[im]pure royalty.

Seems like she was determined to dance circles around each of his questions. He returned the arrow to it’s quivver with a light snort. What fun would she have if he simply walked away? Though he wasn’t quite ready to turn his back to her just yet.

“I don’t believe that. I am hardly native to Ferelden but I have heard the stories.”

“Ah, then you believe such idle fancies of witches in these wilds?” She asked.

"Most of what I've been told has turned out to be true," he replied coolly, returning his bow to it's place on his back. "Barbarians are the only other occupants of the Wilds. You don't appear to be one of them."

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and it is easy to see the fury in anders’ whirlwinds and fenris’ lyrium blaze, easy to see the ruthless blood-thirst in isabela’s dance and merrill’s deft staff-twirls, easy to be cowed by “i’ll show you why mages are feared!” and “may the creators have mercy on you — for i won’t!” but

river hawke cuts down the bandit attempting to sucker-punch her with a single swing of her greatsword and goes after his backup when the man collapses, an arrow thrumming as it sinks into his throat, and when she glances behind her she sees blazing blue eyes and gritted teeth, elegantly carved longbow gripped in a gloved hand, body held as taut and gracefully curved as the bow itself, because

when the battle is not raging, sebastian vael is gentle, dulcet, as placid as the sea on a clear day but when the heat is rising and the claret is flowing, sebastian vael is a tempest, a fury, more than a squall and little less than a hurricane and he is beautiful, a terror but beautiful, and

surely sebastian vael is the very hand of the maker himself, the scion of andraste, a sign that perhaps he has not completely turned his gaze away

#( /pets )

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Duncan quickly clenched his jaw shut, making an audible clicking sound. Though the fables of the ancient order were true, there were also many unspoken rules of keeping secrets of the more taxing disadvantages of being a Warden. If they were common knowledge, the weak numbers would be even smaller. Not that he blamed anyone for not wanting to live the way he did. “I’m not a high ranked member.” He added, hoping that maybe that would settle the other’s curiosity.

His armor looks as though it could fence a high price.

“That armor looks rather light,” while commenting, his light accent of the Orlais bleeding through. “I was trying to figure what you specialized yourself in..”

Finding himself without a suitable reply, Sebastian nodded in the place of words. Pride in one's work was exclusive to the senior wardens, apparently. But he wouldn't press the issue. It wouldn't brighten the situation any.

He looked down at his own armour, as if forgetting what he was wearing. Yes, light. It had to be. Archers had to be light on their feet or face death. While the white was a visibility issue, it was the finest armour his father could buy. He smiled. "The bow is my weapon of choice, and it has been since I was a young boy."

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“I understand, I faced the same problem as a warden… the heir problem was their main concern, they also thought I would be biased for some off reason.” She replied, “You have come far, do you need a place to stay?”

"From what I've heard you only want what's best for your people. That, my lady, is not the behaviour of a biased monarch," he gave her what was meant to be a reassuring smile. It was likely she knew this already, but it didn't hurt to be told again. "I don't intend to stay long, your majesty, I wouldn't want to trouble you."

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Morrigan shrugged, “No, there is not much. I have lived here for many years now, I do not see many people as the nearest town is Lothering nor do many people visit the wilds.”

She knew he was suspicious of her, she played innocent all while telling the truth. “There is nothing more to tell.”

Seems like she was determined to dance circles around each of his questions. He returned the arrow to it's quivver with a light snort. What fun would she have if he simply walked away? Though he wasn't quite ready to turn his back to her just yet.

"I don't believe that. I am hardly native to Ferelden but I have heard the stories."

She smiled and stood up then curtsied, “I heard about what happened there, My condolences. I heard that there was some debate on you returning, is that true?”

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Silent, he bowed his head, expressing his gratitude. It wasn't womething he wished to speak about. "That is true. The throne was never mine to take, you see. I have doubts on whether the people would accept me as their prince." The chantry had always been his place. He didn't know the first thing about ruling a kingdom, especially in the wake of such a tragedy.

#wardenqueen

“It’s not that special,” he spoke quietly, his eye contact with Sebastian remaining minimal. The young lad shifted his stance again briefly before making a quick survey of the other. Light armor; perhaps a thief? Duncan frowned, quickly dismissing the idea. The way this man held himself, it were perhaps possible he’d throw thieves away. An archer, perhaps?

"No?" A curious tilt of the head. All tales he'd been told of the Wardens were grand ones, of warriors of all races coming together to defeat their common evil. Perhaps he'd missed something.

An almost fond smile crossed his lips as he realised he was being scrutinised; he was no stranger to the feeling. The young prince cleared his throat. "Hm. I can answer any questions you have if it will sate your curiosity."

#orlesianwarden

The prince remained still. Until it was clear that she would be no threat to him he would not lower his guard. “You… live here?”

She nodded, “My mother raised me here, she is not fond of towns and villages. She says they are too crowded.”

"So you live in the woods." That made perfect sense. Sebastian lowered his bow, suspicious blue eyes trained on her as he let it rest it by his side, ready to fire if needs be. "There must be more to this tale."

“Your Highness,” he bowed low before the Queen of Ferelden, straightening a moment later, wearing a thin smile. “I’m not exactly sure why I would appear familiar to you. It is more likely that you’ve met another member of my family, my lady.”

“Ah, could be possible, What family are you from?” She smiled and tilted her head curiously, “You sound as if you hale from Starkhaven.”

A light chuckle rumbled in his throat. "Correct. Sebastian Vael, Prince and ruler of Starkhaven. Or... At least I will be, once I return there."

#wardenqueen

“Creature?” She didn’t step further, “I am no creature, I am a human. I live in these wilds, I have since I was born.”

The prince remained still. Until it was clear that she would be no threat to him he would not lower his guard. "You... live here?"

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“Maker’s breath,” a pause followed by the reluctant lad, his footing shifting ever slightly. “This is so stupid.” Another reluctant pause. “I’m Duncan. Of the Gray Wardens.”

#orlesianwarden #( it's no problem c: hello there )

"Well met, Duncan," his greeting came with a smile, along with a questioning look as he sensed the other's discomfort. "Ah, a warden? I've only met one before you. That is quite an honour."

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“Visitor, Welcome to the Royal Court of Denerim!” Avery waved from her throne, “You look… Familiar, are you a noble good sir?”

#wardenqueen #( and hello to you too~ )

"Your Highness," he bowed low before the Queen of Ferelden, straightening a moment later, wearing a thin smile. "I'm not exactly sure why I would appear familiar to you. It is more likely that you've met another member of my family, my lady."

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Morrigan looked at the man suspiciously, “You look as if you are from the Chantry, what are you doing in the wilds. You are no templar.”

#( hullo c: )#thekocariwitch

Sebastian knew he was being followed and had for quite some time now. He turned with his bow at the ready, arrow trained in the direction the voice had come from. Even as the witch came forth he did not lower it. "What manner of creature are you?"

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Letting her hand rest against his shoulder, she just listen to him talk, nodding her head at times where she agrees with his statement. “Fate always have an interesting way of popping in at times.” Noticing the smile upon his lips, she was glad that she was able to help in some way.

Removing her hand off his shoulder, continue to sit there, as they exchange smiles as he said that when she goes to the market to shop for fur, that she wouldn’t be alone. “Maybe we could make sure that the Tem-,” stopping in mid-sentence, she just shook her head, and said as an afterthought. “Thank you, Sebastian.”

#( I wasn't too sure who to couple Sebastian with either c: )#( it's kinda cute )#bethanysunshinehawke

"As long as I'm around, no one will bother you. You have my word. You're too good a person to be locked away from the world, Mistress Hawke."

He almost regretted saying that, but he meant it. He still had reservations where mages were concerned, yet the younger Hawke sibling wasn't a vengeful malificar to fear. The mages of the circle would do better to follow her example. She had a light heart, the nickname that the dwarf had bestowed upon her more than fitting, and Sebastian found the whole thing... unsettling.

He shifted in place, armour feeling far too heavy. "No thanks necessary. The templars would do better to look elsewhere. There is no threat here."

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#( OH MAKER )

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Frowning slightly as she heard him saying negative things about how there is no use of sitting around and moping. Tighten her grip on his shoulder as she said, “Don’t. Sebastian, you’ll be a great prince. Don’t doubt that. If you want, you can talk to me about your worries. Though I don’t know much about royalty and such things.”

The frown had disappeared as she smiled at him and gave out a small giggle. “I’ll hold you to that.”

#( it works! which is odd but strangely believable and sweet ouo )#bethanysunshinehawke

"I will... try my best. If it is meant to be, it is meant to be. If not I will continue to live as I always have. It's merely a foreign concept, that's all. I never thought I'd be taking up that role," he sighed, shaking his head. Time to let the matter die. He turned to her and the sight of her smile brought a new one to his face. At least she had faith in him, however misplaced it may or not be.

"I keep all my promises, my lady. Even the little ones. When that day at the market comes you shall not be alone."

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Hearing his reassuring words about that the everything will work out once the expedition comes to an end and that she would have her title and all the furs she wanted. Giving him a smile of thanks of reassuring her and keeping her from the darker thoughts that has been nagging her about something might happen to her or her brother down in the expedition. “When that day comes, I’ll drag you along since obviously you know your furs.”

Hearing him saying that he has been alright in a health wise and that the viscount hasn’t still given him an audience with. Not knowing how to comfort him, since she had never been in his shoes to give him the right words of comfort like she wish she could do. Instead, looking towards his hands, but noticed it was under his chin, she had settled with placing her hand on his shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, I bet he’ll see you really soon, Sebastian.”