“I miss you,” Alistair says quietly. “I wish it were simpler.”

He smiles, but it’s not the same one he used to give you. The one accompanied by soft eyes and a nervous laugh. This one is tired; the weight of his crown is too heavy for his shoulders. You’d pushed the idea of him becoming king of Ferelden; and he left you for his duties.

“I can’t stop myself from loving you. It’s like a curse.” One he doesn’t wish to rid.