Chapter 125: Unexpected Results

“If you two don’t mind, could we talk?”

Seranni nodded, but Velanna sniffed derisively. “We need to speak with the Warden Commanders, as I understand it, Shemlen. We don’t have time for idle chatter.”

I stiffened, annoyed at her continuing rudeness. Not that it’s surprising, but ... seriously?

Seranni barked something at her in Elvish, and Velanna blanched, softening her tone. “My sister sickens. These delays cannot be healthy. Please.”

I nodded. “I have my husband and brother’s leave to speak for them about your ... situation. No more delays, I promise. Please, follow me.”

I turned and headed towards the small sitting room, trying to look confident, hoping the two would actually follow me. I heard a flurry of elvish from Seranni, obviously chastising her sister once again, and then breathed a sigh of relief as several sets of footsteps followed me out of the main hall.

I motioned to chairs inside the sitting room, seating myself on one after the two sat down; Wulf lingered behind me, foregoing a chair and leaning against the wall imposingly.

Velanna eyed me suspiciously. “Why are you the one we must talk to?”

“Didn’t jump back quickly enough when they asked for volunteers?” I joked. Velanna’s expression grew even more annoyed, and I sighed. “We thought it might be easier for you. Two large human men can be ... intimidating. We were hoping this would be less uncomfortable.”

“So a flat-ear and a shem noblewoman were supposed to make us feel at home? I am not intimidated by two men.”

“Of course you aren’t,” I muttered, trying to avoid rolling my eyes. “I am not your typical noblewoman, and Wulf’s upbringing was ... unique, but he isn’t from any Alienage. If you give us a chance, we may surprise you.”

Seranni and Velanna held a brief, acrimonious conversation in elvish; Velanna flushed, Seranni just looked frustrated, but eventually both nodded their agreement.

I took a deep breath.

“What I am going to tell you, you must promise to keep to yourselves. No one outside of the Grey Wardens knows, and the order is known for keeping their secrets. Those in Weisshaupt, the home of the original Grey Warden order, would not hesitate to have you killed for this knowledge. The Wardens here have separated themselves from Weisshaupt, but the risk remains. However,” I held up a hand to forestall Velanna’s obvious question, “we believe you deserve to know before you make your decisions.”

“What decision?” Velanna demanded. Seranni rolled her eyes at her sister, but the mage continued, “Just cure her. We do not desire any knowledge of your precious Wardens.”

“I know. But it isn’t that easy, unfortunately.”

Seranni squeezed Velanna’s arm in warning. “We will hear you out.”

“I need your word that you will not tell anyone the secrets you hear today. Not your friends or family, not your clan or Keeper.”

They nodded, Seranni looking curious, Velanna suspicious. “We give you our word.” Velanna said it out loud, for which I was grateful. Seranni’s agreement was apparent.

I sighed. “There is no cure for the darkspawn taint. No one who is infected will survive it.”

Velanna sputtered indignantly, while Seranni slumped, looking defeated.

I held up my hand again. “However, there is a way to slow down the progression.” Velanna lapsed into silence, while Seranni just stared at me with tear-filled eyes. “Normally an infected person would turn into a ghoul within a few days; there is a way to stretch that time out to years. Thirty, possibly even fifty years. Enough time to live a mostly normal life, assuming you are infected as an adult. However, there is a cost.”

I had both of their attention, and they stared at me as though transfixed. Neither even made a move to interrupt, which was so out of character for Velanna I nearly laughed.

“Grey Wardens have purposefully exposed themselves to the taint, in a special ritual that is responsible for the delay. That ritual makes a person into a Grey Warden, and it is the only way to slow the progression.

“It is not without risk. It is very unpleasant. Some who undergo the ritual will not survive – exposing yourself to the taint is not for the weak. And those who survive are ... changed. They are stronger, more dexterous, have greater stamina, and can sense the darkspawn; darkspawn can also sense them. They see the darkspawn in their dreams. But they also must dedicate their lives to fighting darkspawn.

“If you stay, you may visit your clan, but you will never truly be one of them again. They will not understand the sacrifices you make to save them. You wouldn’t fit in, even if you tried. Even those who try to run away ... they are still Grey Wardens. The taint is in their blood. One day, they will still become ghouls, unless they die first.

“So that is your choice, Seranni. Die now of the taint – either as a ghoul or during the Joining – or live a life very different from what you had planned, and die from the taint later.”

“I’m not much of a fighter.” Seranni worried at her lower lip with her teeth. “You said I’d have to fight darkspawn?”

“You’ll learn, if you choose to stay. We have many talented fighters in the Order. I couldn’t fight either, when I first met the Wardens. They’ll assess your skills and help you train in whatever style seems to fit. And I understand you’re skilled with plants and herbs? We could use that. You’ll be able to contribute.”

“What about my sister?” the blonde asked.

“We understand that Velanna has been exiled from your clan. It is possible that returning with a treaty of mutual aid negotiated with the Arl of Amaranthine would ameliorate that, and she could return home ... but we would also be willing to offer the Joining to her.”

“Since Seranni is not an experienced fighter, I suppose this is your way of forcing me to become a Warden?” Velanna snapped. I could see hurt, resentment, but also fear in her eyes. She thinks we’ll let Seranni die if she refuses.

I sighed again. “It’s an offer, not a demand. Your skills would be useful, but you have the option to leave. We thought you might want to stay together. Arl Nathaniel,” I refused to call him Arl Howe, “would like the opportunity to make a treaty with your clan, with any nearby clans. Non-aggression, trade deals, that sort of thing. So you could go back to your clan. I’m sure they’d take you when you could guarantee them safe ground in Ferelden.”

“Why would you do that?” Velanna asked, looking unexpectedly vulnerable. “I...”

“We aren’t monsters, Velanna. I know you’ve had bad experiences. I’ve seen others with worse, believe me.” I felt Wulf twitch at my back, and I knew he understood I was thinking about Kallian. “Elves are treated worse than slaves, and the Dalish are treated like vermin to be exterminated. I don’t agree with it. I wasn’t raised to think like that. The King, the Arl ... they’re trying to change it.

“But among the Wardens, everyone is equal. No one cares if you’re human, elf, or dwarf, male or female. All that matters is that you fight darkspawn. A lot of Wardens were outcasts of some sort – some were criminals, some just didn’t fit in, some acquired the taint and couldn’t survive any other way. No one asks, and no one cares. The Wardens are a family – dysfunctional, probably, but always there for each other. And if you wish to remain with your sister as a Warden, we would not say no. However, even if only one of you survives, we expect the other to remain with us, and that may be difficult to accept.”

I turned to Wulf. “Anything you’d like to add?”

He shook his head, unkempt mane of hair flying. “Just that what Sierra says is true. The Wardens treat me no differently than any of the humans or dwarves. I hadn’t expected that. It’s hard work, but it’s fulfilling, too.”

I turned back to the two women. “I’ll leave you to talk. Ask for me or Wulf if you have questions. But if you choose to stay, we should do the Joining no later than tomorrow morning.” I gestured at the black veins creeping up Seranni’s arms. “Wait too long, and the chances of success go down.”

I left them there with Wulf, and went in search of my husband. I found him with Aedan and Sigrun; the dwarf was smiling and nodding, and I gathered she’d agreed to become a Warden. They were telling her she would still be a member of the Legion of the Dead, and she assured them she would gladly give her loyalty to another group who fought darkspawn in any way they could, like the Legion.

She grinned at me, and I welcomed her warmly, but briefly, before excusing myself.

“I’m going to go take a nap,” I explained, pulling out of Alistair’s arms.

“It’s been a rough few days,” Aedan agreed. “Get some rest; we will see you at dinner.” He gestured to the door. “Why don’t you show me just how good you are with those daggers, Sigrun?” They left together, discussing weapons and sparring.

“Can I join you?” my husband asked, cupping my cheek with one big hand.

I looked up at him, his ridiculously handsome face bearing a slight smirk, eyes twinkling, and I shivered slightly at the promise I saw there. I nodded, and without a word, he took my hand and led me up the stairs.

Alistair’s lips were on mine the moment our door closed, his hands weaving into my curly hair, and I grabbed a handful of his tunic to hang on as I opened my mouth for him. His chest was hard and warm under my fingers, and his tongue stroked mine until I moaned, breathless.

“I thought we were going to be napping?” I panted.

“Oh, we will.” He stepped away, pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing his perfect sculpted abs and shoulders. “After,” he continued, turning back and stalking towards me.

I squealed as he scooped me up into his arms and practically threw me at the bed; I scrambled backwards towards the headboard as he prowled after me, crawling onto the bed with a predatory grin. He reached out and grabbed my ankle, my dress riding up my thighs as he pulled me towards him, and I giggled as his head burrowed down underneath the voluminous fabric of my skirts.

I stopped giggling when his fingers slipped my smalls aside and his tongue lapped into my folds, grazing my pearl before delving deeper to press into my entrance; he nudged my legs over his shoulders as he thrust into me, and I gasped and writhed under his ministrations. He’d taken me from drowsy and stressed to almost-orgasmic inferno in mere moments, and I fisted the blankets under me as he began plunging his tongue into me for real. He brought me to my peak quickly, fingers teasing my pearl, tongue inside me, and I screamed as I came, vision greying out around the edges.

Alistair licked me gently, prolonging my orgasm and carrying me through several aftershocks, finally pulling away to push up onto his knees, my legs still propped on his shoulders. He licked his lips in exaggerated fashion before pressing a kiss to one bony ankle.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, and I blushed – not that anyone would be able to tell with how flushed I was. My dress was puddled at my hips, and he grinned at me, suddenly almost shy. “I suppose now would be a good time to take this off?”

I laughed out loud, swinging my legs down to stand beside the bed, fingers going to the buttons down the front of my gown. Alistair helped me, and after much giggling and tickling, I finally stepped out of my now-wrinkled dress, tossing it into the hamper with a sigh. Alistair pulled me to him, and my breasts pressed up against his bare chest, his erection tenting his trousers between us.

I slipped off my smalls, then reached down to run my hands over the bulge, making him gasp. “Now, let’s see what we can do about this, shall we?”

I unlaced his trousers as he watched, eyes dark; snaking one hand inside as soon as they were loose, I grasped him gently, enjoying the velvet-over-steel feel of his impressive length in my palm. Growling slightly, he stepped off the bed to shuck his trousers completely before gently lifting me, bridal style, and climbing back on to the bed with me in his arms. He set me down softly, his bulky form leaning over top of me, and I spread my legs to allow him to settle against me, skin to skin. I sighed, enjoying the heaviness and pressure of him over me, and the feel of his hardness nestled against my slick folds.