Josephine had to admit she was surprised when Shartan requested that he be the one to make the out fits for the winter palace, he insisted that no one would be able to match them in terms of outfits. She was won over by the promise of being one of the first humans to wear fashion from the elven empire, the idea was thrilling, no one at the palace would have ever seen anything like it. Standing there in the measuring room she was have second thoughts about it, and him, neither of which were flattering.

"Excuse me? I must have miss heard Herald." Josie gasped, Shartan simple shook his head.

"I doubt that lady Montilyet, I told you everything off, and I mean everything." Shartan replied politely.

"What possible reason could you have for me to be naked, you are making a dress, not underwear!" Josie nearly screeched, Shartan took it all in stride.

"Lady Montilyet, I am making a elven outfit, human underwear does not fit well under the garments I am making. Unless you want to go to a healer after the dance and ask for rope burn lotion for your nether regions, I suggest you strip." Shartan offered, Josie glared but stepped behind the curtain.

Josie had to admit that Shartan was nothing but professional, his hands were warm and gentle. He never let his eyes or hands linger, as he made rapid notes on a board. Josie had asked earlier if he need an assistant, he had refused and now she was very grateful for it. she found herself relaxing as the room was warm and smelled of lotus, with Shartan humming a song under his breath.

"Done, you may get dressed, after that I have some questions for you about colors. Since we are having such unique outfits, we can use different colors for each, I was thinking gold and blue for you." Shartan explained as he turned around to let her step off while covering herself, as if she had not just spent the last half hour with his face in her crotch.

After speaking about the outfit colors more, she was shooed out, and Leliana called in her friend had raised an eyebrow at her flushed face before she entered though.

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Krem entered the room, he had tried to tell the boss he did not need an outfit, the bastard just smirked and said the inquisitor's orders. So here Krem was, Shartan looking at him with a raised eyebrow and Krem glaring right back at him. Krem was not stripping not matter what, if Shartan wanted the measures he could ask Dalish.

"fen enansal we can do this the easy way or the hard way, that being me freezing you in place then taking the measures." Shartan growled at Krem, who just glared back.

"What does that even mean, you have been calling me that since day one?" Krem asked, trying to get the elf off track.

"I will tell you after you strip, I don't care what is between your legs, all I care about is getting the measures and getting back to ma Vhenan." Shartan compromised, and Krem glaring started stripping.

"fen enansal, means wolf blessed one. It is a term for what you are, in the old legends Fen'harel belonged to both sides of the war and neither side at the same time. it was believed that because of his loneliness he made beings who would understand him, he gave them souls of one gender and bodies of another. Thus, we called them the wolf blessed, even to the dalish today they are welcomed as those touched by gods." Krem smiled at the legend, that lasted until he felt a knife at his throat.

"The fuck is this tattoo, is this you soulmark?" Shartan snarled, Krem nodded. "When you meet her you will treat her well or I will personally gut you! Understand?" Krem nodded and the knife vanished.

"Good, best go talk with Dalish, start learning elven." Was all Shartan said for the rest of the session before booting Krem out, leaving him highly confused.

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"Well Cassandra, I think it is safe to say you never have to worry about your hart cheating on you." Leliana remarked, sitting at the dinner table the women of the inner circle shared.

"I never had any doubts, but what makes you so sure?" Cassandra deadpanned, Vivienne looked at her drolly.

"He has spent the afternoon one on one with most all of the circle with his hands on them while nude, and not once did he try and cope a feel. If I did not know how much he loved you I would be offend." Cassandra smirked, remembering the faces of the circle as they left the room.

"Yes, I hope the outfits are worth that session, it was quite embarrassing." Josephine added, Cassandra nodded.

"If they are anything like the outfits I have seen in the memories he has showed me, then you do not have to worry." Cassandra reassured them, the women tried to get more out of her, but Shartan arrived and stole her away for her fitting session.

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