My PrinceTitle: My Prince
Game: Dragon Age
Disclaimer: I do not own this world or the characters.
In the late evening, deep in the walls of Denirum's palace, King Alistair sat, brushing a frustrated hand through his short blonde hair, then pulling it down his face, past his sky blue eyes to the prickling hairs on his chin. "It's days like this that I really don't want to be king," he mumbled to himself like a child pouting.
"Your Majesty, are you sure you should say that?" said his evening guard, Peter from Redcliff.
Alistair glanced over at Peter with a grimace. "You have perfect hearing, as always."
"I have to, ser," Peter proclaimed proudly, and looked like he was about to continue when Alistair interrupted.
"I know. 'I need good hearing to sense if anyone has come to assassinate you.'," Alistair repeated as if he had heard it multiple times. He sighed heavily. "Why don't you go get me some wine or something. If I'm going to go out of m