[Dragon Age] Letters To Henry

14 - The Truth Hurts

Lady Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast, Seeker and 78th in line to the Nevarran Throne sighs when she is slowly dragged out of her blissful slumber by a loud amount of shouting coming from outside her door, still in the last haze of sleep she can't pinpoint what is being shouted but she knows they have disturbed her. The Seeker lies still for a moment listening to the screaming of a woman's voice, a woman that is not very happy about something. She hears a door slam outside. Cassandra slowly opens her eyes trying to locate herself; she glances around the large bedroom noticing that she isn't in her room at Skyhold. Her grand double balcony windows are replaced by one tall rectangular one, the drapes are a deep Trevelyan green velvet instead of their usual red and the bed she notices is a traditional Free Marches four-poster bed, complete with thick drapes rather than her luxurious master in her and the Inquisitor's quarters. She lets her eyes move over to the small window seeing the sun shining brightly through the panes, wondering how she has managed to sleep so late into the morning. The Seeker found herself forced from her bed every night recently when the Inquisitor would wake up screaming from a nightmare he could never shake himself from, she often found it impossible to sleep again and would lay awake worrying about Lord Trevelyan.

"Ashton.." Cassandra mumbles when she thinks of him and the suffering she saw him going through when she had to reassure him that they were both safe. The Seeker quickly turns her head to glance down at the bed hoping to see him still sleeping, she sees that the sheets have been pulled back and when she places her hand on the place he should be, she feels that it is still warm from his body. That meant that he had slept at her side all-night, undisturbed and right through until morning. Lady Pentaghast brings her fingers up to her lips when she suddenly remembers last night, they had made up for the lost time and it had felt perfect to be with him again but maybe he had woken up this morning and placed the vial around his neck.

"Hey.." Lord Trevelyan whispers, interrupting her worried thoughts that he had succumbed to the blood magic and was causing havoc somewhere in the house. The Seeker looks up from her spot in the bed to see that he has poked his head around the door, clearly trying to see if she is awake yet. "I didn't want to wake you." The Inquisitor adds nudging the door open with his hip, stepping inside carefully trying not to drop the two mugs that he carries in his hands. Lady Pentaghast watches him close the door with the heel of his bare foot before beginning to walk towards her.

"You didn't." Cassandra sighs gathering the sheet around her as she sits up, leaning back against the headboard eyeing him suspiciously. The Seeker couldn't see anything around his neck but that didn't mean he was still her Inquisitor. Of course, he walked and talked like her Inquisitor, the way he was looking at her right now was one hundred per cent her Inquisitor and he had been her Inquisitor in bed but she couldn't trust the way he made her feel around him. "I didn't know where you were." Cassandra adds watching him saunter towards her noticing the way his light cotton trousers hang low at his hips showing off his tapered v-line. That was all her enticing Inquisitor. He always looked wonderful first thing in the morning, but looks could be deceiving and he might be somewhere else again.

"Good." Lord Trevelyan smiles at her making her heart feel like it's about to burst. "I brought you some tea." He adds as he reaches her side of the bed, she watches him carefully set the mug down on the bedside table, the steam swirling in the cool morning air. "Did you sleep well?" Lord Trevelyan asks leaning over to press a kiss against the top of her head.

"Yes.." Cassandra smiles, she hadn't felt so refreshed for months. There was a lot to be said for having Lord Trevelyan to wake up to, he made even the briefest of sleep feel perfect if he was at her side. "No nightmares?" The Seeker asks him when she sees him shake his head and smile.

They both knew it wouldn't last and they couldn't believe that this one night would be the norm from now on, but it was nice to know he had gotten the rest he so deserved without his demons fighting him. The Inquisitor was troubled by his responsibility and the guilt kept him awake at night. It was the shadows of those he had killed and the monsters under the bed wanting to destroy him as he slept, that would shake him awake at night and leave him trembling with fear.