(Character Switch) An Elf comes for the throne

A/N: Right, read enough of this story, decided to try my own hand at this.

You are Alaras Surana, Hero of Ferelden, and you have had enough of the Herald's shit. A fat, slovenly man caring little for the world and more for his desires, he was undeserving of his position and power, and the Inquisition itself. Better that a more capable man take it than leave him alive.

Which was why when you barged into Skyhold's Throne Room with little fanfare, kicking open the doors, the fat man predictably squealed in surprise at your entrance, the others just as shocked.

"W-What is going on, here!? Who let this man in!? Guards!" The Herald cried out.

"Inquisitor, this is the Hero of Ferelden," Said Cullen, "Though I don't know why-"

"Save it," You told him, "I'm here for one thing and one thing only; the Herald."

"Y-You treat me as if I'm some insignificant existence!?" The Herald squealed, looking more a pig than a Human, "I'll have you know that I'm-"

Before he could utter another word, you swiftly cut off his head with a swing of your sword, sending his corpse tumbling down the steps as all others watched. Morrigan was gaping at the sight, her expression slightly ruined by the dried cum on her face - the Herald's, most likely.

Then, you sat down on the throne, and feel a thrum of power throughout your body that brings a smile to your face.

"Hear me, soldiers of the Inquisition!" You shouted, "With the Herald dead, I have decided to step up and claim the position of Inquisitor! This is a crucial time in our history, when we must stand united in the face of overwhelming odds and evil things that would see our world undone! If any of you support my leadership, raise your voice now!"

Whether it be the throne's power or the power of your speech, all raised their voices in cheers at your ascension to power. You were willing to bet they secretly hated the Herald as well.

With this, you let yourself smile, your mind already swimming with thoughts of using the throne's power.

Having familiarized yourself with Skyhold's layout, you soon manage to find the Spymaster's Aerie, where the beautiful and dutiful Leliana was busy writing letters she tied to ravens' feet before sending them flying.

"Ah, Alaras..."

"It's been a long time," You said smilingly, "And you haven't turned any less beautiful in the ten years we've been apart."

"I... I know," Said Leliana, "I busied myself so much with work, we've all but drifted apart."

You frown slightly, then move to wrap your arms around her.

"Ah, how I miss feeling your slender curves," You said, "I can think of several dozen women who'd be envious of you."

"Oh, you tease..." Leliana muttered, blushing slightly.

Then, leaning in close, you kiss her ferociously, your tongue and lips assaulting hers whilst you kept her body pressed on you until you were breathless, saliva staining your mouth.

"It's been ten years since we've last been together," You said, "And I'm not letting you go."

The fierce, possessive hunger in your words stoked a fire in Leliana, the Orlesian feeling her legs tremble with every syllable.

"Then please... take me," She said.