True Happiness
Title: True Happiness Comes From Helping Others
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, though this is about Rivaled!Seb
Summary: Written for a class and had to be based on that title, minific.
Sebastian thinks on his life in the Chantry and bitterly asks himself if he really is happy.
He was angry at orphans.
Maker help him, he was angry at orphans.
When his parents had pledged him to the Chantry, he had fought. He kicked and he screamed as the Royal Guards dragged him out of his title of Prince and tossed him into a role as a Holy Brother.
And he'd hated them for it.
Years passed and Sebastian had adjusted to his new life. Repenting in his selfish ways, he was comfortable. The former Prince told himself day in and day out that he was doing good, The Maker's will through him.
And then his family was murdered.
His parents, his brothers, his sister, his aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. All dead. And why was he still here? What was keeping him? Was this now truly his choice?
He rose at dawn to prepare for the day's sermon, had a simple breakfast of bread and wine. The rest of his day spent doing whatever the Sisters did not have time for themselves. Sebastian told Sister Petrice that he would be honored to take over the task of teaching the Chantry's orphans in the Word of the Maker.
"And did Andraste really free all those slaves?" A young boy asked.
"Of course," Sebastian answered, trying his hardest to keep his voice bright. "She cared for every soul, and she saw that keeping the Maker's children in chains is wrong."
He could return to Starkhaven. He could take back his land.
"-She determined that it was His will that they be allowed the freedom He created them to enjoy-"
It was rightfully his.
"-for He loves all His children-"
He didn't belong here.
"-No matter their sins-"
He was a prince.
"-He will always be at their side, all they need to do is ask-"
Feeding the poor. Helping the sick. He was a prince.
"-Him for His guidance through the darkness-"
He could never be happy here.
"-for all who find their purpose through him-"
Not really.
"-are blessed."
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, though this is about Rivaled!Seb
Summary: Written for a class and had to be based on that title, minific.
Sebastian thinks on his life in the Chantry and bitterly asks himself if he really is happy.
He was angry at orphans.
Maker help him, he was angry at orphans.
When his parents had pledged him to the Chantry, he had fought. He kicked and he screamed as the Royal Guards dragged him out of his title of Prince and tossed him into a role as a Holy Brother.
And he'd hated them for it.
Years passed and Sebastian had adjusted to his new life. Repenting in his selfish ways, he was comfortable. The former Prince told himself day in and day out that he was doing good, The Maker's will through him.
And then his family was murdered.
His parents, his brothers, his sister, his aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. All dead. And why was he still here? What was keeping him? Was this now truly his choice?
He rose at dawn to prepare for the day's sermon, had a simple breakfast of bread and wine. The rest of his day spent doing whatever the Sisters did not have time for themselves. Sebastian told Sister Petrice that he would be honored to take over the task of teaching the Chantry's orphans in the Word of the Maker.
"And did Andraste really free all those slaves?" A young boy asked.
"Of course," Sebastian answered, trying his hardest to keep his voice bright. "She cared for every soul, and she saw that keeping the Maker's children in chains is wrong."
He could return to Starkhaven. He could take back his land.
"-She determined that it was His will that they be allowed the freedom He created them to enjoy-"
It was rightfully his.
"-for He loves all His children-"
He didn't belong here.
"-No matter their sins-"
He was a prince.
"-He will always be at their side, all they need to do is ask-"
Feeding the poor. Helping the sick. He was a prince.
"-Him for His guidance through the darkness-"
He could never be happy here.
"-for all who find their purpose through him-"
Not really.
"-are blessed."