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-Female Inquisitor-
“I want someone who… sweeps me off my feet, who gives me flowers and reads me poetry by candlelight. I want the ideal.”
Those were the words that echoed through the Inquisitor’s head as she prepared to court the Right Hand of the Divine. Cassandra was a proud warrior – no one could deny that.
At the same time, she was a kind-hearted and passionate woman. She was someone people followed because they wanted to, not because they had to.
She was a romantic at heart, and honestly, so was the Inquisitor. So it was no surprise that she had fallen for Cassandra.
When Cassandra listed the things she wanted from her partner, the Inquisitor found herself ecstatic because she wanted to perform these tasks for a person she loved. She had always dreamed of sweeping someone off their feet, literally and metaphorically. She wanted to spend hours picking just the right bouquet of flowers to present to her lover, and to have them look at them in awe. She had read romantic verses from cultures around Thedas, and imagined expressing them to her beloved before leaning in to give them a passionate kiss.
What Cassandra wanted was exactly what the Inquisitor wanted to give, and she was excited to finally be able to enact her plan for someone who wouldn’t find it over-the-top or incredibly cheesy. She would be able to express her full heart to her true love.
The Inquisitor was already plenty strong, so there was no need to worry about sweeping the other woman off of her feet. Hopefully, with the rest of what she had planned, the metaphorical sweeping would come later.
Whenever she went on missions outside of Skyhold, she made sure to pick some flowers. It wasn’t just because there weren’t many flowers to be found in or around their snowy fortress – she wanted Cassandra to see that she was thinking about her everywhere she went. The flowers were diverse, and each were beautiful in their own way.
Finally, the Inquisitor spent the little free time she had between missions and meetings scouring their collection of books for the perfect poem. She figured someone like Cassandra would be well-read in the classics, so perhaps she could find one that was less well-known.
A few days later, everything was prepared. The Inquisitor had dropped obvious hints that she was interested in courting Cassandra, and it seemed that she had noticed them. She had invited the other woman up to her quarters one evening, and was pleased that she had accepted.
It was only a few moments before the agreed upon time, and the Inquisitor was making some last minute adjustments to her quarters. She had gone a little overboard with the flowers, and currently had half a dozen vases filled with them. She made sure that they were spaced evenly around the room, and far away from the lit candles.
She was looking over the poem she selected when a strong knock came at her door. She had told the rest of the Inquisition that she had some personal business to attend to this evening and to not bother her unless strictly necessary, so it was with a spring in her step and hope in her heart that she opened the door and found the woman of her dreams on the other side.
“Good evening, Inquisitor,” Cassandra said curtly.
Rather than admonishing her for being so formal, the Inquisitor merely replied, “Good evening to you as well, Cassandra.” Gesturing towards her bedroom, she added, “Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.”
Cassandra stepped into the room, and an audible gasp followed. The Inquisitor watched as she looked around, walking up to one of the vases and delicately touching the petals of the flowers.
She turned towards the Inquisitor. “This is –”
“For you.” The Inquisitor stepped up and pulled a wildflower from behind her back. She gently tucked it behind Cassandra’s ear. “Beautiful,” she murmured.
Cassandra turned away. “I thought I had told you that I did not wish to be courted by you. It cannot happen between us.”
The Inquisitor smiled. “Yet you still came.” Her smile brightened when Cassandra didn’t respond. “I know that you’re the Right Hand of the Divine and that I am the Herald of Andraste, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. At the end of the day, we are just two women who have feelings. My feelings are for you, and I hope that you feel the same.”
Cassandra was quiet for a long moment. The Inquisitor gave her all the time she needed. True, she felt that Cassandra harbored the same feelings, but she wanted the other woman to confirm it with as little pressure as possible.
The Inquisitor jumped slightly when the other woman snatched the paper with her poem out of her hand. “And what is this, Inquisitor?” She smirked as she skimmed the contents.
“Ah!” The Inquisitor snatched the paper away, tucking it into her pocket. “It’s supposed to be listened to, not read.”
Cassandra laughed. “I see. I apologize for reading it without permission.” She took a step closer. “May I hear it?”
The Inquisitor copied her. “Well, it is quite an intimate poem. I wouldn’t want to read it for someone who wasn’t my lover.”
Cassandra blushed. “I suppose… we could try.”
The Inquisitor tilted her head, feigning ignorance. “Try…?”
The other woman huffed. “Being a couple!” She shoved her. “You are insufferable!”
This time, it was the Inquisitor’s turn to chuckle. “I can’t argue with that. But I’m grateful that you will still give me a chance despite that.” Enacting the last part of her plan, she wrapped one arm around Cassandra’s shoulders and the other under her knees. Lifting up the woman, she laughed again as Cassandra spluttered.
“P-Put me down!”
“But why? Didn’t you say you wanted someone to sweep you off your feet?”
“Put me down this instant or I’ll slice you open here and now!”
“Now, now. Is that how someone should speak to the Inquisitor?”
Cassandra shoved the Inquisitor as best as she could given her position. The force of the action caused the Inquisitor to lose her balance. Luckily, the two were right next to her bed, and they landed on top of it.
“Cassandra, we’ve only just become a couple and you’re already tackling me to the bed? It seems like we’re skipping a few steps in this courtship.”
She huffed. “You are an instigator and you know it. However,” she leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips, “I suppose we could continue since we are here already.”
The Inquisitor blushed from her forwardness. “B-But what about the poem?”
“Mm. You could always read it to me later.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea.” She leaned up to give Cassandra another kiss, this one more passionate than the first.