[ The healer bows, takes her leave. The queen sits very still before hurrying to her feet and following suit, slipping out into the hall and pressing her back to the closed door.
Life seems impossible now. What had begun for her as indescribable tragedy and hardship, the slaughter of her family, the massacre at Ostagar, the struggle of the Fifth Blight... had somehow become this. For lack of a more poignant comparison, it was like starting with some awful-looking insect that transformed by the end into something beautiful. She still has nightmares about it all, but none of them feature darkspawn in a way that is beyond the norm for any Ferelden inhabitant. None of them have the Archdemon, alive or dead, whispering in her slumbering mind. No, they're all normal, because the Warden rulers of the country had found and taken a cure for the taint and lived.
When Robyn Cousland (Theirin) returned to the castle under cover of night to bring the news to her husband, no one else knew. None of the Wardens were made aware of the cure until after the couple had taken it for themselves, barely lived through the experience of a week of terrible sickness. Still, by the grace of the Maker, they'd seen it through and both recovered (in time). And then, the queen and Warden-Commander of Ferelden had taken the information to Weisshaupt for the others. It had been too late for some, for the Grey Wardens who had journeyed into the Deep Roads for their Calling. Still, the majority would and could be saved; she presented the ritual and endured the criticism of her timing in not having brought it first to them.
She didn't deny that it would have been the right thing to do, but for once, she'd been selfish and had gone to Denerim first.
That was some time ago. With the cure in their hands, the Wardens were no longer bound to live and die by their cursed blood. Meanwhile, Ferelden had a greater chance than ever of seeing the Theirin line continue, which had been the very reason for the healer's visit in the first place. It's why Robyn is moving quickly through the halls in search of Alistair, eyes bright and not quite able to keep the youthful smile from her face. ]
Your Majesty, may I speak privately with you? [ Finally. She'd found him just finishing a meeting with, of all people, Bann Teagan. He'll need to know before long, too, but for now, she inclines her head politely and lays a hand on Alistair's arm. ]
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Life seems impossible now. What had begun for her as indescribable tragedy and hardship, the slaughter of her family, the massacre at Ostagar, the struggle of the Fifth Blight... had somehow become this. For lack of a more poignant comparison, it was like starting with some awful-looking insect that transformed by the end into something beautiful. She still has nightmares about it all, but none of them feature darkspawn in a way that is beyond the norm for any Ferelden inhabitant. None of them have the Archdemon, alive or dead, whispering in her slumbering mind. No, they're all normal, because the Warden rulers of the country had found and taken a cure for the taint and lived.
When Robyn Cousland (Theirin) returned to the castle under cover of night to bring the news to her husband, no one else knew. None of the Wardens were made aware of the cure until after the couple had taken it for themselves, barely lived through the experience of a week of terrible sickness. Still, by the grace of the Maker, they'd seen it through and both recovered (in time). And then, the queen and Warden-Commander of Ferelden had taken the information to Weisshaupt for the others. It had been too late for some, for the Grey Wardens who had journeyed into the Deep Roads for their Calling. Still, the majority would and could be saved; she presented the ritual and endured the criticism of her timing in not having brought it first to them.
She didn't deny that it would have been the right thing to do, but for once, she'd been selfish and had gone to Denerim first.
That was some time ago. With the cure in their hands, the Wardens were no longer bound to live and die by their cursed blood. Meanwhile, Ferelden had a greater chance than ever of seeing the Theirin line continue, which had been the very reason for the healer's visit in the first place. It's why Robyn is moving quickly through the halls in search of Alistair, eyes bright and not quite able to keep the youthful smile from her face. ]
Your Majesty, may I speak privately with you? [ Finally. She'd found him just finishing a meeting with, of all people, Bann Teagan. He'll need to know before long, too, but for now, she inclines her head politely and lays a hand on Alistair's arm. ]
If you have no other business...