(forgive me, anon- I didn’t mean for it to be so angsty, but I’ve had this idea for a while)
“Now let me say a quick goodbye before I change my mind.”
Alistair tried to keep his tone playful as he spoke to Evelyn. Inside, his heart was aching- he hated that she had to stay, and that he had to leave. Her obligations to the wardens superseded her responsibilities to the crown. They had only been married a few months now, and he wanted nothing more than to keep her at his side at court. Maker, how would he ever rule a country without her?
He kissed her cheek, smiling as she turned her chin to catch his lips against hers. Her kiss was soft and sweet, like the kisses she gave him when she’d see him in a few hours. Alistair returned it, understanding the significance. She wouldn’t be long.
Denerim Docks- Amaranthine Ocean
Evelyn wore a perpetual frown the entire trip from the royal palace to the harbor. She thought Alistair couldn’t see her expression, that he was fooled by her forced smile. He knew better by now, knowing when she was upset. He hated this- hated doing this to her. He shouldn’t have any reason to leave her side, especially when he had no way of knowing how long he’d be away. He watched her pull Varric and Isabella aside he gathered his small pack from the horse.
“Keep him safe. I implore you.” Her words were desperate.
Evelyn’s kiss was full of want- pleading silently for him to stay. She whispered I love you and come back over and over, her hands framing his face. When he saw the tears glazing over her eyes, he was almost convinced. This would not be easy.
Alistair watched with downcast eyes as she moved around the room. He had caught her in the middle of the night, gathering her belongings, a note left on her pillow for him. She was afraid- and had been for some time now. The taint was catching up to her, crawling at her skin. He had to admit he noticed how she struggled to sleep through the night. There had been rumors coming out of the Frostbacks, near the Orlesian border, of a potential cure for the blight.
They had made love, and their passion still lingered in the room when she kissed him one last time. He held onto her far longer than he should have- knowing that she needed to do this. It was now or never. Alistair understood, but hoped this would be the last time. He didn’t know how many more times he could handle saying goodbye.