The coronation goes about as smoothly as anyone could expect. Alistair doesn't have to do much for the first half: walk between the crowd of gathered nobles with Anora by his side, kneel when he reaches the front, accept the crown, and wave to everybody. Not much to mess up there, even if Anora swats his hand away when he tries to reach for it. So much for attempting to emphasize a unified front, he supposes.
The second half's more difficult, though. Morrigan vanished just after the battle's end, but the rest have stayed: Wynne, Zevran, Oghren, even Shale tucked away in the back. (Every so often, a little shriek erupts from her corner as an attendee, mistaking her for a statue, finds their mistake handily corrected.) And Lyna, of course. Lyna, standing several rows back, her mabari by her side, chin lifted as she casts an impassive eye over the proceedings.
(He sees the way her fingers twitch at her sides. Notices how she keeps her face half-turned away from him, so the darkest half of her vallaslin tattoo shades her eyes.)
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The second half's more difficult, though. Morrigan vanished just after the battle's end, but the rest have stayed: Wynne, Zevran, Oghren, even Shale tucked away in the back. (Every so often, a little shriek erupts from her corner as an attendee, mistaking her for a statue, finds their mistake handily corrected.) And Lyna, of course. Lyna, standing several rows back, her mabari by her side, chin lifted as she casts an impassive eye over the proceedings.
(He sees the way her fingers twitch at her sides. Notices how she keeps her face half-turned away from him, so the darkest half of her vallaslin tattoo shades her eyes.)
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