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[fenharelxenansal]

@scrpcntina from here

“I keep thinking of Halamshiral – did you hear of what occurred there?” Her voice is hushed; behind her mask, her eyes do not meet those of the other woman. Halamshiral – her greatest failure, the reason she could not sleep at night. “I think of how easily it could happen again. Thousands of my people died that day.”

[fenharelxenansal]

I don't know what we're doing.

Daughter Lyric Starter Sentences

“Neither do I,” Briala admitted, and then laughed, soft and high. “Perhaps another drink will remind us?” She gestured for the servant bearing goblets of wine to return to the two of them; sipping at hers slowly, the warm fuzziness of her thoughts something she rarely experienced.

“Forgive me, I don’t usually...drink. At all. But there are exceptions to every rule, are there not?”

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@scrpcntina​ round 3, fight from here

“And what of it? I must look like the Archon to you, for you to be placing these things on my shoulders constantly.”

“Oh -- and did Archon Radonis open a formal complaints department in which to hear my grievances? Or does he continue -- in our country’s fine tradition -- to listen only to the voices of those deemed worthy?”

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Of Serpents and Knives

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It was, for all intents and purposes, a diplomatic visit. Strengthening relations between Orlais and Tevinter could only be a good thing - that was Celene’s stated goal, at least. Such a mission hadn’t been conceived of in generations, but her Empress had told her it was time.

And so it was that they traveled by carriage to the north. Of course, there were faster ways to travel, but none they could easily explain away, and so they suffered the journey. By the time they arrived, Briala was sweating and irritable, not that she’d ever let it show beneath her mask. Her instructions had been clear -- while Celene played nice with the dignitaries and Magisters, she was to win the approval of the apprentices. The next generation. They held the true power, after all.

Easier said than done. Her corset dug into her ribs, sweat gathering beneath the folds of her dress, and the endless dull conversations with the young began to wear on her. She slipped off for a moment to rest against a wall, and a servant - no, slave, she kept having to remind herself - offered her something cool to drink.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and offered the young woman a smile. “How is it, working here? Are you treated well, or at least decently?” She asked, voice low and soft, as the slave’s eyes widened, fear showing behind them. “No, please don’t be afraid of me, child -- I’m like you.” Carefully parting her hair to show the pointed ears, the slave woman seemed to relax a bit, though she still seemed on edge. 

“I have nothing to compare it to, madame.”

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Relationships - Janna Aurell and Theodora Livianus 

Theodora was beautiful, and she was talented, she was intelligent, she was so perfect that Janna sometimes thought she hated her. As if having the entire Imperium ahead to conquer, she also had to take away her father, out of all people, her father. Did he maybe love Theodora more than he loved his own soporata daughter? Would Theodora steal her family, in the end? And this wild jealousy made Janna feel like she really hated her. 

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“Theodora.” How the tables have turned now! Although both of high birth and of about the same age, they never truly got along. Whenever they crossed in the halls, often not a single glance has been exchanged. Often Janna would find herself wildly jealous - could she have been replaced, the golden daughter pushed aside for an eager, ambitious apprentice? Now, Janna was a powerful woman: they called her a Herald, albeit to a false prophet. Chosen by the Maker.. could she be?          “I assume my Lord Father has sent you.” Of course, as soon as she found a moment of quiet, she’d requested assistance from her parents. Now, more than ever, she needed their guidance. Not one of their frigid apprentices, though Janna still maintained a smile, ever the false saint people wanted to see. It was not Theodora’s fault, she told herself. The fact that mother did not come.... Father was always busy with his business, money and power and making sure no one else rose high enough to threaten him. But Mother? “Are there any particular instructions or messages you came with?”