With a reputation tarnished by falsehoods, twenty-one year old Sansa Stark in unable to find herself a husband in a time where a woman’s utmost requirement is to be married off. At wit’s end, and fed up with her turning down every husband he can find for her, Ned Stark arranges one final match for his eldest daughter; only this time, her charming suitor is a former acquaintance.
I took some liberties with the theme; there’s no denying that. But it’s also the only thing I could conjur up today so let’s just… go with it? I’m leaving it with one chapter for now, but if it’s enjoyed then I may write more to it one day. Anyways, enjoy! :)
Prompt from loonyloopy : Cullen/Quizzie in the snow.
After searching for the Inquisitor, Cullen ends up taking a bold step forward.
Cullen urged his horse onwards, his eyes narrowed against the blinding white of endless snow. Having Skyhold surrounded by mountain may have been a wise tactical move but it made it bloody impossible to find the Inquisitor when she went wandering. He called out to her again. His own voice echoed back.
With another curse, he followed the set of tracks that zig-zagged towards the summit. Halfway to the top, he abandoned the mount, not wanting to strain the poor creature.
“Inquisitor!” he yelled through cupped hands.
Anxiety gnawed up through his gut towards his heart. If she was alone… These mountains were still relatively unknown—caves, pitfalls, unseen crevices: never mind the risk of bears or brigands.
Maker’s breath; why had no one gone with her?!
Cullen scaled the mountain as fast as his legs could push, his armor jangling in his ears with every step. How long had she been gone? He’d carried her near-frozen body once already. He didn’t have the strength to do it again.
He reached the peak with heaving lungs. The whiteness of the valley blinded him. He called to her again. Agonizing heartbeats passed.
It was a faint whisper barely heard over the wind. He half-wondered if he’d heard the sound at all.