Bethany Hawke || Grey Warden (
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Hey Mama Hey Mama - Closed
WHO: Bethany and Aleron
WHAT: Courting Fluff - or Bethany's trying to write a letter.
WHEN: First week of September
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Warnings for bright and cheerful thoughts or slightly less than.
WHAT: Courting Fluff - or Bethany's trying to write a letter.
WHEN: First week of September
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Warnings for bright and cheerful thoughts or slightly less than.
To The Honorable Lady
Dearest La
To Whom It May Concern
Lady Darton,
You do not know me but I
I care for your son.
I am absolutely mad about your son.
Could I borrow your son for the next twenty or so years?
I wish to court your
Bethany sighed heavily, scratched out that line with her quill, and then rubbed one slightly still ink-damp hand against her forehead, making a face as she realized she just blotted ink on her forehead. She crumpled up the parchment next to her and put it in the neat pile of other rejected letters she had so far written to Aleron's mother.
Who knew that facing Cassandra Pentaghast would be an easier task then facing her beloved's mother? She'd faced ogres, demons, blood mages, darkspawn of every coat and color, abominations and other horrors ...
Yet this letter might have been the scariest thing she had ever done in her life.
Ever.
And she had been to the Fade multiple times.
She rubbed at her nose, putting a slight blot of ink on the tip of her nose, set her shoulders and muttered to herself, "You can do this. You can do this. This is going to be wonderful and marvelous and she is going to ... at least not burn you at the stake. Yes. Good."
She commenced writing once more.
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Now it makes perfect sense.
Not that Aleron can blame Bethany in the slightest for being discomfited at writing to his mother. He requires time and concentration to drum up the resolve to write her, himself. The Dowager Baroness of Endridge is a formidable woman, even when she's down with a summer cold. Nevermind when she's up and running at full steam. What Lady Marlie wants is what Lady Marlie gets, because she makes it so. Only twice in her life has she been fully thwarted: once by her father in arranging her marriage and once when Aleron was packed off by her husband to blunt her attempts at pushing the boy forward ahead of his sister. And she's been making up for both those offenses the rest of her life.
For that matter, Aleron's been paying for her machinations the majority of his life too. Being secluded with the Seekers hasn't prevented her from making her presence known.
"Of course, I'm entirely willing to help..." There is a hesitancy in that statement. Not that he's unwilling, but that he fears his mother is going to lay into the best thing that's happened to him. Ever. And he cannot have that. "Though I can write her instead, if you'd prefer."
He glances to the parchment without reading it, as he's not been given leave to do so quite yet. That is quite a fair amount of strikeouts. "Might I see what you have thus far?"
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"Oh, no, I am courting you -- it's only right if I ask permission. I just ... " She sighed, and gave him a crooked smile as she plucked up the parchment. She offered it up to him to read, "Please, be my guest. I could use some help figuring out the phrasing of, 'I really want to make your son an honest man and a father but only when we get to that bit.' I have a dowry -- Mother and Marian put it aside for me, even though I was in the Grey Wardens. Never thought I would use it so ... well. Perhaps I could bribe her with sweets and gold?"
She is joking. Mostly.
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"Do you truly? Want children, that is."
He's been hounded the last ten years that it's beyond time for him to get on with his life and supply the vastly desired additional grandchildren. This year past has only fueled his mother's insistence more. Not that he is contrary enough to refuse just to spite her. But he has been so lost and alone it seemed too unlikely, and undeserved. That and there is that fear of what if? What if again?
The parchment is placed to the side, and Aleron reaches for both Bethany's hands. His eyes are lit with an excitement and a hope that one seldom sees outside of talking of obscure historical facts and books. And any mention of one Bethany Hawke.
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"I truly do. But ... I am a Grey Warden."
She exhaled, softly, searching that kind, handsome face. She gave him a quiet, if not slightly sad smile. "It will be difficult for me to bear children - not to carry but to ... become with child. However, it can and it has been done. I just pray you are patient with me, after we are married."
s-so old but too cute
"Of course I would be. But... you are certain that you would be in no danger?"
Because that is what he fears the most. Not that they could possibly not have children, but that so doing would rip her away.
they are the most sweet
Or at least, that was what was thought. Bethany had found the truth to be painfully different. Hence why she wanted to leave the Wardens, and she would do what she had to, to rid herself of the taint and the title. To just be Aleron's wife? To carry his children? That would be enough for her.
She shook her head, "No - for one - the women in my family are known to have multiple children with no issues. My mother had three, after all. Two ... well. The constitution of a Warden is, ahem, highly valued."
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But she's given him hope, and that drives away the awkward embarrassment of more colorful thoughts. All he's ever truly wanted out of life was to be loved, to be wanted. And now he's being offered a second chance at that life, a chance he means not to squander in the slightest.
Since he's yet to relinquish her hands, he lifts them both and leaves a chaste kiss on each of them. "Maker bless you, Bethany." Because invoking the Maker's name is a surefire way to squash naughty thoughts that he shouldn't be entertaining at the moment. "You won't mind?" Ah perhaps he should clarify himself before it's too late to do so. "Leaving the Wardens, that is." He's assuming that's the plan but they should actually talk about these plans. "Once we have children."
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She flushes deeper as he kisses her hands, and she gives him a quiet, almost shy little smile, that is followed by a light laughter, "I have served the Wardens for over ten years of my life, ten years that I did not offer freely but made at great sacrifice. So ... I believe I shall take those, and the first nineteen, and do what I wish. And what I wish ... is to be with you. So."
A dimpled smile, "Once I am pregnant, consider me retired."