Empress Celine stood by the railings of her dance floor, like many of the guests tonight she wondered what the inquisition would be wearing. Rumors had been flying for over a month now, ever since it was 'leaked' that the Inquisitor himself was tailoring the outfits for his group. Everyone in the court had heard how he spent many years living near and worshiping in the temple of ashes, so many thought it would be ancient chantry dress. Celine however had heard a rumor that she hoped was true, that the outfits would be of the oldest elven designs, from before the collapse of their once great empire.
"Presenting Grand Duke Gaspard!" the herald announced, making Celine pay attention to the floor below her.
Her cousin descended as the Herald called out. "Accompanying his Grace. Lord Inquisitor: Lavellan." The entire court stopped to look at the elf descending the stairs.
The man walked with the grace and authority of a king, dressed in an outfit that appeared to be made from countless straps weaving around his body to form his suit. The straps were emerald green with pure white edging, the outfit hugged his body showing his well muscled form. On his arm was the Lady Seeker and more than one jaw dropped, the Seeker famous for hating dresses was in one that outshined every dress in the court.
With matching colors to the Inquisitor, the dress wrapped around her body pulling the eye up to her face that was framed by her hair styled and adorned with flowers. The Skirt caused a massive stir among both men and women, every step the seeker took the skirt's straps came apart giving a teasing hint of the strap wrapped legs beneath before they settled again.
"Accompanying the Inquisitor; Lady Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena-" "Get on with it!" the seeker yelled. "Pentaghast Lavellan!" the moment the last name came, the empress swore you could hear a pin drop.
As the rest of the party arrived, each dress and suit outstanding, though none outshine the first pair. The empress greeted her cousin with cool diplomacy, to which he responded with snide remarks. When the inquisitor bowed before her she smiled, and greeted him.
"We welcome you inquisitor, how do you find Halemshiral?" She asked, with a sly smile that set her on edge he replied.
"Halemshiral's beauty is rivaled only by it's true empress." Most of the court seemed to approve of the response, but those top players knew that the elf was not speaking of her.
"I do hope you enjoy the party, my cousin the duchess put much work into it." The empress replied, Shartan bowed again and led his bride off the floor.
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"That was quite the compliment you pay her prongs." Varric joked as they gathered, Shartan raised an eyebrow.
"I spoke no lie; my wife is truly the most beautiful as was this place when I ruled." Shartan remarked, making Cassandra turn crimson.
"I see your twisted tongue has yet to straighten." Solas commented, Shartan laughed.
"So speaks the trickster, who was it that convinced June it would be a good idea to steal the huntresses favourite dagger?" Varric made a note in his book at the two elves bantered, he just knew this party was going to be a great story in a few years.