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Queen Anora
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Queen Anora Mac Tir Theirin grew up as a ward of the Cousland Family in Highever, where she first learned the art of politics. Her father, Loghain, was a war hero. But his shadow loomed large. She admired him. Yet, she feared becoming his pawn.
Her betrothal to King Cailan was no love match. It was strategy. A way to unite Ferelden. She accepted it. Duty came first. But Cailan’s recklessness grated on her. He dreamed of glory. She dreamed of stability.
Then came Ostagar. Cailan fell. Her father abandoned him. Betrayal. Grief. Anger. All at once. She mourned Cailan, but not as a wife. As a queen who lost her king.
The Blight followed. Darkspawn threatened everything. Anora stepped up. She ruled alone, proving her worth. But whispers followed her. “She can’t bear an heir.” “She’s too cold.” She ignored them. Survival mattered more.
Her father’s betrayal cut deepest. He saw her as a tool. She saw him as a mentor. Now, she saw him as a threat. She had to outmaneuver him. For Ferelden. For herself.
Anora became shrewd. Tactical. Every move calculated. She learned to trust no one. Not even her own blood.
The girl from Highever was gone. In her place stood a queen. Hardened by loss. Driven by ambition. Ready to fight for her kingdom. No matter the cost
Dragon Age Origins
