Other Fan Fiction ❯ MarrinXFenris ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It was the end of the circle of magi, the mages ran wild while their once templar captors ventured after them. The Champion was made Viscount, her companions slowly going their own ways. While she silently mourned the death of Anders and blossomed with the romance she and Fenris shared. The Champion was now engrossed in problems she never wanted, and had greatly hoped to avoid. However, with the First Enchanter and Meridith passings, (along with the previous Viscount; ) this was now her problem.
In all her days of adventuring, Marrin hadn't ever wanted this. She had hoped for a more pleasant life in Kirkwall and was only greeted with more problems. Of course, poor Marrin was always a great help with these problems, some would even call her nosy; nonetheless she had done much for the city.
She had many things now, a home, a incredibly job, and among all else, her beloved Fenris. It wasn't to be understood, she adored Fenris with all the passion and flame she could muster. There wasn't any surprise that he felt the same way, even if he was far more discreet than she was. Ofter it was heard how the Viscount had a thing for knife-ears, and just how much she favored them, in and out of her bedroom.
Fenris was taking the transition and the rumors well, now living inside Marrin Hawke's manner and arranging their wedding. They were quite happy together, lover's till the end. An end they both hoped wouldn't come too quickly. Fenris and Marrin would surely have the wedding they dreamed of; and deserved. It would be a splendid wedding, filled with all their old friends and Marrin's remaining relatives, along with Fenris's sister, Varania. Marrin thought it to be a shame neither of her siblings or parents were alive to see this wedding. She secretly grieved at night away from Fenris's ears, (or so she thought,) crying.
Inside Marrin's manor, there were many rooms, and settling in, Fenris was given his own bedroom. Marrin thought sharing her room at this point would be extremely inappropriate. Even if the two were, on occasion, lovers, and were engaged; she didn't wish to share a room just yet. Fenris respected Marrin's wishes and halfhearted took the room. It was down stairs and someways from Marrin's upstairs bedroom. He had settled quite nicely into the room, (which Marrin had called his man cave,) and was taken in by the idea of staying there. It could be thought though that he may of been overwhelmed by marriage. If that was the case, he didn't mention it to his beloved. Moreover he had been the one to propose to his Hawke, and was quite taken with her; even if he didn't admit it.
The wedding itself had been planned out, Sebastian would be the priest in charge of the vows, Aveline's husband, Donnic, would be Fenris's best man. Marrin's uncle Gamlin would be giving her away, her maid of honor would be Merrill, as her other Bride's maid Aveline. There would be white roses engulfing The Keep and silk overlapping. Marrin's dress was elegant and fair, it trailed graciously and easily hugged her shoulders. It had a rosary laced design with small white pearls and ruffles. It was a gorgeous dress, stunning on the hanger, yet incredible off.
As far as the reception arrangements went, it was to be held inside The Hanged Man; twas the one tavern deemed most suitable. The couple hoped their comrades would enjoy going to the one place everyone hung out it. It was where they all had their fun, where they laughed, and where Fenris had finally killed his once master. If anything else, Fenris wished to frolic on the spot in hopes the dead man would scorn upon him. After all, Fenris still hadn't come to grips with mages and tevinters, he most likely never would.
Here Marrin was, happy and overworked, she did long for the day she could leave. Looking out her window, pressed black hair and face in her hand, plainly staring. The sky so blue, the clouds moving, and her blades stayed sheathed for an eternity feel more. She wished to leave, find something more. Go back to Fereldin maybe, start a life in Denerim or Redcliff. Begone of this heavy burden she never wanted.
Yet there was Fenris, if she dared venture out with him now, whose to say when they would marry? What if their friends didn't come next time in fear it was also a ruse? Or that they were simply too engulfed in their lives to come? It was too mch to purely chance, Marrin knew that.
Sighing she tied to force herself back to work, there wouldn't be any procrastination so long as she had work. There was treaties to be signed, motions to be made, people's lives to utter be dangled at her word. Ultimately though she had trust to gain and people to avoid.
Her latest aversion was in fact Fenris, of late he had become even more fickle than usual. Was it because she hid her grief? The stress of the wedding? Or was it from something she did, didn't do, or said? Marrin didn't rightfully know, Fenris kept much to himself and Marrin didn't care to push him.
She signed as her beautiful, straight black hair fell onto the paper in front of her. This had been something else she hadn't wanted to decide; the fate of a insane man on death row. He had killed numerous people while hurting himself and mutilated others he didn't kill. The people wished for him dead, as the chantry asked him restrained. It was purely her call, and she didn't quite know the correct answer. How was she to know if the Chantry, after being demolished in close proximity, as well as loosing control all over the world, would be able to hold the man. It was also hard to say killing the man was right either. She was at a loss at what she should do, what was right, and how would it turn out.
Obviously, if she didn't do something the people would become angry, possibly rebel. After all that happened over the few months, she didn't need that. However, would killing the mad stop anything? Wouldn't there be another killer, one just as bad, and insane as him? She had seen many people on her travels, most weren't in there right mind. She had spared them, why was he any different? After all, she never hesitated on saving the others, only when it came to him. It could of been the weight of this decision with it's consequences. Or the fact she never wanted this to fall into her hands. That in fact may not be completely true. She had actually asked for this when she saw King Alistair.
Sighing once more, and possibly feeling a winkle on her young face, Marrin stood up. At the moment she wanted help, help on deciding the fate of this man, yet she knew none would come. Suddenly there was a knock on her office door. "Marrin?" A ever familiar voice called out. It was husky and strong, like a beacon in a foggy night, demanding and showing strongly above all else.
She stopped pacing, "Come in," Quickly Marrin sat in her chair and pretended to look busy. Being a rogue had advantages, such as stealth and quick movement. The assassin shadow rogue had learned many a thing in her travels. One of which was that Fenris liked a woman whom worked. Quickly she put her signature on the paper before her while Fenris walked in. Before he could speak Marrin gave him the paper.
"Please see that reaches the clerk when you leave." She said not even looking up. She knew whom it was, yet had forgotten what she had just signed. Marrin had signed the man's death warrent, and a mildly pissed Fenris took the paper. "I'm not a dog Marrin." He said warningly, not liking the way he was treated. Marrin smiled up at him before leaving her seat once more. Carefully she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him intimately. Fenris found himself giving into her kiss, enjoying the feel, the intensity it brought. So much so he almost crumbled the paper in his hand.
Realizing this, Marrin released their kiss and continued to smile at him. "I missed you." She told him taking his free hand. Fenris looked over at the now closed door and back at her, "I... I missed you too." There was a nervousness to his voice, he was still unsure on how to present his feelings into words. In actuality Marrin thought it cute, a man as strong as him, as daring, and handsome, could hardly tell a woman how he felt.
Marrin placed her hand around his face while Fenris took it gently, cuddling it softly. "What brings you by Fenris?" She asked him still smiling at him sweetly. Fenris lowered their hands, not leaving her touch, smiling back at her. "I came to see you Hawke, after all, we haven't been talking much lately." Marrin started to frown, it was true she had avoided him as of late, however he seemed so loving today. "Are you nervous about the wedding?" She asked, Marrin's grip tightening on Fenris's hand.
Fenris pulled her near him, holding her in his embrace, making sure not to hurt her. "I am terrified Hawke, however," He released her enough so their eyes met, "I want to marry you, I feel it is needed as much as it is wanted." Fenris kissed her once more further wrinkling the paper in his hand. It didn't matter much in that moment, they two were devoured into each others entity and being. There wasn't anything that could make them leave this feeling or the moment. After what seemed to be an eternity of kissing and desire, the two slowly departed from each other.
When reality finally hit Marrin again she realized the paper in Fenris's hand was severely wrinkled and possibly crumbled. In further horror she realized that it was also the death warrant for a serial killer. She stared up at Fenris in horror and then back at the paper they had crushed. Fenris stared at her confused before looking at the paper in his hand. He brought it to his face before reading its context. "Hawke... this is a death warrant for that serial killer whom was plaguing the streets." Fenris threw his hand over his face, rubbing his forehead. "Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked while the both of them tried fixing the paper. "I can't tell you Viscount business Fenris." She told him while trying to rescue the poor paper.
Fenris stood up straight before heading towards the door. "Even when it isn't Viscount business you don't tell me things Marrin." He stated before putting a hand on the door. Marrin followed him over, extending her hand as to grab his hand. "Fenris, I tell you everything." She informed him, her words admitting her sense of hurt. She hugged him from behind while he leaned his head against the door. "I love you Fenris." Marrin whispered into his ear sweetly before kissing his neck. Fenris let out a soft breath from her kiss, placing his hands over hers. Fenris positioned himself in front of her, frowning but interested. "Then the rumors aren't true?" He asked her.
Marrin looked at him confused, she hadn't thought Fenris would be one to believe a rumor. He was always so collected and disbelieving on things that weren't cold, hard fact. "What rumors? About me taking in elves and having sex with them? That's far from the truth." She was making sure her bright and very mysterious blue eyes looked intensely into his forest green. Fenris's eyes searched her, as if making sure it was true. "I've heard from so many people, including your friends, that this was true." He told her almost innocently.
In so many ways Fenris was like a child, innocent and pure, not knowing what something was. Curious, however distant, not wanting to admit a weakness. Marrin understood this most of all, it was something she loved about him. Sure, if mocked about it or told that she found it cute, he would grow angry, however this only proved her view. After all, he wasn't a free man until a few years ago, not allowed simple joys such as a relationship. Marrin had worked hard to make her way past his barriers, to have him love her back. This childish warrior whom she saw as her protector and confidant.
She swept a piece of hair from his face, shaking her head slowly. "Fenris, as I told you when we first started this, there is no one else. 'Just you'." She comforted him while laying her head on his chest and continuing to hug him. Fenris held her, partly baffled by what she said. There wasn't anyone else Marrin wanted or had taken in. There was him and only him, she cared for no one else. "I'm sorry Marrin, I should have trusted you more." Fenris wasn't the type to cheat or do anything against Marrin, however what he meant was his behavior.
Marrin tried to smile at him, "It's alright Fenris. What's a little bumps and bruises? We'll be married soon." She slowly started letting go of him, keeping her small smile. Before she completely let go Fenris grabbed her face and placed a demanding kiss on her lips. It was greeted by the meeting of their tongues, Marrin's hands now grabbing his shoulders; his own grabbing her waist, both lost in their kiss. That was until the door started to open behind Fenris, making him fall on top of her.
"Well hello Hawke! You must be very..." Isabella started walking into the room to see the two in what she would call an 'intimate' situation. "Oh, may I join in or is there no room?" She asked while the two hurried to a more decent position. "Isabella, we haven't seen you since you left us with the Arashok." Marrin said while Fenris glared at the pirate.
Isabella laughed, amused it seemed, "Well they wanted me dead Hawke. Isn't that tragic?" She looked over to Fenris. "And last time we saw each other this brooding elf had left you heart broken. Shortly before your mother died." She put as if to rub it in Fenris' face. Marrin to this day hadn't quite recovered from her mother's death, it had be tragic to say the least. It was one of the main things that led her to believe Fenris to be right. Mages were a danger that should be kept in the chantry, never to harm anyone.
"How dare you bring her up. Hawke's mother didn-" His growling was cut short by Marrin herself, "Fenris did what he had to, he couldn't have known about what was to happen. Aside from that, me and him are together now, about to marry." Marrin stated to the pirate while taking hold of Fenris' arm.
Isabella smiled, thrilled at their boldness. "I see, actually that's why I came. If there was a wedding to be had, I wanted to be there." She sat atop of Marrin's desk moving her hand over the forgotten piece of paper. "You weren't invited." Fenris snarled hastily while Marrin held onto his arm tighter.
The rogue pirate sighed, "And here I thought we were friends." She stared right at Marrin, "Surely it wouldn't hurt to allow me to come to your wedding?" Isabella's smile was like a cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. It spoke an intention other than the wedding. "I don't want her there Hawke," Fenris had a unsatisfied look on his face, "she wouldn't come back just for us. She lied to us and use you to gain what she wanted."
Marrin was sure Fenris was right and didn't wish anyone there if he didn't approve. "This isn't only my wedding Isabella, it is also Fenris's. If he does-" Isabella held up her hand as she hopped off Marrin's desk, "If you're little elf doesn't want me there then no invite. I understand it Hawke, though I do wonder, when did you start listening to Fenris?" She asked making her way towards the door and heading out; Fenris growling and snarling at her heels.
"That woman has some nerve showing up here after betraying you!" Fenris shouted at the open door. "She left us all to die!" Marrin understood how he felt while she sat back into her seat and leaned back. "She's gone Fenris." Marrin put her arms over her stomach. "And what if she comes back?" Fenris spat at her before realizing what he had done. "What will you do then Hawke?" Marrin looked over her chest at him, not wishing to sit up right. "I'll offer her a cup of tea and dancing! It'll be a jolly time!" Marrin smiled and laughed with her words, Fenris on the other hand barely let a laugh slip. "Seriously... Marrin, don't trust her." Finally Marrin sat up right in her seat as too look at him better. "Fenris, why would I trust someone whom betrayed me?"