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The Lady and the TemplarThe Lady and the Templar by AgeOfRogues
Tanwen shouted, gasping as she shot straight up from where she’d been sleeping like the dead . She had the dream again - the one that never failed to scare her from the deepest levels of her slumber. She brought her knees to her chest and covered her face with her hands behind them, fighting back the tears and the shaking that always followed. Her dream was neither the past nor the present. It wasn’t even the future, as far as she knew. It was her darkest fear manifesting inside her sleeping mind, and she always let it - if only to see the center of said dream again. It had started the first night she had left Ostwick for the Conclave. She realized now that it was because she didn’t know if she would see him again, and she didn’t fight the dreams. The dream may very well be the only way she would see him for the foreseeable future, since the waking world was turning out to be so uncertain.
Her attention was drawn from her ow
I’m not, as sad as I am to say, the best at grammar. So, I was wondering if anyone in the dragon age universe who is good at grammar, would be willing to read through the multi-chapter fic I am attempting to write following my Trevelyan and her relationship with Cullen in the Inquisition universe. The lovely has been helping me, but she has been busy with her own life lately and I don’t want to be a bother. So if you are interested, just leave me a message and we can talk!