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Wraith lay in the double bed, her mind clouded with the pain from her neck. She tried to bite back a scream, failing horribly
“Fenedhis!”
Of all the shit she'd experianced, the sleepless nights, the injuries and headaches, this was by far the worst. Her mind kept stuttering over words, she couldn't think straight. A vague memory of throwing herself out of the path of the Archdemon’s flames surfaced, along with other, far more painful memories. One of Alistair leaving the Landsmeet when she recruited Loghain to save their lives. At least the treacherous man was dead, along with the Archdemon. At least Alistair would be safe.
“Halam’shivanas, the sweet sacrifice of duty.” She thought to herself, as she started to slip away
Wraith, wake up!” Alistair whispered as he looked down on her. Her brown hair was matted with blood and Maker knew what else while armour had been removed in favour of a white gown of sorts. In desperation, he pulled her into a gentle embrace, shaking her from the stupor.
“Alistair! How did you-” She murmured, her voice flooded with pain
“You aren’t in your bedroom. You’re in the palace, I climbed through the window.”
“I’m so sorry Alistair, I just wanted to protect you...” She managed, barely staying awake.
At first, Alistair wanted nothing more than for Wraith to feel guilty, but when he saw the tears in her brown eyes he melted like ice on a scorching day.
“That’s okay Wraith. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
He wanted to stay with her, more than anything else the Maker could offer. But she had her duty, and Anora would kill him if she ever saw him. So when he heard footsteps coming down the corridor, he kissed Wraith goodbye and leapt out the window, only to land in the patch of rosebushes beneath her window. Wynne entered, to find Wraith fast asleep, her arm curled around something that wasn't there.