"Can you believe they let the rabbit in?" the heavy accent almost obscured the words enough for Losyre not to pick up on the two Orlesian nobles discussing her presence at the Conclave. They were standing on the other side of the table with the frilly cakes, very noticeably not looking directly at her. Losyre picked up the frilly cake she had been eyeing, before slowly turning to the nobles and looking directly at them, almost challenging them to repeat the insult, but the nobles kept their eyes on each other.

"Fenedhis lasa," Losyre muttered under her breath as she made her way to the other side of the room, hiding away in a quiet little corner. Losyre picked apart the frilly cake she had taken with her, chewing on it with little pleasure. Losyre would never understand why Keeper Deshanna insisted she would come here. Her clan, clan Lavellan, had more contact with humans than any other Dalish clan she knew of, Losyre felt this was because Keeper Deshanna hoped it would give clan Lavellan more influence, or at least keep them safer from human violence, but it infuriated Losyre this often meant biting their tongue around humans. Why would they bother with human nobility? What did this rebellion matter to them? Whether the mages or the Templars ever returned to serve the Chantry, how did that truly matter to their lives? Losyre had even heard rumours of a possible marriage between her and whatever human would be willing to take her, but surely Keeper Deshanna realised that while Losyre was willing to do a lot for the clan, being married off to the suitor best for clan Lavellan's power was not something she would consent to.

"I prefer the pink ones, but those are pretty good too," a woman's voice said. It took Losyre a while to realise the woman was talking to her.

Losyre looked up, and saw a young woman, a human woman. It was difficult to tell, but Losyre was fairly certain the woman had to be nobility, going by the dress she was wearing, she looked like she was from the Free Marches, like Losyre's clan. The woman looked nervous, fidgeting with the small pink cake she was holding in her hand.

"I suppose," Losyre said tentatively.

The woman looked relieved to hear Losyre finally answer her. "They all have names, you know, but I keep forgetting them."

Losyre nodded at the small pink cake, "that one is probably called the 'nougat nug' or something along those lines."

The woman laughed a little, clearly not picking up on the mockery in Losyre's voice. "I prefer that name to the actual one."

Losyre smiled accommodatingly.

The woman held out her hand. "I am Jane Trevelyan."

Losyre looked at the hand, trying to remember the exact ritual that went with it, tentatively she held out her own hand, Jane took it and shook it. "I'm Losyre," Losyre said when Jane wouldn't let go of her hand.

"Nice to meet you Losyre," Jane said, finally releasing Losyre's hand. Jane bit her lip. "Can I ask you something, Losyre?"

"I suppose."

"I was very surprised to see an elf here," Jane said.

"You mean in another capacity than servant?"

Jane's cheeks flushed red. "I–"

"I was sent here by my clan," Losyre said.

"Your clan?"

"Yes, I'm a Dalish elf," Losyre said with pride.

"I have heard of Dalish elves, I just… never met one."

"I am not surprised," Losyre said. Looking at Jane's face she felt slightly guilty. "Were you sent here by your family?"

Jane's face lit up at the question, likely she was thankful for Losyre extending her some kindness. "Yes, officially to represent our family, but…" Jane looked around the room as if she was expecting some spy to appear "can I tell you something?" Jane looked eager to continue, but she waited for Losyre to give her permission. "In truth they sent me here to find a husband, my mother would deny it of course, but that is why she sent me here," Jane gestured to her dress, "in this."

"I see," Losyre said, unsure why Jane would confide in her.

Jane looked around the room, her eyes came to rest on a group of nobles standing near them. Despite Jane's seemingly slightly naïve personality, Losyre could see Jane had in fact noticed the way the nobles were looking at them, or the way they were looking at Losyre to be precise. "Losyre, would you like to escape this place for a little while?" Jane asked, her eyes still on the nobles, then turning her eyes to Losyre, she said, "It will be some time before the negotiations begin, and I would rather wait in the fresh air than in here."

Losyre glanced at the nobles and smiled a little, "I agree."

They left the Temple and found a small patch of green among the snow. Both Losyre and Jane ate the tiny cakes they had brought with them, and slowly a kind of kinship grew between them, commiserating in their displeasure at being at the Conclave, and carrying the burden of doing what you had to for your family.

Losyre and Jane watched as more and more people arrived, many of them nobles, complaining loudly about having to walk the last part to the Temple. Losyre watched the elven servants arriving with them, they all looked at her, perhaps seeking out some kind of kinship, until they spotted her vallaslin.

"I never noticed how many elven servants there are," Jane said, looking at the steady stream of nobles. "Look, there is another one," Jane said.

Losyre did not look, at first, because she assumed Jane had been pointing at the same servants she was already watching, but then she noticed that Jane was in fact looking to some trees a little way away from them. Losyre looked as well, and then she saw him, an elf wearing a large cloak. The elf was taller than other elves, and he didn't bear the vallaslin, which normally meant he was a city elf, but something about the way he carried himself made Losyre reconsider. And curious.

Losyre got to her feet.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked.

"Just…" Losyre's voice trailed off as she couldn't help but wander over to the elf.

Jane quickly got up and followed her.

"Another elf!" Jane said enthusiastically, then, looking at the two elves, she realised she'd said something wrong and her face turned red again. "I just meant, I hadn't expected to see any elves here who, well, weren't here to…" her voice trailed off.

"I had not expected to see any free elves here either," the tall elf said. He studied Losyre's face. "You are Dalish," he said, there was a certain disdain to the way he said it.

"I am, yes," Losyre said, narrowing her eyes.

"Aren't you?" Jane asked.

"No, I am not," the elf answered tersely.

"But you're not a city elf," Losyre stated.

"No," he said, then looked at Losyre's clothing, she couldn't be dressed more Dalish if she tried and there was something about the way he looked at her that aggravated her.

"Did your clan sent you here?" the elf asked.

"Why?"

"I have encountered a few Dalish clans, none of them seemed to have an interest in the world beyond their own private rituals."

"We try to preserve the old ways of the elves," Losyre said defensively.

The elf scoffed, "then you are doing a poor job of it."

Jane seemed more uncomfortable with the tension between the two elves than either Losyre or the strange elf. "Maybe you could come with us inside? We should take a look, see what's happening, they might be starting…" Jane waited for a response, but the elves were too focused on each other. "Maybe you would like to watch together? Maybe it's nice watching it with one of your own people."

Their reactions came in chorus. "She is not one of my people." "He is not my people."

Losyre and the tall elf looked at each other, their eyes burning with a shared dislike.

"I think we should go inside," Jane said, and she gently tried to pull Losyre away with her. Reluctantly Losyre let her.

Losyre looked over her shoulder, the elf was still looking at them, but there was something in his expression had changed.

They reached the door, one of the smaller side doors into to the Temple's interior, when the elf suddenly called out to them. "I think it will be a while before it begins."

Losyre turned around, the elf had half followed them toward the temple. Losyre wasn't sure what he wanted to accomplish by the remark.

"You could stay outside, for a little while longer," the elf said.

"We probably could," Jane said.

"You want to stay outside?" Losyre asked.

"I'm not very comfortable around nobility, well, Orlesians anyway, neither are you I imagine."

Losyre pursed her lips, looking at the tall elf. But Jane was right, Losyre would infinitely prefer waiting out here over waiting in there. "All right, find a spot, and I'll go get some cakes and come back," Losyre said and she went inside the temple. She thought she heard the elf say something, just before she went through the door, but she hadn't understood him and she really wanted to get away from him, even if only for a little while. Hopefully by the time Losyre returned, the elf would have retreated back to the shadows.

The hallway Losyre ended up in was one she hadn't been in before. She felt slightly lost, but heard voices and knew following them would lead her to the main hall, and to the cakes. Even though the cakes had simply been an excuse to get away from the elf, Losyre felt she should at least bring some to hide that fact.

When Losyre finally got close enough to the voices to understand what they were saying, she realised she wasn't near the hall.

"Now is the hour of our victory," a deep male voice said.

"Why are you doing this? You of all people?" a female voice answered.

Losyre rushed forward.

"Keep the sacrifice still."

She reached two large wooden doors and heard someone call out for help. Losyre took out her daggers and pushed against the door with her shoulder.

The doors burst open and it took her a while to understand what she was seeing: a large, strange creature was holding an orb up, it was glowing and it seemed to imprison the woman she had heard calling out for help. The woman was suspended in air; the creature was performing some kind of ritual on her. Although Losyre did not recognise the woman, she could tell from her dress that it was the Andrastian Divine, the key player in the peace talks.

"What's going on here?" Losyre called out.

Both the creature and the Divine turned to look at her, then the Divine did something unexpected: she managed to free herself from whatever incantation held her suspended mid-air, and lashed out, knocking the orb out of the creature's hand. Before really considering the action, Losyre found herself racing forward, reaching out and grabbing the orb, snatching it away from the creature's grasping clutches.

Losyre immediately regretted her hasty actions; the second she touched the orb, pain shot through her arm like lightning, blinding pain winding around her arm, bringing her to her knees. Losyre screeched as the pain intensified, intense heat spreading through her veins and then…

BWOOOOM

The last thing Losyre saw was the orb exploding in her hand. And then she was lost in a white bright light.

Notes:

I planned this out, and I keep most of DA:I's events intact, but some might be combined together, so to better fit "Pride and Prejudice's" events.

This is also and AU where both Lavellan and Trevelyan survive the Conclave. (I always imagined all possible Inquisitors are at the Conclave, and you choosing who to play as decides who lives in the end.)

Some characters of "Pride and Prejudice" won't show up, or might be combined into one character.

(Also, for those wondering, yes the title is a reference to Jane Austen's original title for "Pride and Prejudice.")