Since the night was quite young due to the abrupt closure of our dining, I took it upon myself to indulge in some reading. Perhaps a mere six minutes into my book, if not less, and I would find my quiet disrupted. A knock. Where had the blasted noise come from? My door? Nobody was there. Since there was no knock to follow, I presumed to reading. I spoke too soon. No rest for the wicked,or so they say. This time the knock rang louder, but I found myself still unable to pinpoint it's origin. Despite my search, I had been left empty-handed once more. That was at least until the knock rang once again. This time, with a voice. Dorian.
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The Heart Of A True Tevinter
FanfictionA story of an unsettling arrangement between the two biggest showoffs of Tevinter.
