"What does this say?" Lady Trevelyan asks as she places her finger on the page to point it out to Robert, watching as he lowers his eyes to the page and she can see him reading it to himself. "Read it out loud to me." She adds as she places her hand back onto the top of his head and strokes her fingers through his dark hair.
"The.." Robert begins. "Dragon had bright yellow.." He continues, reading carefully and considering each word before he says it. "Eyes and sharp claws." She hears finish and watches him glance at her and smile, looking as proud of himself as she was of him, his big brown eyes on her.
"Well done." Cassandra returns his smile and notices his attention returns to the book that she holds in one hand, cuddling him close to her while he sits on her lap with the other. "How about this one?" She adds as she rests her chin on top of his head and points to the next part.
"Can't we just go and see a Dragon?" Robert sighs quietly making her smile when she hears his words and presses a kiss against the side of his head. "Pleeease, Mama?" He adds, his eyes pleading with her when he looks at her.
"Not today." Lady Trevelyan smiles, shaking her head lightly at him when she hears him sigh sadly at her reply. "One day, I promise." Cassandra whispers and strokes his hair again seeing him nod and smile in return, seeming satisfied with her answer. Not until he's at least Thirty, Lady Trevelyan thinks to herself and squeezes her son tighter.
Lady Trevelyan looks up from the book when she hears the sound of the large wooden doors of the Great Hall open and then bang closed, starting to feel a little annoyed that someone would be interrupting her quiet time with Robert. She'd asked Josephine to keep any visitors out of the hall for the morning, just so she had a few hours with him and no distractions while Lord Trevelyan was in meetings. She knew she was supposed to still have some time until the tailor was due to discuss The Inquisitor's new clothes for their important visitors' arrival, and it was still hours until she was expecting Ashton.
"Papa!" Robert shouts as she watches him quickly wriggle out of her hold and slide off of her lap, making her smile when she watches him running towards her Lord Trevelyan who has just come through the door.
"Don't you want to finish this story?" Cassandra calls after her son, her heart feeling like it might burst when she hears Robert laughing when Lord Trevelyan scoops him up in his arms and starts pressing kisses all over his face. "I assume that is a no." She laughs quietly and closes the book, lowering it to the floor by her feet.
"Sorry.." Lord Trevelyan smiles at her as he reaches her, trying his best to walk with Robert wrapped around his legs. "I know you wanted some quiet." He adds as she watches him trying to unwrap the boy's arms who clings on even tighter to his waist. "I know he's supposed to be reading but I wanted to talk to you." Ashton lifts his hand to her cheek as he bends to kiss her lips softly.
"Books apparently aren't as exciting as the real thing." The Seeker smiles at her husband and strokes his face for a moment until she watches Robert trying to get his father's attention.
"We were reading about Dragons." Robert grins at his father and Cassandra watches him finally let go of Lord Trevelyan and move towards the armchair to pick up his book. "Can I see a real one?" She hears him asking Ashton and notices he opens the book and begins showing it to Lord Trevelyan, pointing enthusiastically at a drawing of a large Dragon.
"One day." The Inquisitor nods at his son, making Cassandra laugh lightly when she notices his eyes move to her and he shakes his head at her. "When you're much, much, much older.." Lord Trevelyan sighs. "When he's eighteen?" Ashton asks, his question directed towards her.
"No way.." Cassandra laughs and notices that Robert is looking between his parents, almost as if he is waiting for them to agree that they should go the next day. "I don't think my heart could take it." She adds and watches her husband smile at her in understanding before his attention returns to the picture Robert is now showing him.
"Wow, look at that one." Lord Trevelyan begins and lowers his eyes to the page. "That looks very fierce." He adds and smiles at Robert. "Sorry, son." Ashton smiles as he lifts his hand to ruffle his son's hair gently. "Mama is in charge, and if she says you've got to wait.." He adds making Robert nod lightly and lower himself to the floor and opening the book on his lap.
"I'll just have to read." Robert sighs quietly making Cassandra laugh to herself and see Lord Trevelyan do the same when they watch him place his chin on his hand and lower his eyes to his book. "Until I am eighteen." He mumbles quietly to no one in particular.
Lady Trevelyan shakes her head, rolling her eyes at her husband when she sees him laughing but trying not to let Robert see. It wasn't easy for their Little Lord to know his parents had experienced all of the things he wished he could, and to see the things that his six-year-old self would daydream about when he was supposed to be learning about other things. But, Cassandra and Ashton knew it was for the best that they tried to keep his want for adventure to tamer things for now. To things that didn't breathe fire, and have sharp claws.
"How old were you?" Lord Trevelyan asks her as she watches him lower himself into the space on the armchair next to her, lifting his arm and placing it on the back of the cushions and around her shoulders.
"When I first saw a Dragon?" Cassandra asks and notices her husband nods lightly and his eyes are on her face. "Younger than Robert." Lady Trevelyan sighs and tries to remember how old she'd been when the Pentaghast's, so obsessed with everything to do with Dragon's had dragged her out to see one.
The house that she'd grown up in until she'd luckily managed to join the Seekers, had been filled with their bones and she'd always known about them. Dragon Hunters would visit to trade, and nothing seemed as important as killing them and that brought families power and fortune. It makes Cassandra's shudder when she remembers the sight of those carcasses, and the Nevarran suiters they were accompanied by that she was offered to by her uncle. It had never been her home and she'd been happy to leave.
"Weren't you scared?" He asks drawing her out of her thoughts.
"I was terrified." She laughs lightly and notices he gives her a sympathetic smile and that Robert glances at his parents.
"I'm not surprised." Lord Trevelyan smiles as she leans against his chest and relaxes into his hold. "I was terrified when I saw my first one with you." He laughs making her smile at him. "Yes, he needs to be much older." Ashton laughs again.
"Ash.." Cassandra begins, lowering her hand to her stomach when she feels what she thinks could be a wriggle of their baby. She glances up and sees his eyes are on her. "Give me your hand." She whispers and watches him unwrap his arm from around her so she takes hold of his hand in hers. "Can you feel that?" Lady Trevelyan laughs as he places his palm over her bump and lowers his eyes to their hands.
"Yes.." Lord Trevelyan begins, his eyes moving to hers when she notices he is suddenly looking overwhelmed and a large smile appear on his face. "I can feel them." He adds making Cassandra lift her hands to her face and covering her mouth, feeling the excitement inside her when she knows he's felt their baby and how happy he looks.
"Oh, Ashton." Lady Trevelyan whispers, feeling the tears starting to form around her eyes when she watches him looking just as he'd done when he'd seen Robert for the first time. "Robert, come here.." Cassandra begins, noticing their son glances up from his book as she waves him over.
"I never got to.." She hears her husband begin, feeling him moving his hand again to follow the gentle movement he feels beneath her skin.
Lady Trevelyan knew he'd never managed to be part of his first child's life in this way, his firstborn Jack who lived so far away in Ostwick and who's mother would never have allowed him this close. Oh, it was complicated. He'd also never managed to feel Robert move or kick, no matter how much he talked to him and kissed him goodnight. Robert had been a flutter just for her.
"Robert, come and feel your baby brother or sister." Lord Trevelyan laughs as she watches him scoop Robert onto his lap and direct his hand to touch too. "Can you feel them moving?" She hears him ask their son and notices the smile that stretches onto Robert's face when he feels the light movement too.
"Wow.." Robert whispers as she feels his hand carefully stroke her tunic covered bump. "Hello, baby." He adds as she watches him lean down and rest his ear against her as if he is waiting for a response. "Soon I'm going to have my own room." Robert continues his mouth close to her skin. "You can too if you want." He adds making Cassandra smile. She glances at her husband and notices he is watching his son with pride and that his eyes move back to her.
"Did you tell him that?" Lady Trevelyan asks and notices her Lord Trevelyan gives her an innocent smile. "Would you like your own room?" Cassandra asks her son, noticing his eyes move to her and he nods enthusiastically.
"Yes, please." Robert smiles at her. "Papa said he could build me a swing." Robert adds and his attention turns to Lord Trevelyan. "And a treehouse." He beams at his parents.
Cassandra laughs when she hears his words, wondering if Ashton knew anything about building those things but knowing he'd try to please his boy. He was always trying to be the best father and husband he could be and she was grateful to have a man like him to raise their children with her.
"I can't wait to see you." Robert whispers and kisses her stomach softly, making tears begin to fall lightly from her eyes when she sees his actions. He was going to be a wonderful brother.
"My love, are you crying?" Lord Trevelyan smiles at her and she feels him lean towards her and press a kiss against her forehead. "I know, it's the pregnancy." He whispers making her laugh with a small sniff as she wipes her eyes on the back of her hand.
"It's just the pregnancy." Cassandra sighs giving him a reassuring smile that she is fine as he rests his head against her. "But, our son is just so lovely." She sniffs and lifts her hand to wipe her eyes again and hears Lord Trevelyan laughing. "My husband is just so wonderful." Cassandra cries lightly and lifts her hands to her face.
"Come here…" Lord Trevelyan begins and she feels him wrap his arm around her and draw her closer to him. "Don't cry." He whispers as he strokes her hair softly. "You'll set me off." He adds and he holds her closer.
"Why's Mama crying?" Robert asks and Cassandra feels him placing his hands on hers and pulling them from her face. "Are you sad?" He whispers as she notices he is looking at her.
"I'm not sad, Robert." Lady Trevelyan begins and lifts her hands to his cheeks, noticing he looks confused. "They are happy tears." She nods. "You are such a good boy." She adds and watches him glance at his father and then back to her.
"Can I go and play with Alexander?" Robert whispers making Cassandra laugh lightly and she hears Ashton do the same, clearly deciding he didn't need to read anymore when he could be with his friends.
"Yes, go and play." Cassandra nods, letting her hand stroke the top of his head before he climbs down off of the chair. "Do not leave the Garden." She adds watching him look at her and nod in agreement. "Why was I crying?" Lady Trevelyan huffs and looks at Lord Trevelyan.
"Because our son is lovely." Ashton smiles at her before she watches his attention turn to watching Robert run down the length of the Great Hall and then towards the door to the garden to find his friends. "Robert, don't slam the door!" Lord Trevelyan calls after his son, making Cassandra smile when she hears it slam behind him and her husband sigh. "It's your fault he does that." He grins at her.
"He doesn't do it on purpose." She begins noticing her words make Lord Trevelyan hum in disagreement. "He doesn't." Cassandra laughs and leans against him. "He's a good boy like you." Lady Trevelyan sighs as he smiles in agreement and nods.
"He is a good boy." The Inquisitor smiles with pride. "I'll remind you of that when he's tall enough to slam the big door when he's angry." He adds motioning towards the large wooden ones that she herself likes to slam so often when she's in a bad mood and feels like everyone in Skyhold should know it.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Lady Trevelyan asks when his eyes return to her so and he pulls her into his embrace and lets her place her head against his.
"Yes." The Inquisitor chuckles. "I almost forgot. I've had some ideas about what we were talking about yesterday." He adds as he strokes her back. "How would you feel if it was outside the walls?" She notices his eyes search her face for her reaction.
"How far outside the walls?" Cassandra asks watching him smile.
"I"m not talking Ostwick." Ashton chuckles. "I'm not talking Nevarra." He adds." We have a lot of land around us. Maybe once we've had these Nobles visit we could take a look and see if we could build our new home." He adds making Cassandra smile.
"You think we could build?" She asks.
"Why not? Then we'd have exactly what we want." Lord Trevelyan smiles and she does too. "We have the resources. You have the vision." He adds as his smile widens. "Our men could build something in weeks." Ashton says.
"Okay." Cassandra nods. "As soon as they are gone we'll see what we could do." She adds and notices he looks glad that she likes his idea. "It might be nice to use what I learnt about rebuilding Skyhold." Lady Trevelyan adds.
The Seeker can't help but wonder if that was her husband's intention all along, to give her a project to focus on. But, he was right, it really would be perfect if they built something and with a baby, on the way, they needed more space and a home they could grow into rather than the one they were making do in. A house in the grounds could be the perfect solution.
Cassandra turns her attention away from Lord Trevelyan when she hears the familiar rattling of the large metal ring that opens the doors, a sound that could only mean whoever was trying to reach them had never been to Skyhold before. Everyone that lived here long enough knew you had to twist, and then pull or you'd never get inside. The Seeker notices that Lord Trevelyan has heard it too and he glances down to the doors too.
"The tailor?" He asks as his eyes meet hers and she shrugs lightly at him. "I'll go and see who it is." Lord Trevelyan smiles before he leans towards her and kisses her gently. "I'll be back." He grins as she feels him move from the seat beside her and watches him stand.
"If it's not.." Lady Trevelyan calls after him. "Tell them to go away." She adds and hears him laughing as he follows the length of the carpet until he reaches the door, watching him lift his hand to the handle to open it properly.
"I'm here to see Lord and Lady Trevelyan." She hears a voice she doesn't recognise at the door and watches a man who she could only imagine could be from Orlais enter, noticing he is dressed head to toe in a bright red velvet outfit with shoes and hat to match.
"That's us." Lord Trevelyan begins and closes the door behind him. "And you are?" Cassandra hears her husband add and watches him lift his hand to shake the tailors who she notices is carrying a heavy-looking bundle of fabrics in a roll under his arm, and a leather bag over his shoulder.
"My name is Juanico De La Ruani." He begins and shakes Lord Trevelyan's hand. "You may call me Juan." She hears him add and watches Ashton offer to take the bundle of fabric from him, which he accepts.
"Great." Lord Trevelyan smiles at him and motions for him to follow him back towards the end of the hall and to her. "Juan, this is my wife Lady Cassandra Trevelyan." The Inquisitor adds as they approach her, noticing that the tailor bends dramatically in front of her and wondering why he was as she stands from the chair.
"Thank you for coming, Juan." Cassandra begins and smiles at him. "Where have you come from?" She adds, watching Lord Trevelyan lower the fabric rolls to the floor and that the tailor does the same with his bag, hearing it rattle against the stone when it reaches the floor.
"I'm based and from Orlais mostly." Juan nods making her smile when she realises she was right. No one wore velvet, fur, and feathers like Orlaisians. "But, I was travelling when Lady Montilyet contacted me. I came as soon as I was able." He nods and Cassandra watches the feather on his hat follow the movement of his head.
"We appreciate that." The Inquisitor smiles.
"Lady Montilyet informed me that you are going to be hosting a dinner? That you'll both need new clothes?" Juan asks and she watches him look between them. "How many outfits do you require?" He adds and his eyes settle on Cassandra.
"It will be just my husband." She nods and glances at Lord Trevelyan when his eyes fix on her and then back to the tailor. "He has some important guests." Cassandra adds and hears Juan humming to himself before he crouches down and begins searching for something in his bag.
"I've been asked to work with you both." The tailor hums again as she watches him pulling what looks like a reel of fabric out of his bag and standing. "Who would like to be measured first?" He adds.
Lady Trevelyan sigh quietly when she hears his words, she thought she'd maybe got out of this visit and that it would be The Inquisitor alone that would be meeting them with Josephine. She hadn't realised it was going to be a dinner and she definitely hadn't realised she was going to be fitted for an outfit too. She wasn't very good at parties, and she was still not overly fond of Nobles. Cassandra places her hand lightly on Ashton's back and gently pushes him forward, making him volunteer himself and show him he should offer to go first. She notices his eyes meet hers and he shakes his head at her giving her a small smile.
"Looks like it will be me." The Inquisitor smiles at her before turning his attention back to Juan. "What measurements do you need?" He asks as Cassandra lowers herself into the chair to wait her turn.
"I'll need height, waist and biceps." Juan begins as she notices he unrolls his measuring tape and steps towards Lord Trevelyan. "I'll also need chest, neck, torso, arm length, and inside leg." He nods and Cassandra watches Lord Trevelyan sigh when he hears how over the top this outfit is going to be with all of those measurements.
"Not much then." Lord Trevelyan chuckles quietly.
"He's six feet five inches." Lady Trevelyan begins and watches as Ashton glances over his shoulder at her. "His waist is thirty-two inches, his biceps are twenty inches." She grins at him and notices The Inquisitor lowers his head and starts laughing.
"You know all of his measurements?" Juan asks as she watches him look past Lord Trevelyan and to her. "Interesting." The tailor mumbles.
"He's my husband." Cassandra nods with another smile. "I know a lot of things about him." She adds noticing that the tailor begins wrapping his tape measure around Lord Trevelyan's waist and then his bicep as if he's wanting to check her numbers. She knew she was right. "His chest is forty-four inches and his inside leg is thirty-four." The Seeker nods confidently.
"We've had a tailor visit before." Lord Trevelyan chuckles when she notices Juan nod in understanding that she didn't spend her evenings measuring him. "Apparently I'm difficult." Ashton nods making her laugh lightly. "The measurements she's given are right." He adds and Cassandra watches the tailor check a couple more of them before he starts scribbling them down on a piece of parchments.
Cassandra wondered if Juan needed to know that Lord Trevelyan had two-hundred-thirty-six scars on his body, which was an awful lot more than when she'd first met him. Or that her sweet husband had sixteen freckles on his cheeks when the sun was out. He wouldn't need to know bout the six little grey hairs that he had at his temple, but she hadn't mentioned those to Lord Trevelyan either.
"Well, that saves me some time." Juan mumbles as he finishes writing the measurements down. "Lady Trevelyan, you are with child?" He asks and she notices he glances at her and his eyes lower to her stomach.
"I am, yes." The Seeker nods and notices Lord Trevelyan lowers himself to the cushions beside her again. "I would appreciate if that remained between us." Cassandra adds and sees him nod. "Some people don't know yet." She sighs and places her hand lightly over her bump.
"I understand." Juan smiles and his attention turns to Lord Trevelyan. "Do you have any colours in mind, Lord Trevelyan? Any colours you prefer?" He adds making Cassandra glance at her husband.
"I like brown." The Inquisitor begins making her smile at his words. "Black.." He nods. "Sand, light brown.." He adds and she watches him thinking about the question. "Dark brown." Lord Trevelyan adds to the list. "Can you think of any others?" He asks her and she can tell by his face he's being difficult on purpose and he's trying not to laugh.
"Beige." Cassandra nods at him.
"Beige, yes that's a good one." Lord Trevelyan nods and returns his eyes to Juan who doesn't look very impressed at all. "I'm fairly easy to please." The Inquisitor adds and she notices that this makes Juan relax at his words and nod.
"I will see what I can do." The tailor sighs as he continues to scribble on his paper and she wishes she could see what he's written about his ideas for an outfit for Ashton. "Lady Trevelyan, do you have any colour preferences?" He asks and she sees his eyes settle on her.
"I like blue." Lady Trevelyan says quietly and notices her words please Juan and he gives her a grateful smile for saying any colour other than brown. "I'm not overly keen on the traditional feminine colours." She says, hoping he wouldn't put her in anything pink or frilly.
"I love you in blue." The Inquisitor smiles drawing her eyes to him. "I love you in white." She hears him sigh. "I love you in yellow." Lord Trevelyan continues making her laugh. "Cassandra looks beautiful in every colour." His smile widens when he looks back at Juan and she places her hand on his knee, giving it a light squeeze.
"You're sweet, love." The Seeker lowers her voice to him and notices it draws his eyes to her. "That doesn't mean you are getting out of this." She adds and notices he chuckles as she stands and waits for the tailor to begin on her.
"Are you happy for me to take your measurements, My Lady?" Juan begins as he stretches out his tape again and steps closer to her. "If you'd rather I can ask your husband to.." He adds, his voice tapering off at the end and she notices that the tailor's eyes move to Lord Trevelyan and that he's remembered he is without an arm.
"I'm happy for you to do it." Cassandra nods and briefly looks over her shoulder when she notices Lord Trevelyan is looking at his feet. "Husband.." She directs at him, watching his eyes lift to hers. "Didn't you say you needed to check on Robert?" She adds and notices he nods lightly when he realises she is giving him an excuse to leave if he's feeling uncomfortable.
"I did." Lord Trevelyan nods and climbs to his feet as she looks back to Juan in front of her. "Thank you, Juan." She hears his voice behind her. "I have to check on my son." He adds and she feels him move to her side and press a soft kiss against her cheek, making her glance at him. "I love you." He mouths making her smile.
"Of course, My Lord." The tailor bows his head lightly.
Lady Trevelyan watches The Inquisitor give her another light smile before he begins walking away from them, following the length of the hall until she watches him disappear through the door that Robert had done earlier.
"Please, forgive me." Juan sighs which draws her eyes to him.
"It's fine, I know you didn't mean him any harm." Cassandra begins as he nods at her reply. "I've done the same." She adds and looks down towards the door to check he's gone. "He would rather it was covered for the visitors if you can do that." She sees Juan nod again in understanding.
"Of course." He nods. "Lady Trevelyan would you like me to make you a dress?" Juan asks making her smile to herself, the last one she'd worn had been the one she'd borrowed at the Winter Palace all those years ago. Maybe it would make a nice change.
"I'd think I'd like a dress." Lady Trevelyan smiles.
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"Husband, are you ready?" Cassandra calls to him, noticing that he's been quiet and stopped complaining for a few minutes from behind the door where she knows he is trying on his new clothes for the visitors.
"I look ridiculous." She hears his muffled reply and the sound of him moving again. "I'm not wearing this." The Inquisitor huffs. "Why did Josephine think this was a good idea?" He mumbles.
"I am certain you don't." Lady Trevelyan smiles to herself, she'd never seen her husband in anything that he didn't look perfect in. "Just let me see." She adds which receives another frustrated groan from Ashton.
Cassandra lowers her eyes from watching the door to the bundle that contains her own new outfit, lifting her hand to rest on top of it and feeling quite excited about opening hers and getting to try it on before the dinner tomorrow. She knew it would most likely be a dress, something she usually didn't feel overly confident about wearing, but the weather was just right and she hoped it would conceal her changing body, and if Lord Trevelyan had a new outfit then so would she. Lady Trevelyan hears what sounds like Lord Trevelyan stumbling and almost falling over behind the door, drawing her attention back to him and making her wonder what could be happening and if he's managing to get dressed. She knew he could do it, it had been three years since he'd lost his arm and she knew shouldn't worry so much, but the world was a lot harder than it had been for him.
"Are you okay?" Cassandra asks as she climbs up off of her spot on the edge of their bed and steps closer to the door. "Ash?" She adds and tries to listen for him. "Can I come in now?" Lady Trevelyan taps her fingers against the door softly.
"Okay, I think I'm ready." She hears his reply and the sound of him opening the door.
"Well.." Lady Trevelyan begins as she settles her eyes on The Inquisitor as he steps back into the bedroom. "I was certainly not expecting that." Cassandra laughs. "You look.." She adds lifting her hands to cover her mouth so he can't see how funny she thinks he looks.
"I'm taking this off." Lord Trevelyan begins and she watches him quickly trying to go back in and hide from her. "I told you I look ridiculous." Aston sighs so she takes hold of his hand and tugs him back towards her.
"Let me look at you." Cassandra begins, trying to keep the smile from her voice when she watches him turn to face her again.
She lowers her eyes and lets them travel from his feet where he wears a pair of bright purple pointed velvet shoes, up to his legs where he has white socks up to his knees, higher and over the extremely tight purple velvet pantaloons and up to where he is wearing an overly fitted purple velvet short jacket.
"I hate purple." He huffs as she quickly lets her eyes meet his.
"Is that velvet?" Cassandra whispers and hears him snort at her question making her giggle as she steps closer to him and places her hands on his shoulders. "I'm not sure about the outfit" She adds noticing he finally smiles when strokes her hands over his chest. "But this feels lovely." Lady Trevelyan smiles at him.
"I don't think it's very me." Ashton adds with a shake of his head. "There's even hat." He continues and she watches him motion back towards where he's unwrapped his clothes. "Let me get it." He continues as she feels him move away and steps back to fetch it.
"Please, tell me there is a feather?" The Seeker giggles as she waits for him to reappear.
"Purple hat with a yellow feather." Lord Trevelyan chuckles making her smile and fixes her eyes on him when he finally does, holding a purple floppy hat made of the same velvet as the rest with a large drooping yellow feather.
"Why always feathers?" Cassandra sighs dramatically as he lifts the hat to tickle the feather against her face, making her laugh and bat it away. She watches him throw the hat towards the bed with no intention of ever putting it on.
"Why always velvet?" He grins at her as she steps closer again and goes back to stroking her fingers over the soft velvet until she slides her arms around his middle and rubs her palms up to his shoulder blades. "Although that does feel nice." He sighs as he looks down at her and wraps his arm around her shoulders and lowers his head to kiss her gently.
"Maybe that's why." Cassandra smiles and hears him sigh when she trails her fingers down his back. "It feels nice on bare skin." She adds as she leans closer to him. "It all looks a bit small, however." Cassandra giggles and hears him laugh when she lowers her eyes to move down his body and to the snug pantaloons.
"You gave him the measurements." The Inquisitor chuckles as she feels him place his finger beneath her chin and direct her gaze back to his face. "I can hardly breath." He laughs making her giggle. "Have you tried on yours?" Lord Trevelyan asks as she shakes her head that she hasn't.
"I'll try mine tomorrow." Cassandra smiles at him. "What if mine is purple too?" She giggles seeing his smile widen and shake his head lightly, both of them hoping it was not matching his.
"What if this was for you?" Lord Trevelyan laughs as she unwraps her arms from around him, taking a step back and letting her eyes move over his body again.
"No, that was made to highlight your best assets." The Seeker nods, trying to keep her face serious when he glances at her. "Turn around." She adds motioning for him to do so, watching him twirl on the spot. "Yes, this is all yours," Cassandra adds patting him lightly on his behind which makes him laugh even more.
"Hands off, wife." Lord Trevelyan smiles at her when their eyes meet. "I do like the undershirt." He adds as she watches him unbutton the jacket and open it to show her the crisp white shirt beneath it that he can button right up beneath his jaw. "I could wear this?" Ashton continues and shrugs lightly.
"You mean you aren't wearing the velvet?" She says and hears him sigh dramatically and quickly shrug himself out of the purple jacket and drop it to the floor, making her laugh. "You'll look very smart in the shirt and breeches." Cassandra gives him a reassuring smile noticing he nods.
She knew her husband hated the fuss over clothes as much as she did, he like her, was much more comfortable in his usual clothes and that usually consisted of shirts and tunics, with breeches and boots. He had some clothes he was very attached to, but none of them were fancy or what some would expect of a Lord. Cassandra knew she hated that people, often visiting Nobles, would comment on his appearance. But Lord Trevelyan dressed like a man at home, which is exactly what he was most of the time.
"Smart enough?" He asks her and she nods and strokes his cheek to draw his eyes to her. "I hate this, Cass." The Inquisitor laughs lightly. "It makes me look forward even more to us getting some space from this." He adds making her nod.
"You don't need feathers and ruffles." Cassandra smiles at him. "You look handsome, and smart in whatever you wear." She adds as he nods and gives her a grateful smile. "When we have our new home.." Lady Trevelyan adds before noticing he lowers his eyes to the jacket at his feet. "No fussy clothes allowed." She laughs and notices he smiles in agreement.
