EEPYLIN

Ok I'm gonna pitch my series of novellas that I'm working on. It was all inspired by that Cate Blanchett movie where she's in armor and on a horse. I don't remember much of the plot, but I was like damn!

So my titular character is the Orlesian chevalier Aurelie de Bergerac who is serving in Ferelden during the last years of the Blessed Age- about a decade before Ferelden's independence. It's about a woman who tries to intellectualize her role in the occupation and failing as she sees horrors beyond her imagination. I'm absolutely fascinated by the Ferelden occupation. So I wanted a series of tales that show how everyone was affected across all walks of life... from de Bergerac's perspective. And she's pretty damn Orlesian (an elitist asshole who likes to stand there honestly than act).

I really hesitate to call it a romance, but the main drive of the series is her romance with a Ferleden lady knight- Ser Branwyn of the Briars.

(Pitch: F! Chevalier x F! Fereldan Hedge Knight during the Orlesian Occupation of Ferelden) “Ser Branwyn of the Briars,” Aurelie said with a weariness. It was a good name. The sort that bards carried across generations. Some foolish girl would hear it and long to be Ser Branwyn of the Briars, as girls once longed to be Ser Aveline. And then she would make the same foolish decision: to pick up a sword for the Empire.

Aurelie paused.

“Did you mean what you said about the scar? How you still wanted to be at my side even if—?” Aurelie asked, ashamed of how desperate she sounded.

Branwyn nodded.

“I’ll make up for it my entire life, Branwyn.” Aurelie vowed.

Branwyn said nothing. Bravely, the Lady of Bergerac took the marigold.

Ser Branwyn of the Briars smiled at her.