A man had run from the hall crying the terrible news. Lara walked on. The children! She had to get to her children. Dillon, at four, was old enough to know what had happened to his father. The Fiacre would keep his memories of his sire alive. But her year old daughter, Anoush, would not even remember Vartan. What in the name of the Celestial Actuary had possessed Adon to commit this terrible act? She struggled to remember everything that had happened just a short while ago.
Liam, Vartan's cousin and best friend, ran up to her. "What has happened?, he asked her, his gaze going to Andraste's bloody blade.
"Adon killed Vartan," Lara managed to answer him.
"He walked up to him, smiling, his wretched wife at his side. And then without warning or provocation he plunged a dagger into Vartan's heart. I suspect the tip was poisoned, for Vartan died instantly. When Adon declared himself Lord of the Fiacre, I slew them both where they stood. I must get to t ...
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