Alistair releases a long sigh as he slumps in his throne, watching the abundance of nobles receed from the throne room. It felt like hours had passed that the court session had been going on, and now that it had ended, he was finally able to deflate from his kingly persona and back to his normal Alistair.

"Felt like we were trapped in the Fade again with how long this court session went on." He groans, the back of his crowned head hitting the plush velvet of his throne chair. Despite the dangers of the Fade, he'd prefer the peril of demons over the nobles constantly at his throat for rather pesky matters.

His eyes turn to his side, his exhausted gaze relaxing at the sight of you, his queen, sitting beside him in your own throne and dressed lavishly. "Maybe you need to pinch me to make sure I'm not really trapped in the Fade, and you aren't some desire demon wanting to get to me." He muses, a tired grin playing on his lips.