Alistair handed Isla a package and sent her inside the house. Isla cried as she saw her dress armor that Alistair had made for when she became queen. Isla quickly got dressed. She smiled at her reflection as Zevran entered.

"You look beautiful, my dear." He said and kissed her cheek. "Not that you don't all the time, but you look especially beautiful now."

Zevran and the others had been busily working around the beach, making sure their wedding would be special. Zevran placed a flower crown on Isla's head as he helped her to the door. She gasped in delight as she saw the trail of flowers and glowing lights that lead to the beach where Alistair was waiting with the others. Isla wasn't sure how Eamon had done it, but he convinced Mother Hannah to marry them that very day.

"Maker's breath, but you are beautiful." Alistair said taking her hand from Zevran. The ceremony was simple, short, and perfect. Eamon provided them with drink and food and a small feast was set up in the front yard of the cottage. The others soon drifted off leaving the newlyweds alone.

Alistair carried her into her bedroom and sat her down. "Now you're mine, and you can't get away." He said kissing her cheek and neck as he took the flowers out of her hair. He took her hair brush and brushed her hair. She remembered all the other times he had done this for her. She reached up and caught his hand, kissing it as she looked at him in the mirror.

"Did you think we would end up here, married, when you first brushed my hair at the inn?" Isla asked leaning back against him as he rubbed her shoulders.

"When I first saw you appear over that hill, swords drawn, Dalish armor filled out so nicely, I knew I would marry you. None had ever caught my eye before, or since. I love you, Isla Theirin."

"And I love you, my husband." She said standing up and unfastening the overdress. She let it fall to the floor and moved closer to the bed, pulling the under-dress over her head as she went. "Come and show me how much you have missed me." She said slipping off her chemise and crawling into bed. Alistair began unbuckling his armor, tossing it aside as he moved to her.

"As my queen commands." He said as he climbed in with her, pulling her into his arms, and kissing her deeply. She trembled against him and he pulled back, gently stroking her face. "Are you sure you are ready for this? We don't have to do this." He said worried.

She reached up laid her hand on his cheek. "I don't want to remember anyone but you touching me ever again. Love me and make me forget his touch." She whispered. Alistair felt a stab through his heart at her sad words, and lowered himself to her, taking extra care and time to make sure she could tell she was cherished.

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They spent the next couple of weeks in bliss. When it rained they stayed in bed all day. When the sun shone they explored the area together. As the second week ended, they both knew time had come for them to return to the others. Alistair and Isla made their way slowly to the castle at Redcliffe.

Alistair surprised Eamon and Isla by asking Eamon to show them to the vineyard area. Alistair greeted the owner and they were shown around the vineyard. The man laid out his plans for expansion and told the cost. Alistair looked to Isla. She nodded thinking it a fair deal. Alistair agreed and Eamon drew up the plans right away. Alistair and Isla then returned to the keep and gathered Zevran and Bromlin and the horses. Alistair pulled Isla onto his horse with him as there were only three now that the others had gone back to Highever. She didn't mind one bit.

The trip took a little over a week to return and they were warmly greeted by those left behind. A few days later, Isla got the wedding she had dreamed of. She wore her mother's wedding dress. Fergus and Aedan gave her away. Mother Mahal performed the ceremony on the small overlook that looked out to the sea. The sun shone on them, as if the Maker was giving them his blessing. The children all gathered around them as they said their vows for the second time. Alistair had new papers drawn up and made it official that Isla was the children's new mother. Isla cuddled her new nephew as they all sat together as a new family.

They returned a week later to Denerim where the city rejoiced at having a new queen. They had their lavish ceremony for the people and Isla was then crowned queen and swore her fealty to Alistair. The people celebrated for a full week the marriage of their much loved king. Alistair, as Isla had once pointed out, wasn't like the other nobles. He liked to mingle with the commoners. And they in turn felt he was someone who really looked to their interest. The land prospered under the union of Theirin's and Cousland's.

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Five months later…

Alistair paced outside the queen's chamber. Isla had insisted it be set up as the baby's room for now. They would be moved to the nursery with the others once they were a toddler. Isla wanted to be the one to take care of the baby. Though she loved Becca and wanted and needed her help. She wanted to be as involved with her own baby as her mother had been with her.

"Alistair, she will be fine. You have the three most powerful mages in all of Ferelden with you. She will come to no harm." Zevran assured him motioning to Alaric and Anders as Wynne was in the room with Isla. Alistair gave him a pained expression as Isla cried in pain on the other side of the door.

"Every woman does this, Alistair. It is nothing to be scared of." Fergus soothed. He had been through it twice now. He knew it didn't get easier, but Alistair was making him nervous.

"She has Oriana, Leliana, and Wynne with her. They have all done this. She will be just fine. They would tell us if something was wrong." Alaric assured him. He knew why it was taking so long, but he had been sworn to secrecy by Isla.

Finally there was a sound of a baby crying. Alistair bolted to the door, but it didn't open. He began to panic as time drug out and no one came for him. Was Isla alright? Was the baby? He sat down heavily leaning against the door, praying. He jumped as Isla cried out again and a baby began crying again. He pounded on the door then.

"I just need to know that they are alright!" He yelled as Zevran and Aedan wrestled him back from the door. A few moments later Oriana opened the door and smiled at him.

"They are all fine. Come and see for yourself." Alistair didn't even catch the fact she hadn't said both as he shoved her aside and rushed to Isla who was laying in the middle of the bed. He dropped to his knees thanking the Maker as she smiled at him. Sweat matted her hair to her face and neck, but she was alright.

"Alistair, come and meet your children." She ordered him with a half laugh.

He moved to the bed and tentatively sat on the edge. "Children?" He asked weakly. She smiled at him and offered him one of the bundles in her arms.

"May I introduce you to your son, Duncan Zander Theirin." Alistair took the baby and gasped as he looked into the tiny face. "He looks just like you." She beamed at him as Alistair stroked his tiny cheek.

He looked at Isla with tears in his eyes. "You named him Duncan?"

"Of course. We had to name him for your father." Alistair looked at her and loved her even more then.

"And Zander?" He asked looking back at his son. He had a son.

"For Zevran and Anders. We wouldn't have them if it wasn't for them." She said. "I didn't think you would mind."

"I don't. You keep referring to him as them." Alistair said frowning and looking at her. She smiled at him.

"Well, if you are done with your son, maybe you would like to meet your daughter." She said moving the blanket back from the baby's face. He gasped at the tiny pink bundle in Isla's arms. "Grace Kelana Theirin. I found out from Eamon your mother's name was Grace and Kelana is letters from the children's names. If you don't like it we can change it." Isla said worried as he didn't respond. He shifted careful of the babies and scooted so he was sitting beside where Isla was leaned against the headboard. He placed Duncan down in her arms and took Grace. He kissed Grace and murmured her name before he wrapped an arm around Isla and kissed her deeply.

"I love it. And you. You are wonderful. I can't believe we have children. Two of them. We're parents. I never thought I would have a child. And now we have seven. I love you so much."

"And I love you, my king." Isla said and kissed him. "Can the others meet them now?"

"Of course." Alistair motioned to Wynne who was watching them. He refused to leave the bed or put down his children as Isla handed him back Duncan, helping him to get them each situated into his arms. She held her arms out as the children rushed in followed by their friends and family.

The babies were passed around and hugged and loved and soon settled into their new room. Isla refused to leave to the other room so Alistair curled into her old bed with her. He held her close and kissed her cheek.

"Are you sleeping?" He asked as he ran his hand through her hair.

She sighed and turned to face him. "No. I'm tired, but I'm too happy to sleep. All the missing pieces are finally in place." She smiled at him and kissed his cheek as he shifted so she could be cradled against his chest. "I love you."

"And I love you." He said kissing her. She slid her hands up his chest and smiled invitingly. "Isla, we can't do that now!"

"Oh? Wynne healed me. We can definitely do that now." She said sliding her hands down to his pants.

"The babies!" He whispered trying to stop her hands. He groaned as she rubbed against him. It had been a while since they had been together.

"Well, there is a bed in the other room we could use. If we left the door open we could hear them if they cried." She nipped at his neck and slid her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around him. He bucked against her and tried to think.

"You said you didn't want to sleep in there." Alistair panted, desperately trying not to give in.

"I don't. But I don't want to be sleeping right now. Make love to me."

"As my queen commands."