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Evelyn throws the marriage contracts into the fire, glaring at her advisers. "No."
"But Inquisitor, now that Coryfeus is defeated, you will be expected to marry." Josephine's expression is one of forced patience.
"No, now get out." Evelyn points to the stairs. Josephine sighs, shaking her head. "And before you get any ideas to agree to someone on my behalf, the day that happens is the day you'll need to find a new Inquisitor." Following them down the stairs, Evelyn shuts the door behind them, and presses her ear against it.
"Send a message back to Denerim, saying yes." Evelyn hears Josephine say in a soft tone.
"I will, but what if she finds out? She is not one to make idle threats."
"Ladies, this is wrong, and I will have no part in it." Cullen's heavy footfalls fade as he stomps away from them.
"We will make sure she doesn't find out until after he arrives." Josephine chuckles. Evelyn locks the door, then tip toes back up the stairs to collect a small bag she packed months ago. Quickly she pens a note to her advisers.
I resign, find yourself a new pawn to play with.
"Cole." Evelyn calls out. The spirit appears before her, with a bag in his hand, daggers on his back.
"You want me to come with you, so I can't tell them you left." Evelyn nods, and presses the button to the trap door.