so i posted a headcanon and people really liked it
It was not every day that Zevran had a hand in crowning kings. Quite the opposite, in fact- The Crows ended reigns more often than not. His reputation with regal assassinations had been somewhat tarnished by the fact he had ended up robbed blind and arse-up in some river, but thankfully enough, Orzammar was remarkably river-free. Despite the Crows’ large part in Antivan politics, he had not cared all that much. The only time a politician could pique his interest was when they were offering him a great deal of coin.
Things were not all that different in the underground city. Quite frankly, he did not care if an oversized nug took the throne of Orzammar. At that moment in time, all he cared for was the mage safely tucked at his side.
Safe.
She was safe.
