Raphael wasn’t sure how he felt about being back in Orlais at the moment, where he had yet to decide if he would be taking over as Baron for his mother of Val Colline. However, their family, not counting his asshole step-father, were relatively close to the Beauvais family, and at the moment he was the only one in a position to attend the wedding and offer them their congratulations.
This time, returning to Orlais, had been far easier than their exodus all those months ago when they fled to Ferelden on a flock of Griffons. No, this time there was the Eluvian network and since both Val Royeaux and Amaranthine had one, well it was easy peasy.
Raphael definitely felt out of place at the ceremony. He’d opted to sit off by himself. Sure he had recognised a few faces, but it was months since he’d last seen anyone, and he wasn’t in the mood for questions about where he’d run off to.
He didn’t know Lucien and Maeve all that well, personally, only enough for the Arlange family to be invited. He’d felt silly going through the reception line, muttered something about congratulations and some small talk about the blight finally being over and then decided to find some corner of the reception where he could be alone.
He’d decided to bring Rory with him, he hadn’t had Rory long since rescuing her and didn’t want Alyvia or Ragnar to have to deal with the dog’s separation anxiety. He’d paid a servant of the Beauvais house to help look after Rory. Now that he was at the reception he decided it was time to check on Rory.
He slipped a few pieces of meat into a napkin, looking around wondering if anyone noticed, and then went to try and find the kitchens. When he’d first run into the servant, it had been at the wedding venue and he hadn’t thought about asking where the kitchens were when they said that’s where they would be during the reception.
He slipped away from the crowd and made his way towards what he assumed were the kitchens? Was he sure, no, did he want to ask someone, also no. While walking he tripped over air, because that’s just what he did sometimes, and dropped the napkin he was carrying with the scraps of food for Rory. He muttered some curses under his breath and bent down to pick everything up.
This time, returning to Orlais, had been far easier than their exodus all those months ago when they fled to Ferelden on a flock of Griffons. No, this time there was the Eluvian network and since both Val Royeaux and Amaranthine had one, well it was easy peasy.
Raphael definitely felt out of place at the ceremony. He’d opted to sit off by himself. Sure he had recognised a few faces, but it was months since he’d last seen anyone, and he wasn’t in the mood for questions about where he’d run off to.
He didn’t know Lucien and Maeve all that well, personally, only enough for the Arlange family to be invited. He’d felt silly going through the reception line, muttered something about congratulations and some small talk about the blight finally being over and then decided to find some corner of the reception where he could be alone.
He’d decided to bring Rory with him, he hadn’t had Rory long since rescuing her and didn’t want Alyvia or Ragnar to have to deal with the dog’s separation anxiety. He’d paid a servant of the Beauvais house to help look after Rory. Now that he was at the reception he decided it was time to check on Rory.
He slipped a few pieces of meat into a napkin, looking around wondering if anyone noticed, and then went to try and find the kitchens. When he’d first run into the servant, it had been at the wedding venue and he hadn’t thought about asking where the kitchens were when they said that’s where they would be during the reception.
He slipped away from the crowd and made his way towards what he assumed were the kitchens? Was he sure, no, did he want to ask someone, also no. While walking he tripped over air, because that’s just what he did sometimes, and dropped the napkin he was carrying with the scraps of food for Rory. He muttered some curses under his breath and bent down to pick everything up.
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