A Birthday Bash

It was her first year in Ferelden, marked by her birthday. And she hadn't expected anything — but when Byron had sent her off for the day, the ladies maid had let slip; he was throwing them a ball. Them, she'd said. Her younger sister was being included, which meant @Adaria Campana was going to be in Ferelden for the evening, at the very least.

Franziska was late, waylaid by the maid. She'd rolled her eyes, as she entered from an upper level, to find her husband. You didn't have to do this, you know. Oh, but the level of extravagance was near to what her father would have done.

And she could appreciate that. But, whoever gave you tips on an Antivan vibe, she grinned, and bumped shoulders with the man, as she watched a violinist play. You did good.

@Byron Wulff