12. I think we need to talk
Alistair x Roselyn Cousland
The landsmeet was over.
Ferelden had a new King and the traitor Loghain had been executed in a manner which befitted his crimes.
The whole experience had gone more smoothly than anyone could have anticipated. Ser Cauthrian had managed to see reason and kept her life. Most of the nobles in attendance backed Roselyn’s arguments, bolstered by Anora’s eventual support.
Even when Roselyn had turned back on her word and supported Alistair’s claim to the throne, things had remained peaceful. Though Anora’s glare spoke volumes whenever she and Roselyn met eyes across the hall.
Only Alistair was despondent and begrudged with the out come.
There was no desire within him to be King. But, as usual, no one listened to him. Not even Roselyn, the woman he adored, had listened to him. And, on top of being an unwilling King, he was now engaged. That part wasn’t such a problem, he could live with being engaged and marrying her.
He wished it he and Roselyn had become engaged on their own terms. That she had not just sprung it on him in front of the whole Landsmeet.
The only other person who had a face more sour than his own, was Arl Eamon. Alistair had asked him several times over the evening why he looked so cross, but Eamon only smiled at him and told him it was nothing.