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Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the light, in the sound

It had been four years since the Inquisitor defeated Corypheus and saved the world, and only six months since Nymira Amell was crowned War Commander of the secret Order of the Dragon.

In celebration of yet another year of peace, Empress Celene and her partner Briala have invited all of Thedas to the royal estate for one of her famed masquerades.

Guests have a run of the house, aside from selective wings that have been locked off to guests. The estate has been decorated in beautiful silk banners, the most extravagant flowers, and the most beautiful people have been requested to attend.

However, in the midst of the celebration, there is a dark power lurking in the shadows, waiting to unleash chaos upon their unsuspecting victims

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Asharen had debated for quite some time on if even coming to the Masquerade Ball being hosted by Celene and Briala- but Celene had insisted that she come- the ball was “in her honor” after all. Asha had asked her fellow elders, as well as Nymira and Soren to accompany her in case there was an attack on Celene or any other foul play. She wanted to be prepared, and there wasn’t anyone else she trusted to fight at her side. The invitation was spread to those all across Thedas- not just those of royalty, so who knows what kind of characters would come out of the wood work.

”Now introducing, the former Inquisitor, savior of all Thedas, the mage who sealed the Breach: Mistress Asharen Lavellan- going stag,” she was introduced, appearing before the crowd adorning a red mask and with beige accents to match her fawn ensemble. She rolled her eyes at the added “going stag” comment- as if it were a huge ordeal for her to not be accompanied by a man- or woman as Orlais was incredibly accepting of same sex couples. Holding her hand over her stomach- a slight bulge underneath the silk fabric, she felt the small being stir within her. It had been almost six months since her encounter with Solas, and the aftermath of the meeting was slowly beginning to show in the changes of her body.

A small smile spread across her face at this revelation- the only one knowing of her secret pregnancy being Keeper Deshanna- the only one she trusted to be healer to her child as well as herself during the pregnancy. Standing before Celene and Briala, she bowed gracefully, a smile on her face. Celene had been grateful to Asharen for saving her when Gaspard and Florianne had attempted to murder her- mad for the power of her crown. She had kept close contacts with Celene after the events at the Winter Palace- and Celene proved to be a powerful ally.

After excusing herself from the Empress and her partner, she began to mingle with the other guests, making sure that she was still able to locate Josephine and the others as she made her way through the crowds.

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Cause I don't wanna fall in love

No… No no no!

Nymira had steadfastly refused to go with Asha to the ridiculous spectacle that the Masquerade would likely turn into and yet…here she was. How did that olive-skinned little vixen do it?! She had a way of getting Nymira to go along with things that she normally wouldn’t do and this certainly counted as such.

Surely the Order and by proxy, the War Commander, had better things to do than this? They had to find Solas and stop him from enacting his plan, not fiddle around with a bunch of nobles who didn’t know what war truly was. Orlais was a place that Nymira had spent a great deal of time but not amongst the nobles, she hated being around them with their Grand Game nonsense. Hiding behind masks even when there was no Masquerade, they chose to play dirty with poisonous words and dark deeds, it was not an atmosphere that Nymira willingly put herself in and yet, here she was. Damn Asha. She better appreciate this because Nymira would rather be back in her room going over maps and strategies. She took her position as War Commander very seriously.

Would Soren be there? Of course he would. He had to be, he was her feckin bodyguard. The very notion that she needed that meathead to watch her back was laughable at best and she still hadn’t fully forgiven Asharen for bringing him into the Order. He was an excellent warrior, she had seen that firsthand but..no, it didn’t matter because she needed to focus on what was important. The Order.

The dress that she was, admittedly, absolutely beautiful, a gown that had been fashioned just for her, not that she felt she needed to look good. She had no reason to stand out and yet despite her reservations, she did love the outfit. She had never been the sort to wear such frivolous things and she likely never would again, so why not enjoy it while it lasted? The mask fit perfectly and her hair had been done to accentuate her face, something she never would have thought of doing herself. She had no worry as she stepped inside, she had her invitation but she was not important enough to garner an announcement which suited her just fine.

Of course she peered around for familiar faces amongst the crowds and, though she wouldn’t admit it, she did glance around for a particular Qunari in the crowd. Not that she would admit it…

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Silk hung from the ornate banisters, and sweet music trilled out into the gardens of the Orlesian Palace, the sounds of violins and harps mixing together in symphony. Nursing her glass of wine, Morrigan took a full sip, her dress swishing around her heels. While she loved the political intricacies of each ball that Orlais had to offer, she absolutely abhorred the dress code. Too much fabric. She preferred to just let it all out, often opting for the revealing outfit that was her signature piece. This hunk of material, while having a plunging neckline that was much too low considered to be appropriate, was difficult to walk in, and it made her skin want to sweat, which was only held at bay by the cooling mist of winter that she enveloped herself in with her magic. The nobles of many different nations were present, and she heard their whispers as she passed, feeding into the rumors of the dark witch who spent her time at the ear of the Empress. Morrigan rolled her eyes, as she passed, looking at the intricate masks that every Orlesian, and even foreigner wore. It was customary for Orlesians to wear masks to notate both their station and what noble house they were a part of, as well as a fashion statement. But this was also a Masquerade, which meant everyone was required to wear masks. Morrigan had barely tried, finding a simple flowered lace mask, with plenty of transparent holes with which you could see her whole face. It was no secret who she was, and she did not intend to act as such.

Scanning the room, Morrigan heard the trumpets flare as a guest was announced. Her head snapped up to the grand staircase near the door to the vestibule where guests arrived. Asharen Lavellan, the famous Inquisitor who sealed the Breach and defeated Corypheus sauntered in, solo, surprisingly, although Morrigan was not sure who she would show up with considering her lover had left her. She was missing her arm, the one that had once held the mark, the one that had been killing her, causing Morrigan to raise an eyebrow. She still carried herself so well, even without the added appendage. Scanning her movements, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she took a long drag of her wine, pulling herself from staring at the woman. Everyone whispered around her about what a hero the Inquisitor was and how her arm was missing, but only one person noticed the almost non-existent bump that protruded from her belly. It was not noticeable at all, in fact, unless you were used to noticing such small details, for being able to pick out the barest gestures in a crowd full of people.

Turning, Morrigan smirked as she took a sip of her wine. This was a new development, one that she could use to her advantage. She wondered who the father was, knowing it could not possibly be the Qunari, since no child had ever come out of a relationship such as that one. But if it was the Dread Wolf himself.... Ah, this was delicious, and Morrigan intended to keep it to herself. There was a right moment for everything and she would use this one in her game. Sauntering over to the side of the ballroom, she shadowed Celene, who had beckoned her over with one cursory glance in her direction. No doubt she wanted to know if Morrigan sensed any threats - magical ones - that was. Stepping up to her Empress, Morrigan leaned in, whispering in her ear, "All is well, but by the end of the evening, I fear that will not be the case." There was a warning in her eyes that Celene caught before she turned to speak to more of her guests, Briala at her other side, watching Morrigan warily. Morrigan knew that the Empress did not always share her secrets with her former lover, especially the ones that Morrigan whispered to her late at night when her curiosity ate at her.

Morrigan could feel something wrong in the air, however. There was a darkness stirring somewhere, far away, and yet close. She could not pinpoint the feeling, but something felt off, and Morrigan knew it would be a rare day if this night did not end in violence.

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Initially when Philippe received his invitation to a party that was hosted by the usurper, he could not help but think it was a joke since he was not on the best of terms with the throne. A party to celebrate peace, what a farce. The peace which the usurper was celebrating would not last forever and the Marquis was doing his best to seek out others who viewed the Empress with disdain, seeking to create a coalition with the goal of disposing of the usurper and avenging the rightful Emperor Gaspard de Chalons. At this point with the death of Gaspard, the Marquis cared little for who sat upon the throne of Orlais as long it was not Celene. He was willing to support anyone with even a semblance of a claim to the Imperial Throne as long as they were willing to recognize Gaspard as a rightful emperor and hand him Celene's head on a platter. The usurper had committed too many transgressions against the House of Montsimmard for Philippe to ever tolerate peace with the usurper.

The actual party was quite boring to say the least, the Marquis simply spent most of his time catching up with old compatriots from the civil war and giving icy glares of hatred towards the usurper and her ilk beneath his family's ancestral mask. If there was anyone who Philippe hated more than the usurper it would be the usurper's rabbit lover, a mockery of Orlesian values and that was not even accounting for the fact that the rabbit was responsible for the murder of his sister, or so he heard from the rightful Emperor. The Inquisitor was also an individual that the Marquis hated with a passion though he was appreciative of her actions in saving the world still that did not change the fact that she had betrayed the rightful Emperor of Orlais. Gaspard had invited the Inquisition to the peace conference and it ended with Celene ordering Gaspard's execution, if that was not treachery from the Inquisitor he did not know what was.

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Ah, Josephine loved the balls that Orlais had to offer. While most of them no doubt included some modicum of violence by the end of each evening, Josephine loves the whispers, the rumors and drama that allowed Orlesian Court to be so interesting. The Empress was having a masked ball, and of course, all core members of the former Inquisition were invited, to celebrate the four years of peace they had brought to the land. It seemed only fitting that the people were blind to the new threats that the Order worried about, and the members of the Order fought for secrecy, to ensure that a worldwide mass panic did not occur. Josephine was decked out in a beautiful golden gown with blue accents, silks rustling together as she slowly made her way down the ornate steps leading to the ballroom. The mask she had chosen was made of metal, polished gold with bright royal blue feathers attached to one side. She had attempted to convince Echo to join her for the soiree, but alas, she needed to return with Shadow to gather up some of her things, as she would be visiting with Josephine for a much longer stay than she had at first anticipated. A small smile rose on her face at the memory, and she strolled to the top of the banister of the staircase leading down into the sea of people, watching as Asharen was announced. She giggled at the 'going stag' comment. She may have contacted the announcer beforehand to play a small prank on the girl, for even proud Josephine loved to play pranks from time to time.

Asha flowed down the steps, and Josephine scanned the room quickly, noting Nymira's presence, as well as Morrigan who had swiftly turned around as Asha descended the steps, drinking from a full glass of wine. She spotted many nobles and dignitaries from other nations, and spotting Philippe de Montsimmard in the crowd, she frowned slightly. Anyone who had a brain knew that he was a staunch supporter of Gaspard, and was no doubt still reeling from his execution. Although, Empress Celene was required to invite him, for not doing so would send a message to all of Orlais. And of course, he attended, for if he did not come it would send the same message. Ah, politics. The announcer smiled at her and shouted in a booming voice, Announcing the arrival of Lady Josephine Cherette Montilyet, Antivan Ambassador to Orlais, former Ambassador of the Inquisition, and the head of the Montilyet family. Josephine pursed her lips at him and whispered as she descended. "All those titles are rather unnecessary."

Reaching the bottom step, she blended herself into the crowd, keeping an eye on Asha as she mingled with some of the other guests. Morrigan was whispering into the Empress's ear, and Josephine could only wonder what sort of information she was sharing with her, considering how annoyed Briala looked to be left out of the loop. She chuckled softly to herself, already reveling in the game of the evening. A servant passed and she plucked a glass of champagne off their silver tray, taking a small sip as she walked through the crowd, greeting other nobles and exchanging pleasantries. She was halfway past the dance floor when a hand lightly touched her shoulder from behind. Hearing a man's voice, she slowly turned around, a pleasant formal smile on her lips. "May I have this dance, Lady Montilyet?"

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Laurien hated events such as these; but they did provide useful he couldn’t deny that. Not even five minutes after his arrival his eye was already caught by the lady Inquisitior, Asharen Lavellan. He also spotted Phillippe De Montsimmard- a very powerful ally if Laurien could ever get his hands on him. As Laurien approached the dance floor, the announcer’s voice began to speak over the crowd. ”Announcing the arrival of Lord-“ but was quickly silenced as Laurien held up his hand in protest. ”My arrival is not important enough to announce,” he said, throwing a few coins in the man’s hand in hopes of silencing the idiotic announcing. Laurien did not hold title in Orlais so there was no point for him to be announced as such. He just simply rolled his eyes as he descended the staircase towards the dance floor. “Lord Laurien Bruno Niccolo Gualtieri Montilyet” was a mouthful on its own- forming the sentence “Announcing the arrival of Lord Laurien Bruno Niccolo Gualtieri Montilyet of Antiva, son of Yves Montilyet" would have been an even bigger mouthful.

Luckily, Laurien was still using his persona- appearing tonight as the head of the Montilyet charter ships, Captain Bicençio De La Parra; but tonight he wasn’t necessarily using his magic to skew his appearance. Hardly anyone in Orlais knew what the eldest Montilyet son looked like due to the family’s exile from the country- which was a blessing because having to use that much mana, especially for such a long period of time, would almost kill Laurien. The silver mask that adorned his face hid enough of his features so he wouldn’t be easily recognized if he was near someone he knew- and the silver tone matched nicely against his tanned skin. As brown eyes scanned the crowd, a familiar name echoed against his ears. ” Announcing the arrival of Lady Josephine Cherette Montilyet, Antivan Ambassador to Orlais, former Ambassador of the Inquisition, and the head of the Montilyet family.”

His jaw clenched at the phrase “head of the Montilyet family”, and his gaze turned cold as he focused on his eldest sister. So she was here after all? A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he blended in with the crowd as she made her way past him- she didn’t recognize him, good. Running his fingers against his dark hair- which was currently pulled back in a neat ponytail, he followed closely behind her, keeping enough distance so she wouldn’t sense his presence but close enough to make sure he didn’t lose her in the crowd.

He watched her grab a flute of champagne from one of the servants, and he was tempted to grab one himself before the servant changed course and veered away from him. Bastard. Finally growing bored with his hunt, he picked up speed as he was now easily standing behind his sister. His hand lightly touched her shoulder to get her attention. ”May I have this dance, Lady Montilyet?” he asked in the sweetest tone he could muster- a devious smirk on his coy lips as she turned towards him. ”Hello Sister,” he said smugly as he held out his hand to her.

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Maybe this wasn’t the best idea? It wasn’t that she didn’t like being around people, that she didn’t mind but rather such a large social event just seemed… like a disaster waiting to happen? She couldn’t explain it but Jade had a bad feeling about this night. Perhaps it was more nerves than anything else, as a Trevelyan, she was used to large gatherings as a child but since her displacement due to her mage status, she had either been in a rural area or locked away in a circle tower. She hadn’t been in this sort of setting in a long while and she was more than a little on edge.

She never would have considered coming along had it not been for the fact that Cullen had invited her. It had been a bit of a surprise since she was not entirely sure what existed between herself and the handsome Elder but she was flattered just the same. She had found his awkwardness adorable when she had questioned his invitation, innocently of course, and prodded as to whether she was considered his ‘date’ or not to which he went rather red and was unable to answer. She decided not to tease him further about it, simply went out and found herself a dress that would hopefully be appropriate for the masquerade.

Despite her nerves, she couldn’t deny that she was excited to be going to the Masquerade with Cullen, she was an accomplished dancer but she hadn’t done it in a formal dance for so long, she wondered if she would be rusty. Maker, she hoped she didn’t end up falling flat on her face, that would be so embarrassing!

Adjusting the mask on her face, she took a deep breath before resting her hand on Cullen’s arm, giving him a somewhat nervous smile as they stepped forward to be announced. She may not be high nobility but she was still a lady and Cullen was still a former Commander of the Inquisition and Knight-Commander as well. “Announcing, Lady Jade Trevelyan, accompanied by Ser Cullen Rutherford, former Knight-Captain and Commander of the Inquisition forces.”

He wasn’t here…

Jade knew that he wasn’t there and yet her gaze seems to skim over the crowd as though expecting him to jump out at any time and expose her secret. She had a good thing going here and she didn’t want the bastard to ruin her happiness once again. Knowing Cullen’s feelings towards mages as a whole and everyone’s views on blood mages, she kept her mouth shut for fear of being ousted or even killed. It was no way to live but Jade didn’t want to go on the run again, she didn’t want to have to leave Cullen. It had been a few months but she had begun to feel something towards the man, she had no way of knowing if the feeling was returned but she didn’t want to take any chances.

“Thank you for inviting me.” She finally spoke once they made it into the grand ballroom. “I haven’t been around such grandeur in a long time but I am glad to have not missed this.”

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She stood amongst the partygoers, a slimmer of a grimace dancing upon her lips as others pranced around her in a like fashion, laughing and making toasts in their inner circles. It was a ball unlike any other, the Orlesian palace it seemed had gone far above its expectations, creating a simply lively environment for all to enjoy, though a party such as this had never been Cassandra’s style. She’d regretfully put on a dress that clung to her figure in all the wrong ways, perhaps she should’ve just settled for her usual attire, yet she had tried.

Though, she supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Most of the attendees offered a polite greeting before going on their merry way, never really staying to have a chat, which Cassandra was in no way complaining about. She made small talk when she needed, said the right things in the right places and always held her tongue whenever something seemed to bother her, though other than that, she preferred to isolate herself and look among the others silently. She sipped occasionally at a glass of champagne, the mask that she’d acquired seemingly glued to her face in an uncomfortable form, but she only ignored it, figuring it would be easier to get through the night without fighting every single detail.

She’d politely said hello to her fellow members of the Order, Josephine, Asha, Nymira and she would make herself known to whoever else would decide to show during the night. Setting her glass down, she walked swiftly through the crowd until she reached one of the many balconies within the palace. Cassandra let out a sigh as she leant against the railing, thankful to be away from the atmosphere for even a little while. Parties had never been her cup of tea and she knew nothing would’ve changed within the years, yet despite that she was still expected to show.

Within the next few moments, she stood herself upright and prepared to go back inside, stepping through the doors just as she was called over by a few new guests of the night.

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He was doing it, he was actually going to another ball! As if the last one wasn't bad enough. As he recalled the last time he went, he had been cornered by both men and women who had requested that he dance (which he had refused several times over) Not only that he had lost count of how many times he had been grouped. He had hoped to miss this one out, but the others had insisted that he come. As was his 'duty' as a former member of the Inquisition. So, if that was the case what little choice did he have? On the plus side, he didn't have to go through it alone. No, he had rather awkwardly asked Jade to attend with him. To which she had weaseled in the subject of it being a possible date. Maker! What was he getting himself into?

Of course, he had been rather pleased, to say the least that Jade had actually accepted his invitation. At least this way he wouldn't have to settle for being the lone individual lingering in the corner. The idea that she had.. considered this a date... was not lost upon him. Oddly enough though, he didn't actually seem to mind the principle. It was a.. refreshing change. With Jade's arm looped through his own, he sucked in a breath. Why were Orlesians so keen on their grand entrances? as the doors opened, the pair slowly headed down the stairs (if only to avoid some embarrassing fall no doubt) As they were announced he lowered his voice so that she could hear him. "Your welcome I think. Trust me, I'm not one for balls myself. Far too many people.." he admitted with a low, almost nervous chuckle.

As they reached the Duchess, Cullen bowed respectfully. He couldn't deny the fact he heard many whispers as they passed. Some of which remembered him from the last gathering. He also heard further whispers. A Templar escorting a mage? It was unheard of. He had wished to correct the many whispers. He wasn't a Templar! Not anymore. In defense, Cullen automatically tightened his hand on Jade's own as they continued to walk arm in arm. Leaving the grandeur of the entrance Cullen eventually came to a stop off to the side, where various other guests waited. Releasing his hold of Jade's arm he let out a breath - one he had unknowingly been holding- "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm pleased enough I didn't outright fall over." he chuckled nervously.

With a small smile, he stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck he spoke. "You- You look... great by the way. I mean.. Maker.." He sighed, why was he so bad at this. "I mean, what I meant to say is.. you look beautiful." Another exhale of air, he was relieved enough he had managed to speak cohearently. Great going Cullen, you just continue to dig yourself that hole. Maybe the ground would be nice enough to swallow you up. He thought fiercely. Just then movement caught his eye, and he recognized the figure that had re-emerged. "Cassandra! Hah..fancy seeing you here.. he spoke towards her. If only slightly pleased for the welcomed distraction. Should he continue to dig himself into the dark pit of embrassement...

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Short; she was so damn short compared to almost every other guest at this party. The mask she wore on her face was made of bronze, paired with a simply black gown that itched underneath. It reminded Orla of when she had to wear these awful gowns back in Orzammar - the uncomfortable layers and rigidity of the fabric that allowed her to 'look more like a lady' according to the standards of society. She had come alone, which only caused her to look even more awkward, considering how much these people towered over here. It was an honor in itself to be invited as a dwarf, and naturally the Empress had seen fit to include her because not only was she the daughter of the former King of Orzammar, still holding the name of Aeducan, but she was also a seasoned Warden, and certain Wardens had also been invited to the festivities tonight, as a show of good faith to the work they did after the disaster that happened with Clarel.

Tugging on the skirts surrounding her small form, she surveyed the party guests, noting that she did not see another dwarf anywhere in the immediate vicinity. There were humans naturally, some elves with their long lithe bodies, and of course, the Qunari, towering over everyone in their massive statures. Orla sighed, blowing her curls out of her face as she waved the announcer away, not wanting her arrival to be documented for all to hear. It would just be an excuse for everyone to stare at the exiled princess, a dwarf masquerading in gowns as she attempted to blend into society. Tonight would be awkward, especially considering she did not exactly know anyone here. Briefly, she wondered if Velkin would be attending, and hoped that he would, just so that she could have another friend wandering around, and possibly even someone to dance with who was actually around her height. It was always awkward dancing with someone much taller than you when you were a dwarf, even more so if you were a male dwarf dancing with a taller woman.

Wandering over to a corner, she accepted a glass of champagne, sipping at it daintily as her eyes roved the crowd, searching for anyone that might be a familiar or friendly face, because now she was starting to doubt her decision in attending this crazy party.

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In my arms lies eternity

Orlais, it was only Varalans second time in the borders of the country. His first time was in combat with the Inquisition. This time he was there in a much different capacity although he had heard these balls were a battle of another sort for many Orlesians. He never cared too much for the ideals of politics since his days in the alienage. As he has grown older and dealt with rulers of many rankings he has grown a respect and better understanding for the art however.

Speaking of the alienage Tabris was amazed he was at the Winter Palace rubbing elbows with most important of Orlais and dare he say even Thedas. He was just some kid from a alienage but yet here he was. The amazement washed over him. He looked around before he entered the main area at all the extravagant outfits everyone was in. Half of the outfits cost more than most of the alienage he would wager.

"Introducing the Grey Warden Constable of Ferelden Varalan Tabris. " It felt weird to be announced as such as he walked down. He was invited from Asharen along with many of the others of the Order. He looked around for them. With each step he seemingly found one or another. Cullen was there as was Josephine and even Nymira. Then the warden was looking near the bottom step his eyes came across Asharen.

The former Inquisitor was looking absolutely stunning. He completely forgot his out of place feelings when he saw her. All thoughts of the alienage and Vaughn forgotten.Walking towards her he absentmindedly nodded and briefly greeted people along the way. The extravagance of the palace, of the clothing all of it became as mundane as the Redcliffe farms compared to her.

Before he knew it he was next to her. " Ah, greetings Lady Lavellan. May I ask you to dance with me? " He asked her with a kindly smile on his face. What did he just do? Tabris was not thinking, it was just instinct and now he was afraid. It was her, everyone would be watching, he was so stupid for talking before he thought. It could be a pleasant experience though now that he thought about it. The words already came out of his mouth though and it was too late to change it. Might as well own up to it.

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Asharen’s eyes connected with Morrigan for a moment, and she could see the woman studying her- a slight feeling of fear made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, as if the raven-haired woman knew of Asha’s current predicament. She would have to speak with the woman at some point tonight- get a feel for any ulterior motives the woman may have. Seeing more familiar faces in Nym, Cassandra, Cullen with his date Jade- the two Asha thought made an adorable couple and she was honestly jealous that she didn’t get to play a part in the matchmaking.

There were also many unfamiliar faces here as well- but of course that was to be expected since the Empress damn near invited every socialite in Orlais to such an event. Her eyes now met the sight of Josie dancing with an unknown man that looked to be from Antiva- her brow raised as she noticed similarities in their features even with his face hidden under the mask. She made a mental note to talk to Josephine after she was done greeting the common nobles.

Her attention was turned away from the familiarity as someone brushed past her- but before she could say anything to the offender she was alone in the sea of nobles. A sense of familiarity tingled on her senses- as if she knew the unknown presence. But, she didn’t have to dwell on such thoughts for long before another presence stood beside her. ”Ah, greetings Lady Lavellan. May I ask you to dance with me?” her breath caught in her chest as she looked up at the Warden Constable, a light blush on her face as a bright smile pursed her lips. She was glad for the familiarity of the man before her- and he was a welcome distraction.

Excusing herself from the nobles that now flocked around her, their mouths spouting praise and adoration as if she were some sort of god to them. ”Tabris you could not have come to save me soon enough,” she said, taking his arm in hers as the couple walked to the dance floor. ”I do have to apologize though, my dancing has become a little sloppy due to y’know,” she said, tilting her head down towards her shoulder in reference to the stub where her arm used to be. Bria could have granted her an arm for the night- the goddess commenting that it would help her dancing tremendously; but, Asha felt that the sudden appearance of an arm would definitely raise questions- and she had enough attention on her tonight as is.

Doing her best to keep rhythm and balance as the two danced, the smile on her face only grew wider. ”You are a quite proficient dancer, Constable,” she complimented, teasing him with his title- the teasing of titles being a staple in their relationship, she twirled under his arm before returning to him, her hand never leaving his while his other hand returned to its place against her hip. ”I don’t mean to sound rude, but I am quite impressed at your skill. I didn’t think the Wardens attended many balls?” she mused lightly, having heard the distaste of such events from Nymira- Asha could only assume that it wasn’t a norm for Wardens to attend such events.

As the two danced and continued to make light conversation, she couldn’t help but feel eyes resting on them, burning against her skin. She didn’t linger on such thoughts for long as she was enjoying the company she was now in.

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This was the most disgusting spectacle of wealth Sariel had ever seen. He did not want to be here - in fact, this was the last place he would ever be seen, considering that every single servant in this place was an Elf, and he was positive that at least ninety percent, if not all of the guests had elven slaves, of course discounting the few elves that had actually received invitations, such as the Herald of Andraste, but she seemed more human to him than elf at this point, canoodling with the species that had wiped their history from the world. But, he had not had a choice. Kasiara had somehow roped him into becoming an agent of Fen'Harel, the elf god who wanted to restore the world to its former glory, which basically meant giving it back to the People, the rightful owners of the land. He definitely believed in the cause, but because of Fen'Harel's reputation, he could not exactly show up at an event as important as this, and he needed eyes and ears at the proceedings. Nolora had also joined Fen'Harel, and she was no doubt lingering somewhere as well, probably as uncomfortable as he was. It had to be done though - they had a purpose, and they were going to ensure that nothing at this party was left unheard.

They had split up at first to draw any lingering suspicion away from them, for all of them were elves and they stood out like sore thumbs with their pointed ears. Sariel was dressed in an all black formal outfit, with daggers hidden beneath the folds of the coat since he could not have very well stormed in here with his bow and arrow. He had a simple black mask on his face, but his hair remained tousled, as he was not going to pretend he was anything but Dalish. Kasiara and Nolora were somewhere in the crowd, and he also knew that Kasiara had seemed less than pleased when she had met Nolora, although he could not fathom why. He had just met the woman; she had saved his life, but he still loved Kasiara. He did not think there would ever be a time that he didn't. Sariel walked through the crowds, listening to the whispers of the nobles. They had been prepped before arriving at the ball, and he knew that the Orlesians were famous for their Grand Game, delving in secrets and riddles, dancing through conversations as they aimed to get whatever it was they desired. It was gross, but he had to endure it for the night, and then he could get back to what he was good at - tracking now humans who were wronging his kind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a woman and a man off to the side of the dance floor, practically making out. He scowled - what a vulgar display of affection. But something seemed off when the two suddenly disappeared from the floor, weaving in and out of the crowd and into the vestibule. He supposed they were simply trying to find a place more private, but when the woman had opened her eyes briefly, he could have sworn he saw them flash a different color. Spotting Kasiara, he began to make his way toward her, his body rigid as he fought to keep from touching anyone that he passed, which was difficult considering it was a sea of bodies in this place. He stopped at her side but did not look at her, for naturally they had all snuck into this place uninvited. Which had not been hard - the guards were too relaxed, no doubt enjoying the liquor themselves. "Anything interesting, Kasiara?" He glared at her with a pointed look before surveying the dance floor again, his eyes scanning the room to find Nolora, the little elf mage who was no doubt suffering from being in a room with so many humans.

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Kasiara hated such a farce, she hated it immensely. The dresses made her itchy, the conversation was less than pleasant- less than being an understatement, and she hated the affair in general. She didn’t understand why she was asked to be here- but both the Fen’Harel and Asharen insisted that she be there- the Wolf wanted her to keep watch over Asharen, make sure no harm came to her; and Asharen wanted her to keep an eye out for any possible attacks. Apparently it seemed like attacks during such events were ordinary. Oh how Kasi could never understand the affairs of humans.

Kasi had come in a group with Sariel and Nolora- an elven mage that Sariel recruited as an agent. For some reason Kasi did not like Nolora, she didn’t know if it were jealousy from seeing the way Nolora looked at him- and how Sariel looked at her- or if there was something deeper. But, Kasi didn’t dwell on such thoughts; she had to put on a smiling face for tonight since Shae was to accompany her later. Finding a mirror, Kasiara surveyed her appearance. Ball gowns were never her expertise- she never knew what to wear, how to wear it. So, Kasi just settled for a pair of black leggings under a white tunic and a black cloak with a decorative silver trim; an equally black and silver mask adorning her face. The color scheme worked with her pale features- complimenting the paleness of her skin and her light blond hair perfectly.

Suddenly, Sariel was beside her- not looking at her to not cause suspicion. ”Anything interesting, Kasiara?” he asked, glaring before surveying the dance floor, as if he were searching for someone. ”Looking for Nolora?” she asked, venom in her voice as her eyes fixed on Shae for a moment, a smile on her face as her heart filled with joy. Finally she arrived. Before speaking she fixed her eyes on Asharen, dancing with a Tabris elf that the Wolf informed her was also one of these Pantheon gods. All of this was almost too much for her to handle at times. ”I haven’t sensed anything yet, but we’ll see what happens before the night is over,” she spoke softly, before leaning back and kissing him tenderly on the cheek, ”Try not to get yourself into trouble Sar, if not for your sake, for mine.”

She left his side at this point and found herself beside Shae- wrapping an arm around the woman’s waist, which caused a reaction of the girl squealing and wrapping her arms around the taller woman- scolding her for not wearing something more flattering than her current garb. The woman before her was wearing a beautiful silver dress that accentuated her features well and the silver mask she wore had black accents- one that complimented her own mask well.

The Inquisitor, having finished her dance with Tabris, now joined her- eager to be introduced to Kasiara’s partner. A feigned smile pursed the blond elf’s lips as she wrapped an arm around Shae’s shoulder, proudly introducing her as Shaewyn, which Shae eagerly added “her life partner” to the sentence. Glancing towards Sariel, but not turning her head towards him, her blue eyes filled with sorrow. She didn’t want him to find out this way. She mouthed “I’m sorry, I love you” to him before turning her attention back towards the Inquisitor as Shae began to babble to the fellow elf- obviously awestruck by Asharen’s presence.

Kasiara put on a feigned looked of happiness on her face, even though at this moment she wanted to break. She could already tell that by the end of her life, she was going to end up alone- and she couldn’t end up alone. Not now. She hadn’t bled in two moons- and the healer she visited confirmed it: she was carrying Sariel’s child- being he was the only man she had ever slept with. And now, she knew that she couldn’t take any unnecessary risks- but at the same time, she knew that if such a pregnancy came to light, she would lose both Shaewyn and Sariel. And that was something she knew no matter how much she thought about it, anxious in her mind, it wouldn’t prepare her for when such events actually came to light.

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