Alistair sat alone on the docks of Lake Calenhad, staring out at the calm waters of the lake. He swung his legs over the edge of the wooden pier, lost in thought while he twirled a rose between his fingertips. It's pink petals glowed heavenly under the moonlight, the hue being similar to the faint blush on his cheeks.

He had picked up this rose while he was in Lothering. Alistair didn't understand why he did, but he had a feeling that it was related to you. Ever since he met you back when there were more than two Grey Wardens he felt this fluttering feeling in his stomach and his palms would get all sweaty. Before he could dwell on that thought, he head the soft sound of your footsteps approaching behind him.

Alistair quickly hid the rose he was holding and looked up at you, a faint yet adorable blush painted on his cheeks. "Oh hey there! What, erm....What brings you this far from camp?"