“Thom Rainier winner of the Grand Tourney,” Ciara Adaar’s said. Her voice was loud, crisp and clear.
Blackwall turned in time to catch the apple that she had aimed at his head.
“My Lady I--”
“You told me that story when we first arrived at Skyhold. How you and the Chevalier held off all comers and you became Champion.” She folded her arms across her chest and leant against one of the barns wooden pillars.
Blackwall’s chin lifted, his posture straightened. “I did, yes.”
“Except you were Thom Rainier then, not Blackwall. Someone might have figured you out. I could have figured it out if I wasn’t--”. She hesitated before continuing. “Tell me, what year was it, that you became Champion?”
He coughed nervously, “The year -- a while ago.”
“U-huh.” She held her hand out for the apple.
He placed it gently in her hand, “I didn’t lie about that.”
“I know you didn’t,” she said before …show more content…
You can find that there. That’s worthy.”
He nodded, “Yes there’s that.”
Her tone softened, “You said you loved me Thom. That you were a man with his heart laid bare. Did you ever think that I, a mere beast, wasn’t worthy of you?”
Blackwall sighed and took a step towards her. “My lady--”
She put her hand up, “Stop. Stop calling me that. My name is Ciara.”
“Alright then. My heart is still yours, Ciara. I never thought of you that way, maybe when you were a child and I was a fool I said some things -- but know now, not since we met -- not since we met with you as an adult that is -- have I ever thought of you as anything other than a leader to follow, or a woman to love.” He rubbed his hands together nervously, “However, if you wish me gone to the wardens I’ll go now. I am yours to command. I will always be yours to command.”
Ciara sighed and dug her heel into floor. “No, No I don’t wish for that.” She looked him over and took a deep breath. “My apartment, after supper and final Chantry mass for the evening.” She thumped a fist on the pillar. “Don’t be
Blackwall turned in time to catch the apple that she had aimed at his head.
“My Lady I--”
“You told me that story when we first arrived at Skyhold. How you and the Chevalier held off all comers and you became Champion.” She folded her arms across her chest and leant against one of the barns wooden pillars.
Blackwall’s chin lifted, his posture straightened. “I did, yes.”
“Except you were Thom Rainier then, not Blackwall. Someone might have figured you out. I could have figured it out if I wasn’t--”. She hesitated before continuing. “Tell me, what year was it, that you became Champion?”
He coughed nervously, “The year -- a while ago.”
“U-huh.” She held her hand out for the apple.
He placed it gently in her hand, “I didn’t lie about that.”
“I know you didn’t,” she said before …show more content…
You can find that there. That’s worthy.”
He nodded, “Yes there’s that.”
Her tone softened, “You said you loved me Thom. That you were a man with his heart laid bare. Did you ever think that I, a mere beast, wasn’t worthy of you?”
Blackwall sighed and took a step towards her. “My lady--”
She put her hand up, “Stop. Stop calling me that. My name is Ciara.”
“Alright then. My heart is still yours, Ciara. I never thought of you that way, maybe when you were a child and I was a fool I said some things -- but know now, not since we met -- not since we met with you as an adult that is -- have I ever thought of you as anything other than a leader to follow, or a woman to love.” He rubbed his hands together nervously, “However, if you wish me gone to the wardens I’ll go now. I am yours to command. I will always be yours to command.”
Ciara sighed and dug her heel into floor. “No, No I don’t wish for that.” She looked him over and took a deep breath. “My apartment, after supper and final Chantry mass for the evening.” She thumped a fist on the pillar. “Don’t be