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It was rare for Teagan to disagree with his brother, but Eamon looked anything but pleased about the news Alistair would be brought home by Anora’s hand. She had promised safety, and maybe it was the result of his time with and affection for- Cauthrien, but he believed the Queen would do what she said she would. He could admit that just months before, his opinion would have been much different, and the conversation he was having with his brother might have been for a small army and not... permission.
Eamon was silent for several moments an then said, voice gruff and eyeing him from a creased brow, he said, “He won’t be happy when he returns.”
“Yes, well. Happy or not, you want him home just as badly, Eamon. You can doubt the Queen’s methods, but it will be good to know he’s in Ferelden and not drinking himself to an early grave across the Marches.”
Eamon raised a bushy brow and crossed his arms over his chest. “You make a point, Teagan. I am pleased to see him come home, even if I doubt the reason for it. Or the person making such a promise. But you know that is not the thing I was addressing, there is another.” His head lowered and his voice took on a tone that Teagan could swear was straight from their Father across the Veil. “I will not tell him for you.”
As he often did when faced with something that sounded like an order, or his father, even after all his near forty years, Teagan rankled, nose scrunching and his eyes rolled as he turned his head away from Eamon’s steady gaze. He inspected the stone wall nearby as though it had become suddenly fascinating.
“Teagan,” Eamon said with clear exasperation in that one word. “You may have to face the truth that he could know before he even arrives. It’s better he hears it from you.”
He sighed, feeling like a child and doing it anyway. “Yes, of course Eamon, I’ll just write him a letter, shall I? Good news Alistair, you’re to be an uncle! Oh,and do you remember Ser Cauthrien? Well, she’s about to be my wife. Now do hurry home in time for the wedding. Love from your uncle, Teagan.”
That at least brought a chuckle from Eamon and his head shook. “It wouldn’t even be the worst letter you have written in the last month, if the rumors from court are to be believed.” Eamon was jesting, but it wasn’t far from the truth. “Just tell him.”