Wise men say only fools rush in, but Alistair couldn’t help falling in love with you. There was just something about you. Everything you did drew him in—the way your lips moved when you talked, the little frown when you didn’t like something, even the smallest gesture. He wasn’t just captivated by your beauty; he was lost in who you were. It was a feeling he’d never known, deep and new, yet he welcomed it.

Around you, Alistair turned into a flustered mess. Just talking to you made his head spin, and being near you sent waves of nerves through him. He hoped you hadn’t noticed, but everyone else in the party clearly had.

This morning was no different. You and Alistair were the only ones awake, both of you stirred by the usual Grey Warden nightmares. You sat by the campfire, bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn, looking as though you were glowing.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Somehow, the sunrise made you even more enchanting. Your voice drifted around him like music, and he felt like he was under a spell. Alistair tried to shake himself out of it, managing only a nod.

“Yes! I—uh, I agree,” he stammered, clearing his throat. He hadn’t actually heard what you’d said; he was too distracted by how breathtaking you looked in the morning light. “Sorry, could you... repeat that?