Title: Truth or Dare

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Dragon Age belongs to Bioware, I'm making no profit of this.

Author's Notes: Damn. The fluff!Bunny bit me again. Contains spoilers, some possible ooc-ness and playful!Anora.

Not betaed yet. Any volunteers?

Truth or Dare

by owlet

The celebration was slowly winding down; many guests had already left or were on their way to being completely drunk. Loghain had slunk off to a dark corner of the hall and watched the Warden and her friends sitting in a circle a little way off. He was somewhat jealous of the easy camaraderie they shared; even if he had been part of their small group, he had never felt that he belonged; seeing their playful interaction now just drove the point home. The mage and the Qunari had already gone to bed, only the Warden, the bard, the assassin, the dwarf and the Bastard were left.

They were radiant, all of them, but She most of all, seeing her now, cross-legged on the floor, a glass of wine in her hand giggling like a little girl made it hard to believe that she was the one who had united his Ferelden against a Blight.

The group laughed as the bard blushed, got up and proceeded to sit in the assassin's lap.

The merriment abated a little when they became aware of his daughter ambling over to them.


Anora finished her glass of wine and made her way over to the unlikely group of companions who had saved her country. Her father seemed to be in one of his moods, so she had no desire to talk to him right now. He watched the Warden and her friends like a hawk, and if she had read him right over the day, especially the Warden. She found that a little surprising, Ceridwen Amell was a mage, and her father had never really cared for those. But he seemed to care for her. It wasn't obvious, but Anora knew her father pretty well, better than he thought.

And the Warden ... she didn't seem to be indifferent to him either, Anora had caught her looking at him when she thought nobody would notice. The Warden hadn't asked for much when she had offered to grant her a boon, so the least Ceridwen Amell deserved was a little happiness. In Anora's opinion her father deserved the same; so why not kill two birds with one stone?



Ceridwen scrambled to her feet.

"Your Majesty," she said with a respectful bow.

The Queen waved her off.

"I owe you an apology, I think," she said.

Ceridwen just blinked owlishly.

"For using you to get my position back. I usually wouldn't have done that, but I saw no other way," she looked at the group curiously, "Why are you sitting on the floor?"

Ceridwen blushed a little.

"We got a little bored, so Zevran suggested a game they play in Antiva. It's called Truth or Dare. You set parameters before you start and then the first person challenges someone of their choice to either reveal a truth about themselves or do something that takes a little daring. After the Truth is told or the Dare completed the second person challenges someone else. And so on. If you don't want to do the one you pick, you'll have to do the other."

The Queen seemed to mull something over.

"May I join in? I find myself somewhat bored as well. And it's been a long time since I have not been the Queen, but just Anora."

It seemed to Ceridwen as if the Queen was slightly tipsy as well.

"If you'd like ... objections anyone?"

There was a chorus of murmured denials, even if Alistair looked a little uncomfortable.

"All right, the rules are nothing that may be potentially harmful or fatal. Anything else goes."

Ceridwen settled back down and Anora took Leliana's now empty spot on the floor.

"Right, Leliana, it's your turn."

Leliana pursed her lips.

"Well ... Oghren, Truth or Dare?"

The dwarf belched and answered, "Dare."

Leliana grinned.

"I dare you to dance to the song I'm going to play."

"Ha! I'll have you know that I was quite the dancer in my youth!"

Leliana reached over to grab her lute and started to play a melancholy, wistful tune.

Oghren listened for a moment and started to sway his hips seductively gesturing wildly with his arms, a comically moonstruck expression on his face. What he lacked in grace he made up with enthusiasm; and the overall effect was hilarious.

Ceridwen shook with laughter and almost spilled her wine; the rest of her friends didn't fare any better, even the Queen was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Eventually Leliana was finished playing and Oghren sat back down.

"Zevran, Truth or Dare?"


Oghren grinned dirtily.

"Ye've got a pretty lass in yer lap, kiss her neck for a while."

"With pleasure," the Antivan elf purred and bent his head over Leliana's neck, causing her to become quite bug-eyed.

"Your Majesty," he said between nibbles, "Truth or Dare?"

"Tonight it's Anora. Just Anora. I pick Truth," the Queen said.

"Have you ever strayed to another man or woman during your marriage?"

"No, I've always been faithful. Even if my husband didn't do me the same courtesy."

Ceridwen threw a glance into the dark corner where Loghain still stood watching them with the habitual scowl on his face; thus she missed the calculating glance that the Queen shot her.


"Ceridwen," she corrected turning to face the Queen.

"Ceridwen, Truth or Dare?"


"Is there anyone you are infatuated with at the moment and if yes, who is it?"

Ceridwen swallowed. No way she was going to answer that.

"Er ... I'd rather have a Dare."

The Queen grinned at her devilishly.

"I dare you to go over there and kiss my father. A real kiss, not just a peck."

Ceridwen recoiled in shock.

"I thought we agreed on nothing potentially harmful or lethal?"

"Kissing my father hardly counts as that. I have it on good authority that my mother did it time and again, but she never died of it. She had a riding-accident."

Ceridwen gaped at her, opening and closing her mouth like a fish.

"But ... but ..."

"No buts," the Queen said decisively, "Either you tell the Truth or you complete the Dare. Those are the rules, no?"

The Warden took a deep breath and got to her feet.

"Fine. But if he does kill me, I'm going to come back as a ghost and haunt you for the rest of your life," she growled.

The Queen didn't seem impressed at all and just carelessly waved her hand.

"Go on."

Ceridwen turned around and slowly went over to Loghain. He saw her coming, of course, raising an eyebrow at her when she stopped in front of him.


She just sighed and motioned for him to bend down a little. He did so with a quizzical look on his face, probably thinking she wanted to whisper something in his ear.

It wasn't quite enough, she still couldn't reach him, so she grabbed the tiny braids next to his face and pulled him down the rest of the way, squeezing her eyes shut as their lips met.

It wasn't much of a kiss, of course, for one he didn't respond at all; so she quickly let go of his hair, mumbled, "Sorry, Queen's orders," and fled back to the circle of her friends.

Her glass had been refilled in her absence and she grabbed it and gulped down most of its contents before looking at the others.

Oghren was wriggling his eyebrows at her, Zevran and Leliana looked amused, Alistair looked faintly nauseated and the Queen like the cat that ate the bird. Or five.

"You're blushing," the Queen remarked.

"Of course I'm blushing, that was absolutely humiliating!"

In more ways than one, she thought. What had Jowan always said? Don't get angry, get even.

"Alistair? Truth or Dare?"


"There's a broom-closet just down the hall. Take your soon to be bride and make out with her in there. Anora, I count on you that you'll be as insistent with him that he completes his dare, as you were with me."

That seemed to have gotten her, as she stared at Ceridwen in shock.

Alistair was blushing and stuttering, and finally Anora just rolled her eyes and dragged him off, Oghren following to have an eye on the correct completion of the Dare, as he said.

Suddenly there were only three people left, and after a while Zevran stood and helped Leliana to her feet.

"I think we'll bid you a good night, it's rather unlikely that they'll be back," he said.

Leliana hugged her and followed him out.

Feeling a little abandoned, Ceridwen went out on the terrace to get some air; the wine had made her a little light-headed. She sat her glass down on the balustrade and enjoyed the view of the city of Denerim bathed in moonlight.

"Would you care to explain to me what that was about earlier," came a familiar, terse voice from behind her.

"Oh Maker," Ceridwen gasped turning around, "You scared me. I'm so, so sorry about that. It was just a silly game..."

She babbled on explaining the rules, saying that she was sorry again and again.

"Stop apologizing, what's done is done," Loghain snapped impatiently.

Ceridwen froze mid-sentence and swallowed hard.

"You could however make amends," he continued, his voice only marginally softer.

"Yes ... yes, of course. How?"

He took a step closer so they were almost touching and put a hand on the balustrade on either side of her.

"Don't move," he murmured and swooped down on her lips in a kiss that made her feel another kind of light-headedness that had nothing whatsoever to do with the wine; somehow she found herself pressed against his breastplate with her hands in his hair.

When he finally pulled back, one corner of his mouth was pulled up in a slight smirk.

"If you would like to continue this, I believe you know where my room is," he said, pushing away from the balustrade.

Ceridwen watched him leave still frozen in place, her mind in complete confusion.

Only one thought made it to the surface as she slowly made her way up the stairs: Alistair was wrong, swooping isn't bad at all.

The End (or is it?)


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