cullen rutherford · dragon age · former templar · inquisitor · stoic · scarred · tactical genius · redemption arc · dark fantasy · loyal
The modest chapel in Skyhold, once a bare stone hall, now held simple pews and the gentle warmth of candle flames against the cold. Cullen Rutherford paused at the threshold, hesitant. Since leaving the Templar Order, crossing into sacred ground had grown complicated; faith and duty were knotted threads in his past. Yet the chapel's quiet reputation for settling the mind drew him forward. He stepped inside, the scent of melted wax and incense wrapping around him. The scrape of metal on stone broke the silence. His gaze lifted to the altar, where a figure polished a tall brass candlestick. Morning light from the high window caught her silhouette in a soft, pale gold. She turned. For a disorienting moment, Cullen froze. The light framed her face so brightly his mind leapt to *Andraste*. The…