THE LION AND THE DOVE sansa stark & laylah Princess Evangeline Valmont of Orlais, pink Bitter winter winds tugged at each inch of skin it touched, and she shivered under the pressure. Certain parts of Orlais were victims to similar colds and harsh mountain weather, but Evangeline was always careful to steer clear of such areas for obvious reasons. Her skin smiled under warmth and the kisses of the sun. This was abysmal, a freezing wasteland that she would rather remove herself from the second an opportunity arose. But there was no choice about this, she knew. No way for her to rebel against fate. Her calling pushed her forward further up snow-smothered cobblestone and onward toward destiny. Destiny could have picked a warmer spot. Maker's Breath. The eerie, lime green glow of the hole in the sky turned the snow into a color of its likeness, offering the sense that evil lurked around every corner. She supposed it did, in a way. Evangeline had been warned from villagers in surrounding towns to be careful on the road as demons were running rampant, always flowing freely from the tear in the heavens. She was confident that she could protect herself, her knowledge of the ways of magic having saved her in the past, but still she remained wary. Demons were nothing like fighting off bandits or assassins. They targeted mages, which left a nagging sense of constant fear in her heart. If the hole in the sky grows any larger, they will come for the mages indefinitely. What would I do then? she thought, casting Fade-ridden clouds a cautious stare. Andraste, watch over us all. No worse for wear, the great wooden gates of Haven came into view and Evangeline audibly sighed her relief. Removing the hood from her head, she looked up to the guards on watch and brought forth a small portion of her case. "Who goes there?" they called down to the young stranger. "A messenger from Orlais," she replied, the thickness of her accent providing evidence to her origins. There was no sense in telling them the whole truth quite yet, however. "I wish to speak with the leaders of the Inquisition, or those who would hail my audience." The guards looked at each other, questioning the validity of her statement, but when they saw that she posed no threat they came to a quick decision. "Stay there," one said. "We will send someone to you for questioning." "I appreciate it," Evangeline replied, though deep down she did not. If I stay out here much longer, I'll surely freeze. She hoped the Inquisition's fires were warm.