La Lionne d'Orlais

Impératrice, Viens nous délivrer--Celene Valmont I, Empress of Orlais, Patroness of Art and Knowledge, Lioness of the Empire, Governess to the Cradle of Thedas.Independent Roleplay Blog for Empress Celene, a property of Bioware's Dragon Age franchise.

[vigiilance]

I must say goodbye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak. Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak. It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars. God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the S T A R S.

                                                                   art by bug

[orleisienne]

The lion cannot protect himself from traps, and the fox cannot defend himself from wolves. One must therefore be a fox to recognize traps, and a lion to frighten wolves.

Niccolò Machiavelli

[archontem]

@orleisienne

“why, your imperial grace, have you not heard the proverb about imitation and flattery?”

« I have also heard one about the quality of one’s admirers. I do think they both have an equivalent in Classical Tevene. Then again, cultural differences might slightly change meanings, so, please, do enlighten me. »

[orleisienne]

“Of one’s admirers? I admit I have not heard such a phrase--you have found me at a loss! Perhaps the meaning has changed in centuries of translation. Tevinter is so full of historic conventions.”

[orleisienne]

you are a copycat. not sure if more "copy" or more "cat"

“why, your imperial grace, have you not heard the proverb about imitation and flattery?”

[orleisienne]

celene keeps a very active, very dim phalène named radonis. he’s a very good-natured lapdog with a fondness for chasing butterflies and ruining the furniture. the empress finds great amusement in telling dignitaries what a handful radonis has been, tearing up her sofas and barking at all hours.

[orleisienne]

I am so close to freedom and activity again you guys I’m so sorry I’m theslowest snail

[cirillaofcintra-blog]

We may be mere insects, Grand Duke, but so are wasps. A wise man avoids poking their nest.

[ladyjomontilyet]

Go give the nobility the good news.

[tinysera-blog]

You have done so much. For my people and…for us.

[cirillaofcintra-blog]

I’m trying to pretend searching for ways to keep you No longer can I defend Just to be let down again By you

[thesweeterway]

Meringue aesthetics ~ ♡

[sunkremo]

[orleisienne]

kremicalhit

No one at Halamshiral expected the Inquisition; when the Inquisitor was announced with her accompanying rabble, Orlais’s gathered nobles reacted with a mix of awe and derision, rumours flying beneath masks and fans. The Herald of Andraste, a Marcher! Gaspard brought her--was he favoured by the Maker to win the war? How was it the forces seeking to stabilize Thedas were showing a public face with a Qunari brute at the Herald’s side? Whatever the evening’s outcome, their minds would change-- for better or worse.

Celene could not be a passive observer--damn her new spymaster for not knowing these people! Once the formalities were aside, the group dispersed, and for all intents and purposes, the lady Trevelyan seemed to have vanished entirely.

But there were other ways to know one’s foe. The Qunari--Iron Bull, of all names--had with him a lieutenant; a Tevinter, but at least the fellow wasn’t going to be followed by gawkers. The empress slipped through the crowd, fending off the more insistent well-wishers and lickspittles before tapping his shoulder with her fan.

“Bonsoir, lieutenant. It was a surprise to have your organisation attend my little party. Tell me, how does it compare to Tevinter?”

[orleisienne]

❦

Send a ❦ and my character will describe what they think it would be like to kiss yours. (not accepting)

"I would not discredit you by assuming you are completely naive. Neither of us is the shrinking violet, hein? Still, majesty, I believe you to be thoroughly Fereldan--earnest, and honest, and bold. Seldom would you feint from desire or challenge, and it would be rarer still to see you falter. For some, an embrace is a test of skill, like a tourney joust or concert recitation. For you--indeed, for the truly Fereldan spirit--it is not skill that makes the man, it is passion, mettle, force of will. The virtues that liberated the kingdom from occupation still drum in the hearts of her people, and it is a pleasure to hear them.”

[orleisienne]

Updating my rules and working on replies. xoxox

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[raizz-a]