| Blackwall

Betrayal would be the word? Or pain? Better both, since that's what you felt: betrayal and pain. You had trusted him so much, you had thought he was the perfect one. A Grey Warden who had been alone for so long, but when he joined the Inquisition, he already had a partner... it was you. How dare he do that? How dare he humiliate you like that? How hard it was for him to tell the truth to your face. After sharing nights of oaskon, whispers of love. You never learned his true identity from him; you learned his true identity when you saved him from being accused, and the worst part was that he dared to break your heart with such coldness, with that phrase you still remembered. "I still serve the Inquisition, I still serve you... but we are nothing." And yet, you still longed to have him in your arms again.