Of Queens and Empresses
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Aedan asked, clearly concerned.
"I am a Queen, Aedan. I don't have to like someone to be able to speak amicably with them." Anora sighed, more exasperated than annoyed as she inspected her image in the mirror.
"I know, but meeting the Empress of Orlais is a little more than dealing with an irate Bann or something."
"I am well aware of that, Aedan." Anora said crisply as she gathered her hair together into a ponytail. "I don't need you to remind me."
The royal couple were in their bedroom. Anora sat in front of the mirror on her dressing table. Aedan sat behind her on the bed they shared. The Queen could see her Prince's worried expression clearly through the looking glass.
"Im sorry, I just- I'm just a bit nervous."
"You don't say." Anora sighed under her breath before turning to her husband with what she hoped was a reassuring look. "Aedan, I will be fine, you don't need to worry."
Now Aedan sighed. "I know you will." Then he smiled. "You're the beautiful Queen of Ferelden after all."
"That's more like it." Anora smirked but almost rolled her eyes at the 'beautiful' moniker. She turned back to face her reflection in her mirror and eyed her husband in the silvered glass. "I'll make a Prince-Consort out of you yet."
Aedan chuckled before a long pause. Anora somehow knew exactly what he was going to say next. "You're sure you'll be alright?"
"Would you like to contend with her in my stead?" Anora raised a stern eyebrow with a challenging look at her husband.
The slight pause was all the answer Anora needed. "Well, I can't say I want to, as such."
Anora shook her head with a smirk.
"But if it helps you at all, then of course I'll do it." Aedan declared.
Anora couldn't help but smile a little at his earnestness. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I'd better handle this. Wouldn't want you blundering your into a war now do we?"
The Prince-Consort chuckled again, a little incredulously. "I'm not the one who despises the Orlesians on principle here."
"In case you haven't been paying attention, I have good reason for my mistrust: The past wars and the decades of occupation namely. Not to mention the personal slight of Celene's attempts to marry Cailan and have my marriage nullified. Is that not reason enough to mistrust them?" Anora challenged her husband with a pointed look.
Aedan was quiet for a moment. "Well, I can hardly argue with that, can I?"
Anora shook her head softly before considering for a moment. "Although now that I think about it, perhaps I should send you to negotiate with Celene, you don't share the same history as I do with the Empress."
Aedan eyed his wife in confusion. "After everything you've just said, particularly what happened with Cailan, you'd really let me speak with her? I'd have thought you'd have wanted to keep me as far away from her as possible?"
Anora almost snorted. "Come now Aedan, do you honestly think that I'd be worried that she'll try and use her feminine wiles on you? Surely you've heard the rumours that Celene prefers the company of women?"
Aedan inclined his head slightly in admission. "I have, but those are just rumours, I'm sure there's plenty about you and I that aren't true after all. Besides, even if they are true, they certainly didn't stop her from trying to marry Cailan now did they?"
"A political move, nothing more." Anora waved a hand dismissively. "How else could the Empress of Orlais gain the Kingdom of Ferelden without expending the lives of her armies?"
Aedan inclined his head further more with a wordless murmur. "So what's stopping her from trying that same tactic again?"
"For one, you are the Prince-Consort of Ferelden, not the King. If Celene were to marry you, she'd gain no title, nor any right to a single yard of Ferelden soil. Second, she'll surely be aware that I know of her and Cailan's attempted treachery, and if not, she'll certainly be wary of the possibility that I do know. She knows there's every chance I'd be on my guard for any foul play. And thirdly, you are my husband and I'd have you strung up by your testicles if you so much as look down that Orlesian slattern's dress." Anora finished with a warning look that verged on venomous.
Aedan blinked, he gulped a little thickly. "Duly noted."
Anora sighed, suppressing her urge to chuckle behind a hand. "But I know it won't come to that. Above all else, I trust you, Aedan."
"My testicles thank you for that." Aedan quipped dryly.
Anora let out an audible sigh. "Please, don't be vulgar, dear."
"You did start it." Aedan chuckled.
"And I sorely regret it."
"Sorry." Aedan smiled slightly. Then the amusement fell into something more tender as he gazed at his wife. "But you certainly don't have anything to worry about. I don't have eyes for anyone else."
Anora smiled, busying herself with her hair in an attempt to hide that slight blush on her cheeks. She noticed after a few moments that Aedan was still gazing at her through the reflection.
"Hmm, is something wrong?" Anora muttered as she brushed her hair.
"I've just realised something." Aedan murmured.
Anora spun to face her husband fully with a raised, quizzical eyebrow. "Oh? Do share."
The Prince-Consort licked his lips, expression hovering on the verge of nervousness. He stood from his perch on their bed and reached to take the Queen's hands in his. Anora stood with him, confused slightly but willingly pulled along. He gazed into his beloved wife's eyes with a warm, tender smile for a long moment.
"I love you, Anora." Aedan murmured. "I can't believe I haven't told you that before now."
Anora smiled, maybe more of a smirk. "That's a bit of a strange thing to say after I just threatened to have you gruesomely executed if you looked at another woman."
Aedan laughed. There was a hint of shakiness to the act that seemed nervous. "I suppose so. It just- It just crossed my mind is all, that I've never told you that before."
Anora quirked her head slightly. "Have you only just realised this very minute?"
"No, but- Wait, don't tell me that you already knew?"
"I can read you like a book, Aedan." Anora teased before shaking her head softly. "It never needed to be said."
"Still, it feels wrong not to say it out loud." Aedan ghosted a chuckle. He gazed into her eyes, serious and affectionate. "I'm in love with you, Anora."
Anora couldn't help but smirk a little more. "Well, I am your Queen, it's only right that a subject loves their liege."
Aedan smiled, but the emotion didn't quite reach his eyes. He even looked disappointed.
Oh Aedan, you sweet, naïve fool you.
"Well, I'd best get ready myself, wouldn't want to keep the Empress waiting." Aedan chuckled slightly before turning to head away.
"Aedan." Anora called out to her husband gently, before he could get further than a couple of steps.
Aedan turned back around, an innocent hope in his loving eyes.
Anora stepped forward slowly. She reached up and gently seized her husband's chin between a thumb and forefinger. With exaggerated care, she leaned up with her lips and delivered a long, slow kiss to his, one that she hoped couldn't possibly fail to convey her meaning. When they parted, Anora still held Aedan's chin as she gazed deep into his eyes.
"I'm in love with you too, Aedan." Anora whispered. "I've been in love with you for … well, for a long, long time now."
Aedan breathed a chuckle. There was something nervous about the motion.
"You didn't really think I didn't, did you?" Anora murmured gently.
"No, I- I'm sorry, not sure what I was thinking."
"There's no need to apologise, you sweet, silly man." Anora smiled. "Know that I love you, Aedan. Marrying you was the best decision I've ever made, and I want to have beautiful children with you."
"That sounds like quite the happy ending." Aedan breathed. "You've got it all planned out, haven't you?"
"You know me. I always like to be prepared." Anora winked at him. Then she sighed. "Now, I suppose we need to see to the Empress, then … perhaps I can let you know more of my plans after."
"I'll look forward to it." Aedan smiled, leaning back in for another sweet kiss.
xxx
It was a bright sunny day, with only the barest breeze sweeping in from the seafront. All in all, it was a good day for a royal event.
The Queen and Prince-Consort of Ferelden stood poised atop the steps leading up to the royal palace, each in their royal finery. Ser Cauthrien as ever stood close by the Queen, back straight and razor sharp eyes on the lookout for any threat. The steps were lined by Anora's honour guard, armour and swords gleaming in the morning sun. A thick red carpet had been laid over the stone steps and down to the courtyard, expectant of their imperial guests.
They didn't have to wait too long.
With an echoing, bombastic fanfare announcing its arrival, an audaciously decorated carriage turned the corner at the end of the lane and began its way down towards the palace. It was certainly of fine make, sporting intricately carved embellishments and golden reliefs across every free surface. Decadent and flamboyant, much as Anora had come to expect of the Orlesians.
Anora idly noted Aedan glance towards her at her side, expression no doubt amused as he surely read her thoughts.
Behind the carriage rode a small company of cavalrymen, like Anora's men at arms, the Orlesian's armour was polished to a wonderful shine, with nary a hint of wear or debris dirtying their gilded appearance. The Orlesian's fabled chevaliers. Each had tall plumes of blue and gold feathers standing proud atop their helmets and a lion's face embossed into the chest pieces of their armour. As audacious and frivolous as their appearance might suggest, the Queen knew the chevaliers to be among the most feared and respected warriors in all of Thedas.
Anora was none too happy about having these renowned soldiers lay foot on her sovereign soil, their order had put many a Ferelden to the sword in the not too distant past after all, but she could hardly refuse the Empress her own guard detail. She idly wondered how well her own troops fare if Celene's honour guard were to suddenly attack, here and now. The chevaliers were outnumbered by the Queen's men, but Anora was not so blinded by patriotism so as to not recognise the strengths of her Orlesian guests, as irritating as they may be.
The Queen's forces did have one distinct advantage of course: The Hero of Ferelden stood at her side. Her husband's own military prowess was world renowned, and he was said to be more than an equal for any warrior on the field of battle. While not an expert herself on military matters, Anora wouldn't have been surprised to find her husband to be the equal to all of the chevaliers here before her. She was glad that there was no Hero or Champion of Orlais to contend with at least.
When the carriage finally trundled to a halt before the stairway, a pair of the chevaliers dismounted from their horses. One strode over to open the carriage door, the other stood on the other side of the door and as it opened, they both bowed low in well-practiced unison.
From the carriage emerged a man, another chevalier clad in shining silverite with the same lion motif upon his chest as the others. The chevalier had thick blond locks that were swept back smartly, strong chiselled features and a couple of slim scars adorning his face. He swept his gaze about quickly as he dismounted, presumably searching for any threats, before turning back to the carriage and offering a hand.
Pale, slender fingers reached out to take the chevalier's and finally emerged a figure in a fine, vibrant blue dress. The woman stepped out and into the light, giving Anora her first full look at Empress Celene Valmont. As could be expected, Celene was clad in such rich finery that dwarfed everyone and everything around her in its crass decadence. The Empress' dress was cut low above her bosom, not immodestly, but certainly not best suited to a cooler Ferelden climate. The Empress didn't seem concerned however, though a white porcelain mask hugged the Orlesian's face, hiding her expressions at a distance. Her long blonde hair tied up in a series of intricate braids that were certainly pretty if not practical.
The last figure to exit the carriage was something of a surprise to Anora: An elven woman, presumably a lady in waiting or a maidservant. While it wasn't completely unheard of for elves to serve in such roles, it was rare enough to be noteworthy, particularly to a reigning monarch no less. She was clad in a simple dress that, while certainly of fine make, paled in comparison to that of her Empress. Likewise she wore a white porcelain mask that was of a similar style to Celene's but again was not as richly detailed. The elf followed near Celene's side, with the chevalier at the Empress' other.
The trio strode their way up the steps towards Ferelden's monarchy. Anora waited a few moments more before taking a few steps herself towards her guests, Aedan and Cauthrien following her lead promptly at her sides. While she wasn't particularly inclined to show the Orlesians any signs that she'd be walked over, Anora felt that there was no harm in showing good manners to her guests.
"Your Imperial Majesty." Anora began with a well-trained smile as she greeted Celene. The Orlesian was stood on a step below Anora, but even then the blonde was still almost as tall as the Queen of Ferelden. "We welcome you to Ferelden."
Celene smiled, a look that was equal parts charming and calculating. "We thank you, your Majesty." She inclined her head respectfully, her voice thick with that Orlesian accent. "It is indeed a pleasure to finally meet in person. I must say, it is certainly preferable speaking face to face rather than sending missives all the time, no?"
"It certainly speeds up the conversation." Anora said diplomatically. She glanced towards Aedan. "May I introduce to you my lord husband, Prince-Consort Aedan."
Aedan bowed his head respectfully. "A pleasure, your Grace."
Anora had to resist the urge to frown. It felt strangely wrong to hear her husband call someone else by that term. She quickly shook her mind free of such thoughts. It was not a term that was solely Anora's after all.
"Ah, a man who needs no introductions surely." Celene smiled, turning to Aedan with genuine interest. "Your tales of heroism are legendary, my lord, or should I call you 'Hero'?"
"Please, Aedan, if you will." He smiled a little bashfully, cheeks reddening slightly.
"And modest to boot." Celene chuckled lightly. "Very well, it is likewise a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Prince Aedan."
Anora idly noted how easily the Empress dropped 'Consort' from her husband's title, she gestured to her bodyguard. "And this is Ser Cauthrien, knight of Ferelden and my bodyguard."
"Your Imperial Majesty." Cauthrien snapped to attention, though her normal posture was hardly any different, and bowed crisply before the Empress in a well-practiced motion. Anora had had to explain in no uncertain terms to her champion that she was to be on her best behaviour before the Empress. Not that Anora mistrusted the lady knight at all, but she was well aware that Cauthrien's distaste for the Orlesian's rivalled her own.
"Charmed." Celene smiled, evidently much less enthused than she had been meeting the fabled Hero of Ferelden. She turned back to Anora. "In turn, please allow me to introduce my companions." The Empress indicated to the chevalier. "This is my bodyguard and champion, the chevalier Ser Michel de Chevin."
The blond bowed before Anora stoutly. "Your Grace." Was all he said, in a similarly strong accent to that of his Empress.
The chevalier appeared to catch Ser Cauthrien's eye when he straightened up. The two warriors regarded each other silently, perhaps simultaneously sizing each other up and gauging their chances in combat. Anora found herself intrigued at the prospect and wondered whether she would have need to intervene if a duel did appear to loom.
"And this is my handmaiden, Lady Briala." Celene indicated the elf.
Briala curtseyed demurely before Anora but said nothing. The elf's eyes held a keen intelligence that seemed to belie her role as a simple handmaiden. Perhaps she was truly a spy or an assassin even. It certainly wouldn't be the most farfetched thing Anora had heard about the Empress and the company she supposedly keeps, tales of witches and even demons had reached Anora's ears. Though the Queen knew most such rumours were definitely untrue. Probably.
While Anora inwardly bristled at the idea that Celene would bring an assassin to her palace – particularly after Anora's recent experiences with the trade – she kept her reservations to herself. It was hardly a smart move to attempt to murder your host in her own, well-fortified castle after all, while you were visiting them no less. Celene was surely smarter than that.
"I am honoured to meet you all." Anora smile diplomatically. "Well, shall we?" Anora gestured up the steps towards the palace.
Celene inclined her head once more and fell into step beside Anora, Queen and Empress ascending the steps side by side.
Anora caught a glimpse of her husband as she turned up towards the palace. He gave her a look and a reassuring smile before turning to make small talk with Briala. Ser Cauthrien and Ser Michel marched side by side, almost accidentally in sync as they kept within reaching distance of their monarchs.
xxx
There was certainly something of an awkward tension in the air. Although the words spoken were honeyed and charming, there was always an undercurrent of something more, something that all seemed to recognise but no one was willing to address with words. Anora couldn't stand it. It was almost as though the Orlesian's had poisoned the very atmosphere of her palace with their presence.
After a perfectly pleasant dinner which was accompanied by equally pleasant, if carefully gauged, discourse, the Queen and Empress retired to a private room together to speak business. Anora did her best to ignore the concerned looks Aedan gave her, or perhaps they were warnings not to smash plates over Celene's head?
Celene herself appeared to attempt to assuage the concerns of her handmaiden. She spoke to the elf Briala in hushed tones for a moment before joining the Queen of Ferelden. Anora was certain she received a long hard look from the elf before she closed the door.
Anora turned from the door to find Celene had already helped herself to a seat on one of the couches either side of a central coffee table. Anora suppressed a mild smirk. While it didn't really matter where either monarch sat, Celene's pre-emptive decision indicated to Anora that this was a woman used to simply taking what she wanted. An important fact to note.
Anora moved to sit opposite the Empress. "Would you care for some tea, your Imperial Majesty?" She offered, indicating the steaming pot between them on the table.
"That would be most excellent, your Majesty." Celene replied with a smile.
Anora duly poured them both a cup of tea. She was suddenly very keenly aware of the disparity of their two titles. An Empress was superior to a Queen after all. Though Anora did not feel the need to take that distinction too strongly heart however. They were far more equal in status than their respective monikers implied. Orlais was no longer a true empire after all. Its former vassals – Ferelden included – had long been independent of the Orlesians. It was just one country, a large, powerful country to be sure, but only one. As such, the title of Empress was merely a hollow one, a façade with no substance underneath. Now one on one, Anora looked forward to see if the same held true for its holder was as well.
"How are you finding Denerim?" Anora ventured as she handed over Celene's tea.
"Most delightful, it's a shame I have never had an opportunity till now to pay a visit."
Though she seemed genuinely enthused, Anora had her doubts as to the Empress' honesty. Anora was well aware of Celene's reputation as a premier player of the so called 'Grand Game' of politics Orlesians played. Anora wouldn't be surprised to learn that everything the Empress was saying to her was a lie, even something as benign as 'Hello'.
"Well, we are certainly glad to have you." Anora smiled diplomatically.
"I must say, you've done a phenomenal job of rebuilding after the Blight. I understand the conflict took a great toll on the city."
Was that the first barb?
"It did." Anora admitted. "The Archdemon attacked us directly here with the bulk of its terrible forces. The losses would have been much greater, if not for the bravery of Ferelden's soldiers."
And not yours, was left unsaid.
Celene smiled. "And the Hero of Ferelden, of course."
"Of course." Anora nodded once with a slight smile of her own. "Indeed, many brave Ferelden's fought with valour in that final battle."
"I'm sure I can speak for all of Thedas, in that we are glad of their successes." Celene raised her teacup in a half toast.
"I understand that this was the shortest Blight to be brought to an end on record. I'd say that is quite the achievement." Anora smiled thinly. "However, that is all in the past now. Ferelden looks to the future."
"That is splendid to hear, your Grace." Celene smiled, almost as though she were an authority whom Anora must report to. "I would hope that we could see a future in which we might both prosper, Ferelden and Orlais."
Anora took a sip of her tea.
Celene rolled the spoon in hers for a moment, keen eyes on the Queen. "I'm well aware that our two nations have had … difficult relations in the past, to put it euphemistically."
Anora inclined her head slightly, neither a nod nor a shake of the head, merely an acknowledgement of words spoken.
"Scars will not heal over easily." Celene continued. "Perhaps that is a feat that is not even possible within our lifetimes. I do, however, think that we can lay foundations today for better relations tomorrow."
Anora placed her cup of tea on the table with a quiet click, contemplating her response. "That is a worthy goal. However, as you say, the history between our nations has been difficult. Trust is not built on a history of bloodshed and occupation."
Celene inclined her head slightly. "Then you understand the scale of the task ahead of our nations."
"On the contrary, I feel that that is a task squarely on the shoulders of Orlais." Anora countered, steel in her gaze. "For what purpose should Ferelden seek to pander to its aggressors? Whatever trust may have existed prior to occupation was smashed under the boots of Orlesian chevaliers."
Celene was silent for a few moments. Her only reaction was to raise an eyebrow slightly as she ran a finger around the rim of her teacup. Perhaps she was amused by the Queen's outburst.
"Trust is also a two way street." Celene murmured, an undercurrent of steel to her own velvety tones. "An olive branch will wilt if not taken when offered."
"And what sort of olive branch would you imagine could make amends for our, difficult relations?"
"For a start, I would hope my sincerest apologies." Celene placed a hand over her chest. "On behalf of the Empire of Orlais, I humbly apologise for the occupation of Ferelden and the crimes committed against her people. I'm well aware that there is nothing I can say or do to truly rectify the mistakes of the past, or bring back those who were lost, but I hope that we could start to build a more positive relationship, as equals."
Anora regarded Celene for a long moment. It was a pointless gesture really, and one that may well just be a simple lie to appease the Queen, but Anora felt in her gut that there was a genuine desire from the Empress to foster better relations at the very least, even if that was only a small part of the truth. In any event, it was surely a rare thing for an Empress to apologise to anyone, let alone the Queen of a former subjugated vassal. Such a gesture would not be given lightly.
"Thank you, your Imperial Majesty." Anora inclined her head respectfully. "The gesture is appreciated."
Celene smiled slightly. "It is a start, if nothing else. If you would be amenable, I would also hope that we could bring our peoples closer together in more practical terms."
"Oh?" Anora raised a brow, here it comes. "What did you have in mind?"
"I thought we could discuss the possibility of trade and military co-operation. The Waking Sea is the chief artery of trade in the South, but it also often beset by pirates, as I'm sure you're aware."
"So you want access to Ferelden waters for your navy?" Anora asked carefully.
"I do, but not without reciprocity. Ferelden ships, both merchant and military, would also have access to those of Orlais." Celene smiled. "What I propose is mutual co-operation for mutual benefit."
Anora swirled the tea in her cup for a moment as she considered. "Val Royeaux is located at the western edge of the Waking Sea, is it not?"
"Indeed she is." Celene answered with a smile.
"And Val Royeaux is the largest centre of trade in the South, is that not also true?"
"Again, you are correct, your Highness. My capital is also the focal point of culture and learning in the Orlesian Empire." Celene declared with no small amount of pride. "I dare say she is one of the brightest jewels in all of Thedas."
"Forgive me your Imperial Majesty, but it sounds as though you are proposing a rather one sided arrangement. Orlais' navy gains access to Ferelden's waters to protect shipping, however the lion's share of that shipping would invariably head towards your capital, and with safer waters, more merchants would be inclined to make the journey in the first place."
A sly smile sprouted on the Empress' lips for the briefest moment. "Ferelden would also benefit from such an arrangement, her waters would be safer as well and trade would be allowed to grow between our cities. Merchants from Denerim and Amaranthine could sell their wares in the beating heart of the Empire. Cultural and technological ideas and advancements could spread more freely between our peoples, an exciting prospect, no?"
"Indeed they could." Anora nodded in agreement. "I only worry in which direction all that gold and knowledge would be flowing." She let Celene imagine for herself which direction the Queen was concerned about.
"There is opportunity to be had, Anora, for Ferelden as much as Orlais. I encourage you not to disregard the mere notion out of hand."
"I would have to consult it with my advisors first." Anora began carefully. "I would not refuse it outright, if nothing else, than for the sake of the olive branch."
"Thank you, your Majesty. I'm glad you are open to the possibility." Celene smiled, ever amenable. She cocked her head for moment, seemingly in thought. "May I ask you something … not personal as such, but off topic?"
"Of course." Anora smiled diplomatically.
"Do you know what you are sometimes referred to in Orlais?"
Anora let herself chuckle instead of scoffing. "I almost dread to think."
A soft laugh from the Empress. "It is nothing derogatory, I assure you. You are called 'The Rose of Ferelden'."
Anora couldn't help but blink a couple of times in surprise. "That is certainly not what I would have guessed."
"Beautiful as the bud, but sharp with her thorns." Celene smirked a little.
"I won't venture a guess as to how accurate that moniker is." Anora breathed a slight sigh as she took another sip of tea.
Celene smiled pleasantly. "Oh, come now Anora, modesty does not become you. I cannot speak with much authority on the second point, but you clearly made Cailan – and now your warden – a beautiful wife."
Anora felt her left eye twitch involuntarily. For a moment, she had to fight to keep her expression neutral. That bitch, she swore to herself, cursing herself as much as Celene. She'd let herself be pulled in by the Empress' easy charms, her walls had fallen, just for a moment, and then Celene had fired a shot across her bow right when she was least expecting it.
"You flatter me, your Imperial Majesty." Anora managed to ground out without grinding her teeth. "You haven't had much chance to speak much with my current husband yet, have you?" She put the slightest hint of an emphasis on 'current'.
"Yes, I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure." Celene took a sip from her teacup.
"A pity, I'm sure his stories of his adventures and experiences during the Blight would delight you. They are often too outlandish to be believed."
In actual fact, Aedan seldom brought up his experiences during the Blight unless it was pertinent to the conversation at hand or if he was pressed. Celene didn't need to know that though.
"Is that so?" Celene quirked an eyebrow, seemingly impressed. "I have heard so many varied tales. It would be fascinating to hear from one who was so central to the whole affair. The Hero of Ferelden is a rather popular figure in Orlais too, you know. There are more than a few tales of your husband's escapades that are shared far and wide throughout the empire."
It was so suitably Orlesian to hear the Empress of Orlais call the Blight, and the near total destruction of Ferelden, a mere 'affair'.
"I'm sure Aedan would be thoroughly embarrassed at the mere idea of being an international celebrity." Anora chuckled lightly. "I must tell him at the first opportunity."
Celene laughed. "Please, don't torture the poor man. I'm sure he's been through enough."
"More than enough, I'm sure." Anora nodded a little solemnly. "Yet still he supports me in all I do. I thank the Maker every day for him."
Celene's smile was sincere. "He sounds like a fine man."
"In that, I will certainly agree with you." Anora smiled. "He is a fine man, kind, just, and loyal." Anora left the slightest of delays before the final word, just enough to make her point explicitly clear.
Anora was almost delighted to see that slight hesitation in Celene's eyes. The Empress regarded the Queen very carefully for a few long moments, the tension in the room growing palpable. Then, Celene reached up to her face and removed her delicate mask, revealing the pale face of the woman beneath. She was no doubt pretty, beautiful even, though her imposing presence remained, even without the sharp porcelain adorning her face. Celene set the mask down on the coffee table between them with a quiet click.
"May we speak frankly, Anora?"
"I'd certainly prefer that to all the pointless posturing."
A small smile. "The … plans for an alliance between myself and Cailan were always purely political, I never had any romantic attraction to your husband."
"Is that supposed to be better?" Anora scoffed. "You conspired with Cailan to toss me aside."
"We both needed an heir." Celene continued unperturbed. "Surely you must be aware of the rumours that you are barren?"
"Of course I am, do you take me for a fool?"
"Not at all. Though speaking of issue, has the Maker blessed your new union with a child yet?"
Anora ignored the obvious jibe. "And do you expect me to believe that it was supposed to be an equal arrangement between the two of you? That Ferelden wouldn't just be brought back under imperial rule by proxy? Cailan was many things, most of them good I dare say, but a savvy negotiator he was not."
Celene lowered her gaze with a sigh. "No, he was not." When she brought her gaze back up again, the steel had faded from her eyes, but only a little. "What's done is done. I won't lie to you, Anora-"
The Queen scoffed.
"-it was a gamble." Celene continued. "A calculated risk, that fell apart when the Blight emerged. For what little its worth, I am sorry."
Anora ignored the apology. "And now you seek to gain influence over Ferelden in other ways, knowing that you cannot gain an heir out of me. Or perhaps you do aim to sway my new husband to your bedside, in pursuit of an heir for yourself?" She chuckled to herself. "You are more than welcome to try your luck in that regard, I feel confident in saying that I am on much safer ground now."
"I would not seek to insult you any further." Celene raised a hand seeking peace.
Anora rubbed at her eyes lightly with a sigh. "Well, this has gone well, hasn't it? I confess I'm not sure where to go from here. Should I now have you thrown from the city gates? Maybe from my harbour?" The mental image alone improved her mood greatly.
"I admit to bias on this matter," Celene began with the hint of a smile. "But could I persuade you to reconsider?"
"Persuade away." Anora gave a flippant wave of her hand.
"Despite … all evidence to the contrary, I don't mean you any ill will, your Majesty. Yes, I sought to take control of Ferelden's fate when the opportunity arose, I will admit that much. Now, it is clear that was a mistake."
"Meaning that you failed." Anora input snidely.
"Hence it being a mistake." Celene smiled sweetly. "I'm not too proud to acknowledge my failings. I could make you a promise that it would never happen again under my rule, but I appreciate you would have little reason to trust such a promise. What I can promise you – which I'm sure you will accept – is that my utmost priority is to the people of Orlais. I love my homeland, as much as I'm sure you love yours. Right now, it benefits Orlais to seek peaceful relations with her neighbours, Ferelden included. Believe what you want of me, but know that I do not want war, your Majesty, Orlais does not want war. And, as strong as I am certain Ferelden is, do your people want another conflict so soon after the Blight?"
"And, what if the situation changes and Orlais suddenly decides it wishes to reclaim its former empire by force? You cannot possibly believe I'd trust any promise of eternally lasting peace, and even if I were to believe in your intentions, you won't rule Orlais forever."
Celene sighed. "I can only pray that I can lead my people on a better path. If any word of my reputation has reached Denerim, I hope it is of my work with the arts and sciences, not of any desire to conquer Thedas."
Anora could believe that at least, Celene was certainly not known as a warmonger.
"Of course I cannot say it will never happen, especially when a future ruler resides in Val Royeaux, just as you cannot account for your successor – or even Cailan's decisions when he was King for that matter. All I can do, is hope to lay the groundwork for lasting peace. And, if I may add a personal note, I am once again truly sorry for all the insults I have dealt to you. I fear I have forever tarnished what could have been – and what I hope could still be – a genuine friendship between the two of us, Anora."
Smarmy bitch, Anora thought, but she sighed. "Ferelden doesn't wish for war either, so for the sake of the olive branch – which I must say, is looking rather tattered at this point – I'll refrain from throwing you out of the palace at the least."
"The Rose of Ferelden is truly merciful." Celene smiled, genuinely grateful.
"If you ever call me that again, I will throw you into the sea myself." Anora muttered with a dark glare. "Peace be damned."
Celene closed her eyes with a deep breath through her nose for a moment, teeth lightly clenched. "I apologise once again, Queen Anora."
Anora waited a moment to savour the Empress' discomfort. "I think it would be wise if we say no more on that particular subject, don't you?"
"Yes, I quite agree." Celene nodded before raising a speculative eyebrow. "Would it be too much to presume that my earlier offer is still up for consideration?"
Anora raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "I'm not spiteful, your Imperial Majesty. Nor would I do harm to Ferelden's prospects for revenge of any personal slight." She paused for moment, before a slight smirk sprouted on her lips. "I am sure my advisors will take your considerations to heart and they will have constructive amendments of their own to suggest."
Celene narrowed her gaze slightly and Anora took great pleasure in the slight confusion and disappointment on the Orlesian's face. "Of course, I'm sure anything your Grace requests can be open to negotiation, if suitable of course."
"Such as the restriction of Orlesian warships in Ferelden's sovereign waters perhaps, or reducing levies on Ferelden merchants in Orlais, or something of the like. Just to make sure things are suitably balanced, as befits equal partners. I'm sure you understand." Anora's smirking only grew.
The Empress regarded the Queen with a bemused look. "These seem to be awfully one sided amendments. What makes you think I would agree to such terms? Do you believe I would agree to anything on the back of the guilt of offending you?"
"No, not at all."
"Then what makes you think you would get away with dictating terms?" Celene leaned forward, chin perched on her hand. The Empress now wore a smile, one that was intrigued.
"You have no wish for hostilities – that much is clear – yet you need security for your merchant fleet. That you offer up access to your own waters as part of the deal tells me that the Orlesian navy is not the fearsome power it once was. You need help in defending your own interests at sea. You need warships."
"An interesting hypothesis." Celene murmured, face a smiling mask of its own.
"So, you go to perhaps your oldest, most hated rivals for them. Why? Is it because you won't get favourable terms anywhere else and you're running desperate perhaps? And don't lie, you haven't felt a shred of guilt from offending me, but you want me on your side and, if nothing else, you want to at least appear to be a woman of your word. You came to Denerim under the very public guise of forwarding peace between our nations. I can't imagine it would be a very good look for you if you were to walk away from talks at the first hurdle."
"So why would I be inclined to walk away so soon? What's stopping us from negotiating terms that are agreeable for both parties?"
"We certainly could, but as I said, you're desperate. You wouldn't have brought the deal up again so soon after insulting me had you other options available. Nor would you have agreed to come to Denerim so quickly, instead of insisting I travel to Val Royeaux. You need a deal secured quickly and you don't have the luxury of time to negotiate. Are pirates raiding Orlesian ships as we speak perhaps? As you say, we could go back and forth on this, but that would take time, time you don't appear to have. I imagine you would have to return to Orlais and I would have to summon my court to pick over the minutiae of the terms … a process that would go back and forth … on and on."
Anora took a long, leisurely sip of her tea. She idly wondered if Celene too could hear the quiet clicking of the clock on the mantelpiece as it chimed away the seconds.
"Please, correct me if I'm wrong, your Imperial Majesty, but it seems clear to me that I hold all the cards here." Anora smiled with a cool look.
Celene breathed deep through her nose and leaned back in her seat with a sly smile. Anora read a modicum of respect on the Empress' features. "You would make a marvellous player of the Game, your Grace."
"I thought you had promised not to insult me any further?" Anora teased with a wry smile.
"It was meant with the utmost admiration, I assure you." Celene inclined her head slightly. She then sighed. "Very well, I acquiesce. Well played, Anora. The rumours circling about you in Val Royeaux do not do you any justice."
"I will confess, I am not unfamiliar with being underestimated."
"A mistake I will not repeat." Celene smiled, a rich, meaningful look in her eye. "You are bolder than I took you for, there are few who dare to go against the Empress of Orlais and risk her military might. Remember Anora, the Empire's strength is in her chevaliers more than her navy."
"You should know that I don't take kindly to threats, Celene." Anora replied coolly.
"My dear Anora, I assure you I have no wish to reopen old wounds between our peoples, as I am sure you have no desire to see my chevaliers march into Ferelden."
Anora allowed herself to smile just a little. "And I assure you, my dear Celene, my armies would not tolerate even a single chevalier to lay foot on Ferelden soil, particularly with them under my lord husband's command."
Celene scoffed. "Anora, please, I don't wish to be flippant, but be realistic about our respective positions here. Let us for a moment assume that our regular forces are moderately comparable, which, given your recent Blight problem is hardly likely. On top of that, I have my chevaliers, and you have what, the Hero of Ferelden? Do you truly think one man – admittedly one as capable and famous as he is – could turn the tide of such a war?"
"All it took was one man to slay the Archdemon and end the Blight." Anora met Celene's glare evenly. "It was just one man who unified Ferelden against my father, the greatest war hero we have known for generations, and brought him to justice for his crimes. My husband brought together mages, elves and dwarves and many others to fight for Ferelden. Yes, he is just one man, but in case you haven't paid attention to history, war has a habit of breeding great Fereldens. And yes, the Blight did take its toll on us, how could it not? But we still have thousands of strong willed Fereldens, ready to defend their homeland. Any war between our nations would invariably be long, brutal and expensive. Your people have doubted mine for centuries, and we threw you out twice. I suggest you don't make that same mistake a third time."
Celene hummed noncommittally, taking a long slow draught of her tea, keeping her gaze fixed on Anora at all times. "And here I was under the impression that Grey Wardens were politically neutral?"
Anora scoffed. "And are you also under the impression that the bogeyman hides under children's beds, waiting to steal them away at night?"
The Empress took the Queens snide remark in stride, in fact, she even chuckled. "Ah, there are those famous thorns I've heard so much about."
"I assure you, your Imperial Majesty, you would most certainly be aware if I saw fit to use my 'thorns'."
Celene's smile extended further up her pale cheek. "You know, if between the two of us we had the capacity to produce an heir, I think I would have much preferred to secure an alliance through your good self rather than with your late husband, Anora."
Anora smiled diplomatically, if a little thinly. "Flattered, however I am already married, as you are well aware."
"Indeed." Celene drawled, holding Anora with that same smile. "A pity."
"Regardless, the mere fact that the Commander of the Grey of Ferelden married the Queen of Ferelden is evidence enough of the warden's supposed neutrality I should think."
"True enough. Perhaps I too should find myself a husband from among their ranks? The Orlesian wardens, of course." The Empress added with a smile.
Anora allowed herself a small smile, perhaps bordering on a smirk. "You could certainly do worse."
A genuine laugh seemed to emanate from Celene, her eyes twinkled with humour. "Well, I won't embarrass you by asking for details in that regard."
Anora let a genuine smile out onto her lips for a moment. "I do believe that we have covered everything, unless you had more to offer?"
"No, I think that is all, for now." Celene made to stand and Anora followed suit. "Despite our differences, I do think this is the start of an interesting relationship."
"'Interesting' can have many connotations, Empress." Anora regarded Celene with narrowed eyes.
"Then allow me to be plain." Celene said as the two monarchs moved towards the door. The Orlesian offered her hand, which Anora took. "Though we may not be able to seal an alliance in the traditional manner, I do hope we might be able to build closer, more genuine relations, Anora."
The Queen felt the slight, soft touch of the Empress' thumb stroking the back of her hand. Anora didn't miss a beat, even with the overly familiar contact.
"That would entirely depend on what is in Ferelden's best interests, Celene." Anora replied coolly.
"Of course, as it should be, no?" Celene smiled, all innocent. She regarded Anora for a long moment. "Though I'm certain you care little for my opinion on the matter, I am glad to see Ferelden has found itself with a most capable queen."
"You flatter me, your Imperial Majesty." Anora inclined her head slightly. "Just as I hope Orlais has itself an empress who recognises that her neighbours are not to be trifled with out of turn."
Celene's smile only extended further. "Indeed, though not all trifles need be antagonistic."
At Anora's raised brow, Celene raised their clasped hands together and deftly manoeuvred her grip to hold Anora's fingers, allowing her to press a soft kiss to the Queen's knuckle, a burning look in the Empress' eye. Then, she lowered their hands and released Anora, smile still so innocent.
Anora blinked once.
"Shall we, your Imperial Majesty?" Anora indicated the exterior door with a diplomatic smile.
"Of course, your Grace." Celene murmured demurely as she replaced her porcelain mask back over her face. It did nothing to hide the fire in her eyes. "After you."
xxx
"So, how was it?" Aedan asked quietly. He stood next to Anora on the palace steps, the two of them waving off the imperial entourage with warm, well-practiced smiles. Ser Cauthrien stood at Anora's shoulder and did not wave to the departing Orlesians, arms stiffly clasped behind her back.
"It was … interesting." Anora murmured, her gaze fixed on Celene's carriage as the Empress waved back. Celene smiled warm and apparently very genuine still. The chevalier and handmaiden were murmuring to the Empress, probably needling Celene for details of the rulers' meeting as much as Aedan was doing with Anora. The Queen idly wondered what Celene would report of her.
"You didn't murder each other at least. Shall I take that as a good sign?"
Anora chuckled under breath. "That is a safe assumption. In truth, I think it went well for us." Celene had indeed left the palace with the promise of a deal she was after, one to be hashed out with aid of Anora's court of course. Anora had assured the Empress that Ferelden's terms would not be extortionate, and she intended to keep her word, though naturally she'd ensure that her realm benefitted from the deal more than Orlais would like.
Aedan dropped his waving hand and his smile as the Orlesians filed out of the courtyard and soon vanished out of sight. Concern took over the Prince-Consort's features. "And how did you find her?"
"Though it pains me to say it, the Empress is certainly formidable." Anora conceded with a sigh. "While she surely underestimated me today, I doubt she'll settle for a repeat in future."
"From you, that is practically a glowing review." Aedan chuckled, taking his Queen by the arm as they climbed the steps back into the palace.
"If only she weren't Orlesian, she might have fared better." Anora smirked.
"Did, err, did Cailan come up at all?"
"He did." Anora nodded. "Celene made a great show of apologising for the whole affair."
"She did?"
Anora waved a hand dismissively. "A small gesture of appeasement, nothing more." A smirk grew on her lips. "Though I must admit, it was rather enjoyable watching her grovel."
"I wish I'd been there to see that now." Aedan chuckled.
"In fact, I told her that she was welcome to try her luck with you if she wanted to attempt her schemes again." Anora allowed self-satisfaction to take over her smirk.
"You didn't?" Aedan laughed, expression equally amused and impressed.
Anora winked. "Don't worry. I doubt you need fear of any letters from Val Royeaux any time soon. In fact, I think one or two rumours we've heard about the Empress may, in fact, be true."
"Oh?" Aedan asked with raised brow before realisation dawned on his face. "Oh. Should I be jealous?"
"Perhaps, a lady doesn't kiss and tell after all."
"Anora." Aedan warned.
"I'm only teasing you." Anora shook her head softly with a theatrical sigh. "Very well, I shall have to disappoint our Empress another time."
"'Our Empress'?" Aedan asked with a coy smile. "You like her, don't you?"
"Don't be absurd, dear." Anora swatted her husband's arm irritably. "She's Orlesian."
"In spite of that."
Anora rolled her eyes. "I will admit, it was refreshing to be taken seriously by a foreign monarch. Although, perhaps it was simply that we are both women in positions of power often dominated by men? Regardless, I think she understands that Ferelden will not bow down to Val Royeaux's whims."
"So, a success all round?"
"Yes, I believe so." Anora smiled.