Vivamus, Moriendum Est: Chapter 14
Pairing: Dorian Pavus/Lavellan
Summary: Royalty AU bullshit, NSFW content
Dorian hadn’t been alone longer than fifteen minutes when there was a knock at his door. He called out a haphazard ‘enter,’ and waited in silence for his company to show themselves.
Livia looked like a vengeful spirit, standing in his doorway in a simple dressing gown, a hard look contorting her features.
“Husband.” She greeted, the word oozing with disingenuous politeness, as if to put on a show. She pulled the door closed behind her back and did the lock with a fluid movement. Dorian kept his expression placid, though there was a sharp letter opener well within reach. Just in case.
“Wife.” He replied. “What is it?” Livia took her time crossing his chambers, dawdling at his shelves and around his furniture, measuring the space. As she wandered, Dorian took the letter opener in hand and stashed it. When Livia finally came to reply, it held a weight greater than her words alone.
“Have you heard?” She asked, bordering on conspiratory.
“Heard what?” Dorian snipped, rising from his reading chair. Her cocky, sidelong glance told him more; you’ve been kept out of the loop.
“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you,” she said, and she meant it. There was a glimmer of vulnerability--slight, but there, and that made Dorian’s stomach turn for whatever came next-- “your father’s dead. Sounds like it was assassination.”