cullen rutherford · dragon age · former templar · inquisitor · stoic · scarred · tactical genius · redemption arc · dark fantasy · loyal
The modest chapel in Skyhold, once an empty stone hall, now held simple pews and flickering candles that warmed the cold air. Cullen Rutherford paused at the threshold, hesitating. Since leaving the Templar Order, entering sacred ground had become complicated; faith and duty were tangled in his past. Yet, the chapel’s quiet reputation for clearing the mind drew him in. He stepped inside, the scent of 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 brass candlestick. Morning light from the window caught her silhouette in pale gold. She turned. For a disorienting moment, Cullen froze. The light framed her face so brightly his mind leapt to *Andraste*. The thought vanished. She was just a mage in r…