Chapter Text
Dear Diary,
I may have found it! After months of research I am so close to a cure for the calling. This endeavor is close to my heart being that my love and I would have to share the calling's tragic pulling towards our deaths. The country would be in disarray.
I love my King too much to let him go. And he doesn't know my surprise yet. Before I left we spent the night together, as per usual. Soon into my journey I became ill, constantly vomiting. I am with child. Fortunately I was able to contact a mage healer who knew my family in Highever, Kara, and she has joined me to monitor my health as well as the unborn child. I can't wait to tell Alistair, and Fergus, and my old traveling companions back when I was just The Warden. Oh and maybe the Wardens I recruited from around Amaranthine. The Theirin line will have an heir to the throne and Ferelden will be overjoyed when they learn of this. The pregnancy makes it easier to keep my identity a secret due to the fact that no one knows that I am with child.
I don't do much fighting anymore, I leave that to my guards although I do guide them as I did when I was Warden Commander. I guess some habits are hard to break.
I can't wait to be home and tell Alistair. He will be thrilled. I miss him dearly. I can't wait to be home again and live my happily ever after.
-Elizabeth Cousland Theirin
Queen of Ferelden