Ascendant, Chapter Eleven
“Do you know what you are?” he murmured, stalking close and staring down at her with eyes made of molten emerald glass. “What you used to be?”
The old fury rose, the instinct that burned like a sun caged in her breast. Beside her, the wolf lowered its head and bared its teeth in a warning. Roslyn threaded her hand through its fur, trying to ignore the urge to fight, to fly.
He tilted his head, the hint of a smile on his lips.
“You have no idea, do you?”
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Roslyn Trevelyan is the bastard, elf-blooded daughter of Marcher nobility, a mage that stood at the front of her Circle’s liberation, and now, an unwilling prophet to a world on the brink of change.
Rated M, Solas/Trevelyan
“The Herald proceeded to disarm the man and ask for his surrender, which the commander promptly gave.”
Roslyn gave the tall woman standing next to her a grimace, trying not to let her eyes linger on the long, corded braids of jet black hair that hung behind her head.
She turned back to the small council to find them all staring at her with varied expressions of surprise and confusion.
“Forgive me, my lady,” Cullen started, his voice tight as his eyes seemed to assess her, “but I don’t understand. You did not use your magic?”
“Believe me, Commander, it wouldn’t have been my first choice,” she sighed, wincing as the cut in her shoulder throbbed.
“The Blades of Hessarian value strength of arms and martial ability over the unfair advantage of magic,” the woman said, her deep voice pleasant in the small room. “The Herald proved her capabilities to lead us when she bested our commander without the use of her magical ability.”
Roslyn tried very hard not to frown. It had been a stupid thing to do, she knew that now. The slash across her shoulder and the bite on her ankle were enough to remind her of that, but at the time it had been her only option. Challenge the leader to a trial by combat, without the use of her magic, or allow the insult of murdered Inquisition soldiers and the threat the mercenary company posed to stand.
Though I probably should have let Blackwall do it, all things considered.