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Almost wedding
Characters: Alistair, Female Surana
Today was his coronation. They did it. Defended archdemon and lived. But at what cost? That was yet to be learned.
He thought about it as the Grand Cleric put the crown on his head. It was heavy, but he kept himself straight. He looked at the crowd. Teagan and Eamon nodded when they met his gaze. Nobles looked at him, seemingly unsure what to think of him.
Corunaris was also there. She smiled at him, and that gave him hope and assurance. It was so close to losing her, in the fight or because of his own decision. Yet they still hold to each other, for better and for worse.
„King Alistair the first!” shouted the Grand Cleric. He kneeled as a grey warden, the bastard son of Maric, and stood as the king. The people gathered in the throne room cheered, even if not all of them were happy with the Landsmeet results.
„In these trying times, after defeating the blight, still wounded after it, we need to stand together,” Alistair started his speech. „And one person contributed to this greatly. Before we went to celebrate crowning the new king – that’s me, yes – I want to honor her. Corunaris Surana, the Grey Warden, please, come forward.”
She went to the dais, gracefully as always, although he saw the hesitation on her face. As they spoke, of honors for her – she chose to serve her country even more, refusing another prize – Alistair looked at her with love and pride. The official part was over. Now they had to go to the people and show them the new king and the Hero of Ferelden, as Corunaris was named.
When they left the palace, Alistair felt better. The fresh air, the normal people around him... even if he was separated from them, it was good to be near someone different than nobles. Corunaris was near him, and they waved to people together, as they rode through the city. People cheered loudly for the new king and the Hero, and as we were next to each other, beaming, Alistair let his mind wander. He imagined it could be their wedding, the party afterward. He knew it won’t ever be possible, maybe even if he didn’t become the king. She was an elf, and worst even – a mage. But a man could dream, as he could love certainly.
After the stroll through the city, together with some guards and nobles, they returned to the royal castle, where the celebration in their honor was to be held. He sat at the head of the table, but Corunaris was next to him, and it only indulged the image he had. They had toasts, for the new king, and the Hero of Ferelden. He brushed his hand against hers, and she looked at him with these big, brown eyes of hers. She was smiling, but there was sadness in her eyes.
When everyone was already occupied with their meals and neighbors he leaned to her to whisper in her ear.
„It could be our wedding. Just imagine that...”
Corunaris laughed, but it didn’t meet her eyes.
„Do you believe that I thought the same? Only it could never be,” the smile died in her mouth. Alistair wanted to embrace her, but he couldn’t. Not in front of everyone, and certainly not now, when his rule was still so fresh. And that was the difference.
„But the thought is still pleasant. Let me just live in my fantasy.” He leaned closer to her and brushed her hand with his thumb.
„If it was your fantasy, we certainly could kiss,” she breathed into his ear.
„Meet me later in my rooms, so I could show you, what I would do if it was our wedding night.”
This time her laugh was genuine.
„I can’t wait,” she said quietly. „Alistair the First, huh? Didn’t you want to choose a different name? Belzebub the first, isn’t that endearing?” then she added out loud.
Alistair doubted that none saw the whispers. Wynne was already looking at them with rebuke.
The rest of the evening they try to refrain from whispering, kissing, and touching. Although it was hard.
When finally it was over Alistair lent Corunaris an arm (it was only natural, right?) and walked her to her room. The corridor was empty, so she placed a kiss on his mouth.
“Do I have to go there at all?” She pulled him to herself. “There is none to see us. Or you can stay here.”
“I think my bed is bigger. Pros of being royalty.” Alistair's quarters were not far away, and it was no coincidence on his part, so there wasn’t a big risk of being seen.
“King-size, huh?” She kissed him once more, glancing at both sides before. “If you wish so… although it might be risky.”
“No risk no fun. Besides, I think our relationship is hardly a secret anymore. Or would be in a few days or weeks.”
“You’re probably right. And if we will stay in this corridor anymore it soon will be secret even less.” She took Alistair's hand and they went to his room. As soon as the doors were closed she pinned her against them and kissed him passionately.
“Whoa,” moaned Alistair, when they broke the kiss. “You’re so eager…” he put his hand on her face and caressed it.
“You teased me all evening.”
And that was the truth. He brushed a hand against hers here and there, embraced her casually, and whispered into her ear, so no one noticed. He doubted that no one noticed, but even if, he was a king after all, what could they do to him?
Corunaris took his doublet and pulled him closer once again. She was shorter than him, but he didn’t resist and leaned once again in a kiss. His hands were all over her body, soon he practically tore off her dress, while she was hastily untying his clothes. Soon all that they wear were laying in a mess on the floor, while Alistair took Corunaris in his arms and put her on the bed.
“It’s instead of carrying over the threshold?” she asked mockingly.
Alistair didn’t respond, just started to kiss her on the breasts, on the neck, and further down. He kissed the inside of her thighs, gently, getting closer to her clit, while Corunaris was breathing heavily. He licked her, devouring her, until she came against his mouth, once, twice, with a cry. Then she pulled him up and turned on his back. He was hard and ready for her as she rode him, faster and faster. They found their common pace, their rhythm, and they came together Alistair with a moan and Corunaris with a loud cry.
“I love you,” he whispered when they were lying down, wrapped in each other.
“And I love you too,” she responded, kissing him once more.