Tevinter was far different from the dull whims of its neighbours' courts.
It wasn’t quite what she had expected either, the ‘Eye’s,’ drawing a lingering glance when one drew nearby, the curiosity garnered from the Archon’s obsession with cat’s. Why, so many? Her visit would make for an interesting letter when she made time to inform her brothers.
Enzino had too many things to deal with, Alonzo, useless here, likely to end up dead in this place, or worse, a hostage. So it had fallen to her to represent Antiva at this Ball. The Princess was not concerned, her magic had fully returned and she was not wholly alone, attending with Rene and Ophelia, two academics with ties to powerful noble houses. Still, she preferred to find her own entertainment, striking out along the ballroom alone much like her father would have. Adaria had dressed for battle, though the field was of luxury fabrics and finite details of embroidery and beading. She’d even ordered her gold circlet to be brought from the vaults back home to grace her head.
Some diplomats were known to her, if not personally then by reputation, but she was not here to swap stale gossip of her mother’s passing. She’d pause, exchange some pleasantries and then leave when polite. It was going well until her casual wanderings had her cornered by an overly forward Tevene, unaware of who she was. Her Grandmother would have praised her restraint at not turning his mind instantly to scrambled eggs. He continued to make a fool of himself, then queried on how she could afford such a dress the suggestive rise and fall of his brows allowing for no doubt on his meaning.
A blink and the dark rim of her eyes glowed indignantly, jaw clenching before she scoffed. Her mind reeled between teaching this runt some manners with a verbal lashing, or…
Her mind reached out, not distressed, but her offence at her situation carrying through. Someone. Anyone. Come retire this drunk before I am forced to scramble his mind. Then blinking, her eyes cast down on the man attempting to take her arm, his other snaking around her waist to force her away from the party. The utter gall of this man.
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It wasn’t quite what she had expected either, the ‘Eye’s,’ drawing a lingering glance when one drew nearby, the curiosity garnered from the Archon’s obsession with cat’s. Why, so many? Her visit would make for an interesting letter when she made time to inform her brothers.
Enzino had too many things to deal with, Alonzo, useless here, likely to end up dead in this place, or worse, a hostage. So it had fallen to her to represent Antiva at this Ball. The Princess was not concerned, her magic had fully returned and she was not wholly alone, attending with Rene and Ophelia, two academics with ties to powerful noble houses. Still, she preferred to find her own entertainment, striking out along the ballroom alone much like her father would have. Adaria had dressed for battle, though the field was of luxury fabrics and finite details of embroidery and beading. She’d even ordered her gold circlet to be brought from the vaults back home to grace her head.
Some diplomats were known to her, if not personally then by reputation, but she was not here to swap stale gossip of her mother’s passing. She’d pause, exchange some pleasantries and then leave when polite. It was going well until her casual wanderings had her cornered by an overly forward Tevene, unaware of who she was. Her Grandmother would have praised her restraint at not turning his mind instantly to scrambled eggs. He continued to make a fool of himself, then queried on how she could afford such a dress the suggestive rise and fall of his brows allowing for no doubt on his meaning.
A blink and the dark rim of her eyes glowed indignantly, jaw clenching before she scoffed. Her mind reeled between teaching this runt some manners with a verbal lashing, or…
Her mind reached out, not distressed, but her offence at her situation carrying through. Someone. Anyone. Come retire this drunk before I am forced to scramble his mind. Then blinking, her eyes cast down on the man attempting to take her arm, his other snaking around her waist to force her away from the party. The utter gall of this man.
Unhand me, or I will be vivisecting you here and now.
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