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Misthaven was certainly living up to its name on the morning Constance’s carriage neared the border between the village and the Brecilian. The carriage jostled atop the fog moistened mud road just outside of Misthaven. She edged forward atop the rich blue velvet seat just enough to push open...

“I did. Please, sit.” The tension rode high in Alistair’s form as he pushed himself down into a seat after Constance took hers. Curiosity furrowed her brow and deepened the lines cornering her eyes. Something was troubling Alistair; something she knew he would reveal at his own pace. Long...

“It’s quite a jump in responsibility,” Alistair noted. “Some people will be annoyed.” The possible annoyance appeared to bother Alistair very little. “They always are,” Constance replied. Quinton’s rise had been a fast one. With such an ascent came an increasing growth in detractors as...

"That sounds like a good idea," The King responded. "Would you care for some brunch until they've finish a story or two?" Alistair motioned to a small table nestled in quiet section of the garden, far enough away to engage in adult conversation but close enough to monitor the children's play...

"I know absolutely nothing about cats,” Alistair replied with a smile. "Something...striking, I suppose. I trust your judgment.” Constance, like Alistair, knew relatively little about cats other than that she found no use for the animals. To hear, however, the King of Ferelden trusted her...

The rose bushes Constance had transported from Gwaren to Denerim shortly after Alistair’s proposal flourished. The gardens of Castle Cousland were fragrant with the scent of Damask, sweet briar, and tea roses. A small bit of Gwaren to be found in her new home. And Denerim had become her home...

Quinton made his proposal. Two sides of one profitable coin. Constance expected nothing less. In the brief time she conversed with him, she did not believe him so foolish as to be an altruist. Best to leave such idiocy to people such as Fergus Cousland. "My hope is that in time, you might...

The King had requested many things of Constance in the past. The requests ranged from helping to find a good music teacher for Mari to outlining the advantages and disadvantages of certain trade agreements. When he asked her to help him find a kitten, she was hardly surprised. Her hand raised...

"Little girls, too." Constance nodded. Little girls were not without their heroes. Her hero when she was a young girl was not any Grey Warden. She had one hero, Celia Mac Tir. Constance trained as a warrior; all women in the Fereldan nobility trained some martial skill. Queen Rowan was an...

“Oh.” A lot could be read into such a simple utterance. Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. It changes everything. Oh, good to know. Constance did not try to read more into the simple sound that required and remained quiet as she awaited Alistair to expand upon his thoughts which he most certainly...

The secret of Elena's gift would remain just that, a secret. Alistair would not tell. The secrets of Arwen and Bran's gifts remained secrets no longer, however. Arwen screamed out in delight at the doll. Constance approached the girl, a delicate hand placed upon Anwen’s shoulder. “I had one...

The man Constance presumed to be a servant was no servant at all. The King himself emerged from beneath the costume with a cheery, "Good morning, Your Grace.” Really, after all this time, Constance should have expected Alistair would let no one other than himself play the archdemon. He was a...

((OOC: Haring 20, 9:34 - City of Amaranthine)) The death of a spouse was not something new to Constance. Two husbands, she'd had. Two husbands, she lost. One she missed more than she had thought possible. The other she missed less not at all. She understood something of grief and the guilt of...

((OOC: Cloudreach 3, 9:35, Morning, Alistair Theirin)) Peter loved to accompany Constance to Denerim. If the excitement of seeing his uncle was not enough, trips to Denerim also meant spending nights at the castle with the King’s nephew and nieces. Peter adored those children. The children of...

Not the name Alistair expected evidenced by his undisguised shock. “Will Gwaren accept a bastard as teyrn?” One of Constance’s brow arched at the question. Had he— He had and realized as much immediately. “I guess there’s some precedent now, isn’t there? And from what I’ve heard, there’s a...

“I do not,” Alistair confessed. “Beyond the idea that it should be someone from the region.” The admission was not together surprising to Constance. While Alistair had taken great effort to get more familiar with Gwaren, there was still much about the area he did not understand nor could...

"I suppose it does not, Your Grace,” Quinton offered, dipping his chin acknowledgment, "but if we do need to discuss this another time, I certainly understand. Please don't let me just blather on." That smile was…disconcerting but Constance supposed much as his specific word choice - a man such...

Name: Constance Theirin Race: Human Gender: Female Date of Birth: Drakonis 5, 9:05 Dragon Occupation: Queen of Ferelden, Owner of Carringstone Shipping Companion(s): Marion (Trusted Ladies Maid) Light ash blonde hair is typically worn into an up-do of meticulously styled braids woven...

An invitation to enter yelled through the door, Constance opened the door to find a smiling Alistair awaiting her. He had a good smile; one that formed easily as was coming with attractive men she noticed. His handsomeness had never been in question. The Theirin blood was strong in Alistair...

The similarities between Roderick and his bastard half-brother were never so striking as when Quinton stood in front of the painting. Keen eyes watched Quinton, watching for any nuance in his expression she might glean. Would he see the mirror image slightly askew that Constance saw...