Use daupdater (in Dragon age/binship folder) or DAModder to install both dazips (Epi Events Framework and Grey Warden Weddings). Make sure they are enabled under installed content. This can be installed almost anytime during the game since it is a post coronation event.

Anora

The Queen wept quietly in her bedroom. The last few days had been a whirlwind. After the final battle, in which the Hero of Ferelden had defeated the Archdaemon and ended the Blight before it had really begun, Anora had been crowned Queen. Her whole life had been turned upside down and she was completely lost in the world of duty and power into which she had thrust herself. She thought she might be able to cope more easily if her father had still been alive but he had been killed by the person who had put her on the throne. When she thought of Aedan Cousland, the Grey Warden and Hero of Ferelden, her emotions pulled her in a thousand directions at once.

Her first impressions of the Warden were simple. She was impressed. He was handsome and even though he was a Grey Warden he was also a nobleman. In a different life she would have been happy to take him as a husband unlike that idiot fellow Grey Warden to whom Cousland had tried to put on the throne with her. However, it was quickly apparent that the Hero of Ferelden only had eyes for the apostate mage who was with him. If Anora was honest, she would have happily sided with Arl Eamon in the Landsmeet if she had not been so insulted by the lack of interest that the Warden so clearly displayed in her as a woman.

Now the Warden and his companions had disappeared to the ends of Thedas and she was left to rule Ferelden. The only person Anora was able to turn to was Arl Eamon. The problem was that she couldn't trust the elderly Arl. He was clearly out to become king himself. Anora was astute enough to know that history was written by the winners so her father would forever be thought of as a traitor to the realm and Aedan Cousland would be the hero of the story. The new queen knew that the truth had to be different. Her father would never have betrayed King Cailan at Ostegar. She was left with a lingering, futile anger. Anger at the ordinary people and nobles who treated her father as a hero last week and now cheered the man who killed him. These were the people over whom she now had to rule. No wonder she felt her eyes burn with tears, she thought bitterly.

There was a knock at the door

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'Queen Anora, may I enter,' a quiet voice said.

'Of course, my dear,' Anora replied.

The Queen's new servant entered. She was a young elf from the alienage called Candrani. Anora had had elven servants for as long as she remembered and was happy that this would continue when she was Queen.

'I did not mean to disturb you, Your Majesty, but your guard said you had asked for me.'

'I did Candrani. Come sit on my bed next to me,' The elf tentatively perched on the edge of the bed next to Anora. 'It is very lonely being Queen, my dear. I need someone who I can share things with, someone who I can confide in. I need someone who, when I cry, will not see it as weakness but will attempt to dry the tears.'

'My Queen, I do not think..'

'I do not want you to think, my dear, I need you to listen to me and to comfort me. Can you do that?'

'I do not know, my Queen.'

'That is OK, I will teach you, you are not my first,' Anora lightly placed her hand on her servants cheek and stared into her eyes. 'You look like a natural to me.'

Arl Eamon

The Arl of Redcliffe paced the throne room. The reign of Queen Anora was now three weeks old and it had not started well. He waited for the Queen to take her place and thought about the council that he had assembled to advise the Queen. It left a lot to be desired. In an ideal world, Eamon would have liked Cousland to be on the council. He felt a sense of failure that he could not persuade any of the group that the Hero had put together to help in advising the Queen. He had hoped he could have least persuaded the mage, Wynne, to stay in Denerim but she had been persuaded to go back to the Circle. The council, in reality, was made up of ambitious and duplicitous noblemen who the Arl neither trusted nor respected. No wonder the Queen didn't see these sessions as important, so much so that she did not arrive on time.

Just as the Arl was contemplating sending one of the guards to collect Anora, she arrived in the throne room. She swept into the room looking every inch the Queen of Ferelden, dressed in an elaborate and elegant green dress and wearing her crown. All the nobles bowed there heads in deference to their Queen. As he bowed his head the Arl caught Anora's eyes. They were as fierce as ever as she looked at him, burning with anger. He had tried has best to be a good advisor to Anora but she clearly didn't trust him.

'Come on, let's get this over with,' Anora waved her hand dismissively as she sat on her throne. 'What have we got today?'

'Your Majesty, may I put in a request?' Arl Evan spoke first.

'Get on with it, Evan,' Queen Anora responded impatiently. Eamon know how she felt. When Arl Evan ever spoke at council meetings he wanted something. While other Lords at least made the effort to appear that they had the good of the realm at heart, Emmet Evan had no such pretences.

' Due to the Blight, the Arrowdale has suffered greatly. As you know, Your Majesty, we rely heavily on agriculture for our income. Farmers are struggling as many workers have left for the Free Marches and cannot work the land. Our people are light of coin and need help from the crown to prevent further suffering. Your..'

'That's it!' Eamon had heard enough. He felt the anger rise in his chest and his face reddened. 'This is a Queen's council meeting. We are here to advise the Queen on matters of state. You people are pathetic. The Queen may as well empty this hall and invite all the beggars from the slums of Denerim in here.'

'How dare you!' Arl Evan responded. He looked shocked and disgusted. Eamon had no sympathy.

Arl Eamon turned to the Queen. 'As your loyal advisor, Your Majesty, I advise you to disband the council until we can find more suitable and worthy people to help you rule.'

'Fine,' Queen Anora smiled enigmatically at Arl Eamon. 'Lords go back to your castles. The realm appreciates the time you have given to advise the Queen but that time is now over. Arl Evan, please see the Master of Coin. He will see to your needs. This council meeting is over. Eamon you stay.'

The rest of the nobles bowed there heads and left the throne room hurriedly. He was glad to see the back of them.

Kumpulan lagu barat terbaru 2017. 'Impressive, Eamon,' Anora said. 'I understand now why the Warden thought to highly of you. I have wanted to do that for a while but I didn't want to upset these idiots. It is not good for a new ruler to make enemies so quickly. Now they will blame you for this.'

'Your Majesty, I am here to make sure that the realm recovers from the Blight. The people need a strong and compassionate ruler. We have many challenges to come and I hope we can face those challenges together.'

'Arl, I appreciate what you have done today, but don't misunderstand, I respect you but I will never, ever trust you. You may go now.'