“We stay together…no matter what happens.”

Alistair,

I’ve never really noticed how cold the night wind is here in Denerim even in the summertime. It’s always a little warmer in Highever, have I told you that?  But then again, maybe it’s your absence that makes everything seem cold and still.

Do know that I hate you for making a decision and leaving me with no other options…and with that stupid grin of yours too, I might add.

You had quite a funeral, my love. Thousands of Ferelden citizens have arrived to honor the King and Hero they have not had the chance to meet. A celebration in your honor is still being held inside the palace at this moment, but I thought that I would spend some time away from those to be with you.

I couldn’t pull myself away from thinking that I should have been the one in that casket. It feels so wrong, to see everything fall into place and you’re not here to witness it. I know you wanted me to live, but I would have preferred death if it meant being with you.

I miss you so much Alistair, more than words can say.

Please come back.

Marri and Alistair