sob marion

Loghain holding Anora for the first time tho

after hours of waiting outside the birthing room, fully aware of the dangers of childbirth and how quickly both mother and child can be lost, to be finally presented his perfect, beautiful daughter

not caring in the least if it’s not a son, because he knows a woman is as good a fighter as a man, if not more

silently gazing at the sleeping infant, eyes closed, blond curls already visible and skin impossibly soft

holding Ferelden’s future in his arms and wondering what on Thedas he’s done to be blessed with such a precious bundle, feeling a new page has been turned in his life and nothing will ever be the same