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mxanigel · 1 year
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after the Battle of Denerim
A bit beyond six sentences for this particular Sunday~ ^_^
Queen Anora Mac Tir learns of the Archdemon's fall and her father's death. Features forced-betrothal awkwardness with Alistair and a vulnerable moment with Heather Cousland.
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“My queen, I bring news regarding the fight against the Archdemon.”
The messenger’s hunched posture and inability to meet Anora’s eyes convey more than enough, but she must hear the truth from the woman’s lips. “Report.”
“The burst of light we saw did mark the creature’s death. The Blight is over.”
Over, at long last. But at what cost? “Who survived?”
“Most forces led into battle by Warden Surana remain with us, though many soldiers are injured.”
It is still strange to hear others refer to that mage as a commander. “What of the Wardens themselves?”
“Warden Riordan was killed mid-battle. Warden Surana yet lives. But Teyrn— Warden Mac Tir…”
Her heart twists. Her throat clenches. Her emotions do not—cannot show on her face. “I said, report.”
The messenger gulps. “According to Warden Surana, Warden Mac Tir died while delivering the final blow that killed the Archdemon.”
Surana did not claim the credit. Anora sets aside that detail for later consideration. “So it is defeated.”
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“By my father’s hand.”
“That is what I was told.”
Then he fell protecting the country he loved. A mixture of grief and relief she will not reveal builds pressure behind her eyes. “Thank you for the report. Ensure what we know is recorded. Once Denerim recovers, we will celebrate this victory.”
“Yes, my queen.” The messenger hesitates.
Anora narrows her eyes. “You are dismissed.”
The woman bows and flees the room.
There is much to be done—Denerim still burns, soldiers and civilians alike are injured, and even the healthy will require rations, shelter, a place to sleep. Anora is not so naive as to believe that no hostiles remain within the city walls simply because the Archdemon was slain. And she did not spend nearly every waking moment ruling this nation in Cailan’s absence and after his death to watch it fall apart now.
Hour after hour passes. Only her steward’s intervention ensures she eats meals at reasonable times. It’s long past sunset when a gentle tap on her elbow startles her out of her focus. She glances up to find Alistair’s face creased with concern. “You should rest.”
“Later.”
He grips her shoulder. “I don’t think you’ll enjoy me being the one to remind you of your duty to our people.”
Anora shakes off his grasp. “I accept your point. I will retire for the evening.”
“I’m not sure right now still counts as ‘evening,’ Anora.”
A realization of weariness unexpectedly doubles the weight of her limbs. “I will retire for the night. Alone.”
He exhales and steps back, his hands raised in defense. “We aren’t married yet. I wasn’t going to ask.”
She blames exhaustion for her words, her tone. Exhaustion and repressed sorrow. “Thank you, Alistair. For checking on me.”
He blinks. “Of course I checked on you. And… you’re welcome.”
Anora nods once in acknowledgment. Then she pushes herself away from the desk and wraps herself in a veneer of weary calm en route to her chamber, offering tired greetings and words of thanks to those she meets along the way. But once she closes the door behind her, she slumps backward against it and sliding down to the floor, burying her head in her arms. Yet tears do not fall.
“I knew you wouldn’t relax until you were back here.”
Anora bolts upright, grabbing the nearby bronze candlestick—not much of a weapon, but it is preferable to empty hands. Then her alarm eases enough to recognize the woman seated on her bed. “Maker take you, Heather. When did you sneak into my room?”
Heather Cousland yawns while languidly stretching her arms above her head. “Some time ago. You kept me waiting.”
Anora opens her mouth to protest the absurd claim and then decides against it. Heather is goading her into a retort. “I asked you to support civilians in finding shelter. Why are you here?”
“Because after I heard about your father, I needed to be at your side.”
Admitting her selfishness instead of declaring she did this for my sake is unlike her. Moisture stings Anora’s eyes. “What game are you playing?”
Heather quickly crosses the space between them to grasp her hands. “No game, Anora. You’re hurting, no matter how well you hide it. When you hurt, I hurt. If you don’t want me here, say the word, and I’ll leave. But if there’s anything I can do to support you, name it, and it’s yours.”
Anora stands perfectly still as a battle rages in her mind. She must maintain her own strength. Any cracks will only confirm the belief that she should not be queen. Despite Surana’s surprising machinations, her betrothal to Alistair—and thus her position—is not set in stone, and she will not provide Arl Eamon further reason to argue against it.
But Heather’s gentle, earnest gaze overpowers her weakening defenses. She collapses into her arms, finally releasing her grief.
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arwenamell · 1 year
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Anora drawing
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valtianan · 1 year
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mistress to the king and queen of ferelden
so’nan tabris belongs to @mermianar
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pumpkincalico · 10 months
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POV you are Celia Mac Tir
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0alix0 · 3 months
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1) Aeducan deserves much more love & attention 2) Oghren is a buddy fu 3) LET ANORA KISS A LADY DWARF GODDAMNIT!!
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zalizna-pani · 24 days
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wheretheresawyll · 5 months
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still boggles my mind that in the year 2024 most players still ignore anora's character just to reduce her to a lying backstabber, when she only goes against you if:
you reveal her identity to ser cautherine and howe's soldiers, defeating the entire purpose of her disguise and also ignoring what she told you literally one minute before about how they can't know she's escaping with you - thereby betraying her first
you ignore her completely in denerim after she asks you to come talk to her, and only show up to the landsmeet
you bring up loghain's fate, and when she tells you that she would rather him be spared if possible, you tell her to her face that her father has to die
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knuttydraws · 1 year
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Her Majesty Anora Mac Tir -- What can i say, this armour was fun 🙃
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I'm continuing my DAO replay and like....... are we just not going to talk about the fact that Anora's handmaiden is Orlesian?
I'm sorry, how did the Queen of Fereldan end up with an Orlesian handmaid? Did Loghain approve of that? Because I bet he sure didn't! Given everything about him, I bet he threw a real stink about that! And yet, Erlina is close enough to Anora to beg the wardens to save her after she's locked up by Howe, appearing entirely loyal to her.
So I broke out the World of Thedas vol2 to see if it said something in there about her and I couldn't find anything. All the wiki has to say is, "Erlina is the handmaiden of Queen Anora. Not much is known about her background but she apparently escaped from Orlais. Arl Eamon suspects that she is more than a simple servant."
Gee, ya think, Eamon?
I just find that to be a very interesting detail, one that has my theorist gears cranking and spinning.
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illusivesoul · 9 months
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"Everything I have done has been to secure Ferelden's independence"
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captainskells · 2 years
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Queen Anora Theirin of Ferelden
I got reminded recently about Celene's quote about Anora and got angry again. It's all thorns and brambles here in doglord land
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haniebnie · 10 days
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you could be my silver spring blue-green colors flashin' i would be your only dream your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'
king's burden fic
i love you dao anora
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anna-dreamer · 7 months
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Day 14. Husband.
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rosykims · 5 months
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honestly im so glad bioware nerfed the cousland origin by not making them as socially & politically powerful as they technically ought to be. bc i think if i had to confront the whole cousland/mac tir situation in canon as opposed to just my own unsalvageable deep fried thoughts i think i would contract some sort of brain eating bacterial infection and die :/
#tay plays dao#oc: elspeth#of COURSE elspeth Knows these people! ofc she knows eamon !and teagan ! she and cailan were friends and maric held her as a baby !!!!!!!#and of COURSE. of COURSE she knows the mac tirs. the only other teyrnir family. inherent allies AND rivals to the kings favor. ok. okokokok#but thinking abt the post occupation solidarity between all of ferelden. bryce and loghain letting their daughters be friends#elspeth and anora being the BEST of friends growing up. each one spending months at highever or gwaren respectively#god. thinking about loghain as a godfather figure to elspeth makes me insane. thinking of anora being a sister to elspeth makes me insaner#the girls later growing up and recognising that the kingdom was beginning to set the two of them up against one another as they + cailan#came of age. realizing one of them would likely be chosen as queen and the other would Not.#and its not so much the jealous/competitiveness that drove them apart but the fear that the other one thought less of them for it#idk. idk idk idk.#i just love making things complicated. i love the idea that when alistair kills loghain its like... 1) elspeth is horrified bc he was at on#point like family to her.#and then 2) grateful ! bc what sort of family would do all of this to her !!!!!!!!!#and then his death also being the final nail in the coffin for anora and elspeth's friendship. H. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#I CANT. I CANT EVEN THINK OF THIS IM GOING TO GO SOAK MY HEAD OR WHATEVER COUSLAND SAYS TO DAIRREN IDEK.
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smashingpigeons · 2 years
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I am no mother
I am no bride
I am King
“King” - Florence + the Machine
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juniemoe · 1 year
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