“The wine tastes even better when you hear good news, have you noticed that?” Theodore asked Donna after taking another gulp.
“Sure, I'm not very big drinker so…”
The air inside the castle had shifted. What began as a measured exchange between two calculating minds had softened into something almost indulgent.
The wine flowed generously, dark and rich, filling their glasses again and again as laughter, subtle challenges, and unspoken ambitions mingled in the vast chamber.
There was also a meal brought forth just to celebrate the piece of information Theodore had received, he was truly happy.
Varric had ever only seen his high Lord this excited when he got married to his queen, Vanessa, who was tragically killed by one of the werewolves.
Not even the birth of his daughter had brou
