"Don't you see that he is a feral beast now? I kept telling you but now you see. You were being civil, so what was that about?" She shrugged at him as she linked her arm around his, she wasn't being civil. Anders didn't see through her ploys or plots, he didn't see the way that she wrapped the nobles around her fingers by playing to them. Anders always thought she was just being nice but she wasn't nice. She had been playing the girl that Anders wanted, she wasn't truly what he wanted. She helped the mages yes, that is what he truly loved her for. He saw her as an advocate, and at one time she would have considered herself that, yes but now she was doing purely out of spite. She did it out of spite to the templars, out of spite to Meredith, but her favorite was out of spite to Fenris. None of these three saw the things she did, but knowing she did it was enough… well none of them lived long enough to tell. She let the weak ones live, but the strong ones she took the most pleasure in killing all in the supposed name of freedom for mages.
"I would not call him a feral beast, and I am not afraid of him snarling at me... as to what that was about you can ask him later, he will be at the Hanged Man all night."She was growing impatient with Anders, how oblivious he was.
"How do you know that? And I am not going there if he will be."
"Because I know Fenris... he may like to seem like he loves his solitude but he truly doesn't… and I am fine with that." Anders had taken that as some victory, that she wouldn't go the Hanged Man tonight but she truly meant she was fine without Anders tagging along. He would find out later than sooner she was sure, as he would try to climb into bed with her for her to change and walk out like she did most nights. She had been satisfied with him as a partner, and it was a pleasure to not wake up along in the middle of the night, but Anders had never been the man for her. He was far too possessive, and she swore sometimes she was looking into Vengeance's eyes on the nights she had made him angry before they made love. She knew Vengeance hated her, Anders had told her that before. She was a distraction. She scoffed at that memory. "We need to leave, I like to arrive fashionably late but this is late even for me."
She did look forward to the Hanged Man more than brushing shoulders with the nobles of Hightown , more than she would have drinking their expensive alcohol to show off and seem better than their peers. Strength meant nothing in the world she was in, and she was more cunning than the best of these nobles. The Viscount had said to her she was a woman meant to a station about her birth, and how right he was.