The Raven and The Fox (Dragon Age)
Title: The Raven and The Fox
Author: projectseraphim
Summary: Anders third escape from the Circle of Magi has brought him to Orlais, where he meets a very interesting woman...
Fandom:Dragon Age
Characters/pairings: Anders, Orlesian OCs
Rating: M, just to be safe
Word count: 6,458
Warnings: Some allusions to a character and some codex entries from Origins. I also took a couple of liberties with magic...
Author's Notes: I may continue with this OC for other stories. But this was written for girlsavesboyfic.
It was starting to lightly rain when the sun peaked over the Frostback Mountains. The creatures of the wood were stirring, preparing their burrows for the upcoming winter. It was an average fall day in the wood, save for the shivering mage huddled in the hollow of a tree.
Anders wrapped his cloak around him tighter, trying to block out the wind. He was surprised that he managed to get a few hours of rest. He built himself a small fire to keep him warm through the night. Doing so set his nerves alight, he was worried that someone might see his camp. But the sun had set and risen with no incident, Anders had managed to cross the Frostback Mountains undetected by the Templars and made his way into Orlais.
It was time to head off. Packing up his blanket, stone plate, and cup, he tried to figure how long it would take him to get to Jader.
-
Anders navigated his way through the thick of the forest and found a path that looked like it would lead to the main road. The underlying brush pulled at his trousers and cloak, and his long, rain-dampened hair clung uncomfortably to his face. He tried not to get irritated with having to walk through the thick wood. Anything, ANYTHING, is better than the tower. I just need to get to Jader, and then I can figure out a way to get further north. Hmm…stow away on a pirate ship. That could be fun…
Anders was pulled from his thoughts by the sounds of crunching underbrush to his right. He stopped and looked around. Stay calm…it’s probably just an animal. Like a bear. A big, rabid, blood-thirsty bear. No worries.
“Well, well. What is this? A lonely traveler? Looking for safe passage?” said a sneering voice behind Anders. Why can’t it just be a sodding bear? Anders gritted his teeth and spun on his heel to face the source of the mocking. He felt his energy pulse through his chest into his arms. He breathing became rapid, and his whole body became hot. His magic wanted to spill out of him, but Anders held back. He didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention.
The mocking voice belonged to a copper-skinned man with rough features. His nose was crooked and malformed, like it had been broken several times. Behind him was a tall man with fair hair and eyes. This man was far less rough-looking than the first, but the wild look in his eyes and his creepy grin chilled Ander’s blood. And next to him was a stout man. Very plain-looking, except for a long scar that ran across the left side of his face. All of them were leering at him.
Oh well isn’t this just perfect…bandits. Orlesian bandits, how exotic. Andraste’s lacy garters…
Anders squared himself, trying to make himself look more imposing. Anders knew he wasn’t built like a warrior, but he had learned how to stand like one after spending years looking at Templars every day.
“And just what do you think you’re doing walking through my woods?” The dark man spat at Anders. The man took a step towards him, as did the other two. Anders felt his energy surge within him and did not back away.
I shouldn’t. I don’t know if there is enough cover out here for a spell to go unnoticed. His gaze shot between the three men. The fair-haired man had his daggers drawn. But then again….I’d like to live too…
Anders braced himself and gathered the energy that was pulsing in his chest into his hands. The other men drew their weapons and were closing the gap between them and him. The dark man stared to move faster, and was now only 15 paces away. Anders started his internal chant to launch a fireball at his sneering face.
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An arrow shot past Anders’ ear and into the throat of the dark man. The man’s eyes went wide with shock and horror. He tried to open his mouth to scream, but only managed blood-filled gurgles. The stout man was only a couple paces behind and he was searching the tree lines wildly, trying to find the source of the arrow.
The fair-haired man didn’t seem daunted by this new turn of events and launched himself at Anders, knocking them both to the ground. Anders struggled to keep the man’s dagger away. He had his right hand on the man’s chin. Just do it, you fool!
Anders gathered enough focus to release the energy in his right hand. The fair-haired man’s eyes went a little wider, but he kept delirious grin. Frost crawled over the man’s chin and up his cheeks, and then Ander’s pushed the energy out. Hard. The man’s face was completely frozen and the rest of his body went still. Anders pushed him off, causing the frozen head to land hard on an exposed root with a sickening CRRACCCCKKKK.
The stout man, after seeing the fate of his two fellows, turned to run. But as he did, a graceful figure jumped from a nearby tree and launched three arrows in rapid succession.
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All three found their marks and the man fell forward into a tall oak, breaking his nose and splattering blood all over the bark. He groaned in pain before collapsing to the ground.
Anders stared wide-eyed at the figure in front of him, but he gathered his energy in case he needed to defend himself again.
The figure chuckled and lowered the hood of their leathers. Dark hair spilled out onto their shoulders.
“I assure you, kind ser, I mean you no harm. Are you all right?” The voice was slightly lyrical, with a muddled accent. Antivan?
Ander’s timely rescuer turned to face him. It was a woman. Her dark hair framed her heart-shaped face. Skin was smooth and tanned, tattoos marking her cheeks. But Anders was drawn to her eyes. They were green, almost unnaturally green for a human. Beautiful….
Anders tried to focus. “Yes. I’m all right. I should thank you. I don’t know what I would have done-“
“I’m sure you would have done just fine,” the woman interrupted. She looked down at the fair-haired bandit lying on the ground. Still frozen, but now had a jagged crack running through the side of his head from where it hit the tree root.
Anders closed his eyes. I’m good as caught. I’ll be back in the tower in no time now. “I can explain. There was a strong, cold wind. And with all this rain-“
“There’s no need, my little fox,” she interrupted again, holding her hand up. “I am no Templar. And no friend to the Chantry. You do not need to worry your pretty blonde head.” She shouldered her bow and stepped closer to Anders.
“Well, I do thank you, my lady,” he was still wary of her, despite his growing physical attraction. “What were you doing out here anyway?”
The woman straightened her black leather gloves. “Hunting. There is plenty of game in these woods. Plenty of bandits as well.”
“So I’m learning.” Anders kicked at the dirt under his boots and absently fiddled with his cloak. “If you wouldn’t mind assisting me one more time; do you know where Jader is from here?”
The woman smiled. “Yes. It is where I live. Come, I can take you there. You can rest in my home until you decide where to proceed to next.” Anders dropped his eyes to the ground, looking hesitant. The woman’s smile grew softer and her tone more soothing. “I will make sure that no Templar touches you, my little fox.”
Anders looked up. “Little fox?”
The woman laughed. “Quick eyes, sly tongue. A fox.”
Anders couldn’t help but smile. “My name is Anders.”
“And I am Raven. Now come, it is a bit of a walk before we get to Jader.”
-
It was late afternoon when they reached the city limits of Jader. Anders was relieved to be amongst civilization again. He liked nature well enough, but sleeping in dirt for the last few weeks left much to be desired.
Anders still didn’t know what to make of Raven. They didn’t talk much on their journey to the city. All she really told him is that he would be safe in the “establishment” she has on the outskirts of the city. However, he was grateful that she wasn’t asking much about him. She had already deduced that he was a mage, and therefore on the run from the Chantry. He was nervous about trusting her and he was wondering why she hadn’t asked for anything in return. It made his stomach do flips and his chest twist uncomfortably. But she had offered him refuge, and came to his aid in the woods. Perhaps benevolence can exist. Don’t frown on kindness, you idiot. Especially from one so beautiful…
Raven finally spoke, breaking Anders from his thoughts. “So, is this your first flight from your tower?”
Anders lowered his eyes to the cobblestone path they were walking on. “No. It is my third.”
“Ah. I see. At least you did not give up. I can admire that.” The path forked, she took his hand and led him down the one that led up a hill. “Come, it’s this way. We are almost there.”
At the top of the hill was a large stone manor, it took Anders by surprise. “You live here?”
Raven chuckled. “Well yes. I live here with some very good friends. Welcome to the Siren and Saint.”
“Madam Raven! You’re back! We were starting to get worried about you!”
A slender red-haired girl was waving at them from the front steps. Her curls were piled on top of her head and her warm brown eyes lit up at the sight of them. She was wearing a pink silk corset…and not much else.
Anders froze on the walkway. “Does she know that she’s half naked?”
Raven turned to face him and laughed. “Nell has always been free-spirited. But this wouldn’t be a very good brothel if all of the ladies were covered from neck to knee, now would it?”
“A brothel? You live in a brothel?”
“I own the brothel. You can’t be too surprised by this, can you? I am Antivan, after all.” She stepped closer to Anders and ran the back of her fingers down his cheek. “You’re not put off by this I hope, my little fox?”
Anders closed his eyes at her touch and felt his heart race. He tried to gather himself. “No. Of course not. I just-you could have told me.”
Raven laughed again. “Poor thing. Let’s get you inside; I’m sure all the girls would love to get a look at you.” Anders blushed, which made Raven laugh even harder. “I’ll try not to embarrass you overmuch.” She turned to Nell, “Nell, could you find Rosalie for me, dear? Tell her I have a guest and need a room prepared.”
Nell gave them a big smile and hurried off inside. Anders couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to the girl’s hips. There are worse things…
-
Anders was settling into the room that Raven had prepared for him. There were silk pillows strewn about the poster bed. There were several vases bout filled with lavender, their scent overflowing. He had just laid his head back on one of the pillows when there was a knock at the door.
“Ser?”
Anders sat up. “Yes, come in.”
The door opened and a petite brunette walked in holding a bundle. Raven had introduced the woman as her assistant, Rosalie. She was dressed more conservatively than Nell, wearing a high-neck red dress. But the dress had a low-cut back and was sleeveless, so it wasn’t much more conservative. But she looked lovely in it. Her hair fell in loose curls around her pale shoulders.
“Madam Raven asked me to bring you a change of clothes and also asked that I attend to your hair.”
Anders looked confused. “My-my hair?”
Rosalie blushed. “Yes. She called it ‘a ragged mop’. And she also advised that cutting it might be best for your situation.” Anders eyes went wide. “Do not be concerned, ser. Part of my job is to be discreet when it comes to clients and guests alike.”
Anders undid his ponytail. “But I like my hair. It took a while for it to get this long.”
Rosalie smiled, “I happen to be quite good with this sort of thing. I think you will be pleased.“ She laid the bundle of clothes on the bed and pointed to the curtained doorway on the far wall. ”I had a bath drawn for you; it is in the adjacent room. I will return once you finish.”
Rosalie bowed her head and left, quietly closing the door behind her. Anders ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. She’s probably right. A slight change in appearance would probably do some good. He parted the curtains in the doorway and began to undress.
-
“Are you sure it is best to keep him here, Madam?”
Rosalie drew a bath while Raven undid her leathers. Raven sighed. I hope so. “I believe so. He is in trouble. And besides, what the Chantry does is not right. If I can protect just one person from them…”
Rosalie walked over and gathered the leathers. “I know how you feel about mages and the Chantry, but what about the girls-“
“The girls are almost as loyal to me as you are.” Raven cupped Rosalie’s chin in her hands. “And you know I would never let anything happen to any of them. Or you.”
“Yes, Madam. I know.” Rosalie lingered under her touch for a moment before pulling away.
“Now, could you please ready my blue dress and see to our guest. Not too short, it would be sad to waste all of that gorgeous blonde hair.”
Rosalie smiled and pulled a dark blue gown from the wardrobe and laid it across the bed. Then she quietly made her exit while Raven settled into the bath.
The warmth of the water crept across her aching muscles. I am getting too old to jump from tree to tree. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, sinking even further into the water, until it covered her head.
The candle light bounced off the water. Raven let her breath out, causing bubbles to rise and break the surface. Her thoughts wandered to Anders. Handsome little fox. He has spirit in his eyes. Too much spirit to be trapped in the Chantry’s grasp.
Raven relaxed her mind and lifted her head out of the water, laying it against the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling and let out a slow breath. The water started to glow around her.
-
Anders stared at his reflection in the mirrored glass. He ran his fingers through his damp hair. Rosalie had shortened it from his shoulders to his chin. And the choppy layers framed his face nicely.
“Does it please you ser?” Rosalie had a hesitant look on her face and wrung her hands.
Anders turned to face her, “Yes, it does. I just-I’m not used to it yet, but thank you. Truly. I appreciate you and Raven helping me so, even though I really have nothing to offer in return.”
Rosalie sat in the nearby chair. “The Madam would not have anyone suffer while she has the ability to help. It is why all of the girls love her. She protects them, shelters them and keeps them safe from any client that might do them harm. She has saved us all in one way or another. Whether it be from a dangerous street life…” she raised her eyes to meet Anders, “Or an attack on the road.”
Anders lowered himself on the edge of the bed facing Rosalie. “I am very grateful to her for that. She is amazing with a bow. No one ever saw her coming.”
Rosalie smiled, “The Madam has led a very full life, even though she still has many years left to live. If you could see her chambers, she has so many interesting things from her travels.”
Anders interest was piqued. “Where has she traveled?”
“Well, she is originally from Antiva and lived for a time in Nevarra. But she has told me her stories of travelling through the Free Marches, running with mercenaries. And once she had to take refuge with a Dalish Clan…”
“I thought the Dalish avoided humans?”
“Well, from what she told me, it was beneficial to both parties. She needed them, and they could use her. “
“Any other stories of her travels?”
“I’m sure she would be more than willing to share her stories with you.” Rosalie stood, “You’re supper should be ready. I will go and bring it up for you.”
Anders stood and bowed his head as she left. He walked over to the window and watched as the sun set over the city. What a lovely view. I could get used to this… Anders leaned against the window sill. No…I can’t stay here too long. I should keep moving as soon as possible. My good fortune in avoiding the Templars is probably not going to last much longer…
Rosalie returned a short time later with a serving tray. The plate in the center had colorful, steamed vegetables and a serving a glazed ham. And the goblet was filled with red wine. Rosalie set the tray on the small table next to the wardrobe and smiled at him.
“Please, enjoy ser.” And then she was gone again.
The grumbling in Anders’ belly urged him to the table.
You can allow yourself one night of peace…
-
Anders awoke the next morning to the sound of Rosalie laying his breakfast down on the table. After dressing and eating, he wandered out of his room. It was a short distance to the end of the hall. Passing by one of the rooms, he could hear the sound of one of the girls “attending” to a client. Awfully early…but to each his own I suppose.
Anders made his way downstairs. It was lavishly decorated. There were red silk pillows that were laid across the chairs. The drapery was red, detailed with gold embroidery. And the whole downstairs smelled of honey, orange blossoms, and jasmine, he inhaled deeply.
“It smells like an Orlesian whorehouse, doesn’t it?” Anders spun on his heel and his eyes met the impossible green ones that belonged to his rescuer.
“Ma-Madam?” he bowed his head.
“Oh…please don’t. You can just call me Raven.” She wore a black dress that came off her shoulders. Her dark hair was pulled back in to a coiled braid, further emphasizing her lovely collarbone and cleavage that peaked from the neckline of the dress. Anders tried to catch himself from staring too long. Raven smiled, appearing to have noticed. “Did you sleep well?”
Anders blushed, realizing he had been caught, “Y-yes. Thank you. But I don’t know if I should really encroach on your hospitality much longer.”
“Nonsense. You are welcome to stay.”
“Will you put me to work? I’m sure there are ladies that need entertaining as much as the men do. I mean, you hear things about Orlais…”
Raven laughed, “If you think you’ve heard things about Orlais, you should really visit Antiva…or the Tevinter Imperium. You’d realize that every place has its wild side.” She narrowed her eyes, “if you know where to look.”
Anders swallowed hard, and blushed again as Raven closed the distance between them. Knickerweasels! Stop doing that! She’s beautiful, and you’re blushing like a little boy who stumbled across a dirty drawing…
“Come, my little fox. Let me show you what you can experience outside the cages of the Chantry. I have quite the collection of oddities that might interest you.” She took his hand and led him upstairs to her chambers.
Raven spent the better part of the day telling Anders stories of her adventures through the Free Marches with the White Falcons mercenaries. She recounted how they were hired by a lord in Antiva as soldiers for a siege on a rival noble and she ended up face to face with one of the famous Antivan Crows. Anders was enraptured by her tale of a fight to the death. She even kept the daggers of the fallen Crow. They were encased on the wall. Anders walked up to the case and pressed his fingers against the glass.
“You’ve had such adventures. I have to say that I am very jealous.”
“You will have adventures of your own. “ She cupped his chin, turning his face towards her. “I am sure you’ll meet pretty girls and shoot lightning at fools and have the time of your life.” He laughed, and Raven brushed his hair over his ear.
Anders didn’t know how to react; his skin tingled under her touch. His heart was racing and he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her slender waist. But his nerves won over his hormones and he pulled away. “Yes, I hope I do.” he cleared his throat, “But I have to wonder, how did you go from fighting assassins to running a brothel? Don’t get me wrong it is a very nice brothel, with its silk pillows and total lack of clothing. But it just seems so strange after living an exciting life with mercenaries.”
“Not everyone who finds themselves in a brothel is an unfortunate. Some of us like being with people. Talking…” Raven smirked, “Entertaining…” Raven walked over to the blue velvet covered chair and sat down. “But I understand what you mean. But here, I keep my girls safe. I make the Siren and Saint a home for them, treat them like real people. Not as objects. This is more than I can say about how the Chantry treats the Circle of Magi”
“You just save people all over don’t you? Seems like awfully exhausting work.”
“It can be. Especially if the one I’m saving is so handsome. It’s very distracting.” She smiled as Anders’ cheeks reddened.
There was a knock on the door and Rosalie entered. Anders turned away from her to hide his blushing, but Rosalie still took notice, “Pardon me for interrupting, Madam. We could use your assistance downstairs.”
“Thank you, Rosalie. I will be right down.” Rosalie bowed her head and left with a quiet click of the door.
Anders was still trying to quell the heat of his cheeks, “I shouldn’t keep you.”
Raven took his hand and led him out of her chambers and into the hall, “I do need to attend to my clients, but you are free to go where you like. Treat this as your home.”
-
The sun had set again over Jader and the brothel was bustling with pretty girls in frilly underclothes and stumbling, blushing men. Anders watched them from railing and smiled at the sight. His last two attempts to flee the tower were short-lived and he had never experienced a brothel before. He found it all very fascinating.
Rosalie stood next him and leaned against the railing. “It’s all very interesting, isn’t it? You can watch the dynamic between the girls and our clients everyday and never become bored. I really enjoy it.”
“I don’t see how I could be bored with it either, but then again…”
“You haven’t seen much.” She smiled at him. Below them was Raven, who had been chatting and laughing with the gentlemen that came inside. She had just brought Nell over to small man with kind eyes and was now watching the window intently. She suddenly turned, worry swept across her face. She caught Rosalie’s eye and gave a small wave of her hand. Rosalie grabbed Anders hand, tone hurried, “Please, come with me. We’ll go to the Madam’s chambers, you will be safe there.”
“Sa-safe? What’s going on?” Rosalie was yanking him along.
“There is no time! Come on!”
They were in Raven’s chambers in no time. Raven burst in shortly after.
“Madam!”
“Shhh! Keep him here and keep him quiet! I will deal with this!”
Anders looked back and forth between the two women. “Templars?”
Raven cupped her hands around Anders face, “They will not harm you.” She then pressed her lips against his. Anders eyes went wide in shock.
“Remember, be quiet,” she said as she broke away.
Anders could not find any words as Raven left, closing and locking the door behind her. But he did feel the familiar fear of being trapped squeeze around his chest as he sank down on the bed.
-
Raven gathered her thoughts as she made her way downstairs. Three Templars had been stopped at the doorway by Horace, her manservant.
“Please Horace, allow our guests to come inside.” Horace nodded his head and stepped to the side, allowing the Templars to pass. “Ser Philippe! So nice to see you again!” It wasn’t the first time she had the Templar in the brothel.
The Templars were led by the middle-aged man with auburn hair. Behind him was a younger man, tall and earnest looking, who seemed surprised that Raven knew the name of the older Templar. So naïve…must be new to the order. Not all Templars stick to their vows. There was also a female Templar with them. Now you don’t see that very often…
Ser Philippe cleared his throat. “Madam Raven, I trust you are well…”
“I am, indeed. But I don’t believe you would be here for a social visit.” She surveyed the other two Templars. The woman had a harsh face and dark hair and was eying Raven warily. I hope this works…. She could feel her energy start to build in her chest.
“No, not a social call. Ser Rylock,” he motioned to the harsh looking woman, “is a Templar from Ferelden who is looking for an apostate. The apostate’s phylactery suggests he is in Jader.”
“And you were wondering if I had any unusual clients in the last few days?” She eyed the glowing vial in Ser Philippe’s hand; she felt the energy in her chest build even further. She focused on the phylactery, her eyes dully flashing, and quietly let her energy flow out around it. The glowing softly died. “No one unusual has come in lately, just my normal clients.”
Ser Louis searched her face, narrowing his eyes, “Are you sure Madam? I know you get many visitors…”
Raven smiled sweetly, “Yes, I do. I’d love to include you amongst them.”
“You whore!” spat Ser Rylock, whose hand moved her blade. Ser Philippe raised his hand, motioning her to stop.
“Now, Ser Rylock, we are guests at the Siren. And the Madam meant no insult, I’m sure.” Ser Philippe glanced down at the phylactery, “besides, the phylactery is not giving any indication that your apostate is here.”
Raven smiled at the Templars. It’s working! Now to get them out of here… “Well, if I do see anything out of the ordinary, I’ll send word to you. You have my word, ser.”
Ser Philippe gave her an obligatory nod, “Thank you Madam. We shall take our leave. I apologize for any interruption. Maker be with you.”
Raven bowed her head as the Templars turned to leave. Only Rylock did not turn, she continued to eye Raven.
“Is there a problem, ser?”
Rylock scowled, “No. But I will be remaining in Jader for the time. I have a feeling I will be seeing you again.”
“Until that time then.”
The scowl deepened, “And it most surely will NOT be a social call.”
Raven bowed her head again; Rylock huffed and made for the door. Once Horace closed the door behind them, Raven let out a sigh and quelled her surging energy.
I have to tell him…I hope he understands.
-
Anders heard the door unlock and held his breath. It was Raven that stepped through the door, his voice caught in his throat. Rosalie stood from her chair and rushed over.
“Madam! Are you okay? Did they try to hurt you? The girls?” Raven grabbed her hands and drew them to her lips, kissing them softly.
“No my dear, they came and left with no incident. Everything is alright; I think I managed to delay them for a time, assuming I haven’t lost my touch.”
Rosalie yanked her hands back from Raven and frowned. “You used magic, didn’t you? That was so dangerous! They could have taken you away!”
Anders was confused. Magic? What in the name of Andraste’s holy undergarments is going on here?
“You know Celene would never allow them keep me permanently…”
“I know that! But sometimes relying on the kindness of the Empress is not the way to go about situations like this!”
“Rosalie, please-“
“No! I know you believe that all mages should be free, but you are risking everything!”
Anders couldn’t take it anymore. “Will SOMEONE please tell me what the HELL is going on here?” Both women turned to face him. Rosalie’s soft features were stern and Raven’s green eyes were…different. The color was less intense than it had been before. “I am not being told the whole truth here…and I would like to know why! Who are you?”
“My name is Raven Massoni. Former Nevarren Circle mage and friend to the Empress Celene. “
Anders’ head was swimming, “Wha-what? What do you mean circle mage? You are living free…granted it’s a brothel. But it’s better than a sodding tower! This cannot be the truth. You told me you were a mercenary. You fought an Antivan Crow and lived to tell the tale…”
Raven stepped closer to Anders, who responded by taking a step back, “Please, Anders, allow me to explain. I will tell you everything, if you will allow me.” Anders folded his arms in front of him and waited for her to continue. Rosalie leaned against the wall with her hands over her face. “What I told you was the truth. I destroyed my phylactery and escaped from my tower in Nevarra and took refuge with a Dalish clan. They had been attacked by a band of thieves and I used my healing abilities to help their wounded and they allowed me to stay for a time. One of the hunters taught me how to use a bow. From there I went to the Free Marches, where I was a mercenary.” Her eyes were pleading. She wanted him to believe her, to see that she was telling the truth.
Anders tried his best to gather his wits. He still couldn’t believe this. How could he not realize that she was a mage? He had no inkling, no clue. “Prove to me that you are what you say you are. Prove to me that you are a mage.”
Rosalie huffed, “Now that is just silly.”
“It’s alright Rosalie, I understand his request.” She walked over to the nightstand where a candle burned. She picked up the candlestick and held it in front of her and placed her right hand over the flame. Anders watched her closely, waiting for her hands to glow. They didn’t, but as she raised her hand away from the flame, the flame followed. It kept following until it was pulled away from the wick completely. Raven turned her palm up and let the fire lick over her fingers. Her eyes flashed, it was almost unnoticeable, and the flame in her palm quickly turned to ice. Raven held her palm out to Anders, offering for him to inspect the lump of ice that she now held.
“That’s impossible….how did you do that? Your hands did not glow at all.”
“I have spent many years trying to hide my talents. And in that time, I have managed to channel the tell-tale sign of magic from my hands to my eyes. That’s why they are the color they are.”
“And why they all dulled now, because she used her mana,” Rosalie interjected.
“Yes, that too. Even when I was still in the Circle, my hands never really glowed noticeably, despite the power of the spell I was casting. No one ever really understood it.”
“So you’re an apostate? Like me?” Anders sank down onto the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands.
“No.” Raven said quietly, “not exactly. I was granted freedom by the Empress.”
“Oh? And how did you do that?”
Raven sighed, “I found myself in Val Royeaux about eight years ago, after spending 3 years with the Falcons. I ended up working in a brothel there.” She smiled, looking amused with herself, “and I became an object of interest to one of the advisors to the throne. I was moved into the palace and in time became a friend of the Empress. One night, there was an assassination attempt on Celene and I stopped one of the assassins with by crushing him telekinetically.”
Anders stood and walked over to the window, running his hands through his hair, “And the Empress witnessed this?”
“Yes, we were in her chambers playing cards after a night of…festivities” Anders turned and raised an eyebrow. Raven twinkled her eyes and smiled “I was a whore when I met the Empress, you know. And Orlais is a land of indulgence; it’s not all that surprising. But anyway, she saw what I did. I threw myself at her feet and asked her not to send me away to the Tower, I told her of the cruelty of the Chantry, and how the mages were often treated unfairly. Celene not only agreed to not turn me over to the Chantry, but as thanks for stopping the assassin, she discreetly wrote a decree releasing me from the Orlesian Chantry’s bonds all together, but only if I promised to leave Val Royeaux…”
“I’ve heard of something similar in the Ferelden tower. There was a mage, Wilhelm I think his name was. Worked with the king during the rebellions and lived happily ever after in the Hinterlands. Well, as happy as you can be after being crushed by a stone monster.” Anders had recalled that when he heard the story, he cursed Wilhelm for being a lucky bastard and was a little happy that the story ended with a death. Because that’s what freedom is for a mage. Death…
“I’m sorry I lied to you. When I found you in the woods and realized you were a mage, I just couldn’t stop feeling that I had to help. Free you from the Chantry’s bond, like I was.”
“Well, the Templars have already come here once. What’s to stop them from looking for me here again? They are pretty handy with that phylactery business.”
Raven blushed. It was the first time that Anders had seen her flustered, “You-you see...that’s why I kissed you.”
Anders was even more puzzled than he was before, “What?”
“I confused the phylactery by suppressing your essence inside of it. But in order to do that, I needed to have control over a piece of that same essence, a piece of you. So I extracted some through a kiss.”
Anders backed away from her again. “Blood magic?”
Raven, seeing the look of confusion and hurt in Anders’ eyes, stepped closer and grabbed his hands, “No. Not blood magic. I am no maleficar, I assure you. The magic might seem questionable, but it is a form of spirit magic. I learned it from the Dalish keeper. I can extract some of the essence of a living being, but it doesn’t hurt the being, or make me any more powerful. The only real use I have found for it is confusing phylacteries.”
“You’ve done this before, then?”
“Once. Back when I was still with the White Falcons. It helps with healing spells as well.”
Rosalie spoke up, “Madam, we must come up with a plan.”
“Of course. We are safe for tonight. The phylactery should be confused for a couple of days. For now, Rosalie, please check on everything downstairs and tend to our clients.” Raven took Rosalie’s hands into her own and the look exchanged between them was one of trust and understanding. Rosalie bowed her head to Anders. Anders returned the gesture, and watched as she left the chamber.
Raven turned to Anders, “Could you ever forgive me?”
Anders sighed, still shaken by what he now knew. But he understood her secrecy, and he was grateful that she was risking so much for him. “Yes. I forgive you. You have saved me yet again. I think the others that count you as their rescuer are going to get jealous.” Raven laughed, eyes returning back to their intense green.
She then looked down and wrung her hands, “Would you like to stay here for the night? In my chambers?”
“With you?”
“Well, yes…unless you wish to return to your room. I would understand if you do.” Raven stepped closer to him and ran the back of her hand down the side of his cheek. Anders closed his eyes in response. “I should have told you the truth when we met, but I honestly didn’t think you would believe me, thinking it was trap. And I haven’t used my powers in several years, so I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that I had any magical talents.”
Anders opened his eyes, “I didn’t notice. But that might be because my mind was preoccupied with something else.”
Raven’s voice grew lower, huskier. “And what’s that then?”
“You are beautiful, Raven. Don’t act like you don’t know. I watched you while you were amongst all those men; they were more focused on you than the girls you paired them with…”
“Do you trust me enough to stay?” Raven’s body was pressed against his; he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I could give you one memorable night before you have to run again.”
“Hmmm…I may have to think on it.” He pressed his forehead to hers and smiled. “Could we consider this payment for my rescue?”
“But, of course, my little fox.” She pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Anders responded hungrily, pulling her closer and diving deeper into the kiss. Raven moaned deep in her throat and broke away. “You have quite a debt, you know.”
Anders smiled and kissed her again, more fiercely than the first. They both sank into the bed, letting themselves become wrapped up in each other and forgot about Rylock and the Templars.
Author: projectseraphim
Summary: Anders third escape from the Circle of Magi has brought him to Orlais, where he meets a very interesting woman...
Fandom:Dragon Age
Characters/pairings: Anders, Orlesian OCs
Rating: M, just to be safe
Word count: 6,458
Warnings: Some allusions to a character and some codex entries from Origins. I also took a couple of liberties with magic...
Author's Notes: I may continue with this OC for other stories. But this was written for girlsavesboyfic.
It was starting to lightly rain when the sun peaked over the Frostback Mountains. The creatures of the wood were stirring, preparing their burrows for the upcoming winter. It was an average fall day in the wood, save for the shivering mage huddled in the hollow of a tree.
Anders wrapped his cloak around him tighter, trying to block out the wind. He was surprised that he managed to get a few hours of rest. He built himself a small fire to keep him warm through the night. Doing so set his nerves alight, he was worried that someone might see his camp. But the sun had set and risen with no incident, Anders had managed to cross the Frostback Mountains undetected by the Templars and made his way into Orlais.
It was time to head off. Packing up his blanket, stone plate, and cup, he tried to figure how long it would take him to get to Jader.
-
Anders navigated his way through the thick of the forest and found a path that looked like it would lead to the main road. The underlying brush pulled at his trousers and cloak, and his long, rain-dampened hair clung uncomfortably to his face. He tried not to get irritated with having to walk through the thick wood. Anything, ANYTHING, is better than the tower. I just need to get to Jader, and then I can figure out a way to get further north. Hmm…stow away on a pirate ship. That could be fun…
Anders was pulled from his thoughts by the sounds of crunching underbrush to his right. He stopped and looked around. Stay calm…it’s probably just an animal. Like a bear. A big, rabid, blood-thirsty bear. No worries.
“Well, well. What is this? A lonely traveler? Looking for safe passage?” said a sneering voice behind Anders. Why can’t it just be a sodding bear? Anders gritted his teeth and spun on his heel to face the source of the mocking. He felt his energy pulse through his chest into his arms. He breathing became rapid, and his whole body became hot. His magic wanted to spill out of him, but Anders held back. He didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention.
The mocking voice belonged to a copper-skinned man with rough features. His nose was crooked and malformed, like it had been broken several times. Behind him was a tall man with fair hair and eyes. This man was far less rough-looking than the first, but the wild look in his eyes and his creepy grin chilled Ander’s blood. And next to him was a stout man. Very plain-looking, except for a long scar that ran across the left side of his face. All of them were leering at him.
Oh well isn’t this just perfect…bandits. Orlesian bandits, how exotic. Andraste’s lacy garters…
Anders squared himself, trying to make himself look more imposing. Anders knew he wasn’t built like a warrior, but he had learned how to stand like one after spending years looking at Templars every day.
“And just what do you think you’re doing walking through my woods?” The dark man spat at Anders. The man took a step towards him, as did the other two. Anders felt his energy surge within him and did not back away.
I shouldn’t. I don’t know if there is enough cover out here for a spell to go unnoticed. His gaze shot between the three men. The fair-haired man had his daggers drawn. But then again….I’d like to live too…
Anders braced himself and gathered the energy that was pulsing in his chest into his hands. The other men drew their weapons and were closing the gap between them and him. The dark man stared to move faster, and was now only 15 paces away. Anders started his internal chant to launch a fireball at his sneering face.
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An arrow shot past Anders’ ear and into the throat of the dark man. The man’s eyes went wide with shock and horror. He tried to open his mouth to scream, but only managed blood-filled gurgles. The stout man was only a couple paces behind and he was searching the tree lines wildly, trying to find the source of the arrow.
The fair-haired man didn’t seem daunted by this new turn of events and launched himself at Anders, knocking them both to the ground. Anders struggled to keep the man’s dagger away. He had his right hand on the man’s chin. Just do it, you fool!
Anders gathered enough focus to release the energy in his right hand. The fair-haired man’s eyes went a little wider, but he kept delirious grin. Frost crawled over the man’s chin and up his cheeks, and then Ander’s pushed the energy out. Hard. The man’s face was completely frozen and the rest of his body went still. Anders pushed him off, causing the frozen head to land hard on an exposed root with a sickening CRRACCCCKKKK.
The stout man, after seeing the fate of his two fellows, turned to run. But as he did, a graceful figure jumped from a nearby tree and launched three arrows in rapid succession.
FFFWWWWIIIIPPPPP FWWWIIIIIIPPPPPP FFFFFWWWWWIIIIIPPPPP
All three found their marks and the man fell forward into a tall oak, breaking his nose and splattering blood all over the bark. He groaned in pain before collapsing to the ground.
Anders stared wide-eyed at the figure in front of him, but he gathered his energy in case he needed to defend himself again.
The figure chuckled and lowered the hood of their leathers. Dark hair spilled out onto their shoulders.
“I assure you, kind ser, I mean you no harm. Are you all right?” The voice was slightly lyrical, with a muddled accent. Antivan?
Ander’s timely rescuer turned to face him. It was a woman. Her dark hair framed her heart-shaped face. Skin was smooth and tanned, tattoos marking her cheeks. But Anders was drawn to her eyes. They were green, almost unnaturally green for a human. Beautiful….
Anders tried to focus. “Yes. I’m all right. I should thank you. I don’t know what I would have done-“
“I’m sure you would have done just fine,” the woman interrupted. She looked down at the fair-haired bandit lying on the ground. Still frozen, but now had a jagged crack running through the side of his head from where it hit the tree root.
Anders closed his eyes. I’m good as caught. I’ll be back in the tower in no time now. “I can explain. There was a strong, cold wind. And with all this rain-“
“There’s no need, my little fox,” she interrupted again, holding her hand up. “I am no Templar. And no friend to the Chantry. You do not need to worry your pretty blonde head.” She shouldered her bow and stepped closer to Anders.
“Well, I do thank you, my lady,” he was still wary of her, despite his growing physical attraction. “What were you doing out here anyway?”
The woman straightened her black leather gloves. “Hunting. There is plenty of game in these woods. Plenty of bandits as well.”
“So I’m learning.” Anders kicked at the dirt under his boots and absently fiddled with his cloak. “If you wouldn’t mind assisting me one more time; do you know where Jader is from here?”
The woman smiled. “Yes. It is where I live. Come, I can take you there. You can rest in my home until you decide where to proceed to next.” Anders dropped his eyes to the ground, looking hesitant. The woman’s smile grew softer and her tone more soothing. “I will make sure that no Templar touches you, my little fox.”
Anders looked up. “Little fox?”
The woman laughed. “Quick eyes, sly tongue. A fox.”
Anders couldn’t help but smile. “My name is Anders.”
“And I am Raven. Now come, it is a bit of a walk before we get to Jader.”
-
It was late afternoon when they reached the city limits of Jader. Anders was relieved to be amongst civilization again. He liked nature well enough, but sleeping in dirt for the last few weeks left much to be desired.
Anders still didn’t know what to make of Raven. They didn’t talk much on their journey to the city. All she really told him is that he would be safe in the “establishment” she has on the outskirts of the city. However, he was grateful that she wasn’t asking much about him. She had already deduced that he was a mage, and therefore on the run from the Chantry. He was nervous about trusting her and he was wondering why she hadn’t asked for anything in return. It made his stomach do flips and his chest twist uncomfortably. But she had offered him refuge, and came to his aid in the woods. Perhaps benevolence can exist. Don’t frown on kindness, you idiot. Especially from one so beautiful…
Raven finally spoke, breaking Anders from his thoughts. “So, is this your first flight from your tower?”
Anders lowered his eyes to the cobblestone path they were walking on. “No. It is my third.”
“Ah. I see. At least you did not give up. I can admire that.” The path forked, she took his hand and led him down the one that led up a hill. “Come, it’s this way. We are almost there.”
At the top of the hill was a large stone manor, it took Anders by surprise. “You live here?”
Raven chuckled. “Well yes. I live here with some very good friends. Welcome to the Siren and Saint.”
“Madam Raven! You’re back! We were starting to get worried about you!”
A slender red-haired girl was waving at them from the front steps. Her curls were piled on top of her head and her warm brown eyes lit up at the sight of them. She was wearing a pink silk corset…and not much else.
Anders froze on the walkway. “Does she know that she’s half naked?”
Raven turned to face him and laughed. “Nell has always been free-spirited. But this wouldn’t be a very good brothel if all of the ladies were covered from neck to knee, now would it?”
“A brothel? You live in a brothel?”
“I own the brothel. You can’t be too surprised by this, can you? I am Antivan, after all.” She stepped closer to Anders and ran the back of her fingers down his cheek. “You’re not put off by this I hope, my little fox?”
Anders closed his eyes at her touch and felt his heart race. He tried to gather himself. “No. Of course not. I just-you could have told me.”
Raven laughed again. “Poor thing. Let’s get you inside; I’m sure all the girls would love to get a look at you.” Anders blushed, which made Raven laugh even harder. “I’ll try not to embarrass you overmuch.” She turned to Nell, “Nell, could you find Rosalie for me, dear? Tell her I have a guest and need a room prepared.”
Nell gave them a big smile and hurried off inside. Anders couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to the girl’s hips. There are worse things…
-
Anders was settling into the room that Raven had prepared for him. There were silk pillows strewn about the poster bed. There were several vases bout filled with lavender, their scent overflowing. He had just laid his head back on one of the pillows when there was a knock at the door.
“Ser?”
Anders sat up. “Yes, come in.”
The door opened and a petite brunette walked in holding a bundle. Raven had introduced the woman as her assistant, Rosalie. She was dressed more conservatively than Nell, wearing a high-neck red dress. But the dress had a low-cut back and was sleeveless, so it wasn’t much more conservative. But she looked lovely in it. Her hair fell in loose curls around her pale shoulders.
“Madam Raven asked me to bring you a change of clothes and also asked that I attend to your hair.”
Anders looked confused. “My-my hair?”
Rosalie blushed. “Yes. She called it ‘a ragged mop’. And she also advised that cutting it might be best for your situation.” Anders eyes went wide. “Do not be concerned, ser. Part of my job is to be discreet when it comes to clients and guests alike.”
Anders undid his ponytail. “But I like my hair. It took a while for it to get this long.”
Rosalie smiled, “I happen to be quite good with this sort of thing. I think you will be pleased.“ She laid the bundle of clothes on the bed and pointed to the curtained doorway on the far wall. ”I had a bath drawn for you; it is in the adjacent room. I will return once you finish.”
Rosalie bowed her head and left, quietly closing the door behind her. Anders ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. She’s probably right. A slight change in appearance would probably do some good. He parted the curtains in the doorway and began to undress.
-
“Are you sure it is best to keep him here, Madam?”
Rosalie drew a bath while Raven undid her leathers. Raven sighed. I hope so. “I believe so. He is in trouble. And besides, what the Chantry does is not right. If I can protect just one person from them…”
Rosalie walked over and gathered the leathers. “I know how you feel about mages and the Chantry, but what about the girls-“
“The girls are almost as loyal to me as you are.” Raven cupped Rosalie’s chin in her hands. “And you know I would never let anything happen to any of them. Or you.”
“Yes, Madam. I know.” Rosalie lingered under her touch for a moment before pulling away.
“Now, could you please ready my blue dress and see to our guest. Not too short, it would be sad to waste all of that gorgeous blonde hair.”
Rosalie smiled and pulled a dark blue gown from the wardrobe and laid it across the bed. Then she quietly made her exit while Raven settled into the bath.
The warmth of the water crept across her aching muscles. I am getting too old to jump from tree to tree. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, sinking even further into the water, until it covered her head.
The candle light bounced off the water. Raven let her breath out, causing bubbles to rise and break the surface. Her thoughts wandered to Anders. Handsome little fox. He has spirit in his eyes. Too much spirit to be trapped in the Chantry’s grasp.
Raven relaxed her mind and lifted her head out of the water, laying it against the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling and let out a slow breath. The water started to glow around her.
-
Anders stared at his reflection in the mirrored glass. He ran his fingers through his damp hair. Rosalie had shortened it from his shoulders to his chin. And the choppy layers framed his face nicely.
“Does it please you ser?” Rosalie had a hesitant look on her face and wrung her hands.
Anders turned to face her, “Yes, it does. I just-I’m not used to it yet, but thank you. Truly. I appreciate you and Raven helping me so, even though I really have nothing to offer in return.”
Rosalie sat in the nearby chair. “The Madam would not have anyone suffer while she has the ability to help. It is why all of the girls love her. She protects them, shelters them and keeps them safe from any client that might do them harm. She has saved us all in one way or another. Whether it be from a dangerous street life…” she raised her eyes to meet Anders, “Or an attack on the road.”
Anders lowered himself on the edge of the bed facing Rosalie. “I am very grateful to her for that. She is amazing with a bow. No one ever saw her coming.”
Rosalie smiled, “The Madam has led a very full life, even though she still has many years left to live. If you could see her chambers, she has so many interesting things from her travels.”
Anders interest was piqued. “Where has she traveled?”
“Well, she is originally from Antiva and lived for a time in Nevarra. But she has told me her stories of travelling through the Free Marches, running with mercenaries. And once she had to take refuge with a Dalish Clan…”
“I thought the Dalish avoided humans?”
“Well, from what she told me, it was beneficial to both parties. She needed them, and they could use her. “
“Any other stories of her travels?”
“I’m sure she would be more than willing to share her stories with you.” Rosalie stood, “You’re supper should be ready. I will go and bring it up for you.”
Anders stood and bowed his head as she left. He walked over to the window and watched as the sun set over the city. What a lovely view. I could get used to this… Anders leaned against the window sill. No…I can’t stay here too long. I should keep moving as soon as possible. My good fortune in avoiding the Templars is probably not going to last much longer…
Rosalie returned a short time later with a serving tray. The plate in the center had colorful, steamed vegetables and a serving a glazed ham. And the goblet was filled with red wine. Rosalie set the tray on the small table next to the wardrobe and smiled at him.
“Please, enjoy ser.” And then she was gone again.
The grumbling in Anders’ belly urged him to the table.
You can allow yourself one night of peace…
-
Anders awoke the next morning to the sound of Rosalie laying his breakfast down on the table. After dressing and eating, he wandered out of his room. It was a short distance to the end of the hall. Passing by one of the rooms, he could hear the sound of one of the girls “attending” to a client. Awfully early…but to each his own I suppose.
Anders made his way downstairs. It was lavishly decorated. There were red silk pillows that were laid across the chairs. The drapery was red, detailed with gold embroidery. And the whole downstairs smelled of honey, orange blossoms, and jasmine, he inhaled deeply.
“It smells like an Orlesian whorehouse, doesn’t it?” Anders spun on his heel and his eyes met the impossible green ones that belonged to his rescuer.
“Ma-Madam?” he bowed his head.
“Oh…please don’t. You can just call me Raven.” She wore a black dress that came off her shoulders. Her dark hair was pulled back in to a coiled braid, further emphasizing her lovely collarbone and cleavage that peaked from the neckline of the dress. Anders tried to catch himself from staring too long. Raven smiled, appearing to have noticed. “Did you sleep well?”
Anders blushed, realizing he had been caught, “Y-yes. Thank you. But I don’t know if I should really encroach on your hospitality much longer.”
“Nonsense. You are welcome to stay.”
“Will you put me to work? I’m sure there are ladies that need entertaining as much as the men do. I mean, you hear things about Orlais…”
Raven laughed, “If you think you’ve heard things about Orlais, you should really visit Antiva…or the Tevinter Imperium. You’d realize that every place has its wild side.” She narrowed her eyes, “if you know where to look.”
Anders swallowed hard, and blushed again as Raven closed the distance between them. Knickerweasels! Stop doing that! She’s beautiful, and you’re blushing like a little boy who stumbled across a dirty drawing…
“Come, my little fox. Let me show you what you can experience outside the cages of the Chantry. I have quite the collection of oddities that might interest you.” She took his hand and led him upstairs to her chambers.
Raven spent the better part of the day telling Anders stories of her adventures through the Free Marches with the White Falcons mercenaries. She recounted how they were hired by a lord in Antiva as soldiers for a siege on a rival noble and she ended up face to face with one of the famous Antivan Crows. Anders was enraptured by her tale of a fight to the death. She even kept the daggers of the fallen Crow. They were encased on the wall. Anders walked up to the case and pressed his fingers against the glass.
“You’ve had such adventures. I have to say that I am very jealous.”
“You will have adventures of your own. “ She cupped his chin, turning his face towards her. “I am sure you’ll meet pretty girls and shoot lightning at fools and have the time of your life.” He laughed, and Raven brushed his hair over his ear.
Anders didn’t know how to react; his skin tingled under her touch. His heart was racing and he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her slender waist. But his nerves won over his hormones and he pulled away. “Yes, I hope I do.” he cleared his throat, “But I have to wonder, how did you go from fighting assassins to running a brothel? Don’t get me wrong it is a very nice brothel, with its silk pillows and total lack of clothing. But it just seems so strange after living an exciting life with mercenaries.”
“Not everyone who finds themselves in a brothel is an unfortunate. Some of us like being with people. Talking…” Raven smirked, “Entertaining…” Raven walked over to the blue velvet covered chair and sat down. “But I understand what you mean. But here, I keep my girls safe. I make the Siren and Saint a home for them, treat them like real people. Not as objects. This is more than I can say about how the Chantry treats the Circle of Magi”
“You just save people all over don’t you? Seems like awfully exhausting work.”
“It can be. Especially if the one I’m saving is so handsome. It’s very distracting.” She smiled as Anders’ cheeks reddened.
There was a knock on the door and Rosalie entered. Anders turned away from her to hide his blushing, but Rosalie still took notice, “Pardon me for interrupting, Madam. We could use your assistance downstairs.”
“Thank you, Rosalie. I will be right down.” Rosalie bowed her head and left with a quiet click of the door.
Anders was still trying to quell the heat of his cheeks, “I shouldn’t keep you.”
Raven took his hand and led him out of her chambers and into the hall, “I do need to attend to my clients, but you are free to go where you like. Treat this as your home.”
-
The sun had set again over Jader and the brothel was bustling with pretty girls in frilly underclothes and stumbling, blushing men. Anders watched them from railing and smiled at the sight. His last two attempts to flee the tower were short-lived and he had never experienced a brothel before. He found it all very fascinating.
Rosalie stood next him and leaned against the railing. “It’s all very interesting, isn’t it? You can watch the dynamic between the girls and our clients everyday and never become bored. I really enjoy it.”
“I don’t see how I could be bored with it either, but then again…”
“You haven’t seen much.” She smiled at him. Below them was Raven, who had been chatting and laughing with the gentlemen that came inside. She had just brought Nell over to small man with kind eyes and was now watching the window intently. She suddenly turned, worry swept across her face. She caught Rosalie’s eye and gave a small wave of her hand. Rosalie grabbed Anders hand, tone hurried, “Please, come with me. We’ll go to the Madam’s chambers, you will be safe there.”
“Sa-safe? What’s going on?” Rosalie was yanking him along.
“There is no time! Come on!”
They were in Raven’s chambers in no time. Raven burst in shortly after.
“Madam!”
“Shhh! Keep him here and keep him quiet! I will deal with this!”
Anders looked back and forth between the two women. “Templars?”
Raven cupped her hands around Anders face, “They will not harm you.” She then pressed her lips against his. Anders eyes went wide in shock.
“Remember, be quiet,” she said as she broke away.
Anders could not find any words as Raven left, closing and locking the door behind her. But he did feel the familiar fear of being trapped squeeze around his chest as he sank down on the bed.
-
Raven gathered her thoughts as she made her way downstairs. Three Templars had been stopped at the doorway by Horace, her manservant.
“Please Horace, allow our guests to come inside.” Horace nodded his head and stepped to the side, allowing the Templars to pass. “Ser Philippe! So nice to see you again!” It wasn’t the first time she had the Templar in the brothel.
The Templars were led by the middle-aged man with auburn hair. Behind him was a younger man, tall and earnest looking, who seemed surprised that Raven knew the name of the older Templar. So naïve…must be new to the order. Not all Templars stick to their vows. There was also a female Templar with them. Now you don’t see that very often…
Ser Philippe cleared his throat. “Madam Raven, I trust you are well…”
“I am, indeed. But I don’t believe you would be here for a social visit.” She surveyed the other two Templars. The woman had a harsh face and dark hair and was eying Raven warily. I hope this works…. She could feel her energy start to build in her chest.
“No, not a social call. Ser Rylock,” he motioned to the harsh looking woman, “is a Templar from Ferelden who is looking for an apostate. The apostate’s phylactery suggests he is in Jader.”
“And you were wondering if I had any unusual clients in the last few days?” She eyed the glowing vial in Ser Philippe’s hand; she felt the energy in her chest build even further. She focused on the phylactery, her eyes dully flashing, and quietly let her energy flow out around it. The glowing softly died. “No one unusual has come in lately, just my normal clients.”
Ser Louis searched her face, narrowing his eyes, “Are you sure Madam? I know you get many visitors…”
Raven smiled sweetly, “Yes, I do. I’d love to include you amongst them.”
“You whore!” spat Ser Rylock, whose hand moved her blade. Ser Philippe raised his hand, motioning her to stop.
“Now, Ser Rylock, we are guests at the Siren. And the Madam meant no insult, I’m sure.” Ser Philippe glanced down at the phylactery, “besides, the phylactery is not giving any indication that your apostate is here.”
Raven smiled at the Templars. It’s working! Now to get them out of here… “Well, if I do see anything out of the ordinary, I’ll send word to you. You have my word, ser.”
Ser Philippe gave her an obligatory nod, “Thank you Madam. We shall take our leave. I apologize for any interruption. Maker be with you.”
Raven bowed her head as the Templars turned to leave. Only Rylock did not turn, she continued to eye Raven.
“Is there a problem, ser?”
Rylock scowled, “No. But I will be remaining in Jader for the time. I have a feeling I will be seeing you again.”
“Until that time then.”
The scowl deepened, “And it most surely will NOT be a social call.”
Raven bowed her head again; Rylock huffed and made for the door. Once Horace closed the door behind them, Raven let out a sigh and quelled her surging energy.
I have to tell him…I hope he understands.
-
Anders heard the door unlock and held his breath. It was Raven that stepped through the door, his voice caught in his throat. Rosalie stood from her chair and rushed over.
“Madam! Are you okay? Did they try to hurt you? The girls?” Raven grabbed her hands and drew them to her lips, kissing them softly.
“No my dear, they came and left with no incident. Everything is alright; I think I managed to delay them for a time, assuming I haven’t lost my touch.”
Rosalie yanked her hands back from Raven and frowned. “You used magic, didn’t you? That was so dangerous! They could have taken you away!”
Anders was confused. Magic? What in the name of Andraste’s holy undergarments is going on here?
“You know Celene would never allow them keep me permanently…”
“I know that! But sometimes relying on the kindness of the Empress is not the way to go about situations like this!”
“Rosalie, please-“
“No! I know you believe that all mages should be free, but you are risking everything!”
Anders couldn’t take it anymore. “Will SOMEONE please tell me what the HELL is going on here?” Both women turned to face him. Rosalie’s soft features were stern and Raven’s green eyes were…different. The color was less intense than it had been before. “I am not being told the whole truth here…and I would like to know why! Who are you?”
“My name is Raven Massoni. Former Nevarren Circle mage and friend to the Empress Celene. “
Anders’ head was swimming, “Wha-what? What do you mean circle mage? You are living free…granted it’s a brothel. But it’s better than a sodding tower! This cannot be the truth. You told me you were a mercenary. You fought an Antivan Crow and lived to tell the tale…”
Raven stepped closer to Anders, who responded by taking a step back, “Please, Anders, allow me to explain. I will tell you everything, if you will allow me.” Anders folded his arms in front of him and waited for her to continue. Rosalie leaned against the wall with her hands over her face. “What I told you was the truth. I destroyed my phylactery and escaped from my tower in Nevarra and took refuge with a Dalish clan. They had been attacked by a band of thieves and I used my healing abilities to help their wounded and they allowed me to stay for a time. One of the hunters taught me how to use a bow. From there I went to the Free Marches, where I was a mercenary.” Her eyes were pleading. She wanted him to believe her, to see that she was telling the truth.
Anders tried his best to gather his wits. He still couldn’t believe this. How could he not realize that she was a mage? He had no inkling, no clue. “Prove to me that you are what you say you are. Prove to me that you are a mage.”
Rosalie huffed, “Now that is just silly.”
“It’s alright Rosalie, I understand his request.” She walked over to the nightstand where a candle burned. She picked up the candlestick and held it in front of her and placed her right hand over the flame. Anders watched her closely, waiting for her hands to glow. They didn’t, but as she raised her hand away from the flame, the flame followed. It kept following until it was pulled away from the wick completely. Raven turned her palm up and let the fire lick over her fingers. Her eyes flashed, it was almost unnoticeable, and the flame in her palm quickly turned to ice. Raven held her palm out to Anders, offering for him to inspect the lump of ice that she now held.
“That’s impossible….how did you do that? Your hands did not glow at all.”
“I have spent many years trying to hide my talents. And in that time, I have managed to channel the tell-tale sign of magic from my hands to my eyes. That’s why they are the color they are.”
“And why they all dulled now, because she used her mana,” Rosalie interjected.
“Yes, that too. Even when I was still in the Circle, my hands never really glowed noticeably, despite the power of the spell I was casting. No one ever really understood it.”
“So you’re an apostate? Like me?” Anders sank down onto the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands.
“No.” Raven said quietly, “not exactly. I was granted freedom by the Empress.”
“Oh? And how did you do that?”
Raven sighed, “I found myself in Val Royeaux about eight years ago, after spending 3 years with the Falcons. I ended up working in a brothel there.” She smiled, looking amused with herself, “and I became an object of interest to one of the advisors to the throne. I was moved into the palace and in time became a friend of the Empress. One night, there was an assassination attempt on Celene and I stopped one of the assassins with by crushing him telekinetically.”
Anders stood and walked over to the window, running his hands through his hair, “And the Empress witnessed this?”
“Yes, we were in her chambers playing cards after a night of…festivities” Anders turned and raised an eyebrow. Raven twinkled her eyes and smiled “I was a whore when I met the Empress, you know. And Orlais is a land of indulgence; it’s not all that surprising. But anyway, she saw what I did. I threw myself at her feet and asked her not to send me away to the Tower, I told her of the cruelty of the Chantry, and how the mages were often treated unfairly. Celene not only agreed to not turn me over to the Chantry, but as thanks for stopping the assassin, she discreetly wrote a decree releasing me from the Orlesian Chantry’s bonds all together, but only if I promised to leave Val Royeaux…”
“I’ve heard of something similar in the Ferelden tower. There was a mage, Wilhelm I think his name was. Worked with the king during the rebellions and lived happily ever after in the Hinterlands. Well, as happy as you can be after being crushed by a stone monster.” Anders had recalled that when he heard the story, he cursed Wilhelm for being a lucky bastard and was a little happy that the story ended with a death. Because that’s what freedom is for a mage. Death…
“I’m sorry I lied to you. When I found you in the woods and realized you were a mage, I just couldn’t stop feeling that I had to help. Free you from the Chantry’s bond, like I was.”
“Well, the Templars have already come here once. What’s to stop them from looking for me here again? They are pretty handy with that phylactery business.”
Raven blushed. It was the first time that Anders had seen her flustered, “You-you see...that’s why I kissed you.”
Anders was even more puzzled than he was before, “What?”
“I confused the phylactery by suppressing your essence inside of it. But in order to do that, I needed to have control over a piece of that same essence, a piece of you. So I extracted some through a kiss.”
Anders backed away from her again. “Blood magic?”
Raven, seeing the look of confusion and hurt in Anders’ eyes, stepped closer and grabbed his hands, “No. Not blood magic. I am no maleficar, I assure you. The magic might seem questionable, but it is a form of spirit magic. I learned it from the Dalish keeper. I can extract some of the essence of a living being, but it doesn’t hurt the being, or make me any more powerful. The only real use I have found for it is confusing phylacteries.”
“You’ve done this before, then?”
“Once. Back when I was still with the White Falcons. It helps with healing spells as well.”
Rosalie spoke up, “Madam, we must come up with a plan.”
“Of course. We are safe for tonight. The phylactery should be confused for a couple of days. For now, Rosalie, please check on everything downstairs and tend to our clients.” Raven took Rosalie’s hands into her own and the look exchanged between them was one of trust and understanding. Rosalie bowed her head to Anders. Anders returned the gesture, and watched as she left the chamber.
Raven turned to Anders, “Could you ever forgive me?”
Anders sighed, still shaken by what he now knew. But he understood her secrecy, and he was grateful that she was risking so much for him. “Yes. I forgive you. You have saved me yet again. I think the others that count you as their rescuer are going to get jealous.” Raven laughed, eyes returning back to their intense green.
She then looked down and wrung her hands, “Would you like to stay here for the night? In my chambers?”
“With you?”
“Well, yes…unless you wish to return to your room. I would understand if you do.” Raven stepped closer to him and ran the back of her hand down the side of his cheek. Anders closed his eyes in response. “I should have told you the truth when we met, but I honestly didn’t think you would believe me, thinking it was trap. And I haven’t used my powers in several years, so I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that I had any magical talents.”
Anders opened his eyes, “I didn’t notice. But that might be because my mind was preoccupied with something else.”
Raven’s voice grew lower, huskier. “And what’s that then?”
“You are beautiful, Raven. Don’t act like you don’t know. I watched you while you were amongst all those men; they were more focused on you than the girls you paired them with…”
“Do you trust me enough to stay?” Raven’s body was pressed against his; he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I could give you one memorable night before you have to run again.”
“Hmmm…I may have to think on it.” He pressed his forehead to hers and smiled. “Could we consider this payment for my rescue?”
“But, of course, my little fox.” She pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Anders responded hungrily, pulling her closer and diving deeper into the kiss. Raven moaned deep in her throat and broke away. “You have quite a debt, you know.”
Anders smiled and kissed her again, more fiercely than the first. They both sank into the bed, letting themselves become wrapped up in each other and forgot about Rylock and the Templars.