Gaspard hurries to Skyhold for a reunion with Evelyne Trevelyan. Earnest and eager,
he is unable to wait any longer and he takes her in the stairs to her chambre,
where anyone can hear if they are not quiet.

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Evelyne stood speaking with Philippe in Skyhold’s main hall as he relayed all his latest discoveries regarding Thedas’s dragons. She sighed internally. Ah, that accent. She longed to be in Gaspard’s warm embrace once more.
        Since their night together at the Winter Palace, all she had to contend with were secret missives sent to her.
        The Inquisition kept her busy enough to keep her mind focused most of the time. Physically walking into the Fade was something she was still wrapping her head around.
        A horse neighed loudly outside and the hurried galloping made her wonder at the urgency. She nodded absently at Philippe, trying to hear the commotion outside.
        Someone bounded up the steps and into the main hall.
        Evelyne’s heart skipped a beat and her stomach whooped. ‘Gaspard!’ She gaped at him. ‘I mean, Emperor de Chalons, what a pleasant surprise.’
        Gaspard stood at the door for a moment, his mouth agape, his blue eyes wide behind his mask. Quickly he composed himself.
        ‘Lady Trevelyan.’ He bowed politely. ‘I heard of your…ordeal in the Fade. You can understand that as your ally who has a vested interest in your success against Corypheus, I had to hear the story from you myself.’ He walked towards her and she excused herself from Philippe who bowed to his Emperor.
        ‘The people of Orlais were greatly troubled when they heard what had happened,’ Gaspard went on. ‘I merely wished to ensure I could…appease their’ – he lowered his voice – ‘palpitations.’
        He had said it in Orlesian and his voice was husky. It sent a tingle through Evelyne’s body.
        ‘You needn’t worry, Emperor de Chalons,’ Evelyne replied as they walked side by side, ‘the alliance still holds strong. As you can see, I am quite fine.’
        He paused and sized her up and down. ‘Je vois, yes, indeed.’ He smiled and Evelyne felt herself blush.
        ‘May we speak in private regarding our alliance now that you have…learnt more from your experience.’
        ‘Yes, of course.’ Evelyne led him towards the back of the main hall and to the door that led to her chambre. ‘We will not be disturbed upstairs.’
        She opened the door and as soon as it shut, Gaspard slid his mask on the top of his head, grabbed Evelyne and pulled her to him. His lips were devouring hers before she could even gasp in alarm.
        She melted into his kisses as his thick lips engulfed her between them. Evelyne let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arms around him.
        ‘Maker, how I’ve missed you,’ Gaspard breathed, leaning his forehead on hers. ‘I was so worried when I heard about what happened. I had to ensure you were all right.’
        ‘I’m sorry it all worried you, Gaspard. I should have sent word sooner.’
        He kissed her neck tenderly, then again lower and back up to her ear. ‘I am simply relieved, that is all.’
        Evelyne placed a hand on his face and took a step back. There was a glint in his eyes that told her more than he was letting on. She smiled gingerly.
        Then, Gaspard shed the last of his mask as his face fell and a tear ran down his cheek. ‘If anything had happened to you…had you not returned.’ Gaspard gently stroked Evelyne’s cheek with the back of his fingers. ‘My apologies, I seem to find myself unable to maintain my composure around you. Never have I felt this way for anyone before, ma jolie, to make a man lose such control when he is such a master of the game…’ He grinned, his eyes boring into her soul. ‘It is almost dangerous, and it makes me crave you so much more.’
        Evelyne smiled, feeling warmth within her. ‘Gaspard, I feel the same way. And…it’s all right for you to worry about me. I did send word to you but you make it sound as though you heard from another source.’
        ‘Yes,’ Gaspard confirmed. He held her tightly, burying his face in her neck and kissing her again. Evelyne moaned softly, feeling a tingle in her stomach. ‘I must have left Verchiel before your missive arrived.’ He kissed her again. ‘Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love.’
        Evelyne giggled. ‘So you’ve said.’
        ‘And it is not enough to express how much my heart has yearned for you since our night together. Perhaps here I shall be able to spend the entire night with you?’ He pulled away, a hopeful smile tugging on the side of his mouth.
        ‘I would like that.’ Evelyne placed both her hands on his face. ‘I would like that very much…my love.’
        Gaspard’s lips were on hers again, eagerly landing again every time they parted ever so slightly. Evelyne took a step back as Gaspard’s hands travelled the length of her body. She took one careful step up the first step, then another, her lips never parting from Gaspard’s.

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