No, your Reverence. I will not allow that to happen.

Oh, the usual. Attempted assassinations, uprisings, fancy parties with stinky cheeses.

But joining the Chantry wasn't my idea. My fate was decided for me long before that.

Ha! Yes!

Why not? This is my duty. If I'm going to be a king, I want to be a good king.

Well, super.

Can you cook?

I'm actually a bit jealous that you're staying with the Grey Wardens, to be honest. I'm sure we'll see each other again.

I've been there. Trust me, it isn't pretty.

Did I say that? I meant that dogs raised me. Giant, slobbering dogs from the Anderfels. A whole pack of them, in fact.

Oh? Liar. Suit yourself.

Yes, of course. I thought we all--huh... you watch me?

I suppose I could... but I really would rather not.

What have you done for me? Made me king, that's what.

And this here is Daveth, a... fellow from Denerim.

On the list of things I thought might happen today, a Qunari attack would have been near the bottom.

That lever over there! It will release the hounds!

I didn't say it was a good plan.

And when we sleep, it's even worse. You learn to block it out after a while, but at first it's hard. It's supposed to be worse for those who Join during a Blight. How is it for you?

Oh, I wasn't talking about me... just... forget I said anything.

Die!

We were very pleased to discover you alive. Your brother thought you had died at Ostagar.

And quite frankly I can't think of anything better than that.

Is it? I'm trying to find a bright side to all this. I suppose it wasn't very convincing.

He risked a lot of trouble with the grand cleric to help me.

I knew that Arl Eamon wanted this for me, but I never did. I thought for sure that there would be a way out of it, but then you went and put me on the throne yourself. Why?

Calm down. I'm just curious. People have claimed that the Maker has talked to them before. Hundreds, all recorded in the Chantry archives. But they were all...

The throne? He's the queen's father. Still, I can't see how he'll get away with murder.

Err... yes?

I hope your route is clear, here.

Oh, you're so funny. Such rapier wit.

I love you. I'll always love you. But there are things that are more important than what I want. I wish it were otherwise.

I... all right... that does sound bad.

Grand Enchanter. Imagine how surprised I was to learn you’d given Redcliffe Castle away to a Tevinter magister.

Yes... I'm sorry, too. I guess I should have known better.

Don't dodge the question. I'm serious.

So can we do this? Go to Redcliffe and these other places and... build an army?

They treat me differently. I become the bastard prince to them instead of just Alistair.

You're asking me?

I... I don't know. Duncan said that the Grey Wardens of Orlais had been called. And Arl Eamon would never stand for this, surely.

Well, I'm standing. Here I am. Make me king, not her. Being a good king is about more than the right breeding.

I suppose you're right. We can create new Grey Wardens, but we'll never get back those we lost. I wonder if it would ever feel the same?

Oh... blast it!

There's so much at stake, and you're just in it for yourself, aren't you? Unbelievable.

Nope. Dogs and I don't get along. You do it, if you're so eager. Leave me out of it.

Well aren't you just chock full of useless trivia today.

Yes?

You mean there's more to it than just, say, chopping off its head?

Let's go.

I hate it when you say that...