Ancient Half

by narikopathfinder

Summary:

What would happen is Solas woke up some four decades earlier than in canon? Well, Solas in his weakened state was ambushed by Tevinter slavers. Brought to the Minrathous Slave Market and sold to the Pavus family household.

Now, what happens to him here? There are some surprises, he did not think possible.

Chapter 1

Solas observed the bustle of the grand kitchen of the mansion. He had grown accustomed to the atmosphere here. The slaves, however, were happy as they could be. It brought him back to more ancient times when he used to be a slave. And now he was again puzzled he had woken up a couple of years ago. 

 

His magic was weak after sleeping for close to a thousand years. Why he felt the need to wake up at this point, he didn't know. And his agents were still asleep. A try to reach out in their eternal sleep was beyond his powers at the moment, on the way to locate his old foci. But on the way, he had been ambushed by slavers and brought to Minrathous slave market. 

 

Acting like a slave felt familiar. And a little comforted in how he knew what to do. How to behave and how too, fake his deference. He was sold to the esteemed Pavus family, and in the past few years, he managed to climb through the ranks of the slave hierarchy. He was now permitted to attend and serve the Master and Mistress of the mansion. 

 

"Las! Mistress Aquinea requires your services in her private chambers." another slave. Looking quite old despite only being no more than 65. 

 

Still so young, yet you look so old.  Solas thought sadly, to think, that his imprisonment of the Evanuris would have such repercussions. And giving the humans ample chances to enslave his people again. Not to their kind but the humans who were able to pick up the pieces of a broken Empire. 

 

"Of course, Master Erasmus," He added with a nod and offered a mirthful smile. Solas decided to ignore the older elf's sputtering embarrassment and the echoes down the servant's hall. 

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Solas knocked gently on the door to her chambers. Mistress Aquinea was not like most Magisters. Well, she still had that arrogant pride only someone of noble birth and power could have. But over the years, she had warmed up to him. Sometimes she asked for his advice. And Solas would answer as best as he could. And the more she learned from him. And how she showed such a keen interest in ancient history. Solas was eager to tell the stories he had seen in the fade. And then about, a year-an-half ago, they had indulged in more, carnal and indulging in pleasures. Solas didn't mind it happening that one time she was just a human. And temporarily his Mistress. It was not the first time he experienced this. And he never could figure out why he felt an attraction to someone. Who was supposed to be tranquil in this new world?

 

He caught the affirmative words beyond the door and stepped inside. 

 

"Erasmus said Mistress Aquinea requested my presence in her chambers." He announced as Aquinea beckoned him to where she was sitting on a divan. 

 

With a wave of her hand, magic coated the private chambers. And Solas showed his confusion at her display of magic. He recognised the intent of a privacy spell she invented to avoid eavesdropping. Gossip was unavoidable for a prominent magister family in the imperium. However, there were different spells for privacy. Some distorted sounds, others created tricks in front of people's eyes. 

 

"Good, you're here Solas, I have some news please, sit beside me," Aquinea muttered stiffly. 

 

Solas was surprised. It was rare for her to break the expectations of their ranks. He was a slave and her his Mistress. Except for the times Aquinea indulged with him in her bed. Yet, out of an ancient habit, he did not say a word as he sat down. 

 

Aquinea rarely had this kind of situation at hand. Las was the perfect example of a good slave. Attentive, hardworking, a perfectionist and didn't complain. Experienced in bed too, she could admit that much. 

 

As a lover Las...was incredible. Nothing like Halward, who was supposed to be her husband, yet they had been married three years and no child and heir to show for their union. And today, the family physician had given her some unexpected news. 

 

"The family physician gave me some news," Aquinea began. "I'm with child, after so many years of trying, I can barely believe it Las, I'll have a baby." It was not easy to restrain her excitement, but a part of her also feared for the safety of her unborn child.  

 

"Congratulations to you and Master Halward, Mistress, the other ladies will not need to pass on needless gossip," Solas added neutrally. But when Aquinea did not answer him right away, he caught her hesitant look, drawing closer to her stomach. Too early to show yet.  He reasoned, but it did not explain why Aquinea could act so confident. But instead of utmost joy at the thought of having a baby, she was cautious. 

 

"Las- no," she muttered and fixed the elf with a troubled gaze. "Solas, the news was a surprise to me. I was starting to believe I was barren, that I could never complete my duty as Halward's wife."

 

"And now you two have succeeded. Should you not be happier?" He inquired. 

 

"I am happy Solas. But this child does not feel like Halward's," Aquinea pointed out as she allowed a faint glow of magic to surround her stomach. She brought his hand to her stomach as well. Encouraging him to feel the thrum of magic. 

 

"I don't understand Aquinea, wha-?" Solas said, confused. And he felt the feel of the magic underneath Aquinea's, felt like his own. "This magic..."

 

"Feels, like your magic, does it not?"

 

"Yes, but that would mean that this child is yours and-" 

 

"Half yours yes," Aquinea finished with a weary smile. Solas was surprised by the news. 

 

Of course, he was aware that humans and elves could have children. But he never expected it would work with him. I'm not like them, and back in Elvhenan having children was rare. He rationalised, and from what he'd gathered in the fade and among the other slaves. A child between an elvhen slave and a human was kept a secret. Or at least, never openly spoken about. But this news also meant. It was time to leave this place.

 

"How far along are you Aquinea?" Solas asked, he could admit to himself that this child. Already had his magic, so similar to ancient Elvhenan. Your life will not be easy in this world. He already had an idea of how this child's life would be. 

"The physician said in three months, I wonder whether it will be a girl or a boy? Hopefully a girl..." She added with a smile. 

 

Solas chuckled, it was interesting to know that in a country like Tevinter, built on the remains of his people. Had lacking comprehension in how to find out the sex of the child with a little magic. "I'm afraid he will disappoint you Aquinea." 

 

"He? How can you know that the baby will not be born for another 6 months? " 

 

"Ah, it is something I learned in my youth," Solas added quickly, it was not a complete lie. He had been younger by a few millennia when he learned about the trick. 

 

Solas sighed as he reluctantly removed the hand away from the faint singing pulse of the baby's magic. "Seeing as his birth will be important to you. I must leave this household and this country," he added and Aquinea frowned. 

 

"Leave? Las, slaves, cannot leave that easily. And the process of having you freed, to become a Laetan. It will take years..." She pointed out. It was next to impossible. Once a slave in Tevinter you. You are one for the rest of your life.

 

"I have an idea Aquinea, you do not need to get involved in this. And it will be easier for the boy if I'm not around."

 

Aquinea was about to tell him it couldn't be as simple as he made it sound. But when she thought it over, there were the chances of the baby looking like Solas. But it was rare for a child of such a union to take after their human parent. It would be easier to let her son grow up in this household without the father among the slaves. There will be talk and gossip, Halward? How would he react to it?  

 

"You may be right." She agreed, "Can you stay until he's born? The least you can do is see him?"

 

Solas hesitated, matters would be easier the sooner he left. But the boy will not be born yet. I can spend the time until he's born, to plan. "Very well, I'll stay until he's born. But after that, it is no longer safe for me to stay here?"

 

"Yes, I understand."

Chapter 2

Summary:

Solas is getting on Aquinea's nerves. And baby Dorian is trying to calm down the situation.

The next six months the day to day life went as per usual. Chores and socialising with the other slaves. Solas kept an open ear listening to the gossip. 

 

Halward was excited about the thought of having a baby. Although Aquinea for reasons unknown to him had decided to keep the child's gender a secret. 

 

Admittedly Solas had been pleasantly surprised at how fascinated he was with having the chance to feel the boy kick. Or push and sometimes the boy would give out a faint swirl of magic pulsing through the stomach. 

 

Aquinea always insisted it felt warm and the boy would do well within the primal fire school of magic. Solas disagreed and pointed out it would be difficult to tell until the boy was older. 

 

"I wish he would get out already. Kicking me like this feels like my skin will tear open..." Aquinea muttered and scowled down at her stomach. 

 

Solas chuckled, "I believe your wish will come true soon enough." The healer had mentioned it would be a matter of a few weeks until the baby was born.``What do you say da'len?" He asked the baby, still hiding in his mother's womb, "do you want to come out soon and see this strange world?" He inquired and let his hand wander over Aquinea's stomach. 

 

As if trying to answer the question, the baby pushed his foot against the wall firmly. "Fasta vass!? If you kick this much after you're born, I fear the slaves will have another menace on their hands!" Aquinea shrieked and gave Solas an affronted glare, "my parents said I wasn't this impossible while I was still in the womb. This strength has to be from your side." She insisted.

 

Solas shrugged innocently, "I don't know I never had parents," he admitted. 

 

"Never? But you must have had a mother? A father?" She inquired and was surprised to see how quickly his facial expression changed. Aquinea couldn't remember seeing his eyes look like a violent storm before. 

 

"Solas? You had a father at least with that expression?" 

 

He tried to reign in his temper. It was ridiculous he was no longer a stumbling youth and young general fighting in a war. But the memory of Elgar'nan's punishments. 

 

"He may have been a father. But he was not a good one," Solas bit the words out. He was brought out of his anger, with the faint thrum of fade magic. Brushing against the palm of his hand, "not even born yet, and already using your magic against me?" It was a pleasant surprise and a part of him wondered what kind of mage the boy would become in the future. His ancient anger was all but forgotten. 

 

Aquinea did not understand how his voice would sound so amused and sad at the same time. "You can still change your mind. Stay, watch him grow up." It was a suggestion she had brought up several times. Over the past few months, however, the answer was the same.

 

"No, It will benefit no one if I stay. Both of you will be better off without me." Solas reasoned, "You should not take Master Halward for a fool if I were to spend time with the boy? He did not survive as a Magister all these years and not notice the smaller differences."

 

Childishly her lips formed into a pout. "I'm aware of what Halward can accomplish once he has a goal in mind. Hopefully, the birth of this one will give him something else to think about."

 

"If you are that confident, there is no reason for me to stay," Solas added with a wry smile. 

 

"You're impossible," Aquinea muttered and looked down to her stomach. "Can you promise me? You won't be like your birth father?" She asked, and she was not sure why the baby decided to be quiet.

 

"Fasta Vass! what kind of menace will I give birth to?" She swore and was interrupted by Solas's chuckles. "What?" She snapped, 

 

"You want to give birth to a dragonling?" He suggested with a wry smile tugging at his lips. He felt a pillow take the turn to hit him in the face. Solas knew he could have tried to dodge the pillow. But that might have made things worse. 

 

"No, can you imagine the talking then? The traditionalists still believe in the old gods. if they got wind of a dragon baby born to a human...there would be a fuss. And the chances of a new Tevinter dragon worshipping cult would show up quickly." 

 

"A good thing I'm no dragon then." Solas reasoned and he was relieved when that did not earn another pillow sent his way. I never liked that form. 

 

"Then perhaps you'll give birth to a wolf cub-" Solas was unable to finish what he had to say before another pillow hit him. 

 

"Oh, stop it!?"

 

"You asked and I offered some answers. Not my fault you did not approve." 

 

"Yes, I did ask." She admitted with a smile, "you know Las, I understand that you are scared to stay. But if you and this little one were to meet one day," Aquinea hinted as she rubbed over her stomach. "Can you promise me you will protect him?" 

Solas looked at her then. And he was caught off guard by the question. He could not say for sure after he returned to Uthenera. Or when I will wake up once more. I may end up sleeping through his life. And never meet. My plan still needs to be set in motion. He knew that this current life couldn't go on forever. 

 

Too many questions, he couldn't answer. But even if his son. Would be raised by another man. It could not be that difficult to protect him if we meet by chance. Solas reasoned, even if he believed it would never happen. "I can- no, I'll do my best to protect him if we meet one day. "

 

"You hear that? Still wants to run away but promises to protect you out in the world." Aquinea cooed softly.

 

Solas couldn't help but remember someone else he had known a long time ago. With a similar expression on her face. And the loss changed her.  The thought was fleeting, but he could not afford to dwell on ancient memories. 

 

"I must return to my work, Master Halward, sent a missive that he should be back before the baby arrives." He added and, Aquinea did not seem eager to be left alone. 

 

"Oh, I know but, Halward said he would be home?"

 

"That was what the missive implied, said something about walking out of a Magisterium meeting if it took too long."

 

"You know Las, you are very educated for being a slave," she pointed out. 

 

"I told you, Aquinea, I grew up in a small village to the north. It was a quiet life until I decided to see the world." Solas repeated with practised ease.

 

"Yes, you did tell me, but that does not explain-" 

 

"My apologies, but there are things about me that would be dangerous to learn. You have enough dangers here in Tevinter to worry about." Solas admitted as he rose from his seat. Words weighted with regret. 

Notes:

Hi, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

What do you think? Is Dorian (despite not being born yet,) a sweet boy? He did try to calm down Solas's temper.

Who do you believe Solas was referring to?

Aquinea seems quite ready to get Dorian out. She will not need to worry for long, next time Dorian has gotten quite bored with being stuck inside his mother's womb. Knowing Dorian it will be a dramatic birth.

Chapter 3

Summary:

It is time for Dorian to be born.

It had started as a regular day for Aquinea. Woken up by her attending slaves in the morning, they helped her dress and fashion, her hair in the right style. However, since her pregnancy began, her slim-fitting robes needed to be set aside. To fit her round stomach. And more appropriate clothes for her condition. 

 

She hated being treated like she was waltzing over. Shards of glass every time she moved these days. Aquinea understood why she and Halward had tried for years to get an heir, any heir. So they both could complete their martial duty and continue with their lives. And the entire household was now ready to welcome a baby.  

 

Aquinea looked down at her stomach with a frown. "You know how much trouble you are in? Thanks to you. I haven't been able to attend a Magisterium meeting in three months," she complained. 

 

There have been many similar unanswered questions in the past few months. Apart from that, she wished it could have been Halward. That was the father of the child, but they'd been trying since their wedding night. And sleeping with Halward had not resulted in any child. But it was not until she started to spend more time with Las in her bed. 

 

Well, I never did expect to have some feelings for him either. Let alone that he would help me create a child, an heir.  She thought amused, having elven slaves as lovers wasn't an unusual practice in Tevinter. But most had the sense to wait until an heir had been born. 

 

Aquinea was contemplating her actions that lead up until this point and found herself not regretting it. Not having any heir at all...would be more of a shame upon her than it would be her now barren husband. Not that anyone would believe her if she tried to tell the truth to her friends.

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A storm had gathered by the Nocen Sea, advancing its clawing waves to scratch against the Minrathous harbour. The wind jumped and curled against Magister mansions. In the finer established quarter of Tevinter's capital. The storm had been going on for most of the afternoon and well into the early evening. The Pavus mansion wouldn't crumble to shifty weather like this. But it did not stop the corners of the manor from howling like starving wolves.  

 

It was during one of these winds that the stained glass window shivered at the pressure. And Aquinea felt the pressure building up around her stomach. Felt worse than the kicking and hand pressing she had grown accustomed to. A searing pain ran up her spine, forcing her down to her knees. 

 

"Ohh you little menace... now you want out!? " Aquinea hissed, a painful groan slipped past her lips not long after. None of her attending slaves was nearby. And she was not sure she was strong enough to walk towards the door right now.

 

A female elf named Artemisia was about to knock on her Mistress door and ask if the lady wanted some tea to ease the headaches. That had grown more frequent in the past week. But when she caught the end of her Mistress's shout behind the door. Artemisia carefully opened up the door. 

 

"Mistress, what is?" She queried, "Oh!"

 

"Send for the midwife. And Halward the baby wants out..." Aquinea moaned as another jolt of pain slithered down her legs. A puddle of water had started to soak through her robes. 

 

"Right away, Mistress Aquinea!? Right away!" Artemisia muttered nervously under her breath. 

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It did not take long to rouse the other slaves and get things ready for the midwife to arrive. A courier was in a hurry sent towards the Magisterium to notify Halward of the news. 

 

Not a single Magister that day dared not to comment or create vicious gossip over how. Halward Pavus stumbled out of Magisterium hallways and on his way home. Forgetting his baldaquin carriage in the process, as he found it faster too so commonly. Sprint through the streets of Minrathous, like a mad Soporati. 

 

Many had pitied the Pavus scion seeing as no baby had occurred right after the man got married. But after three years, it seemed like the Maker was smiling upon the Pavus Household. 

Solas had kept himself busy. And it was not difficult to do so. When in the manner of an hour. The Pavus household had turned upside down. He was watering a few potted palm trees on the balcony above the main hall. Solas found himself, biting back a smile and a chuckle as he saw Halward Pavus sprint through the door like a madman. 

 

In the few years since his enslavement, Solas couldn't remember seeing Halward so dishevelled. It was an amusing sight. But his amusement had to be hidden as the aforementioned madman ran up the stairs and headed towards Aquinea's chambers. Solas caught the end of Aquinea's shouting from the open door. 

 

His ears twitched at the tips, loud...do all women scream this much when giving birth? Mythal never told me she was this loud while giving birth to the twins or Andruil. 

 

"Las...Hello Las?" Erasmus tried to get Solas's attention. But talking didn't work. The old slave was not something he was eager to do. Erasmus flicked the tip of Las's ear. The change was instantaneous and Solas let out a sharp breath and oddly rubbed the tip of his ear. 

"Erasmus...was there a reason for flicking my ear?" He bit out, it was embarrassing. No one had dared to do this to him since he was but a child back in Elvhenan. And someone younger than him had done it too. 

 

"I called out and you did not answer," Erasmus pointed out with a scowl. "Mistress Aquinea is requesting your presence in her chambers."

 

"I doubt I will be of any use there while the Mistress is in labour." Solas excused. "I can do more out-"

 

"That was a demand from Mistress Aquinea, Las. Not a suggestion..." Erasmus reminded, annoyed. It was unlike Las to be this reluctant.

 

Solas felt his temper rise, biting his tongue. He knew it would be futile to try and explain his way out of this. "Of course," was all he said as he set aside the watering can in the corner. And headed towards the familiar chambers. 

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As soon as he entered the chambers, he was ushered forward to Aquinea's bedside. Halward was already kneeling on the right side of the bed. "Kaffas! Finally! You're here Las," Aquinea swore. 

 

Solas kept his mouth shut fully, aware that his usual quips with Aquinea would not be appropriate now. "Of course, Mistress Aquinea," he replied as he knelt beside her. 

 

In one moment, it was Aquinea's huffed breaths. And the murmurs of the midwife, between her legs. But when the encouragement to push began. Solas felt a firm hold around his hand. At first, he did not feel a thing...but after the fourth moan. Solas was not sure he would be able to cast a spell with his hand again. He threw a glance over to Halward, who appeared to share his predicament. 

 

Halward tried to control his breaths. The pain in his hand was worse than his most elaborate spellcasting. For a second, he met Las's gaze; he had not thought over how close his wife had gotten to this elven slave. 

 

Such thoughts, however, had to wait. For the next six hours of labour, the pain frequently returned to each of their abused hands. 

Halward considered taking most of his Magisterium work home. But he was not sure if he would be able to even hold a quill without pain shooting up his arm. 

 

Solas was gently rubbing over his fingers and hissed softly. The only relief was that the baby after six hours decided to come out into the world. A part of him was relieved the baby cried out. 

 

And the midwife deemed the baby healthy. "Congratulations, Master Pavus, you have a son. Strong and healthy." The midwife informed. 

 

"An heir?" Halward questioned whether he wouldn't have minded if he had gotten a daughter. But a son could help carry on the Pavus line. He could stop worrying about the gossip lurking around the Magisterium.

 

Aquinea glanced up at the small bundle and smiled, exhausted. But, elated she had completed her marital duty. Solas was right, it's a boy. She thought with relief, a part of her had doubted. 

 

Halward, with some help from the midwife, was able to hold his newborn son. But his hand did not appreciate the pressure of a gurgling newborn. "Hello, Dorian, welcome to the world," he muttered. The boy's eyes were as blue as the stormy skies. I have a son.  

 

The midwife walked up to Las and tilted her head to the side. Solas nodded and followed to a corner of the room. "I will have a soothing ointment sent up Las, it should help your wrist heal." She added and Solas was a little surprised at her generosity. Not something one found easily, in Tevinter. "I hear you are close to the Mistress, Las. I want to ask if you can stay here and watch Mistress Aquinea's condition. This birth was a long one."

 

Solas frowned. And he grew worried. "The Mistress will not die from this will, she?" He questioned. 

 

"Oh, nothing like that. Don't worry...it is merely a precaution. The Mistress just gave birth to her first. Sometimes complications may come later, and seeing as you know her. I believe you to be the best option to watch her," she reassured. 

 

Solas was unaware he'd held his breath. Anticipating the worst, mortals are so fragile. He thought. "Yes, I will stay," he confirmed. 

 

Halward was more or less bullied to rest in his own bed for the remainder of the night. And with reassurances that Las would alert them if something happened. 

 

Aquinea blew a soft breath once she was certain Halward and the midwife had left. She held little Dorian in her arms and found herself making childish sounds with her lips. 

 

"Solas...you should meet him properly, come sit," she coaxed with a tired smile. 

 

He sat down on the and found it strange to watch the strange creature in Aquinea's arms. 

 

She propped up Dorian so he was facing Solas. "Say hello to your birth father Dorian."

 

Baby Dorian stared wide-eyed at the new being in front of him. His tiny hand curved and a faint pulse of fade-magic. Formed in the baby's hand. 

Solas couldn't hide his surprise. It was one thing to feel the pulses. While the boy was still in the womb. And he found his hand reaching out and shaping a similar pulse meeting Dorian's. 

 

"Andaran atish'an da'len," he greeted fondly. Baby Dorian tilted his head of black curls to the side. Stormy eyes, seemingly processing the words. And a soft giggle erupted into the room.

Notes:

Here you have chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing.

Poor Solas and Halward will they ever be able to cast magic again? (Or perhaps it is a future warning to both of them are unaware of.)

Chapter 4

Summary:

The plot thickens further. Halward will need to confront some suspicions. But don't worry there is enough room for a little family bonding in all this and Dorian is maybe a bit too ahead of his time with wanting to show what he can do.

Halward was sitting in his study. Thinking over what had happened when his heir was born a few days ago. That elven slave Las...how long has he been seducing Aquinea? When did it begin? His thoughts were swift in their judgement. It was not often he was regretting purchasing a slave. The Pavus family always treated their slaves well. But they were still slaves, the lowest ranking commodity in the Tevinter Imperium.  

 

"That elf....went above his station," Halward muttered under his breath. It couldn't stay like this. Halward knew he had to talk to the elf about this breach in rank. Robbing me of my right to sire an heir... 

 

He remembered the last time he'd felt this slighted. Just an apprentice in the Quarinus Circle of Magi and, someone thought it had been fun to douse him with an ice and fireball spell at the same time. In return, he had made sure their clothes combusted. With a small fire glyph. In their clothing trunks, but such juvenile tricks would not do him any favours this time. Las doesn't even have any magic. 

 

"Severus!" He summoned the slave he had been given as a present after he became a Senior Enchanter. At the Circle of Magi. A good slave who had been sold by his family in hopes of getting a better life.   

 

"Yes, Master Halward?" The good-natured slave answered as he bowed low towards his master. 

 

"Could you locate....that...elf Las? I wish to discuss something." Halward added neutrally. His professional mask was in place, losing face in front of one slave. Was bruising enough on his ego. 

 

Severus looked up from his bow. Never fully meeting his master's gaze. It was rare for Master Halward to request speaking to another slave. "Of course, Master Halward."

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Aquinea couldn't stop smiling as she watched Solas hold Dorian in his hands, halfway throwing the little boy up in the air.

 

Dorian giggled as best as he could, stormy-grey eyes wide with excitement at this fun game. In response, Dorian wriggled his fingers. And tiny little green sparks showered down upon Solas's head. 

 

"Only a baby. And you show off your magic already?" Solas muttered it was amusing to think that the two-day-old boy appeared flawless in displaying small displays of magic.  

 

Little Dorian pursed his lips as if he was trying to answer. And wriggled his fingers again. But no sparks showed this time a small line of magic. And then it fizzled out. Dorian's face writhed with disappointment. Cheeks grew red with anger. 

 

Aquinea walked up to her son and her lover. Her thumb rubbed soothingly over little Dorian's hand. "Don't worry. Dorian, you are so young. You have years to learn how to use your magic." She reassured little Dorian's lips quivered. As his hand curled around Aquinea's thumb. 

 

 "Careful da'len never show off everything you know too soon." Solas admonished little Dorian didn't seem interested in listening. Preoccupied with studying his mother's thumb. As a small yawn left his lips. 

 

"Oh? I think it's time for your nap Dorian." She added as she lifted Dorian away from Solas's proximity. Dorian did not seem to find this an ideal situation. He sniffled. And chubby baby arms tried to reach towards him.

 

Solas shook his head. "You will need to sleep, da'len it will help your magic grow." 

 

"I've not heard about that? Where did you learn of it?" She inquired with a thoughtful frown on her brow. Luckily Dorian seemed content with his fate to be laid down in the crib for now. 

 

"I came across it in the fade." He deflected. 

 

And Aquinea pursed her lips. She was starting to run out of limbs. To count how many times he had given her such an answer. "You're impossible," she murmured before slithering her arms around his neck. Tilting her head down to claim what was hers. 

 

Solas moaned against her lips. He liked it when she took control. And perhaps that was simply an old habit he could never get rid of. Being in the presence of a strong woman. You remind me of her Aquinea. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted. 

 

As Aquinea pinned him to the wall, her mouth was so persistent in making sure he lost his breath with each kiss. One of her fingers rubbed against the tip of Solas's ear, cheeks warm from the growing heat between them. His body, wanting to get rid of this teasing. Aquinea smirked against Solas's lips as she regrettably broke apart from the kiss. But seeing him breathless under her, allowing himself to be caged by her body against the wall. There was a sense of trust and understanding between them. Her thumb and index finger eagerly rubbed against the sensitive tip of Solas's ear, another moan rumbling from his throat. 

 

"Wh-y are you doing this, Aquinea?" He groaned. And she only offered him a serene smile. "Because my dear Solas, I am....insatiable...for you." was all she needed to say. 

 

Admittedly it was fun to play with Solas. He didn't mind games. Compared to Halward, who was exceptionally boring in entertaining her in bed. 

 

"I am at your mercy....my heart." Solas breathed. He felt the pressure of her breasts rubbing against his torso. A hitched moan slipped past his lips. And Aquinea's amused laughter echoed against his ears. "Such a good boy Amatus," she purred and as her lips began their journey against his ear. Solas groaned against her as he quietly cursed the day he allowed her to learn that his ears were quite sensitive.

 

Severus stood frozen beyond the door. He knew Master Halward was waiting in his designated wind of the mansion. But he. Could scarcely believe what he was hearing? Las, he would never....and certainly not with the Mistress? He rationalised, although he had to take a controlling breath. His hand clutched around the door handle, opened it. And what he saw would forever be burned into his memory. 

 

Las and Mistress Aquinea seemed too preoccupied with each other to notice that he had already entered her private chambers. His gaze drifted towards the crib. And was surprised to see the young master being able to sleep through all this.  

 

"Ahem, my apologies, Mistress Aquinea. But Master Halward insists on speaking with Las." Severus said with as much control over the situation that he could have. While trying to fight down the heat crawling up his body. He had not in his years serving Halward, seen Mistress Aquinea this ravished. Nor had he seen Las, so outside of his usual stoic composure. 

 

Solas stiffened at the familiar voice, interrupting his hazy pleasure. Aquinea first frowned at him as she also stopped but then. Caught the look of her husband's slave. Looking significantly flustered, a year and a half without being caught in the act. S he thought with a huff. That part of their exciting game was now over. 

 

They separated from each other. Solas did his best to cover portions of his body in a thin layer of ice magic. To cool down his body. Whatever Master Halward wanted of him, he would not appear before him like some flustered child barely stumbling into adulthood. "My apologies Mistress Aquinea, it seems I must meet with Master Halward." He added with his usual demure. 

 

Aquinea permitted her mask of indifference, fall into place. Tilting her head up. Eyes, narrowing over at Las, as she did. "Of course, Las, you're dismissed." She added neutrally.

 

Halward was not one to get easily nervous. But while he was waiting for Severus to return with Las. He'd found himself pacing his study. Tapping his fingers against the desk could only help him for so long. He paused to look out the window. On the end of the mansion, he could look down upon the street below. Quietly watching higher end-slaves scurry away with goods for their betters. The occasional Magister colleague or Altus taking a stroll in their slave powered baldaquin. The day was pleasant...and not a cloud in the sky, unlike the night. Dorian had been born, the worst storm this side of the Tevinter Imperium. "Eighty years ago, could it be an omen?" He contemplated with a frown and gazed towards the horizon. A slimline of the Nocen Sea visible, the masts and colourful sails of foreign nations. 

 

A knock echoed inside his study; "Enter." 

 

Halward turned to observe Severus, returning albeit looking a little red. And behind, his personal slave was Las. Eyes lowered towards the floor, not meeting his eyes this time. "Thank you, Severus, you can leave us." 

 

That was all Severus needed to know. He could go and do something else. On their way back to the study, he had tried to question Las about what he'd witnessed in Mistress Aquinea's chambers. Las had been so vague that Severus was convinced it had to be true. The Mistress's eyes had never been so hooded with affection and love towards Master Halward. Does this mean the young master is not Master's? 

 

Solas simply stood where Severus had left him. Nosy shemlen. 

 

"Closer, Las. You and I need to talk." Halward added with the same tone of voice. He used it with his colleagues when they were being unreasonable. 

 

"As you say, Master Halward," Solas added carefully. As he walked up towards the desk. 

 

Halward could not find any mistakes in Las's posture, almost too perfect for a new slave. Not that he had bothered to ask about the elf's past. Perhaps he had a previous Master that passed on? But that thought seemed unlikely. 

 

"I don't know whether to punish you for your advances towards my wife, Las," Halward muttered with a deepening frown. He wanted to be angrier, his fingers eager to lash out with magic. 

 

But he had reasoned diplomacy was the best way. "Or if I should have you freed for providing me. And Aquinea with an heir." 

It had been at the back of his mind while he was pacing. House Pavus could not afford to have rumours. Concerning Dorian's parentage. And much how he loathed. Leaving the future of his family in the hands of someone that was not his. His options were limited. 

 

Solas had expected some kind of punishment. Nothing could compare to what Elgar'nan could unleash. He could endure it. But it was unexpected to hear someone like Halward Pavus. More or less admit he couldn't have had an heir. If he had not started joining Aquinea into bed. 

 

"You can speak freely," Halward permitted. 

 

"It was never my intention for Mistress Aquinea to become pregnant. My family...always struggled to have children. Some of them never did." Solas started by sounding apologetic. And seeing as he was not encased in ice or devoured by flames. He must have chosen the right words. 

 

Halward considered the answer. He did not detect a single lie, a wise decision for the elf's part. "And what of my wife? Is your dalliance merely physical? Or is there something more between you?" 

 

Solas did not anticipate Halward to be this prying. Let alone acting so rational, lies will not suffice. This human will notice. He needed to remind himself of that. "It started as such. However, I have come to care for Mistress Aquinea. I'm well aware that it is above my rank to harbour these feelings. But feelings are not as easily controlled." 

 

Those last words made Halward stare up at the slave. Honest and taken well, to being allowed to speak freely. A part of him grew worried. If the elf really cared for his wife as he claimed. Then did that mean it would cause future trouble once Dorian was all grown? "I see, and what of the boy? Will your closeness with Aquinea cause unwanted attention towards him?" Will you get in the way of his chances? 

 

"No, Master Halward. It would be better for the boy if he never knew who I am. You and the Mistress can give him the best life possible. I, on the other hand, cannot. " Solas reasoned, he had repeated it to Aquinea on numerous occasions. If it wasn't for his hand's condition. He would have snuck away before any of this could happen. 

 

Halward was relieved to hear. A little peculiar, seeing as most seemed eager to stay around to help with a newborn. But Las appeared to favour distance and no acknowledgement of his existence. Yes, this may not be as difficult a problem to solve after all.  

 

"I will start the paperwork needed to have you freed, And you will have no strings tying you to the Tevinter Imperium," He informed. He bit back a satisfied smirk at the elf's surprise. 

 

"Thank you, Master Halward." He muttered. Solas was taken aback by the affirmative decisions. The human had just now concluded it had to happen, although it would surely be easier to leave. When he did not need to worry about someone trying to hunt him down and take him back here. 

 

Halward sat up in his chair. But as he did, his bruised hand turned. And he winced. If there was something the elf slave shared with him, it was the pain in their hands. "It will take a fortnight if I start on the paperwork today. But what will you do when you are free, Las?" He explained, but admittedly he found himself wondering. What kind of life did the elf lead before? 

 

"Return to what is left of my home. It has been many years since I walked there," Solas answered neutrally. 

 

"Good, see that you do."

Notes:

Hello, everyone, this concludes chapter 4. Hope you enjoy this little drama spiralling off? This idea will not stop plotting itself inside my head. It seems l have no choice but to continue. Until next time stay safe!

Chapter 5

Summary:

Dorian is clever for his age. And Solas has to learn that arguing with a determined baby is a losing battle. Dorian demands attention and he will have it, Solas better learn to listen.
The time for Solas's departure is official. And it looks like the Tevinter Imperium is not completely shit to its slaves. (Well, most of the time they are.) But there has been some development over the centuries that may surprise someone as set in his ways, concerning slavery.

Solas was sitting in a chair by the window. In Aquinea's chambers, she had been pulled away from the house. And towards a small soiree, her friends had arranged. And that left Solas with, keep an eye on Dorian duty. He couldn't fathom why Halward allowed him to spend so much time with Dorian. When the man knew the extent of their relation.

Dorian was happily napping against his chest. At three weeks old, the black hair had started to curl around the baby's head. Apparently, Dorian had made quite a fuss before he was summoned by Ariadne, the young slave in charge of most of Dorian's needs. Had not been able to calm him down. "You will accomplish great things as you grow older Da'tarasyl'nin," Solas muttered as his thumb gently rubbed over Dorian's hand. Yes, you'll be a little Tempest.

Solas was no seer. But he had a feeling that no matter what Dorian decided to do. A storm would be left in his wake. I just hope you get your mothers temperament and not my quick one. At least he hoped Dorian would not need to inherit that from him. 

 

As if summoned by the nickname, Dorian opened up his stormy grey eyes and observed his father. "I thought you needed more sleep?" 

 

Little Dorian yawned and offered a gurgled smile. 

 

"I see," Solas muttered with a frown. At least Dorian hadn't started screaming. He'd consider that a blessing, though it seemed that Dorian was content with not crying. When he was nearby. "What do you want to do then?" 

 

"Baba!"  Little Dorian thought. And his tiny arms stretched up as if asking Solas to hold him higher up. 

 

"Wha-t did you just say Da'tarasyl'nin?" Solas was not sure he'd heard it correctly. 

 

"Baba!" 

 

The words were clearly inside his head now. It almost felt like when Spirits would talk to each other. Some preferred to use thoughts rather than their mouths. Solas was pleasantly surprised. That Dorian had such a skill already. And the fluttering of his heart as the word father.  Repeating inside his head. It was difficult to describe this light feeling. It had been so long since he felt happy.  

 

"Baba?" Dorian insisted, his body attempting to get closer without help. "Baba?"  He tried again, and this time the tone sounded more upset.

 

"Oh alright, Da'tarasyl'nin," Solas sighed. As he lifted Dorian higher up against his chest. Dorian emitted an attempt at a giggle of victory. 

"But don't talk to your mother like this." He admonished. And Dorian's stormy eyes narrowed. 

 

"She will not understand da'len. It will frighten her. Your abilities are special for someone to have in this age," Solas cautioned.
  

 

Dorian tried to imitate the huff by trying to tighten his lips. He'd seen his mother do it. His mother made it look easy too. A little frustrated, Dorian let out a distressed noise. 

 

There were things he wanted to say but didn't know the words to yet. His small hand curled into a fist and pushed into Solas's neck. "Mamae abelas, Baba shiral...?"

 

Solas sighed. Dorian was quite observant. And even if the grasp of Elvhen were only a few words. It was the truth he had seen specs of sadness in Aquinea. Each day grew closer to when the paperwork would be complete. And he would be freed. "I must Dorian. You need to stay with your mother."

Little Dorian gurgled, displeased. A small hand, pushing up against Solas's neck. 

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Halward had his hands clasped behind his back. Tonight it will all be over. Las was to be freed once the name was signed on the documents. And their lives could begin to focus on raising Dorian into his role as the future scion of House Pavus. "All will be according to tradition." He murmured. It was more of a reassurance. 

 

His circumstances were not unusual. But they were rarely spoken about in public. It was a taboo on one perfect lineage to consider a colleague's heir. Could never be truly pure if the line. Whenever such matters reached their social circles, it was as much of a scandal. Unless the unfortunate bastard could rise above and become a powerful Altus.

 

The knock on the door echoed against the walls of his study. "Enter."

Severus's footsteps were easy to recognise. But in the past few weeks, he'd come to learn that Las. Was known for his quiet footsteps, nearly non-existent. 

 

A polite cough drew his attention to the two slaves. "Master Halward, I've brought Las as you request," Severus informed.

 

"Thank you, Severus, you are permitted to leave us." It was a polite dismissal. One Severus had grown accustomed to. Before Severus left, he leaned quickly against Las. "The others will not back down from this. We will watch him when you cannot."  The accent was a strange mixture of Tevene and some offshoot dialect that remained oddly familiar to Elvhen.  

 

Solas's back straightened at the words. He was not sure. Whether to be reassured or worried that apparently the entire slave force of the Pavus mansion. Knew about Dorian, should have expected it. Severus is such a gossip.  

 

And then he was left alone in the presence of Halward Pavus. The idleness of House gossip would have to be put to the back of his mind for now. Halward gestured towards his desk. 

 

"The documentation is more or less ready. All that is left is our signatures. One will be recorded in the Magisterium. And the other will be your legalised papers. Your rank will be elevated to Soporati, at least that is what you will be recognised by in this country." 

 

Solas merely offered a courteous bow. It was simple enough to hide his temper these days. He grabbed the quill and read through the documents. Just being made aware that there was a way to free slaves. Without a rebellion being involved. But furthermore, he read through the papers. He noticed the flaws in this as well, the same restrictions as the rest of Thedas. No elf could own land, only rent. Not permitted to get noble work titles. Unless it was found out the slave was a mage. And even then. They would not be able to acquire any rank above a Laetan. 

 

For a moment, I believed the shemlen had a sensible idea on how to free slaves. Only for them to be wrapped in a different leash.  Solas thought, disappointed. This only proved that he had to get far away from the Tevinter Imperium. It was nothing he could do in his current weakened state. His hand took hold of the quill, vaguely listening to the Halward drone on where he was supposed to sign. But if his master wanted to assume he was illiterate then, so be it. 

 

Solas nodded along to the best of his ability. As he pretended to hesitate were to sign the documents. Eventually, Halward huffed derisively and pointed to the dotted lines. Solas made it so that his handwriting looked clumsy but clear enough that it could be read. By anyone who needed to check it. 

 

Halward quickly went over the documents after Las had signed them. Offhandedly muttering under his breath. "Excellent, everything is where it should be. Now just to create a copy..." Halward collected mana to the tip of his fingertips. And laid the documents back on the desk. The magic coiled like the imagery of a quill, " duplicata, " he intoned. Suddenly the important papers were shrouded in the odd use of magic. And a replica on the opposite side appeared before them. 

 

Solas blinked at the display. The wording was different from what it used to be in his time. But to see it being used by a Magister? How did they come across this spell? He wondered. And he realised he had not focused much on the aftermath of the fall of Arlathan. A millennia later and his rash actions were Difficult to face head-on. "That is intuitive spellwork Magister Pavus." He noted with thinly veiled praise. Watching the Magister huff and puffed out his chest. Had Solas internally wondered how egocentric other Magisters could be. If all they did when a hint of praise was thrown after them. "It saves quite a lot of paperwork in the Magisterium. In this instance, it will be easier for you to carry this part of the document with you." Halward proudly explained. 

 

Solas took the offered document and folded it into a neat square and placed it in his pocket. "I will be gone by morning, Magister Pavus."

 

"Good, see that you do."

Notes:

Wow, to think it has gotten as far as chapter 5? I'm glad to see you enjoying this as much as I like writing it. Things are progressing, Dorian appears quite determined to not have Solas leave them behind. (Also let me know if you would like translations to the Elvhen used in the fic.) To think Solas is a legally freed slave? But now the time is ticking closer to him leaving behind Aquinea and Dorian for good. You know how stubborn Solas can be, set in his great plan to changing the world. Not to worry, the next chapter will be the conclusion of current events and the beginning of a new arc in this story. See you then!

Chapter 6

Summary:

The time for Solas to leave is right around the corner. Solas recalls a memory from long ago but what is it he leaves in the hands of one he may even consider a sort of friend? Little Dorian is not impressed by this in the slightest.

We are fast-forwarding to Dorian being a right out menace at only 7 years old. Full of opinions, attitude and quite honestly he's bored so he does a few other things to make his days more entertaining. Oh no Dorian...why are you doing this to your father? Control yourself...

Notes:

Hi everyone, sorry I have been distracted recently. I got back to school and I temporarily forgot I already had not one but two chapters ready for you to enjoy. So they will be posted in quick succession so you get to have a well-earned reward for your patience with me.

Janus was on his rounds across the Pavus Household. His main chore was to light the torches, sconces and chandeliers. And to blow out some of them for the nighttime. He'd been a slave in this household for as long as he could remember. Started out in the kitchen and as he grew older. Janus was given this important job. He was just about finished as his attention drew towards the room he called home and his roommate. 

 

A part of him did not like what he was seeing. Las was packing away what little the elvhen slave owned. "So, uhh, the rumours are true. You're free to leave?"

 

Solas turned around with a wry smile and nodded. "Yes, so it seems. Master Halward is eager to have me out of here. I do not blame him. Reputation and appearances are quite important in this country."

 

"They are...but the little Master is as much yours as he belongs to Mistress Aquinea." Janus found himself protesting. It would lead to nothing. 

 

"Careful, Janus. I may have helped him into this world. But he cannot be mine." Solas reasoned, and he sighed. "Dorian is better off here. Where I'm going is no place for a talented Altus and a baby." He added and out of the pocket of his ancient travelling cloak. 

 

The pockets were still intact. It was a locket. A humble-looking one, Solas felt a sad smile tug at his lips. The song of ancient elven magic was still present within the locket. And it had served him well. To think you had such foresight Dirthamen. I was so young then and did not think it would be such a future for me.  He mused. 

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"It is just a gift Solas, You are turning 200 in a few days. And I wanted to make something to help you. When fighting against them." 

 

"I'm capable of defending myself, Dirthamen," Solas muttered. The locket was oval in shape, swirling patterns and a small inscription of ancient Elvhen at the back. But the sheer magic that was hidden within. Was nothing if not impressive.  

 

"Solas, please wear it so that I don't have to worry about you dying early. Mother would be devastated. And so would I. You are my youngest brother." Dirthamen reminded him. 

 

Solas shuddered. He knew he would never be complete. Accepted by these leaders. But a few of Mythal's children treated him like a younger sibling. But he would always be different. Because he was marked with Mythal's symbol, his friend who began acting like a mother. This was why he tried to avoid being in their limelight. 

 

"You know not everyone agrees with that Dirthamen. I do not belong,"

 

"To me, you belong. So please, ease my worries and wear your gift. I have a feeling you will pass it on to a son one day." Dirthamen muttered. A knowing smile on his lips. As if he had just caught a glimpse of the future. 

 

Solas scoffed and let the locket rest underneath his armour. Warm to the touch, pleasant and reassuring. "If Elgar'nan ever has a say. I will never have that chance. Besides, it is not proper for a servant to have an heir without permission." 

 

Suddenly Dirthamen's smile fell. Looking at Solas like he was not truly there. "So much pain and guilt. But in time, you will be free to sire a son." 

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"Where will you go? I know you said that. You were struggling to remember where you came from." Janus interrupted his musings from the past. 

 

The locket he held in the palm of his hand. The warmth pulsed just as strongly, Dirthamen's magic preserved for millennia. Clutching it in a firm grip, you were right, Dirthamen. It has protected me for a long time. Perhaps it is time I pass it on. 

 

"Home, I remember where it is now. But...no. It is not right to ask this of you." He started. And he hesitated. Was it wise to leave the important locket to Janus? The man had no magic to speak of. Solas held up the locket, dangling between his fingers. "Could you give this to Aquinea when you come across her in the hallways? It is a family heirloom. Dorian when he comes into his magic. This will protect him from the dangers that come with being born into this world. I cannot stay, hopefully, this will be a substitute. "

 

Janus was not sure what to believe. He had never seen the locket before. And it looked so much like a noble's accessory. Yet, it was distinctly different from even some of the oldest Tevinter designs he'd seen.  Cautiously he took the locket and couldn't fathom how someone like Las, would own something like this. A mere slave couldn't own something so valuable. 

 

"A family heirloom? I don't understand how you've been able to keep it hidden for so long. Are you a descendant of one of those Dalish clans, from the Dales before the Exalted March happened? They had noble clans right?" Janus muttered, it was easy to learn such stories when they had some Dalish elves among the slaves.

 

Solas swore quietly under his breath. He did not like being compared to the fumbling Dalish. Then again the truth would be unbelievable. "Yes, they did, noble names that supposedly could be traced back to the old Empire. My older brother gave it to me close to my birthday years ago. Insisted it would protect me and it did. Now it should go to Dorian."  

 

Janus found the reasoning believable. Las had not been born a slave. But could act like one. Which always struck him as strange. And it showed that Las, seemed to at least care a little for the child he had helped into this world. "Of course, I will make sure to inform the Mistress." 

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It was late at night by the time he had set foot outside the gates of the Pavus estate. And then he heard it, inside his mind. " Daddy don't leave!"

A chuckle slipped from his lips. He should have known, Dorian would notice his magical presence leaving. "Ir abelas, Dorian. Take care of your mother, make her smile. I can't stay."  

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Seven Years later: 

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Hurried footsteps ran across the marble walkway. A young boy about seven years old ran as fast as he could with a huge smile. He bumped into an urn in the corner. It spun on its edges before it crashed upon the marble. An indignant shriek echoed across the courtyard, "oopsie....one of the slaves will not be happy with me."  The boy realised. His sandals slid across the polished marble and skidded past the corner. Leading towards the stables. 

 

Severus was taking a stroll in the courtyard. And that was when he saw the whirlwind that was the scion of the Pavus family. " Not again...when will that boy calm down and start acting like the heir he is?" Severus thought with a shake of his head. One thing was sure, not a day could be seen as boring. When Dorian was off playing his games. "Las, you could have warned us..." 

 

Severus walked towards Dorian's current chosen hiding place. The boy appeared too focused. To look ahead. Instead of behind, his hand took a hold of the boy's robes by the neck and lifted him up. Dorian yelled, his feet dangling above the ground. "Young Master, you know this behaviour is unbecoming for someone of your standing." Severus lectured. 

 

Dorian pursed his lips. "Release me this instant Severus!" The young heir demanded.  

 

"You know, Master Halward has given me permission to escort you to his study. If I were to catch you in the act. He's aware of your actions." Severus reminded. Despite Dorian flailing and trying to be let down.  

 

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Halward looked up when he heard the knock on the door. "Enter." He frowned as he watched Severus walk in with Dorian in tow. 

 

Halward rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Dorian, why are you not studying with your tutor?"

 

Dorian shifted from side to side. And he was tempted to twiddle his fingers together. But he had been told it was unbecoming of the scion of House Pavus. "He...let me go early..." Dorian started. Lessons are so boring nothing fun ever happens. He thought with a huff. 

 

"Dorian...lying is unbecoming in this household. I expected better of you. You are a Pavus. And you must lead with an example." 

 

Dorian felt his ears grow hot. Mother always said that lying. Insisted it was a practical skill to have in the future. But father was against it. U ntil the boy is of age. I will have no lies from him in this household.

 

"Dorian, what did you do with your tutor?" Halward rephrased his question. Watching his son grow more uncomfortable. 

 

"He's taking a nap," Dorian said. 

 

"A nap? When I hired him to teach you magic?" He inquired, displeased. Tutoring was of great importance to his young heir. I did learn a lot from my tutor back in the day. 

 

Dorian grew frustrated, his back straightened and his hands clasped behind his back. Chin up and his nose tilted high, just like his mother had taught him. 

 

"His lessons are boring. I know the basics in and out, so I just let him take a nap." Little Dorian added with a haughty shrug of his small shoulders. 

 

Mana gathered in his hand. Holding it towards Severus, who appeared puzzled at first. Sleep Severus... Dorian thought. And almost like an order. The loyal slave slumped down on the floor. Dorian blinked and turned to challenge his father. It was no lie this time now. He can't say I lied.

 

Halward was about to scold Dorian for his unbecoming attitude. At soiree's, salons and parties. Such an act was expected. But at home? Where did he get that superiority from? Since when could he make people fall asleep with just a wave of his hand!?  

 

He stood up slowly, trying to reign in something he might regret. A seven-year-old should not be able to do this without a staff.   No, one else Dorian's age can do this sort of advanced magic.  Halward had learned quickly. That Dorian was granted strong magic. But this blatant display. And it did not make his son as much change his posture for concentration? 

 

Frankly, Halward was becoming a little annoyed. Despite his son's talent, he'd hope to have it nurtured at home for a couple of more years. It is a little early, is it not? Is he even ready for the competitive environment in a Circle?  Wondered, although he knew that the Circle had a more challenging curriculum even for apprentices. Hopefully, they could give Dorian some discipline.

 

"Dorian, what have I said about the unnecessary use of magic at your age?" He reminded with a stern tone. 

 

Dorian averted his gaze. And shame climbed up his spine. "Cau-because, it can attract demons. Who will try and tempt me to make a deal." He answered. 

 

"Correct," and Halward allowed himself to give Dorian some praise. And his gaze became furrowed and stern again. "If you can make Severus and your Tutor fall asleep. I expect you know to wake them?"

 

"Of course, father. That is easy." Dorian added confidently. He repeated the same gesture. Wake up, Severus. The slave woke with a start and looked confused at the young Master and Master. 

 

"Are you alright, Severus?" Halward inquired. 

 

"Not to worry, Master Halward. But I don't know what happened to me. One moment I'm standing. And now I'm sprawled on the floor." Severus reassured. 

 

Halward shook his head and turned his attention towards Dorian. "Apologise to Severus, Dorian. You did this to him." His voice gave no room for objections. 

 

Even if Dorian felt his temper scratch against his consciousness. Dorian dropped his act. And his body relaxed once more. Watching him stand up and lightly brushing off invisible dust particles on his slave clothes. His eyes tried to discern if he had injured Severus in some way. 

 

It was then Dorian decided to use an old tradition. One of his cousins had told him about it at his birthday party. He knelt down on his knees in front of Severus. And touched the slave's bare feet with his hands. "I'm sorry Severus." He muttered. 

 

Severus was aware that the young master had many sides. The cheeky and mischievous. Arrogant and obstinate in getting his way. But then there were times like these. Where the boy took a completely different turn and wholly apologised to him. It was touching to see that Dorian actually respected him as an elder.  

 

"Accepted, young Master." He said. 

 

Dorian rose up from his position and gave one of his most charming smiles. He felt better, now that he knew Severus was not cross with him. 

 

"Dorian, go wake up your tutor and tell him to come and see me." 

 

Dorian wrapped his lips into a pout. For all, he cared that the tutor could sleep until he woke up naturally. "But, father..."

 

"Now, Dorian. Or I will have you carried to your room without dinner and dessert." Halward threatened. 

 

The utter horror on his son's face showed that at least Dorian had some priorities. 

 

"You wouldn't father! I.."

 

"I would. And I can Dorian, I am the patriarch of this household. You are my son. And I will punish you as I see fit."

 

"Fine!" Dorian screamed, turned on his sandals and made a point to slam the door shut to his father's study. Unaware of the ice that was climbing inside the lock. 

 

Dorian's hand shivered with the faint tendrils of frost magic dancing across his fingers. As he purposefully stomped as hard as he could. Toward the classroom. Stupid tutor, foolish father how dare he! 

Severus was preoccupied with assisting Master Halward. But when he turned towards the door. Ready to head to the kitchen and make a cup of tea for his Master. The door was topped with a lump of ice seemingly growing out of the keyhole. 

 

"M-my apologies Master Halward. But it appears the door is stuck." 

"What are you-" Halward muttered, but as he looked up. The ice enroaching on the door to his study. He felt his temper rise. Halward tried to melt it with a small fireball. But it barely made a difference. As if the very ice was trying to test him. "Dorian Pavus...that is the last drop. You are going to the Circle!?"


Truly this was not an easy day to be a father. The tutor was paid 150 Tesserae per day. Of course, he could afford it. But now they felt like a waste. When Dorian's control was ruled by his emotions. When otherwise seemed to have impeccable control.

Notes:

There is a lot happening in this chapter. First, we have Solas getting ready to leave and even leaving something behind for Dorian. But Oh Dorian, what a rascal...you are. First, you force your tutor to fall asleep because you are bored and then you lock your father and his attending slave inside the study?

Chapter 7

Summary:

Can you really blame Aquinea for showing some curiosity when her son and husband's argument echoes through the estate? Though it appears like she may have been of some use to Solas out on the road. Magic is ruled by emotions and sometimes it's not as easy to control, poor Dorian may benefit from a little help from a resident of the fade? Or perhaps a temporary visitor. Though it appears that Halward did in fact intend for Dorian to get into a proper magic school this time around. Control is everything for an heir after all.

Aquinea could admit to being nosy. When she heard, Halwards' shout echoed across the mansion. She slipped out of her chambers. By the time she reached Halward's study. Aquinea was met with the solid block of ice stubbornly covering the door. "Halward, darling are you alright in there?" 

 

"We are well, except the door is frozen." He added curtly. 

 

"Now now, darling. Can't you simply use some fire magic to melt it away?" She suggested. 

 

"I have tried every fire spell. Nothing melts this ice." Halward muttered, his pride hurt. That, he, a magister could not melt some meagre ice magic created by an upset seven-year-old? 

 

"None?" Aquinea inquired with surprise. 

 

"None, Dorian must remove it. As he cast it, I told him to return. But he has not."  

 

Aquinea covertly rolled her eyes and couldn't help feeling a little satisfied with this predicament. It was not often her husband's pride was ruffled. 

 

"Oh, darling. Don't worry, I will look for Dorian. And we will hopefully have you and Severus freed before dinner." She reassured, perhaps too cheerfully.  

 

She headed towards the room set aside for Dorian's lessons. But the grin on her face kept slipping away from her cautious mask. Oh, Las you, are missing out on so much of his life. Dorian is talented. I wish you could be here,  Aquinea mourned. It was a foolish thing. She knew it was a foolish thing for her heart. To fall in love with a slave. Watching Dorian grow up helped ease her heartache. But at times, it intensified, twisted and cruel. 

 

Aquinea would have left everything behind if Las had asked her to. The three of them are travelling somewhere. Why couldn't we run away together? 

But the bubble outside. The Tevinter Imperium was not easy for mages. She was aware of that much. Those Southern Templars rarely dared to challenge them. But there had been incidents over the years. Altus and Magisters had been trapped in those southern Mage prisons. Although the Archon did not always try to retrieve them.

She shuddered to think of spending any time in those mage prisons. She could barely imagine finding herself sitting around a campfire. Or sleeping under the stars? 

Aquinea had spent a little time doing such. The mandatory military service for all Altus. Man or woman didn't matter. After finishing her education at the Circle in Minrathous. She had been recruited for her mastery in the primal magical arts. 

 

Aquinea had spent six years in the military. The war against the Qunari had led her squad to Sehereon. Right after her first year as a recruit, the next five years were spent in Sehereon. And after an incident between the Fog Warriors and The Qunari, her family had used their influence. And insisted she was stationed back home. 

 

But instead, it was an excuse to get her married. Before the war gave her lasting scars. That may have damaged her future prospects, as a good wife, to be married off to the Pavus family. It was expected she followed tradition and did her duty. And she tried, but it was not her fault that Halward failed in his part of their arrangement. She hadn't been aware of this until little Dorian started to grow in her womb. 

 

Her musings were interrupted as she caught the end of her son trying to convince the tutor to see Halward. 

 

"I said I'm sorry. Enchanter Barnabas, when I used magic to make you sleep." Dorian muttered. 

 

"Well!? We should continue with our lessons then. I cannot have this make a lapse in your education, young master Pavus," Barnabas insisted. Frankly, he was terrified that it would be one of Dorian's other pranks. Lure him to believe. Halward Pavus wanted to speak to him. 

 

Aquinea walked inside the makeshift classroom. And fixed her son with an amused glance. Yes, making his tutor fall asleep was not proper for an heir to do. But she was quite giddy at her husband's current predicament with a frozen door. 

 

"Ah, Enchanter Barnabas. It appears that I arrived just in time. My husband asked me to see how far along you and Dorian were. He wishes to meet you both urgently," she more or less insisted. Dorian had the sense to look embarrassed for his actions. 

 

"And, Dorian, I believe your father would wish to discuss which Circles you will apply for. I do believe you heard him earlier?" 

 

Dorian nodded slowly. But he did not understand why his father had suddenly. Changed his mind about having a tutor. And now threatening to send him to a Circle? "Mother, what did I do? I apologised already. Father was determined to have me continue my lessons." 

 

Aquinea held out her hand and Dorian eagerly accepted. She had one of her amused smiles too.   "Let us go and find out shall we?"

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Dorian admittedly found it hard to believe that he had caused the lock to freeze like this. Even Enchanter Barnabas had made an attempt to melt the magical ice. His mother had tried too. 

 

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Somewhere in the vast fade, ripples were moving, changing with its course of action. Warping with the new sensation of a young mage shaping reality in a fit of anger. An injustice and one entity content with afternoon naps. Drifting across the fade with little to do. But this afternoon was different. A blossoming burst of magic, so familiar painful ache rumbled in her old heart. "Solas? You have awakened from your slumber?" She mused. A part of her grew excited to see her old friend again. But she had not accounted for his magic being this strong after waking up from Uthenera. 

 

Following the tendrils of magic until the buildings mimic the real world. Changed from Fereldan strongholds to Tevinter pointed spires and round domes. "Curious...?" She mused, her old friend being in Tevinter. Sounded reckless even for him. She came to a stop by an Eluvian, she shuddered. Her worst and best memories could be tied to these ancient portals. Now she despised them. 

 

But this Eluvian was far away from her current home. Would, be safe to observe? "I need to know..." she muttered with a frown. Her visions of the future had not readied her for this. 

 

Her hand touched the surface of the mirror, focusing on the traces of her friend's magic. She first saw a young boy, seemingly arguing with their father. But it had happened after that intrigued her. And the door slammed shut, and magical ice covered the keyhole.  

 

A heartfelt chuckle escaped her lips. Now, this was amusing to watch. "Well, well, what do we have here? A human lad with ancient elvhen magic. A strong lad, powerful...enough to mimic you, my old friend? Now, what have you been up to? " She continued to watch the boy, eavesdropping on the reason behind the boy's anger. 

 

"Ho ho, temper lad!...Not enough challenges for you?" She chuckled. And the more she listened. The more difficult it was to restrain her cackling. The boy, Dorian. Trying to explain. Why did he make his tutor fall asleep? And the tutor puffing his chest. Embarrassed at being taken off guard by a child.  

 

In all her years after returning to Thedas. Learning that Solas had somehow managed to sire a child with the articulate noblewoman holding Dorian's hand. It stung, seeing the boy smiling so shyly up at his mother. A stirr, in her heart, rose with hope to perhaps try for another daughter? "It has been a few centuries since Yavanna, the girl is doing well on her own..." She mused. 

 

Observing the supposed, strong Magister Halward Pavus. Struggle to melt the ice. Not even the Enchanter Barnabas seemed capable. The noblewoman Aquinea also made an attempt but to no avail. The lad seemed to try and melt it but seemed unable to find the right way to do it. "What a pity, so strong yet still so young. Well, that settles it. We can't have this grandson, no matter how foolish this human father of yours is." The old woman frowned. 

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Dorian's eyes widened as he felt a nudging presence inside his head. Almost like a spirit, but a nice one. "Who are you?"

 

"Who I am. It Does not matter at this moment, lad. But I can help solve this frosty spell you have unleashed on the poor door." 

 

"At what price? You're a spirit, right? There is always a price..." Dorian remembered as much. 

 

The spirit chuckled inside his head as if it was amused by him. "There is a price, yes. However, seeing as this is your first time. I'll give you a discount? How does that sound, lad?" The spirit reasoned that she could be fairer to her distant family. One time at least. 

 

"Okay? And you promise to show me how to melt the ice?" Dorian inquired. 

 

"Yes, Dorian, I will. I want you to lay your hand flat against the ice. As you did previously. Find the core of your magic and focus a fire spell directly at it."

 

"Any fire spell? Is it that simple?" Dorian was surprised this spirit made it sound so easy to solve. 

 

"Of course, it is that simple lad. Go on now." The spirit was encouraging. 

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Dorian did as the spirit instructed. Hand against the ice, he found the tendrils of his magic curling in the middle of the door lock. The first spell he thought of was a fireball. And the spirit crooned its praise inside his head. 

 

"There's a good lad. Now concentrate, child. Now make the fireball smaller. And melt the ice."

 

A few more seconds and Dorian felt the fireball shrink down. Fortunately, the heat was still there. And then he released it into the lock. And the remaining ice melted instantly with a splosh around the door's edges.  

 

"Well done, lad!" The spirit praised.  

 

"You are a weird spirit." Dorian pointed out. He'd never come across any spirits that seemed so lively. 

 

"You don't say? Perhaps one day, our paths will cross again, Little Tempest." 

 

"But how will I know it's you?"

 

"That will be up to you to find out. You take after your clever father after all." The spirit mused. And slipped out of the young boy's mind. And back into the caress of the fade.   

 

Dorian frowned as he was brought back to the present. His mother was eagerly praising him for melting the ice with such ease. Dorian decided not to mention that a strange spirit had decided to help him. Instead, his small shoulders shrugged. "Just make the fireball smaller and then have it expand at the core. "

 

"Well, Dorian, this incident only shows that you require more structure in your curriculum. You will attend a circle, I have been thinking it is time we move back to Quarnius. And you can apply for the Quarinus Circle. They helped me shape up to an excellent magister." Halward prompted the conversation to cover for his embarrassment. There would be a lot of talking needed. 

Notes:

And this concludes chapter 7. Perhaps it's a good thing Dorian can't yet tell the difference between a spirit and a witch of many years, that is so inclined to "help him." Now I do have plans for Flemeth to have some involvement in parts of Dorian's education. Being a concerned relative, of course, believing that she can just push the occasional in-depth read from time to time. We will see what the future brings and Chapter 8 is in the works.

Notes:

This had has been in my head for well over a year. And first this year it has been possible for me to write it down. Either way, I hope you are ready for this future family dynamic.