Sisters of Tevinter

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    Jor took a gasping breath. Vision and sound faded back into existence around her, the fire in her lungs died. 

    She was standing before a wooden throne, Dorian beside her, her companions scattered with drawn weapons, Kaisen- whole, healthy Kaisen, grinning with a knife to Magister Alexius' throat. 

      "You'll have to do better than that," Dorian said cheerfully. 

       Alexius, alive, took a shuddering breath. Stained glass light fell across his features, turning his face blue and Kaisen's hand to gold and roses. 

        Reality crashed like cold water over Jor's heart. She pressed her fist to her brow, dizzy. "Surrender," she said hoarsely, her voice tight with leashed tears and rage. "This is over." 

        Alexius hung his head, closing his eyes. "Take me... There is no more point in continuing this... charade." 

         Cassandra- brave, beautiful Cassandra- undamaged and seeing, yanked the Magister from Kaisen's arms and bound his hands roughly behind him. "You can testify to your crimes before the Chantry," she growled. 

         "Well that was easy." Iron Bull smiled slightly, though his tone rang with disappointment as he shouldered his bladed maul. 

          Jor's knees nearly gave out in relief. 

         "I thought it was fun," Kaisen chirped, beaming. 

        Jor surged forward and grabbed her sister in a suffocating embrace, tucking her against her chest, her hand buried in her sister's smooth red hair. 

        "Woah." The Crow's voice was muffled against Jor's scarf. "Okay?" She patted the scholar's back hesitantly. 

        Jor said nothing, tears gathering in her lashes as she buried her face in the leather of Kaisen's jacket. 

        "Well. I'm glad that's over," Dorian declared brightly. The doors of the chamber banged open, suddenly lined with marching chevaliers. The mage's expression fell to ruination and a scowl. "Or not." 

         A banner emblazoned with Ferelden's golden lions was hoisted high by a page blowing a twisting horn. A man with chestnut hair and prim woman in a long white gown strode into the chamber. 

        "Your majesties," Dorian said silkily, giving a low, bitter bow. Cassandra looked like she was about to pass out, barely focused on holding the brooding Alexius. "King Alistair." 

         Grand Enchantress Fiona stepped from the shadows, free of crystal, wringing her hands. "...Hello, your majesties." 

         Iron Bull cast Jor a dead eyed glance, as if barely restraining a gag. The scholar released Kaisen quickly, turning to face the noble intrusion. 

         The woman- the queen- spoke first. "Grand Enchantress Fiona. By decree of the Fereldan Court, you and your mages are to be evicted from Redcliffe. Wholly and permanently."

          Fiona froze, blood draining from her face. "Your eminence, I don't understand-"

          "Your people actively slaughtered citizens of this settlement, driving Ferelden soldiers from your gates." The king scowled, raising his voice. "In an attempt to overthrow the ruling of this corner of the kingdom." 

           "Under direction of the Magister-" Fiona protested. 

           "We do not recognize his will. In fact, he will be arrested and tried in a joint court with the Inquisition." The king gave Jor a stiff nod. Cassandra hesitantly handed Alexius over to the knight who held out his hands demandingly, irons dangling from his gauntlets.