Topic > the blue ones. I could sense his terror as he talked about the city, and I should have heard it just as well. I had saved Anders, after he had destroyed the Kirkwall church and Elthina with it. My mercy had infuriated Sebastian, and he in turn vowed to reclaim Starkhaven and raze the chained city, taking Anders and me with him. I should have shared Ander's fear, only I couldn't. Despite my strained relationship with the prince, I felt a strange sort of kinship with him. We had both lost our families, albeit under different circumstances, and despite my apparent outward hatred for him, I always had a soft spot inside me for the man. Anders would never understand, so I skirted around the topic every time it came up. “You need to eat more. Look at you, you're getting so thin,” I scolded the apostate. “And you're avoiding my conversation.” “I don't want to talk about it.” “Of course not. You're completely infatuated with that damn prince, aren't you!? Izzy. I was still pissed at her for bringing up my regrets, but the pirate was right - and a ship - and she was usually never this eager to help me. And who was I to refuse an ally? And neutral, too? I held back my anger and looked Isabella straight in the eyes, holding her gaze. "Shall we leave tomorrow, then?" I asked. Isabella let out an obnoxious scream and harassed me with another of her groping "hugs", before running off to her room without a word. I turned to follow her and went up the stairs to say goodnight to Anders before disappearing into his room. It's a shame I didn't notice the hooded figure who had been listening to my and Isabela's entire conversation, the golden buckle of his robe glowing mischievously in the dim lighting, revealing the crest of Starkhaven royalty..