Chapter Seventy-One: Forgiveness I left Tomas pouring over his maps, and continued on my way to find Alistair; after clearing the main hall, and stealing some bread, cheese, and another apple from a passing servant, I headed up towards his room. As I walked down the hall, munching on my snack, I heard talking; I paused just outside of Theron's open door. He...
A/N: This is a fanfic telling of Dragon Age: Origins, an RPG game produced by Bioware. This interlude is moderately AU involving Fem!Cousland/Cailan Theirin and the events happening before and after the attack on Highever Castle as well as Ostagar. The timeline does jump around a good deal in this tale. So bear with me. ~~~ Highever----4½ years prior to Os...
"Oh God, do we really have to go through another bloody day of this crap? I thought being an international movie star meant you had people to do this for you?" Kate Beckinsale stubbed out a cigarette as she smiled at Tracy Barnem, her personal assistant. Tracy's bright, wide smile brought an answering one to Kate's face as she leafed through some more resume...
She sits on a stool, at the bar, alone. She smiles slightly at her husband's reflection in the mirror over the bar. He looks back at her and winks. He turns to watch as four men in business suits enter the quiet lounge, and sit at a table close to the bar. He sees that they notice her immediately. Why not? She looks stunning tonight. Her long brown hair shi...
Chapter Ten: New Arrivals I found Theron and Tomas, both stripped to the waist, sparring with sticks instead of swords. I could see that Tomas was clearly the better swordsman, despite Theron's relative youth and impressive physique, but he was holding himself back to avoid humiliating Theron outright. I sat down nearby to watch, and Tomas took the opportu...
Introduction "Welcome to Sandler Finishing School, Miss Kennedy" I looked away, panting, embarrassed. I pulled my legs together to hide myself and shuffled up in my seat. Pleasure was still pulsing between my legs and flowing through my body as I breathed deeply, mortified at how I reacted. Professor Goodwin didn't seem to care. She walked around her desk...
Chapter One Hundred Fifteen: DisenChanted I slipped out of the tent, leaving my brother and my husband to 'important' discussions with the new Teyrn. Honestly, the meeting had gone about as well as I could expect, and I was just happy we could hopefully work together as needed, even if we'd never have a familial relationship. I was trying really hard no...
A/N: I'm sorry about the mess with the previous chapters over Christmas. Somehow I uploaded the wrong chapter and it took half a dozen messages and reposting the chapter 3 times -- each of which takes about 4 days to be approved or refused -- before I could convince them to fix it. But it's done, and we're moving on -- the final battle approaches! In respon...
Chapter Seventy-Three: *Seven After surviving the Joining, it took a half hour or so for the three mages to begin to stir. They rose slowly, headaches and the remains of their nightmares disorienting them. We all sat down together in the library and answered questions about the Grey Wardens and the Blight. Being able to give them fifty years instead of thi...
Chapter One Hundred One: Accusation and Explanation *Trigger Warnings: Mentions of all of the Very Bad Things you fear would happen in a medieval dungeon. No detailed descriptions.* Once all of our companions – except Wynne, Aedan, and Duncan, for obvious reasons – were there, Alistair stood. He rubbed at his neck the way Theron always did, and I saw Anor...