As she stepped in to the ballroom it was almost strange how much things had changed. It almost seemed like a life time ago when she wore a different mask than the one that she wore on that very occasion. Also white but with golden roses growing from the side, simple because she was not one to call much attention to herself. The singer, the lights and her voice would do the rest of the work for her, when she stepped down from the stage it never mattered who she was. So now, when she walked with a mask that resembled more the muzzle of a dragon with white and golden over her dress she looked at the scene with other eyes. It also surprised her how much easier she was able to breathe there than at the court back on her own homeland.
She was not wearing the same uniform as all the other Inquisition members, mainly because she was not part of the Inquisition. House Aurum was glad to extend their help until a certain point, it was a very gentle balance of how Maxima could force her father’s hand and at the same time keep the crones from the other Altus’ families at bay. A dance, the same way that navigating the Orlesian court was.
Maxima’s eyes, however, had spent the last half an hour monitoring the inquisition’s behaviour but more specifically the corner where the commander of the Inquisition was being held nearly hostage by the Orlesian Nobles that seemed to have never seen a piece of flesh in forever. With each passing minute the situation seemed to escalate to the point where it was becoming highly uncomfortable for the diplomat. She started walking towards the small group slowly hands behind her back and keeping her distance from most of the nobles.
“Commander Rutherford?” fortunately her tevene accent was made to be quite heavy, enough to make the nobles around him pause and turn their attention to her. A small smile was over her lips but it was clear that as her dark green eyes moved from the crowed to the commander that she was close to wondering how she could curse at them all without making a scene. It was not worth it. It was easy for her to pretend that she was better than all of them because they already had that impression from her. The tevene woman with a crown of white roses, however, did not care in the slightest what some minor nobles thought of her. Specially when she could probably make their blood freeze with the ice behind her eyes “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, shall we?”
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