestria was born, the augur predicted that Branson would become the next Thane, and he assumed the role. Shortly after that, we departed for Skyhold. Since then, we were blessed enough to have a second child, and Cullen joined the Inquisition. I quickly stand when Stanton begins crying in the nursery, and I rush to him. When I reach the room, I notice Cullen and Amnestria tending to the baby and I join them. It's so strange to think that a wrong turn in the Frostbacks led me to be a wife and mother. As confounded as this may sound, I wouldn't have it any other way. The end.

[auntielessthannothing]

The Scottish Play

Supposed Friend: Hey, Peanut, try reading this word.

My innocent 6yr old, The Peanut: Mac... Beet?

Me: ?

Friend: Try again. *shit eating grin*

Peanut: McBath?

Me: wait, No-

Peanut: MacBet-

Me: NOT IN MY HOUSE!

I immediately proceed to teach young Peanut how to ward off The Curse (we REALLY don’t need any more bad luck right now) by running her outside, spinning her 3 times, spitting, and knocking on the wooden door frame on the way back in.

Needless to say, Supposed Friend has been banished from these lands.

[jstar1992]

"The Thane" Chapter 14

~Dedicated to @cullenstairshenanigans, @mirabai0821, @missragdoll84, @alleiradayne, and @romancingcullen. I'm slowly coming back~ It has been over a month since Floria’s death, and in that time, Red Lion hold has thrived. As is avvar custom, Floria’s body was dismembered and offered to the Lady of the Skies. To be honest, I did feel bad for her, but she tried to murder me several times and made my life a living hell. But, without her, we all have been much happier. “Samira?” Cullen begins, walking in with a smile. “Yes darling?” “We must finish our preparations for the wedding. The marriage knots must be tied, and you must prepare your song,” he explains, sauntering over to me. Cullen leans down and kisses my forehead. “Of course. I’m glad these weddings don’t take as much effort as those of the lowlanders. It’s still tomorrow, correct?” “Unless you have any objections?” he asks. “None at all,” I answer. “I have to go back. I must speak to Vera about tomorrow’s proceedings.” With a kiss to my cheek, Cullen exits the room. He won’t have to search hard for Vera; she was just with me not too long ago, asking me if my monthly bleeding had come, but it hadn’t. I’ve been cramping as well, and this morning, I vomited. Vera believes that I’m with child. I don’t believe that I am. Am I showing the signs already? She asked me questions about the cramping and the vomiting, and if I was experiencing any breast pain. Do I tell Cullen? What if it’s just a false alarm? I don’t want to get his hopes up for no reason. With a sign, I go to grab the rope so that I may start tying the marriage knots. They’ll be very loose at first, and gradually tighten as I go along. I start to tie the first knot as I hum an old song to the elvhen gods. As the song goes on, the knots are prepared for Cullen’s strong and nimble fingers, until I finally stop at 40 knots. Will our union last that long? The avvar tend to count their years of marriage through the knots, so however many untied are the number of years the marriage will last. Maybe he’ll get to the 40th knot; I only tightened those knots a little. After the wedding, will I have to give up my customs, my traditions, my culture? I grew up with the Dalish traditions, and I don’t want to abandon them. These traditions are so precious to me. Maybe, if I ask, I can speak some marriage vows in Dalish. Cullen seems to be the accommodating type. From what I can remember, the vows were so romantic, and I could easily translate them so that the rest of the hold can understand. The people seemed to be accepting of me, so hopefully it would be okay. But the song? I don’t know who to sing to or what to sing. Cullen instructed me on the avvar gods, and in turn, I taught him of the Dalish ones. Which gods protected me from Floria, the avvar or the Dalish? Mine, or his? It was easy to see that she wasn’t actually with child, and Vera performed an autopsy to prove it. There was absolutely no evidence to show that Floria had been pregnant in the first place. And just the memory of that night, sliding down to the ground and being face-to-face with Cullen’s blade, watching as the blood dripped onto the floor, still keeps me up at night. But, enough of such thoughts. Cullen is staying with Branson for the night, and my room is being guarded by Krem. We are not allowed to see each other until he decides to come for me; he will take me, publicly claim me, and then the knots and the song. Then, we will officially be married. I end up choosing a song to the god Rilla, who will hopefully bless us with a fruitful marriage and plenty of children. Without Cullen here, I am much lonelier than I ever was. But tomorrow, after Vera dolls me up for the ceremony, we will be reunited. That is enough to reassure me and encourage me to sleep, and my eyes flutter shut.

[jstar1992]

The Thane (Chapter 13) (TW Warning)

(I don't know who to tag for this chapter, so I'm going to leave it as is. I promise to tag people for the next chapter. Trigger warnings- choking, death, blood, stabbing, cutting, violence) Cullen's grasp tightens around me, and I can feel his strong fingers digging into the robe. “Put the hold on lockdown. Have guards patrolling the hates. I will need guards watching over my quarters,” he states diplomatically. The advisors disband, going to alert the hold of the threat against the Thane and his future bride. “Cullen,” I begin, glancing up at him. His jaw is set, hazel eyes dark as he clutches me to him. “I won't let her touch you,” he mumbles, holding me tighter to his chest. One hand goes up to gently stroke my kinky curls, as though he is reassuring me more than he is himself. Cullen cradles me to his chest, whispering soothing words to me. The whole hold is uneasy from Floria’s threat; it's obvious just from watching the people move through the halls, but we have to fight back. Showing fear would hurt more, just as it would have been when I dealt with Corypheus. For the rest of the day, we are constantly guarded, on watch for Floria. At night, the guards take shifts to protect the bedroom. The only intimacy between Cullen and I are hugs and cuddling, attempting to calm each other. Sex...it just wouldn't work, we’re both on edge. After some time, Cullen falls asleep, but I remain awake, staring up at the ceiling of the bedchamber. Cullen has hidden several knives in the room, and I pull one out. A slight tap of a foot on the stone floor is heard, and I throw my knife in the direction of the sound. “You almost hit me,” Floria growls. “And?” My ears twitch at the sound of a dagger being drawn, and I reach for the nearest throwing knife, which is thankfully under the bed. Floria runs closer, her blade ready to strike. I jump out of bed, which wakes Cullen up in the process. “Dirty knife ear whore!” Floria bellows, slashing at me and slicing my back. Cullen grabs Floria’s ankle and yanks her down. In doing that, Floria drops her blade, and I pick it up. “Now, that wasn't very nice,” I taunt, wincing a little as I turn to face them. All is seemingly calm until Floria kicks Cullen in the face and scrambled away. With a flick of my wrist, the knife goes flying and pierced her in her left shoulder. This doesn't deter her, however, and she runs to me, pinning me to the wall. Her hands wrap around my neck, constricting my flow of oxygen. Lightheaded...dizzy...her grip gets tighter...I- Floria’s grasp loosens on my neck, and she drops me to the floor. When I look up, coughing, my eyes focus on the blade that is piercing Floria’s stomach, crimson blood dripping from the wound. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, the emerald irises disappearing. Her blood gently hits the stone, a soft drip in the silent room. Cullen removes the sword, and Floria falls down in a crumpled heap. “She will never harm you again,” he whispers, leaning down and gently touching my cheek. I pull away from him to roll Floria over- She wasn't pregnant.

[jstar1992]

The Thane (Chapter 12)

-Thank you to @cullenstairshenanigans, who convinced me to keep this story going when I was facing hatred from anon (and non-anon) users here on tumblr. Thank you! And Happy Halloween!-

When I wake up from the nap, I find that Cullen is still awake, discussing matters with Krem. His body is wrapped up in the large red lion robe, the crimson fur shining in the sunlight. Krem leaves and Cullen returns with a bundle of red in his arms. I look to him, eyebrows raising. “This is the pelt of the red lion that you killed. I had it made into a robe for you,” he explains, giving me the gift.

My eyes widen at the gesture as I take the gift from him. The robe is just my size, and I grin when I put it in. The soft fur is so warm, it makes me shiver in delight. A chuckle escapes his mouth and he gently kisses my forehead. “I was hoping you would like it,” Cullen whispers, pulling me close to him.

“It’s wonderful, thank you,” I respond. He holds me to him and I sigh in relief.

“I have some business to attend to. Would you like to join me?” Cullen asks, and I nod in response. He pulls away and stands, offering me his hand and helping me up. Cullen guides me to the throne room, gently touching my wild curls. “Your curls are beautiful,” he muses, kissing my forehead.

The doors open for Cullen and I, and the people bow to him. Hundreds of people of all ages show their supplication to the Thane, and a chill runs down my spine. These will be my people soon; I’ll be their Queen. The mere thought of it makes butterflies flutter around in my stomach.

Cullen leads me to the throne, sitting down and placing me on his lap. Feet hit the floor as the people rise to look upon us. “My people!” Cullen begins, smiling softly, “I have picked my bride.”

When the crowd heard this, they all break out into cheers. Smiled are abundant, and the people shout their praise. Women actually line up to get an up-close look at me, saying things in avvar that I don’t understand, but I can only guess from the smiles that everything they say is positive.

“That woman said that she thinks you were sent from the Lady of the Skies. Only she could make a creature as beautiful as you,” he whispers, gently tickling my sides. My soft giggle makes the woman grin, and I smile back. “Now you say maakam,” he continues.

“Maakam,” I recite confidently, and the woman beams back at me. She scurries off and the line moves on. More women approach me, speaking in avvar tongue, and my one word answer satisfies them. The line dwindles down, but is soon replaced by a crowd of children.

They all giggle as the little girls scramble around us, admiring me for a bit, then going to see Cullen. One girl actually starts to cry, blubbering in avvar, until Cullen scoops her up in his arms and kisses her forehead. I gently stroke her chestnut colored hair, but her tiny hand slaps mine away, her stormy gray eyes glaring at me as she clings to Cullen.

“I’m sorry, Myra, but you’re too young for me. I’m going to marry Samira,” Cullen says calmly, placing her on the ground. She huffs, then turns and leaves. “She’s only six,” he whispers to me, and I laugh.

The people continue their praise, even the children return with crowns of flowers, begging for us to wear them. With some convincing, I manage to put one of the red flower crowns on Cullen, and he puts one of a similar kind on me. The rest are laid at our feet, forming a small garden of wreaths around us. A wide smile crosses my face.

“They love you. I love you,” Cullen whispers on my ear, his voice low and soothing.

“I love you too,” I reply before he kisses my forehead. The people of the hold continue their praise for a little longer, then they slowly trickle out.

“Krem! Tell Mia to help Rosalie prepare for her upcoming wedding! I must spend time with my bride,” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the throne room. Krem salutes silently, then he departs. Shortly after this, we are joined by several advisors and the augur.

“Thane Cullen, we have things that we must discuss,” the first advisor begins. He starts discussing the details of the wedding, telling me the significance of the marriage knots and giving me advice as to which of the gods I should sing to.

“My lord, we must formally disband the afoka now. Shall we send them off to other holds, or marry them off to several of the hunters? With Floria, however, this may be an entirely different story. She’s far too dangerous, especially with her powers. I think it’s best if we-” the second advisor says before a guard interrupts them.

“My lord! Floria has escaped!”