Rene had protested, but there was little he could do. He was neither her guardian nor held the rank to challenge her authority over her comings and goings. It was adorable how he fretted, the Princess finding some amusement in his overprotectiveness, or fear of her aunt’s wrath should anything happen to her on the outing.
Adaria had no concerns, at least no unusual ones. It would be entirely foolish to make an enemy of another nation with their emergence from the barrier so recent. From what she had so far seen, Tevinter had locked down any form of dissent with their ruthless and prolific Eyes hidden in plain sight. It almost reminded her of home though the eyes of the Crows were far easier to spot than this foreign land. Adaria had experience of other places, but Tevinter had always held close its mysteries.
As she waited for the carriage sent the young woman's mind wandered, reminiscing of her first twilight venture out of the Palace, following after her Father to his favourite haunt. She’d hid in the shadows and avoided trouble until it inevitably found her. Francesco was neither furious nor overly concerned when discovering his tagalong, she had the means to look after herself, but Tevinter was not Antiva, there were no familiar Crows to watch her back.
Fortunately, she had arranged a suitable chaperone, using the time in between their meeting to do some research on her guide for the day ahead. Her Father’s spirit could rest assured she was not taking this outing lightly, preparing herself accordingly. The minds of servants had been easy to infiltrate, gently probed towards what knowledge they had on the once grand Pavus household. The fall from grace was nothing unusual, houses rose and fell with the seasons and whims of their rulers and while other Tevene may now call them pariah’s, the Campana’s always had a soft spot for the underdogs. He’d come to her rescue and offered a day of entertainment before returning to the dull, flaccid excuse for fun Orlais had to offer. Tipping his standing up a degree by accompanying him was an appropriate way to thank him.
A servant fussing at the ties to her outer robe brought her attention quickly back, the wordless command given to Stop. Immediately. rolled out of her mind on instinct. The young girl froze, righted herself almost mechanically, like an automoton and stepped away. Releasing her, Adaria stared coldly.
Taking a breath she studied the reflection, the corners of her mouth curling with impish glee while she stared at herself apologetically.
@Enzo Pavus
Adaria had no concerns, at least no unusual ones. It would be entirely foolish to make an enemy of another nation with their emergence from the barrier so recent. From what she had so far seen, Tevinter had locked down any form of dissent with their ruthless and prolific Eyes hidden in plain sight. It almost reminded her of home though the eyes of the Crows were far easier to spot than this foreign land. Adaria had experience of other places, but Tevinter had always held close its mysteries.
As she waited for the carriage sent the young woman's mind wandered, reminiscing of her first twilight venture out of the Palace, following after her Father to his favourite haunt. She’d hid in the shadows and avoided trouble until it inevitably found her. Francesco was neither furious nor overly concerned when discovering his tagalong, she had the means to look after herself, but Tevinter was not Antiva, there were no familiar Crows to watch her back.
Fortunately, she had arranged a suitable chaperone, using the time in between their meeting to do some research on her guide for the day ahead. Her Father’s spirit could rest assured she was not taking this outing lightly, preparing herself accordingly. The minds of servants had been easy to infiltrate, gently probed towards what knowledge they had on the once grand Pavus household. The fall from grace was nothing unusual, houses rose and fell with the seasons and whims of their rulers and while other Tevene may now call them pariah’s, the Campana’s always had a soft spot for the underdogs. He’d come to her rescue and offered a day of entertainment before returning to the dull, flaccid excuse for fun Orlais had to offer. Tipping his standing up a degree by accompanying him was an appropriate way to thank him.
A servant fussing at the ties to her outer robe brought her attention quickly back, the wordless command given to Stop. Immediately. rolled out of her mind on instinct. The young girl froze, righted herself almost mechanically, like an automoton and stepped away. Releasing her, Adaria stared coldly.
Do not touch me unless I ask it, what is wrong with you? Now, go and see if Lord Pavus has arrived, I’ll be in the parlour shortly.The smile flashed was not sincere, but neither did she care for the temporary maid's feelings, feigning interest in fixing the stray wisps of her hair in the mirror until the maid left.
Taking a breath she studied the reflection, the corners of her mouth curling with impish glee while she stared at herself apologetically.
I can’t promise I won’t be reckless, but I promise not to die. Too many things to do, Father, but I know you’re jealous.Chuckling, she’d make her way out towards the parlour, ready for a night of new experiences.
@Enzo Pavus
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