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Oh Hawke was no fun! Sure, maybe Isabela would have more fun than she should, but that was no reason to stick her with Choir Boy here. Whenever a masked man came to offer her a dance or a drink, Sebastian would preach at them. He himself wore his usual armor and held a pure white bow. His mask was like most; traditional. It was white lined with a very bright light blue. It made his eyes look stunning and his hair almost sexy. If she knew he wasn't chastened.

A man with a large nosed mask came toward her, obviously a snob. But as she looked at his heavy sack of gold on his hip, she thought she could make nice with a little sweet talk. He was rather short, with a pompous white wig on his greasy looking head. His chin had two or three rolls of fat under it, making her cringe inwardly. The mask had a long bird nose, but it itself was a pure white, like Sebastian's. Making his skin look a sick pinkish red. Sweat was beading on his forehead. His suit was a deep red with white frills. She half wondered how much fabric was needed to cover this chubby man. She offered a sweet smile and gave a curtsey as he waddled into her presence. He nodded his head and Isabela's growing disgust for this man deepened. This fat smug bastard.

"Ah, My Lady," he offered a plump gloved hand to her. "It must surely be you who has kept Kirkwall so safe these few years. Oh how your beauty exceeds that which your mask can contain!" his beady pig eyes weren't looking at her mask, but rather her bosom. Isabela took his hand and resisted the urge to snap it.

"Oh Noble Ser," Isabela began dramatically, making Sebastian notice the two and pay close attention. "How flattered I am to be complemented and recognized in this crowd of people." She gestured to the mass of bodies Hawke had assembled. She coated her voice in honey, making it sound as if she had been waiting for this particular man to notice her. He ate it up.

"Why of course! One cannot easily mistake the Viscount of Kirkwall for any of these other women." He gave a sharp breath, as if these other women were common whores. Isabela had to smile, he wasn't far off.

"Milady, would you care to dance with me?"

"Why, I would be honored to dance with someone as upstanding as yourself."

"If I may," interjected Sebastian. He trusted Isabela, but he wasn't comfortable with whatever game she might be playing. "I believe we are expected elsewhere…" The Noble's face got a deep red, matching his overcoat.

"You little worm," He spat. "You dare interrupt my courting? What right have you to tell the most powerful woman in Kirkwall what to do and when to do it?" Isabela snorted, but the man continued. "Chantry or not, you are no more important than a foot soldier, who are here to serve the Nobles. YOU serve ME, do you understand boy?"

Sebastian gave the man a cool stare before he answered. Isabela grinned, seeing the Starkhaven Prince come out of this good little Choir Boy. But she was quickly disappointed when he took a few deep breaths.

"Ser," He began, "I have every right. The Maker has given me a duty, and I respect it. I do serve the people of Kirkwall while I stay in the Chantry. But I serve the Maker above all else. You are the Maker's child, so I love you as I love every other creature."

"Bah!" He flung his hand as if he were telling a servant what he thought of his meal. "You are no concern of mine." He grabbed Isabela's arm and was apparently trying to storm off with her to go dance or whatever it is he wanted. Isabela yelped.

Sebastian didn't even let the man get two steps away before his iron grip was on the man's arm, the same wrapped around Isabela's wrist. He tightened it and glared at the man, daring him to attempt any notion at violence. "You will let go of the Lady and you will depart this party immediately. You are no longer welcome." His yelp made Sebastian let him go.

He released his hold on the pirate woman and leave in a huff, rubbing where Sebastian had touched him. Isabela stared at him wide eyed.

"Well," She laughed. "Congratulations Angel!"

He was confused. "For what am I being praised?"

"You finally grew some balls." She winked. Then she raised her left hand, which was holding a small purse of gold the noble had been carrying. "And for being a wonderful distraction." The man looked mortified at her.

"I helped you steal?" His accent was thick as he murmured prays of forgiveness to the Maker. He waited till the man was out of his sight before going to get something to eat.

Isabela smiled and looked around. By Merrill's section she saw a large mass of men who seemed shady. Two had rushed away, red faced. She smiled as Varric shooed away the rest. Merrill was alright. But she was enjoying corrupting the little prince, so she turned back.

The disgusting noble had returned with two other masked men about an hour later. She noticed they all had on the stupid looking bird mask. The plump man's was white, and the other two were black.

"Wasn't my friend clear?" She gave a tight smile but was getting annoyed. If only Hawke was known for violence! This wouldn't be such a pain in the ass to handle. "You are asked to leave."

"Ah, but if the Viscountess chooses me, he can't say a word." The man smiled under his mask and Isabela sensed a fight coming. He hadn't said anything about his stolen money though, so perhaps he hadn't noticed.

"But I'm asking you to leave." She struggled to be diplomatic like Hawke. "I do not welcome you here, and I will call the Guards to throw you out." She glanced at Sebastian, who was turning down a woman's offer at a glass of wine. Must be a sin to get hammered, she thought.

"Ah, but I don't need long," his face was still the pinkish red but the sweat had increased. Giving him an odor. "What will the public think if we have a love child, after all? You'll have to accept my proposal!" He laughed as the two men took her arms, also blocking Sebastian's line of sight of her. She sighed at the stupidity of men.

"Forgive me, Hawke." She said. She wrapped her legs around the two black masked men, knocking them off balance. "Sebastian!" She called. The prince was there in moments, knocking the two away from her. A brawl broke out and she knew she'd catch hell from Hawke about it. She kicked the fat Noble in the face, cracking his mask. It crumbled from his face and she saw a stranger. No one important, and no one memorable. Blood came out of his nose like water from a tab. His nose was bloated and round and greasy. It was a feature too large for his face, and she smashed it. He recoiled, holding it with both gloved hands and staining them an orange-red. His gloves now clashed with his red and gold suit and Isabela was glad. She had wanted to do that for a while. He screamed a slur of curse words at her as he fell flat on his back. She stood over him and smiled, gently removing her own mask. She bent over so he could see her clearly, and it dawned on him that she wasn't the viscount. Horror spread across his face as she drew out that honeyed tone she had used earlier.

"You aren't even good enough for Hawke to reject." She punched the side of his face, knocking him out.

As she turned back, she saw the two men were the same way, with Sebastian whipping dust off his arms. He looked at her and laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You couldn't help yourself, could you?" he chuckled, removing his own mask. The whole place was in chaos. People threw punches at each other and women all seemed to rush the door at once. Some screamed and some laughed. Isabela saw three men fly through the air away from Merrill and she joined the laughter.

"Hawke'll kill me for this, so let's live it up!" She giggled as she dragged the poor prince into the fray.

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There you go, Isabela's view. Next will be Aveline, then Merrill, then Hawke. All will be this same scene, but from different views. You'll see what I mean. ALSO, I'll still count it if I get a story alert AND NO REVIEW…..ya'll kill me ya know…. I wanna hear feedback! Or you'll make this be like my Valko story…discontinued until further notice…. Well, thank you for reading! Ja ne!