Morrigan hummed at her spouse, watching as he seemed to set himself to informing her that he knew just what it was like to be prey as she. Perhaps, but he had been a different kind of prey, under a different threat. She doesn't say that, though.
Instead, she says, patting his chest.
He motioned that something was there, in the swamp with them, and she smirked.
Instead, she says, patting his chest.
At least the ones hunting you were not your kin, or people from the country you should have belonged to but never fit in.And turned away, leaving him to his thoughts. Leading them away from the past.
I put myself into power in Ferelden to simply prove that I could. The country rejected and hunted me for much of my life, only to fall to its knees in worship when I helped to save them. You were part of that, you saw that.She reminds him. The people had once turned on him, too.
He motioned that something was there, in the swamp with them, and she smirked.
Good boy. Bring me to it.
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