The land's bride - Anora x Cailan
asked you: But maybe something about young Anora just after she became a queen, slowly getting disappointed with her husband and learning to rule in his place?
For all his easy charm and bright smiles, Cailan did not know how to rule. Worse, he thought he could, yet knew nothing. Each decision made needed to be unmade, each meeting held needed to be done anew, each signed document needed to be read through once more.
Anora was learning the art of sweet talking and gentle coaxing, trying to lead a dance she was only supposed to follow. Logic, inflexible persuasion and regal authority were her best resources, and quickly, she found that both husband and Banns would dance to her tune if sang right. Soon, she mastered the Game like no other in Ferelden, and knew no equal to her shrewdness and political instincts.
It was impossible to resent Cailan. Through his incompetency, he had given her the opportunity to rule, and the taste of it had ravished Anora’s mind and senses to the point where she felt power was as natural to her as air was to people.
It was a battle of every instant, yet fight she did, time and time again, and in doing so learned how to rule this country she had been taught to love as fiercely as her father. The nights where Cailan joined her in her bed were the ones she was reminded of that other duty she had put aside, one that she should have favored above all others, according to some.
Yet if this one was undoubtedly more pleasant, still it was not the one she relished the most. True power was not in the womb, but in the mind.
She was married to Ferelden, and that was all that mattered.