Dahlia stood at the door to the dungeons waiting for the guard to open it. It was time to finally deal with Loghain, Anora and Howe. It had over eight months since they had taken the crown back, but Hayden and Dahlia were too busy dealing with Rowan to care about anything else.
She was led down to the cells, stopping at Loghain's cell. A dishevelled and bearded Loghain approached her, sneering, "To what do I owe this pleasure, you majesty?" He spat out sarcastically.
"I am here to dish out your punishment," She replied, unperturbed.
"Is Hayden too cowardly to do it himself?"
"No," She smiled, ignoring his insult, "Hayden is busy spending time with our daughter. He asked me to deal with this."
"Is that little bastard even his?"
"Rowan is his child. She has the typical Theirin good loo
