Alistair, despite being a king, never forgot to be a warrior and his training as a Warden. That's why he was always an alert sleeper. He could sleep on a high-class bed under silk and satin, and still wake up with the slightest movement. That's how it was that night.

Hearing a rustle, he opened his eyes, but he wasn't scared. He pushed himself up into a sitting position to look at the other half of king-size bed, which was empty. This didn't surprise him because it had been happening more and more often in recent nights. His beloved began to hear the Calling. Although this was only the beginning, it meant that her life was coming to end.

Alistair, even though he had gone through Joining earlier, still didn't feel it. But his queen had always been more sensitive to Blight. After all, she was the chosen one who took the Archdemon's life.

He found her sitting on the windowsill, staring out the window and lost in thought.

"My queen." He whispered, feels how heavy is his heart. He slowly walked over to her to embrace her silently. He pulled her to his chest, bending his head to kiss her hair. She might have been a great warrior and heroine, but to him she was his treasure.

Alistair knew the consequences of becoming Grey Warden. He knew what he would have to face on his own. But when he joined the order, he only thought about what awaited him. He didn't expect that the love of his life would follow the same path. And it was much more terrifying than experiencing the Calling himself.