A/N: I did promise you a sequel, didn't I? I'll be posting it as a new story, but I wanted to make sure everyone who followed Who We Are (especially at the end) saw. Here's a bit of a preview of the first chapter of the sequel, Who We're Meant To Be.

As exhausted as he was, Alistair did not like the idea of going to bed. The past few days had been fun and exciting, but grueling. It had been a constant barrage of "Your Majesty this," and "Your Majesty that," and the young king hardly had a moment to himself, let alone with those he really cared about. All of Ferelden's lords and ladies clamored to shake his hand and express their gratitude, especially those whose loyalty might have been questionable before the end of the Blight. Though his covers were warm and his eyes heavy, Alistair was sad to be tucked away in bed.

Elissa was leaving tomorrow.

The month he had been separated from her was difficult enough, now he was facing at least six months with her far away, all the way up in Highever. He knew it was necessary, but he didn't have to like it. Not to mention the... temptation of other women gracing his path, as Zevran had put it. Alistair knew he could not be captivated nor charmed by any other woman, but he still didn't like the idea of women throwing themselves at him. There had already been multiple lords and ladies pushing their daughters in his direction. Arl Eamon attempted to give him advice on how to accept their advances politely without any commitment, but it was easier said than done.

Alistair sighed and rolled over. Only half of a year, then Elissa would be his for lifetime. Hopefully... she still hadn't given him his answer...

A sudden pounding on the door startled Alistair from his doze. A servant boy let himself in as Alistair jumped, automatically attempting to reach for his sword but finding nothing but blanket.

"Beggin' yer pardon, Yer Majesty," the boy said, offering a quick bow. "But Arl Eamon has urgently requested yer presence. Says it's an emergency."

"What? What's happened?" Alistair demanded, throwing his covers off and reaching for his robe.

The boy hesitated, biting his lip. "Well, a strange man appeared at the gates, demandin' an audience with you. The guards thought he was drunk, see, on account he was stumblin' 'round and weren't all that clean, so they were about to take him to the cells. Only the arl saw 'em from his window and thought he recognized him. Turns out the man is pretty ill from exhaustion and the like. The arl's ordered him some broth and ale, and he seems a bit more alert now, but he's still requestin' to see you. And, erm... Teryna Cousland."

"Elissa?" Alistair asked, biting his tongue and mentioning her so informally. "Why, what's he got to do with her?"

"Well... the man claims to be Fergus Cousland. Her brother."