Prompt: I love a man in uniform
"I don't see why," Aidyn Tabris scowled as she paced, "Orlesian Wardens should dictate what Fereldan Wardens should wear."
"Well," Alistair's voice was muffled through the door to their open bedroom, "there are more of them..."
"My leathers were perfectly serviceable. The archdemon didn't complain about my not having a proper Grey Warden uniform."
"Your leathers are in shreds, my dear."
"Details." Aidyn shrugged. "Duncan didn't wear 'official' Grey Warden armor," she pointed out.
"But he talked about getting some," Alistair said. "He was more concerned about the coming Blight though. Besides, matching custom-made armor for many Grey Wardens takes a budget we didn't possess until now, Warden-Commander."
Aidyn snorted, crossing her arms across her chest. "Yes, well, you can thank the Queen for that. Not me." She huffed out a breath. "That's it. I'll just give Anora back her money and we won't have to deal with... new... uniforms..." Her voice trailed off as Alistair came through the door, outfitted in the new Grey Warden armor that Senior Warden Stroud had brought over from Orlais, all blue and silver with a magnificent griffon on his broad chest.
"What?" Alistair said, eyes widening, and looking down at himself. "What's wrong? Is there a scratch? Did I miss a buckle somewhere?"
Aidyn grinned, sliding up to him and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. "No... I just changed my mind about Grey Warden uniforms."